A/N; I had this concept story for a while. I will be continuing Family Love but I thought I'd start with a story I already planned for! Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

In New York City, the thirty-one-year-old Beca Mitchell came from a wealthy family, she owned a newspaper company, and she had inherited the organization from her father and promised to honor his reputation in the business field. The brunette has one younger sister, Stacie, who worked in the newspaper as an IT manager in the same company. They had a very close relationship since they only have each other. Stacie would know if Beca is sad, mad or even worried by just looking in her eyes. In other words, Stacie lived for Beca and vice versa.

Beca got married to Diane at the age of eighteen and her wife was able to give birth to two amazing kids, Noah and Nora Mitchell. The fifteen-year-old Noah and Nora were twins, both having to look like Beca. The brunette lived for them and lived to make them happy and safe.

The brunette was born in a rare condition, she had both woman and man parts, she had a rough childhood, her parents passing away at a young age, she was dealt a shitty hand. She met her blond wife at the age of sixteen and got married by eighteen. She wasn't happy with her life because Diane was always jealous of every single woman that Beca meets.

Beca had a house in the mountains which was far away from the city, she goes there every weekend to get away from the city and write her book, Noah and Nora loved going with their momma because sometimes they couldn't handle Diane's screaming or whining about Beca. The brunette and Diane are complete opposites, Beca was calm, relaxed and loved to read, and Diane lived to have fights with the brunette and get jealous over stupid things. Beca sometimes hated the moment she stepped into the office because of her wife who was also working in the organization.

The newspaper owner loved to travel, most of the times she traveled alone, knowing that if she took her wife with her, they would fight. But what Beca didn't know is that, while she was traveling to back to the US from Canada, she never knew that her life would change from meeting a certain redhead that she might not meet again.

Beca and her wife Diane were driving back home from an event they had to attend. The car ride was driven in silence until the blond spoke up.

"Who was that you were speaking to her in the event?" Diane asked in a jealous tone.

Beca sighed. "I talked to a lot of people,"

"That woman who was wearing black." The blond stated.

"Seriously Diane? Half of the women in that event wore black."

Diane huffed. "That woman who was standing with you and Liam, the owner of the design company."

Beca rolled her eyes internally. "Oh, she's the new graphic designer at his company."

"Wasn't Loren their graphic designer?"

"True, but she took her position; they were having problems with Loren. That's what Liam told me." Beca said focusing on her driving.

"Aha, I heard something like that, what's her name?"

The brunette sighed. "How would I know what's her name, Diane? Why are you asking all these questions?"

The blond shrugged. "I don't know, but from the looks of it, she isn't pretty. I asked myself who was that ugly woman who is talking to Beca."

When Beca didn't answer, Diane spoke again. "Why did you stay quiet? Don't tell me she's pretty."

Every single time we go out this has to happen! Beca thought, sighing she looked at her blond wife. "No, she's not pretty. She's very ugly Diane." She said shaking her head and looking in front of her. Diane rolled her eyes and kept quiet. Jealousy was ripping through her.

A few minutes later, the couple reached to their villa. Opening the door, they found their fifteen-year-old boy with Diane's brother, sitting on the couch and playing video games.

"Oh hey, John," Diane said kissing her brother's cheek. She turned to her son who was focused in the game. "Hey, Noah." She said sitting on the couch beside him.

"Hi, mom." He said absent mindedly.

Beca closed the door and entered the living room. Shaking Johns' hand. "Hey, John."

"Hey Becs, how are you?" John said throwing his cigarette into the ashtray,

"Good, Why are you smoking here man? I told you to go to the garden and smoke outside." Beca asked the blond man.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"So what brings you buy?"

"I was in the area, I thought I'd pass by to see Noah and Nora and I'm heading out in a bit clubbing."

"You are going out again?" Diane asked

John shrugged. "It's still 11 PM, I have nothing to do."

Beca sighed and looked at her son. "Bubba, isn't it late?" She asked the boy. "You have school in the morning."

Noah stopped the game and stood up kissing Beca's cheek. "I'm going now, just wanted to know you got home safely. Goodnight guys." He said to everyone as he walked into the room.

"Where's your sister?" Beca asked before he entered.

"She's in her room momma." The brunette nodded and looked at her wife and her brother in law. "Excuse me, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." John and Diane said.

Beca left the living room and entered her daughter's bedroom to find her daughter at her smiling.

"Momma!" She jumped from the bed and hugged the brunette.

"Hey baby girl, how are you?" She asked sitting beside her daughter's bed.

"Good, you guys just came back?"

"Yeah, why are you up late?" She asked smirking.

Nora laughed. "I was studying."

Beca raised an eyebrow playfully at her daughter. "Studying or talking to Sam?"

The girl giggled. "Momma! I told you I don't' like Sam in that way!"

Beca nodded laughed. "Okay. Love you baby girl."

