A/N: The first 5 chapters of this fic are written by 'isawthebechloesign' on Tumblr. This was one of my favourite Bechloe fics on Tumblr, and when she decided to discontinue the story, asking for someone to take over the writing of this fic, I jumped at the chance. I only hope I can do it justice! So, as I say, Chapters 1-5 aren't mine, but anything after that will be. Enjoy.
After her roaring twenties, Beca Mitchell moved to San Francisco to start her own radio station. San Francisco was calmer than Los Angeles, making it the perfect place to ride out her career as a radio host. She loved her busy life style, but she couldn't help but feel like something was missing.
More like someone. A wife. Somebody to spend her days with, chase after screeching children with, and most importantly someone to love who would love her in return. She knew time was running out, and she was beginning to loose hope in the venture. All the girls she dated either knew her as DJ Mitchell or just wanted a one night stand. In her youth, Beca admittedly said she didn't want commitment or kids, but oh, how things change with age.
Beca yearned to wake up to a familiar face, to drive her kids to school, to teach them what love meant, unlike her own parents. Beca's parents divorced when she was in junior high, leaving her with questionable ideas of what love was. She strayed away from her parents, developing her own skewed theories of , Beca would find herself sitting on the bench at the park, beaming at the young families playing. She wanted a family. But she hadn't met them yet.
She swiveled in her office chair, tailoring the sound to the song. The song echoed to a close, making Beca bring her headphones to her ears.
"That was Some Nights by Fun. This next song is for my wife. Whoever she is, where ever she is, I don't know. I just haven't met her yet." Beca said somberly, queuing up the Michael Buble song. Jesse burst into the studio, making Beca jump out of her chair.
"My turn!" Jesse said with a child like enthusiasm.
"Go for it." Beca said, heart heavy with sadness.
That afternoon, Beca made the regularly mundane decision to go to the grocery store. Regularly mundane, but not today.
Beca pushed her cart down the isles, scanning the shelves, searching for something unknown. She sighed, throwing cereal haphazardly into her buggie. Her eyes wandered to a little redheaded girl trudging own the isles, tears spilling out of her large blue eyes. Beca smiled gently, kneeling down to the child's level.
"Hey there, are you lost?" Beca cooed, hoping she wouldn't scare away the timid child. The girl simply nodded, stretching out her arms. Beca enveloped the girl in a hug, heart aching for a child of her own.
"What's your name, honey?" She broke away, placing her hands on her knees.
"Taylor." She said shyly.
"And what does your mommy look like?" Beca nodded encouragingly.
"Like a big me." The child giggled tentatively. Beca's heart fluttered at the sound, making her all the more determined to find the little one's mother.
"Well, let's go find her!" Beca smiled, offering her hand to the child. Taylor took it graciously, running her fingers over the tattoo on Beca's wrist with her free hand.
"What's this?" She pressed, rubbing inked skin with speculatively.
"It's a drawing, just on my skin." Beca replied, as if it was a regular answer. She couldn't but smile like a dork at the girl's curious expression.
"Did it hurt?" Taylor furrowed her brow, looking up into the woman's eyes.
"A little." Answered Beca, peering down the isles for her little friend's mother. Beca jumped lightly when she felt Taylor's lips meet her wrist.
"Mommy says that if you kiss booboos, they'll feel better!" Taylor chirped, beaming with pride.
"That is very true." Beca nodded, squeezing her little friend's hand.
Beca saw a woman and a small boy, painstakingly searching for something. The woman was spitting image of Taylor, fiery red hair and icy blue eyes. Beca felt her temperature raise almost immediately, inhaling heavily.
"Is that your mommy?" Beca bent down to the girl's level once more. Taylor nodded enthusiastically, still keeping a firm grip on the DJ's hand. Beca half expected the child to run off, but was pleasantly surprised when she didn't. She scooped up the toddler and plopped her on her hip, walking over to Taylor's mom.
"Delivery." Beca jested, setting Taylor down. Chloe smacked her hand over her mouth, hugging the child to her legs with her free arm.
"Thank you so much. I was so worried!" Chloe ruffled her daughter's hair, smiling at Beca warmly.
"Don't worry about it. I love kids." Beca shoved her hands in her pockets. Something about the woman made her feel exceedingly nervous. She looked into the woman's blue eyes shyly, heart quickening its pace with the contact.
"I'm Chloe," She thrusted out her hand, equally entranced by the small brunette. Taylor and her brother giggled, scampering off down the isle. Her motherly instincts snapped her out of her reverie. "Stay together and stay in this isle!" Chloe shouted out, nervous she would lose them again.
"I'm Beca." Beca smiled, shaking Chloe's hand. Her mind scrambled for things to say, she didn't want to leave the woman just yet. "Taylor's great. You're an amazing mother." She stuttered out, flicking her eyes towards the children.
"Thank you so much." Chloe grinned, "It's been so hard raising her and Kyle on my own." A bells chimed in Beca's head. Beca shook away her premonition,
"How old are they?" She asked shakily, walking beside Chloe.
"Six and four." Chloe affirmed, taking notice to Beca's adorable nervousness.
"They're so beautiful." Beca beamed, a lump forming in her throat. "I want kids so bad." She blurted out, mentally kicking herself as soon as she said it. Chloe sighed happily, heart thudding against her chest. Something about the brunette drove her wild. "They look just like you." Beca said, looking after the children once more.
"Is that a line?" Chloe teased, quirking her brow playfully.
"Only if you're biting." Beca purred. A blush burned furiously in Chloe's cheeks. She ignored the statement, fishing for something else to talk about.
"Taylor really likes you. She's really shy when it comes to strangers." Chloe added, meandering down the aisle beside the kind stranger.
"She's a cutie. She kissed my tattoo because she thought it was a booboo," Beca laughed, remembering the instance. The children tumbled into their mother's legs, making Chloe laugh out loud.
"Whoa, you two!" Chloe picked them up, kissing their cheeks. Beca beamed at the scene in front of her. She grimaced when she saw the gold ring around Chloe's left hand ring finger.
This family wasn't for her. No matter how badly she wanted it to be.
"Listen, I've got to go. It was great to meet you." Beca sighed out, diverting her eyes from Chloe's curious blues.
"Ah," Chloe frowned, watching the brunette walk away. "Can I get your number?" She called out. She regretted sounding so flirty, but she the question was genuine.
"Um, sure." Beca pulled a pen out of her bag, reaching out for Chloe's hand. Chloe shuddered under Beca's gentle touch, coloring her cheeks with embarrassment.
"There." Beca said briefly, returning the pen to her purse.
"Thanks, I'll call you. Maybe we can hang out sometime." Chloe grinned at the woman.
"Yes!" Taylor piped up with wild eyes. Beca laughed lightly, waving goodbye to the small family.
Beca plopped down in the seat of her car, a smile making her cheeks permanently sore. She dialed Jesse's number, eager to tell him about the encounter.
"Hey Jess, you'll never guess what happened." Beca smiled more, rubbing her cheeks.
"What? You sound happy." Jesse said into the phone,
"I think I just met her."
"Met who?"
"Her. The one."
"Well, go get her then!"