AN: so I this is still true to my uncle and aunt (Frank and Donna)'s story, this is based on his proposal to her and I think this is super cute as well.

Thankyou so much to everyone who reviewed and/or favourited, it meant so much to me being a first time publisher.

Warning for swearing again coz: Beca, but it's much lighter

Anyway, enjoy part 2 :)

You make me feel so loved

Of all the places Beca thought she would be at this point in her life, it wasn't here. If she's being honest, and she'd never admit she was, she hadn't actually planned her life beyond LA. It was just kind of get there and make it as a producer, then roll with the punches until she retired with a Grammy or two. Sure, she'd done the get to LA part and had produced for a few C-List artists, even co-produced a one-hit-wonder, but the lights had faded and in the music biz you never really had any consistent friends. It was everyone for themselves there. It didn't really turn out how Beca had expected.

Which is why she was content in her little hometown, with her dingy recording studio and controlled mess of a record store. Yeah, it was only recording jingles for local businesses and indie bands, but she was making music. Surrounded by the thing she loved.

Her attention is snapped out of her thoughts by a loud thump as Jared jumps the last seven (he's recently upgraded from five) steps of the staircase instead of walking down them.

"Ready to go?" She's worked on it, and maybe her voice is still a little flat, but at least now she can show enthusiasm without needing to fake it.

"Yeah mom, got my stuff," Jared shrugs a far too large sports bag onto his shoulder.

"Cleats?"

"Yep."

"Shinguards?"

"Yep."

"Water bottle?"

"Yes, mom," Jared sighs dramatically but smiles.

Beca flattens his perfectly styled messy crop and coos, an incredibly childish action that elicits a huff and a 'mom, I'm twelve now' from Jared every time. She loves it, even if it doesn't do her resident badass image any favours.

"Maddy!" Beca yells up the steps.

An ambiguous noise that could be a 'yep' comes down the steps and seconds later Maddy trudges down the steps, overnight bag slung around her neck.

A car horn sounds outside and she looks out the front sliding glass doors to see Jesse standing at the door of his blue sedan.

She walks out onto the large deck that dominates the front of their large block of land 15 minutes out of town. She smiles politely at him and waves quickly to say 'yes, they're coming' and turns back around.

Maddy is out first followed by Jared in a mess of lanky limbs. It's frustrating, he's shot up with the first wave of puberty and already overtaking her in height.

"You kids be good and all that stuff," she waves her hand dismissively and gathers them both in a tight hug, ignoring Jared's grunt of protest.

"Bye mom, love you."

"Seeya, mom."

"Say bye to-"

"Bye, Chloe!"

Chloe's voice calls from within the house somewhere, "Bye chickey-dees!"

At first Beca hated that nickname, but she'd quickly learnt that Chloe could make a nickname for everything, including her, and that she'd just have to deal with it.

Maddy shook her head with a defeated smile and Jared was already down the steps of the deck and out to the car.

"I love you, babies!" she calls after them.

She always hates seeing them go. She knows Jesse will care for them, but she's been a mother for 15 years now, she'll always worry. Chloe materialises beside her and wraps an arm around Beca's.

It isn't until the sedan disappears out the long gravel driveway and down the rural highway that either of them speak.

"So," Chloe leans her head down on her shoulder, "plans for tonight?"

"Nothing," Beca lets her head fall down to Chloe's, "nothing but being unashamedly lazy and you."

"Me?" she can hear Chloe's raised eyebrow in the question.

"You," Beca sighs and leans closer to her partner, "and maybe drinking wine."

Chloe snorts, "You're such a wine-mom."

"What do you mean by that?" Beca squawks defensively.

Chloe pulls away and turns around so that they're wrapped in each other, Chloe's arms resting over her shoulders and Beca's arms habitually sliding around her waist.

"You're a mom, who drinks wine," Chloe rolls her eyes and waggles her head like it's the most obvious thing ever.

"Well, it has been a few years since I last downed a shot," Beca squints one eye and smirks playfully.

"We really couldn't handle the hangover that comes with that," Chloe pulls Beca into her and she gladly tucks her head under Chloe's chin.

"We're positively ancient," is the muffled response.

"Times keep a-changin', the world's rearrangin', but Becsy, ya timeless to me," Chloe starts singing.

"Chlo, I swear to god," Beca warns but they both know it's empty.