"Love you too momma!" She called her mother who just left the room.

All the way across town lived a twenty-nine-year-old mother of two beautiful three and six-year-old boys, who work in the IT business. Chloe Beale was married to Tom Brown, her boyfriend since she was sixteen and husband at the age of twenty years old. The three-year-old Luke was a brunette with Chloe's blue eyes and the six-year-old Lucas was a copy of Chloe's image.

The redhead was happy with her life, she loved Tom and their little family, but Tom never fully understood the redhead. He loved her but not the love that Chloe needed in her life.

Tom is working for a famous interior design company and his job was enough for all four members of the family to live a great life. But for the past couple of years, he was insisting on going back to the USA. Every time, Chloe dismissed the idea because she doesn't want to move around. Up until a few weeks back, they decided that they should move back to New York City because Tom got a better job offer.

Chloe's father had passed away when she was very young, so the only people she had left in her life was Aubrey and she was the middle sister, and Clair is the youngest. Aubrey works as a lawyer in a firm back in the US as well as Clair who works as a doctor in a hospital. As for the redhead's mother, she loved to cook and loved to take care of her house. They always wanted Chloe to come back to the US.

A year ago, Chloe's mother had to have a surgery in her spine, which required Chloe and both her sisters to meet up and stand beside their mother. And while was traveling to the US, she never knew her life would change from meeting a certain person who happens to share the common knowledge of books.

Chloe was standing in her new balcony, looking at the stars, both her boys were already fast asleep, so she decided to sit outside and clear her thoughts.

As she was looking at the sky, the door was opened softly, and Tom came hugging his wife from the back, kissing her temple.

"Isn't it a bit cold?" He asked softly, passing her a glass of wine.

"It's alright." She said taking a sip from the glass.

"What's wrong? You looked deep in thought."

Chloe shrugged. "Nothing."

"Are you scared?"

The redhead looked at him with a confused look in her eyes. "Of what?"

Tom shrugged. "Cause we moved here after being away for all these years. Or if we made a bad decision of being back here."

Chloe laughed softly. "It looks like you are the one who is scared."

"I was also happy, back in Toronto. Weren't you happy?"

The redhead giggled. "I was very happy. But we always needed to come back."

Tom sighed, "I agree. Are you nervouse for your interview tomorrow?"

Red shook her head. "The job I was offered was in IT, so it's okay. After all it's a newspaper. I think it'll be okay."

"Well I'm proud of you. Do you want to go back inside?"

Chloe shook her head. "In a minute. I'm enjoying the weather."

Tom nodded and went back into the living room. Leaving Chloe alone with her thoughts.

After changing her clothes and John leaving, Beca went and stood outside in her garden, taking a deep breath and shaking her head. Diane came up from behind her wife and placed a hand on her wife's shoulder.

"Why are you here all alone?" Diane asked softly.

Beca turned to face her wife and sighed. "D, how many times have I said that I don't like John being alone with the kids?"

"Why? What's the problem in that?"

"Nothing, but what is the purpose of him coming when we aren't at home?"

Diane crossed her arms and looked at her wife with a raised eyebrow. "Because he loves them? And he comes by to check on them and see if they need anything?"

Beca nodded. "Okay, he wants to check on them, let him do it while we are in the house."

"Why?"

"Are you going to talk to him or should I?" Beca raised an eyebrow at her wife.

Diane huffed. "I'll talk to him tomorrow. Although I am not convinced. John is my brother, he is the only family I have left."

Beca nodded. "I'm going to shower." She said as she walked back into the house.

Chloe entered her living room, her hand went past her hair, looking at some of the boxes that were on the floor. With Tom following behind.

"Shall we go to sleep?" Tom asked yawning.

"I'll unpack a couple of boxes and I'll follow you." She smiled softly. Tom nodded, wishing his wife a goodnight as he entered their bedroom. She kneeled down in front of one of the boxes and opened it. Searching through the box she came across a book she loved very much.

She smiled as she opened the first couple of pages of the book, smiling to herself she brought the book closer to her chest as her brain took her down to a certain memory.

Flashback

Chloe was at the book store in the airport, passing time till her plain calls for boarding. She was searching for The Pride and the Prejudice. As soon as she found it and when she was about to reach for it, another unfamiliar hand reached for the book. Chloe looked to her side and laid her eyes on the most beautiful brunette, with dark blue eyes looking at her. The stranger was wearing a white t-shirt with skinny jeans. Her brown hair was down on her shoulders as her laptop bag was on one shoulder.

"It's yours." The brunette said gently.

"No, it's yours," Chloe replied politely.

"It's okay, take it. I insist."

"You wanted the book.." Chloe said gently.

The brunette looked at her with a soft smile. "You can take it. Really. I'll buy one as soon as I reach the US."

"The states? I'm going there."

The stranger smiled. "Really?"

