I'll Be Waiting
JUST A FLUFFY LITTLE BECHLOE MILITARY FIC. OF COURSE, EVERYTHING WON'T BE PERFECT. IT WOULDN'T BE BECHLOE IF THERE WASN'T AT LEAST A TEEEEEEENSY BIT OF ANGST :P ENJOY! (HOPEFULLY)
CHAPTER 1
Soldiers were making their way across the field as they exited their parked cars. The unit had just returned from a successful deployment months prior, having sustained less than 10 casualties and no deaths. Morale was high and they were all looking forward to some fun physical training. A man made his way to the edge of the field and centered himself before shouting out to his comrades.
"FALL IN!" Captain Bingham barked. He was an ox of a man. Older but still in superior physical shape. His voice echoed across the field as soldiers scrambled into a neat rectangular formation. Once everyone had settled and assumed the position of attention, he spoke again.
"We had a good tour, hooah?"
"HOOAH!" The soldiers replied enthusiastically.
"I hope you all are well rested… because we're about to have us some High Quality PT! Specialist Mitchell?"
"Here, Sir!" Beca sounded off from somewhere near the far right of the formation. Though, it was difficult to spot behind her taller comrades. This brought a small smile to the Captain's face.
"You know the drill," Captain Bingham joked. "Front and center!"
As is the procedure, Beca snapped to attention and took a step to the rear before walking between the ranks to the end of the formation, picking up a quick pace towards her commander. Once she reached him, she rendered a salute to the man that had been her father figure for the past six years. He always had such pride in his eyes and today was no different. With a smirk, he dropped his salute and nodded as he started towards the back of the formation. With that, Beca turned on her heel to face her fellow soldiers.
She smirked as she sounded off. Her voice authoritative, yet somehow soothing. It was the perfect recipe of a leader's voice. Stern enough to get one moving, but calm enough to let others know things were under control. It proved to make things MUCH easier for her team over in Afghanistan.
"I'll be your PT instructor for today, hooah?"
"HOOAH!" The soldiers replied once again, smiling at the small but strong brunette before them. Physical training was always interesting whenever she led and they knew they were in for it.
After training was over, Beca showered and suited up in her camouflage uniform. She threw her sweaty PT uniform into her duffle bag and made her way back to her cubicle to check her phone for messages. There were pictures and sticky notes neatly arranged along the desk. Pictures of her and Chloe, or just Chloe, or her mom and dad. Sticky notes reminding her of a date or something important, because it was so hard for her to keep track of things. (She forgot her own birthday one year. She couldn't figure out what she'd done to deserve to come home to cake, dinner, and Chloe walking around in just underwear and one of Beca's grey PT shirts. It was a good night, indeed.) She reached into the drawer of her desk and pulled out her cell, swiping her thumb across the screen to unlock it.
As always, there was a message from her girlfriend, Chloe. It was the usual, "Good morning, toy soldier!" or "I can't wait until Saturday, so I can cuddle with my militant midget," or something to the effect of how short and badass the brunette was. It always brought a smile to Beca's face.
"Texting the wife, I assume," An amused voice came from behind her. She wheeled around in her chair to see her cube-mate and favorite battle-buddy, Sergeant Jesse Swanson, donning his trademark grin.
"We're not married, Jesse," She rolled her eyes.
"You could've fooled meeee," He sang playfully as he rolled across her cubicle in his chair. He had this way of making himself at home in any bit of private space the brunette had. "Seriously, though… what's the hold up? You two are practically married already."
"Everytime I think about popping the question, we deploy," Beca lowered her voice and if Jesse hadn't been leaning forward, he probably wouldn't have heard it. But he couldn't blame her. After her fourth deployment, she and Chloe got into a huge argument. She talked to her squad leader about it and just about earned herself a second asshole. Needless to say, she couldn't talk herself out of it.
The thing about Beca and Jesse's job, was that they were Military Intelligence Specialists. They were two of the best the Army had ever seen. So, essentially, they got special treatment. They got priority on almost everything… The nicer offices… The newer uniforms… But unfortunately, they also got priority on deployments. They were in such high demand, that sometimes they even deployed with different units. Being able to hack into enemy technology and allowing infantry to dissect them once their communication and electronic artillery had been cut off.
"Well, maybe you can now…," Jesse spoke again. Keeping his voice low as he scanned the office, making sure none of their superiors were near. "I heard that the tour we just got back from was our last."
"Really?" Beca asked. Her eyes sparkling with hope.
"Don't quote me, but I've heard that at least three different times since last month."
"Well, I hope you're right…," Beca trailed off as she saw an officer enter the room.
"ATTENTION!" Someone shouted, penetrating through the chatter. Everyone stopped what they were doing and grew silent as they shot to their feet. Showing respect to the man as he passed through.
"Carry on," He smiled as he stepped into his office. Always impressed with the enthusiasm of the group.
Everyone took their seats and resumed what they were doing. Jesse patted Beca on the back before rolling back into his own cubicle.
Later that night-
Beca pulled into the driveway of her and Chloe's home. The soldier smiled as she took in the appearance of their home as it stood against the pinkish orange of the evening sky. It was a decent size. Especially considering the fact that she and Chloe had built it from the ground up. It was big enough for the couple to be comfortable, even with guests staying over. But, it was also small enough so that it wasn't unnecessarily large. Beca smiled as she pulled the keys from the ignition and hopped out. (Yes, literally, HOPPED. Because, she was an SUV type of gal and the space between the bottom of the jeep and the pavement below it may have been about as tall as she was.)
"Honeyyy, I'm hooooooome…and I've got good newwws!," Beca sang playfully as she stepped through the threshold of the front door, inhaling the inviting smells of her girlfriend's cooking. Her breath hitched when Chloe emerged from the kitchen with a lazy smile. Apron hugging her hips as she dried her hands on a dishtowel… Her wavy red locks pulled back in a bun... Her skin coated in a thin layer of sweat from standing over the stove…
It was moments like these that Beca just wanted to drop to a knee and propose right then and there. And now she could.
She closed the distance between her and the redhead and brushed a stray strand behind her ear. Chloe tilting her head ever-so-slightly to take Beca's lips in hers. Kissing them briefly.
"So…," Beca started with a smile as she pulled away and slid her arms around the taller woman's waist. "A little birdy told me today that we won't be deploying anymore."
Chloe gasped and hugged the shorter woman's neck, pulling her into a crushing hug. "Baby, this is great! Is this little birdy a good source?" She asked excitedly, feeling Beca's head nodding against her shoulder in confirmation.
When she pulled away this time, she reached into the left breast pocket of her uniform and pulled out a diamond ring, making Chloe gasp for the second time that night. As she took in the beauty of the ring and watched her lover kneel in the foyer of their home, her eyes began to shine. Tears threatening to spill at any moment. Tears of joy that the moment she had been waiting for was FINALLY happening.
The ring was simply beautiful. Elegant, but not too much. Just like Beca.
"I've been waiting forever to do this," Beca started, with a nervous chuckle. "Now that I know I'm not going anywhere, I don't want to wait another minute. Chloe Elizabeth Beale, will you marry me?"
Chloe took Beca's hand and pulled her up into a bruising kiss. Her hands cupping the brunette's face as she finally pulled away, smiling tearily as her baby blue eyes gazed into Beca's dark blue ones.
"I thought you'd never ask…."
A/N: SOOOO… I KNOW THIS IS SLOW STARTING OUT, BUT IT WILL PICK UP SOON. JUST BEAR WITH ME AND MY PLOT DEVELOPMENT, MMKAY?