Besides, they both knew Beca sort of, but would never admit that she enjoyed it.

"Hemlines are shorter, a beer cost a quarter, but time cannot take what comes free," she doesn't stop, just starts to gently sway.

Chloe did this quite often. Just burst into song, seemingly prompted by nothing. It was usually musicals, Chloe claiming they were the most fun. Occasionally Chloe would bust out a current top 40 hit and shock everyone including Jared who pretended to absolutely not care. Sometimes, when the kids were with Jesse or a rare moment when neither was home, Chloe would belt a 2010's hit that Beca would never admit to joining in with. More often than either of them would say, a duet of the Weeknd or a rousing rendition of Titanium would end particularly… heated. Sue her, Chloe was still an absolute fox.

"You're like a stinky old cheese, babe, just gettin' riper with age," Chloe exaggerates a wink and lets Beca twirl her out.

Beca jumps in, "You're like a fatal disease babe, but there's no cure so let this fever rage!"

She pulls Chloe back with a snap and wraps an arm around her waist and continues the swaying. She's never really been proud of her Christopher Walken impression as it was really not that good. But honestly? If it makes Chloe laugh, she'll do anything.

"You're timeless to me," Chloe skips to the very end, and Beca pouts in confusion.

"What? Not singing a musical number from start to finish?" Beca jokes, then places a hand on Chloe's forehead, "Are you feeling alright?"

Chloe giggles, but doesn't falter, "You're timeless to me."

Beca smiles a smile that she's only developed in recent years. It's one only Chloe's ever seen, and she doesn't know how to describe it, but if the soft smile she gets in return from Chloe every time is anything to go by, it's probably full of love.

"You're timeless to me," it's barely singing now, but Beca sings it back softly as she leans in and presses the lightest of kisses to Chloe's lips.

She keeps her forehead pressed to Chloe's for a few beats, just revelling in being close to the one she loved, and Chloe seemed to have the same idea.

It's Beca who breaks the moment.

"You're so lame," she mutters.

Chloe huffs and leans backwards, her arms loosening from where they were wrapped around Beca's neck.

"Damn, Becsy, you really know what to say to sweep a girl off her feet," she rolls her eyes but grins warmly.

Beca shrugs and schools her face with the most infuriatingly smug look she can, "I know, sexy lady."

It receives the desired effect, Chloe scoffing and making a series of noises that could probably be interpreted as frustration or something similar.

"You're annoying and I hate you," Chloe pulls out of the embrace, "I'm going to have a bath, don't follow me."

"Is that reverse psychology 'cause like…" Beca rolls her hips sleazily, "I am a lady killer, and y'know, saving water and all that…"

"Don't follow me," Chloe laughs and flips her the bird, "as soon as I'm out we'll do nothing but nothing all evening."

Beca chuckles and watches as she heads inside. She's glad this soft ribbing and affection between them hasn't diminished even after these years. They still act stupid around each other, doing dumb voices and nicknames. Because why not? They missed out on the honeymoon years of being teenagers and being silly and basking in the glory of puppy love, so they're just making up for lost time of course. Whenever Chloe referred to their pet pig (yes, Chloe coerced her into getting a pig for no good reason, do not ask her about it) she would do so in a ludicrously high-pitched voice, saying 'Piggley!' and drag out the 'e' until she reached a register only dogs could hear. Thinking about it, Beca realises how much weird shit she doesn't even question about Chloe anymore. She'll randomly launch into the final note of Defying Gravity, fully belted and sustained then fall back into total silence? Beca doesn't even look up from her book now. She'll use the names of breakfast food to make a little song as she prepared it in the morning? Beca actually wrote a ditty about it to annoy Chloe. She has serious conversations, sometimes debates with their pet cat Veronica (Chloe's name choice, absolutely not hers)? Sometimes Beca thought the cat won.

She wanders back inside and stands aimlessly in the kitchen. It shouldn't be aimless. Her aim should be to make dinner, but its only 6:30 and the sun hasn't even begun to set plus she can't really be bothered. In a bit, she tells herself, as though she actually believes it.

Instead she moves into the living room and flops onto their squishy grey couch. She sits doing nothing just like she planned, and just listens to Chloe moving around the bathroom down the hall. Through the roar of the bath water running she can hear Chloe softly singing to herself. Eventually the water stops and the sound of a body plopping in to water is heard, followed by a drawn-out, unladylike groan. Beca chuckles to herself, Chloe was never one to be good at hiding how she feels.

