By Your Side
"If we can't get married here, we're moving to Florida, god damnit!" Beca Mitchell said to her fiancé, Chloe Beale, her brown hair flying.
"Umm… Becs? Florida doesn't legalize gay marriage either." Chloe informed her. A small 'oh' came from the brunette. They sat in the kitchen of their small apartment, attempting to plan their wedding. The pair had already been refused by three bakers, five caterers and one dressmaker, and they soon found out that it was not legal for them to get married in the state of Georgia.
"Let's get married in Massachusetts ,"Chloe suggested.
"That sounds nice." Beca said, her thoughts wandering to their attire. She shuffled the papers she had in her hand as the older woman looked over her shoulder.
"You're wearing a dress?"Chloe asked, her eyes settling on the picture.
"Yes, I'm wearing a dress, and just because I'm marrying you don't mean that I'm a man." Beca stated matter-of –factly.
"Ok, okay, I wasn't saying that you were a man." She held up her hands in mock defense.
"What shoes are you planning on wearing?" The small woman changed the subject.
"Converse. It still hurts to walk in heels from the old Bella years." Chloe complained.
"I know. I'll be right back. I gotta go get my laptop." Beca agreed, and left Chloe with a kiss on her cheek.
It was by no means a traditional ceremony. Tuxedo Sam, their cat, was a groomsman. The whole wedding party wore mismatched outfits ("It gives it character!" Beca explained)
"CHLOE! YOU'RE GETTINGMARRIED! "Aubrey Posen yelled as she ran up and hugged her best friend. "And you owe me five bucks." The family and friends of Beca and Chloe had gathered in Massachusetts, to see the sight that none of them had ever expected- their marriage.
"Damnit, I lost the bet!" Chloe said as she pulled out her wallet and paid up.
"What bet?"Beca strolled up behind her soon-to-be wife and laced her arms around her waist.
"The one that we made when we were eight, that stated that Aubrey would be married first." The redhead jerked her thumb in the direction of her maid-of-honor.
"I told you not to bet!" Beca complained.
"Why? You always do." Aubrey pointed out. The small woman sighed heavily and shook her head in defeat.
"We should go get dressed." She said tiredly. The pair walked hand in hand to their changing rooms. The wedding had been planned outside by the creek that ran through the property. The warm autumn weather was perfect and dry, the sky giving no hint of rain. Neither of the brides had seen each other's dresses before Chloe walked down the aisle (Beca didn't want anything to do with her father, but he showed up anyways).
Beca gasped and almost swore in amazement before Jesse, her best man, kicked her in the shin. Chloe's deliciously red curls looked more perfect than ever, her black converse showing off her long legs under the knee-cut blush dress. Her brother walked her down the aisle, being that her father had died of cancer seven years before. The small woman suddenly felt as if her own leather-skirted dress was just rags and her hair simply dishwater-colored strands. Strains of Just The Way You Are reached Beca's ears. Chloe separated from her brother and assumed her position opposite her brunette lover.
"We are here today to unite the lives of Chloe Beale and Beca Mitchell." The preacher proclaimed. "Beca?"
"Okay. I' m not real good at giving speeches. But I know that our love and marriage is as permanent as the embarrassing tattoo I got in high school. "Chloe nodded, suppressing her giggles. "That's it." Beca ended.
"And Chloe?" the preacher prompted.
"Becs, I just need you to know I will never touch your precious laptop. That's how much I love you." The brunette laughed, and, once again, the hard shoe of Jesse met her leg.
"The rings?" The preacher asked, turning towards the best man, who also served as the ring bearer. Jesse confidently reached into his pocket, suddenly ran down the aisle. As Beca and Chloe laughed, Aubrey gulped. But, nevertheless, Jesse came back with the rings and a giant bear head, much to Beca's amusement.
"What? I'm the ring bear." He hissed in her ear as he gave the preacher the rings.
"Do you, Beca Mitchell, take her, Chloe Beale as your wife?" Beca locked eyes with Chloe, seeing the daring glint in her magical blue ones, as she said, "I do."
"Do you, Chloe Beale, take her, Beca Mitchell as your wife?" The preacher said, getting ready to divvy up the rings.
"Sure. Why not?" She shrugged sarcastically.
"Exchange the rings." The preacher instructed. The pair's eager fingers flew into the rings.
"You may kiss the bride." He announced. The two's lips smashed together, sending every nerve in their bodies bursting into fireworks. They finally pulled apart, Chloe asking for Sam, and the threesome traveled back down the aisle.
The small reception was held in a barn, Beca and Chloe dancing the night away. A slower version of Titanium was played, and the pair slow danced clumsily, dazed by love, Tuxedo Sam perched on their shoulders. And as the song switched , Chloe bent down to Beca's ear. And that simple thing was the most important thing of that day.
"I love you."