Chloe nodded. "Take the book, I'll buy one later."

The stranger chuckled. "I said it's yours."

"I already have a book for the plane," Chloe said politely. "I have to get going now. Excuse me." The redhead said as she made her way out of the bookstore and went to her gate.

The brunette looked at her leaving and smiled to herself, grabbing the book, she paid for it and went to her gate as well.

End of flashback.

Chloe's smile was from ear to ear, she stood up and made her way to another box, she opened it and started removing all the contents of it until she came across the book she was searching for, she ran her hands gently on the cover of the book and smiled.

Flashback.

After announcing that their flight was started to board, she entered the airplane, searching for her seat, as she passed through the isles she found her seat and sat in it, A person was sitting beside her but she didn't bother to look, she just did her seatbelt and took out her book to read. She took a glance to the person beside her and felt her breath hitch. It was the same brunette from the book store.

The brunette smiled softly as Chloe giggled. "Hey."

The brunette chuckled. "Hey," She took a glance to the book in Chloe's hand and smirked. "My book is better than yours."

The redhead looked at the book which was in the stranger's hand and laughed. "I was going to buy it, but someone beat me to it."

The stranger smirked. "What a very rude person. But don't worry, I'll read it and later I'll tell you if it's nice or not."

The redhead stayed quiet, after a few moments of silence, the stranger looked at Chloe and said. "How many times have you read the book that is in your hands?"

Chloe looked at the brunette with wide eyes in surprise. "Three times. But how did you know?"

"You're just reading the quotes, and it looked like you know where they are."

"Have you read the book before?"

The brunette nodded. "One time."

The redhead nodded. "Every time I read the book I plan on memorizing the quotes."

The stranger raised an eyebrow at the redhead. "Why would you want to memorize it?"

"To do them."

The stranger shrugged. "It'll be hard to do them. A person without mistakes isn't a person."

"True, but that would help a person to do fewer mistakes."

"A person without mistakes in no fun!"

Chloe giggled. "How so?"

"I'll explain it to you. A person with mistakes means that he had fun while learning them." The stranger shrugged.

"But what if the person doesn't know that what he is doing for fun isn't a mistake?"

"Maybe." The stranger simply shrugged.

"So I came to a conclusion that right and wrong are percentages in life."

"Aha, so that's why you should always remove the right and wrong aspect from your life. Follow your heart." The brunette said looking into Chloe's blue eyes.

Chloe shook her head laughing. The brunette raised an eyebrow at her and asked. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because, sometimes following your feelings is wrong, but the right thing to do is to follow your mind."

"See. Here is where I have to disagree with you because in life there is no such thing as right or wrong. Life is all about chances. And you learn from them."

A few hours into the plane ride and Beca and that stranger continued their talk about books and life. Chloe was very interested in the brunette who looked like she knew a lot of books and life. They ordered a glass of wine and continued their talk.

"When you do something with passion, never think if it's right or wrong. " The stranger leaned in and was inches away from Chloe's face. "For example, in this moment, I have an urge to kiss you." She whispered softly.

Chloe looked at her with wide eyes.

"Right or Wrong?" Beca whispered.

"W-W-Wrong. Of course wrong."

"Why?" The stranger asked firmly. "Forget who we are, forget where we are, forget that if you are married or in a relationship, and answer me. Why is it wrong?"

"Because you can't not think of all of these," Chloe said, her eyes flicking to the stranger's lips.

"You are wrong. You should've answered me with a different answer, for me to be convinced not to lean in and kiss you." The brunette said as she leaned back into her chair.

"How so?"

The stranger shrugged. "You could have answered me with, I don't feel like kissing you. And in that moment. I would have known that I should stay away and not kiss you." The brunette said as she leaned back in again.

Chloe's breath hitched as they both started to lean in, their lips were only inches apart, the stranger's nose was brushing the redhead's. Only to be pulled apart from the sound of the airplane hostess informing them that they reached their destination.

Both the stranger and Chloe took their normal positions as the redhead couldn't breathe normally. She couldn't believe that she was about to kiss a person who wasn't her husband.

The stranger was smiling and stealing glances at the redhead. Not saying a word.

A few minutes later, the plane safely arrived and Chloe was packing her belongings in the bag, she went to stand up but only to be stopped from the brunette.

"Take it."

"No, it's ok-'" She was cut off when the brunette spoke again.

"Consider it as a gift, from a person who wanted to kiss you. A stranger who doesn't even know your name." The stranger smiled softly. "Take care now." The brunette gathered the stuff and left the airplane.

End of flashback.

Chloe was holding the book close to her chest. Closing it she placed it on the top shelf and made her way back to her bedroom. She took off her slippers and went under the covers, to be cuddled by Tom. Her back was facing him, she sighed softly, closing her eyes. Will I ever see her again? She thought as she allowed sleep to take over.