Which is what has saved her these past few years. Being with Chloe has never made her feel so loved. Not once in the 6 years they've been together has she ever doubted Chloe's feelings for her. From their first date where they talked for hours until long after the moon had risen, to now where they spend boring adult time together with Beca doing paperwork for the store and Chloe grading papers, Chloe's little quirks made Beca feel so loved. It was the small things, the way she'll wordlessly get up from the dining table and put on a cup of tea for herself and a coffee for Beca without even asking. It's the way she'll force Beca to lie still while she gives her the backrub of the decade, ignoring all Beca's protests. It's the bigger things that Chloe never made a big deal, like how she would turn up at Beca's apartment the night when the kids went to Jesse's for that week. How she would politely stay out of sight whenever Jesse was around, because she just knew that Beca still felt a bit uncomfortable with the situation. She understood what Beca meant when she tried to explain her discomfort, even if Beca was about as intelligible as a three year old describing their favourite movie.

It was in the way Chloe had been so perfect about Maddy's initial contempt for her. Jared had been cool about it, being only 7 he loved Chloe the minute she bought him a book on the human body which used little people to describe the body's systems (which Beca though was a little bit weird but Jared took to it like cat hair to new black slacks). But Maddy was old enough to understand. Chloe, to her, was a replacement. Wise beyond her years, Beca thought ruefully. She was cordial, but cold and blew off spending any real get-to-know-you time with Chloe for months. But Chloe never, ever stopped trying. It wasn't until a fateful afternoon after watching a live action remake of Frozen at the cinemas, Chloe playfully singing with Jared, that Maddy burst. It was kind of brutal to hear, the truths that Maddy spilled. But Chloe took every single cutting word on the chin. They talked it out, Maddy matured so much in the space of a day Beca forgot she was 10, and from then Chloe and Maddy's relationship did nothing but strengthen.

So yeah, Chloe loved her.

And Beca really, really loved Chloe.

She can't remember when she decided she really, really wanted to marry Chloe. Well, she can remember the day she first laid eyes on Chloe their freshman year of high school and was struck with such an intense schoolgirl infatuation she was sure she wanted to marry Chloe, but she can't remember when she decided she wanted to marry Chloe, the legitimate meaning behind the word.

She was shocked the night she realised it. Partly because after Jesse and having two kids, she never thought she'd properly meet someone again, and also because 1. Her parents didn't work out, 2. She didn't work out, 3. No way in hell would it be third time the charm. But then, y'know, Chloe happened and rewrote every rule Beca had established.

Chloe made Beca want to try again.

She's pulled gently from her thoughts by Chloe's sweet voice floating through the house like a siren's call. Over the Valley by Chloe's current favourite band Pink Martini. Such a middle aged woman sort of band, kind of like Enya but more hipster and more smooth jazzy.

"Over the valley, I saw a silver cloud, with a pink lining…"

Beca smiles, is it lame she finds the lyrics so relatable? She was a bit of a moody dark cloud when she and Chloe reconnected, but Chloe saw the pink lining within her. Maybe gold. Beca would change it to gold if she ever sung it. Sounds cooler.

"Over the valley, this house among the trees, where we've been hiding," the song is originally sung by an alto with a voice as rich as caramel, but Chloe's strawberry starburst voice does the lyrics just as much justice, "making our memories."

Their modest house-almost-could-be-a-farm out of town felt so far detached when neither of them had to go anywhere at all, and Beca found she never really wanted to go anywhere when everything she needed to be content was wrapped around her with adorably mussy hair come morning.

It's the next bout of lyrics that sets Beca's feet in motion without her even realising it, the lyrics subconsciously speaking to her as her mind whizzes through the meaning.

If we could hold this way / in our hearts some way

Before she knows it she's into her home recording studio (the only place she can fully trust Chloe to not search) and reaching to the back of her desk's third drawer down. She pulls out the little velvet bag and tips its contents into her hand. The simple silver band sits patiently in her palm, not mocking or daring her, just waiting. She'd had a long chat with Maddy and Jared, and they'd bought it together a few weeks ago. Now she was waiting for the opportune moment, it had to be perfect. She wasn't going to plan an extravagant dinner with moonlit walks and candles and a French dude playing the violin, but she was still a perfectionist, and Chloe deserved nothing short of Beca's true, honest, heartfelt feelings.

We would never roam / ever far from home

Before she can chicken out she grips the ring tightly and walks back out to the living room. She idly taps her closed fist against her chin, thinking about how she's going to do it. She could wait until Chloe emerges from the bathroom, gown-clad and stunning with her wet hair in ringlets and face free of makeup. But then her small surge of confidence might have died by then.

She needed that cavalier attitude she'd had on the phone all those years ago. It was a different kind ask her back then. God, had she really thought asking Chloe on a date was scary?

She just needed to be herself of course, that's what Chloe loved; Beca. Not the grand gestures she could potentially perform. What does Chloe love about her? She'd mentioned how caring she was, doing the little things for her, like bringing her breakfast or a drink in bed. Or in the bath.

An idea hits Beca so hard she freezes totally, mouth open like slapped fish. The thrill that follows as she realises that it's maybe an ok idea causes her heart to jump into her mouth and a small un-Beca-like squeak to emit from her.

Over the valley / just above the fray

So Beca may be not slicker than warm butter and tended to trip over her words rather than deliver them with James Bond-esque finesse, but she did not usually get nervous.

Keyword usually.

Then again, she'd never proposed.

She takes a deep breath, and clenches the drink in her hand, ignoring the way the liquid tremors slightly with her shaking. The slight tinkling of the swizzle stick knocking against the rim really doesn't help.

"Chlo?" Beca knocks gently on the door and there's the smallest sound of swishing water.

Then a hum that probably means 'come in'.

The sun is setting / and when we're old a grey

Beca walks in without much fuss. Chloe is laying blissfully in the rose scented water, her head resting back against a cute little whale cushion that had special suction cup bits that stick to the bath. Chloe insisted they buy it.

"Your favourite, babe," Beca says, kneeling and reaching across the bath and placing the lemon-lime and bitters glass on the window-sill opposite.

The sun burns brightly as it sets. The bathroom being on the west side meant that at the right time of day, the coloured tiles of the walls reflected the sunshine, which when added to the stainless steel amenities and clear shower stall walls creates a kaleidoscope of light.

She pauses briefly on the way back to press a quick kiss to Chloe's lips then sits back on her heels.

"With a shot of vodka, of course."

Chloe hums appreciatively, a warm smile decorating her face, "Thanks, love."

The kaleidoscope's got nothing on Chloe's smile.

She watches nervously as Chloe reaches out to take the glass, eyeing the swizzle-stick. The ring isn't immediately obvious, but Chloe's going to notice soon enough, right?

Chloe takes a sip and places it back on the counter. It's so painfully obvious to Beca, the ring twinkled in the refracted light as it passed through the sepia liquid for crying out loud.

Honestly, she did not know what to do right now. The idea was original and quirky just like she was sure Chloe would like, but she hadn't planned for her not seeing the ring. She could awkwardly mention it…

"So… I thought we could indulge in season 1 of Orange is the New Black? It's the best one," Beca does what she knows, and talks.

"Mm, yeah that sounds nice," Chloe murmurs.

Stumped, again.

"Or," Beca drags the 'o', "we could totally get silly drunk and dance to 90s hits in our underpants?"

Chloe giggles, "That is a sight no one needs to see."

She finally opens her eyes and connects with Beca's, who feigns hurt.

"Aw, Becsy, don't be that way," Chloe pouts stupidly and cups Beca's chin, "turn that frown upside down."

"Fuck off."

Instead Chloe smushes her face and coos, "Who's a grumpy bum."

Beca gives her best stony glare but all it achieves is stretching Chloe's grin impossibly wider.

"Maybe I need that shot of vodka," she mutters and glances at the glass.

Chloe teases her a bit more until Beca's façade cracks and a goofy grin splits her face.

"I love you…" so she's a person who suddenly says what they're feeling now, but she thinks that's quite alright.

Chloe smiles warmly, the smile no longer teasing and now the genuine Beale Megawatt Special.

"I love you, too," she's a bit thrown by the declaration but Chloe just rolls with it.

"Drink up before I do," Beca nods to the glass.

Yes Beca, yes, nice segue. Now just notice, please.

Chloe laughs and picks up the drink again. She twirls the swizzle stick but doesn't stop looking at Beca, her eyes full of mischief. Here's the part Beca was hoping for from the beginning. She knows Chloe's going to lick the swizzle stick even if it's terrible etiquette, and Chloe does. She brings the stick out and finally her eyes break from Beca's as the stick is halfway to her mouth. Then she stops so quickly Beca's worried she broke her. Fuck she's noticed and Beca's heart rate emphatically sky-rockets.

I'll still be betting

"Beca… what's this?" Chloe's voice is thin, barely above a whisper.

Her eyes are locked on the shiny band hanging off the end of her swizzle-stick.

You are my one and only love

"Chloe Beale," Beca strokes a stray lock of red hair away, "will you marry me?"

Chloe doesn't say anything for what feels like an eternity. Beca surprises herself at her noticeable lack of panic and second-guessing, Chloe, though the source of some anxiety, is also the world's best calmer.

"Bec…" Chloe's eyes begin to glisten, and Beca had expected that, Chloe was a crier.

She once cried at a nature documentary because a seal escaped a shark.

Chloe slips the ring off the stick and just holds it between her thumb and forefinger.

"You came into my shaky mess of a life 6 years ago, calling from some fair committee I don't even remember."

"Barden Elementary School Fair Planning Committee," Chloe forgets the ring in her hand for a moment.

"Of course you remember," Beca smiles affectionately.

"I'm still on it."

Beca playfully rolls her eyes and continues.

"You've changed everything I know and everything I thought I knew, and it's been absolutely for the better."

Where did this speech come from? Beca doesn't care because Chloe is smiling so brightly.

"You've showed me it's okay to love again, and picked up the pieces that I'd given up on long ago."

Chloe's face melts and a single tear leaks out. Beca reaches out and brushes it away, and Chloe instantly covers the hand with her own.

"Chloe, you make me feel so loved, and I love you so much," Beca isn't even worried when she feels the threat of tears behind her eyes.

"So if you'd have me, would you give me the honour of being your wife?" she asks again.

And Chloe nods.

Chloe can't really do anything but nod, and Beca lets out a happy/relieved sort of gasping laugh because she's about to be reduced to a blubbering mess. Chloe leans upwards and Beca is drawn in by some magnetic force that always seems to be latched to Chloe's lips.

She kisses back, and it's nothing special, nothing heated, but Beca never gets tired of the pulse that flows through her every time their lips connect. And this time feels so much more charged, so meaningful. Beca still hasn't quite grasped how much of a softie she's become, especially with Chloe. She never realised a person could feel things so strongly, but Chloe was like a conductor to lightning with that shit, and Beca never wanted it any different.

It isn't until later when they're snuggled on the outdoor couch with the lights of the deck dimmed, that the gravity of how she feels for Chloe hits her.

Chloe doesn't even need to try and Beca's stomach still does a triple kickflip, with her hair as rich as the glass of wine nursed in her hand, and eyes that shimmer charmingly in the low light of the semi-full moon.

And we'll live over the valley

Chloe looks over at her and the gentle look of confusion that graces her features transports Beca back to a time long passed. A time when Beca would idly watch Chloe as she sat in the stands of the school gym and Aubrey would yell at her for not focusing on the court. A time when Beca would unintentionally look for blue eyes in the group of friends across the cafeteria. A time when she'd seek strawberry blonde hair out in drama class when the teacher called for them to pair up. Chloe would look up and catch her eye, with that same look of curiosity and it's now that Beca understands.

You'll always be with me

Chloe wordlessly leans closer and caresses away the tear that Beca didn't realise had fallen, because she realises what the little band on her finger means to Beca. Knows what marriage is to Beca with it's painful memories. Knows how much Beca means it when she asks that question as old as romance.

As the moon

Beca feels so ridiculously warm and fuzzy inside when she replays the memory of slipping the ring over Chloe's finger.

Shines

The foreseeable future is nothing but Chloe and sunshine.

Above

Songs: Timeless to me from Hairspray (love that scene, youtube it), and Over the Valley by Pink Martini, I really suggest looking it up because I think it's such a sweet song and I thought it fit nicely.

I could possibly do a part 3 coz Frank and Donna's wedding was pretty adorable aswell, would you guys want to read that? Please review, I love hearing your feedback :)

-MK