I was staring the first time I saw my mom... alive. She was so full of life, so vibrant, just the way I remembered her. And I may have stared a bit too long, I had to snap myself out of it unless I wanted them to think I was ogling. Oh God, I wasn't going to let them think I had a thing for my mom. God, no.

I wanted to embrace her, to feel her. Okay, that sounded wrong. I wanted her to embrace me. It took everything in me to stop myself from running to her and placing my long arms around her. Because honestly, I missed her. I miss her. And I would give everything to feel the warmth of her embrace, to be able to feel that again.

I didn't really have much of a plan, I wasn't even sure if I was in the right period. I actually thought they fell in love when my mom entered college, like 3 years earlier than the period I was in. But as the tall man had said, the microchip actually knew more than I did. I mean, what do I know?

So there I was, in my first ever college party. Apparently, it was an accapellar only party according to Fat Amy.

The first time I saw my other mom, Beca, was funny. I almost called out to her as "Mom", good thing I caught myself. I knew she was small, but the person who was in front of me was not small, she was tiny!

The night was becoming uneventful as I stood there, not in the shadows but in the midst of everyone else and it felt like I almost did not exist. Well, technically, I really did not exist at that time- in that period. You get me.

I was looking... more like staring and watching like a hawk...at both my moms laughing in one corner acting like two teenagers in love. Wait, they were. Are. They are probably. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, when I noticed the cup, that very bright yellow cup. I know that cup. We have that cup at home. My mom loved that yellow cup and I grew up with that yellow cup so then it only makes sense that I end up loving that yellow cup as well. I would usually see that yellow cup during parties at home, usually when my parents got together with the other Bellas. Aunt Aubrey would always tease my mom about that yellow cup saying that that cup reminded her of the time she fell in love with Beca.

"Chloe, I think it's about time you retire that yellow cup." Aubrey had teased.

"Why? It can still serve its purpose you know." Chloe answered as she rubbed little Emily's back as she yawned.

"For sure, Chloe. It's been years. Place it in a glass case, that way you can stare at it and make yourself proud everyday. If you keep on using it, you'll end up having to throw it away." Aubrey added with a smirk.

By this time, Beca and Fat Amy had joined the group.

"Why does it need to be placed in a glass case, Aunt Aubrey?" Little Emily asked.

"Because, sweetheart, that cup reminds your mom of the time she fell in love with your other mom, Beca." Aubrey answered in the sweetest way.

"Yeah, that time she fell in love with Beca and her breasts. Red here was totally staring at this midget's bosom. If you know what I mean." Fat Amy added with a wink.

Chloe immediately covered Emily's ears to save her from that piece of truth and Beca stared in horror at what had just been said.

Everyone else just burst into laughter as the night continued.

The next day, Emily saw Beca making a purchase online of a yellow Barden cup. And when that cup arrived, Beca had kept the old cup in a safe place and left the new cup on the table with a note, "A new cup for the Cup-tain of my heart. Kept the old one in the deepest depths of the ocean. XOXO"

Wait, so if it's the yellow cup. It must mean they fell in love when my mom entered college, when she had just joined the Bellas. So why the hell am I here three years later?! Stupid timechip. Oh well, might as well make the most of it. As Aunt Aubrey would say, "As my father would always say, a chance passed is a chance passed. But a chance taken, is a chance all yours." I know, it doesn't make sense either.

I kept on staring at the yellow cup. Maybe I could do something to the cup, like... steal it? Okay, that's such a stupid and lame idea.

Then it hit me. I left the person who was trying to talk to me about some piglet, I wasn't sure who that was, and went inside to look for some drinks.

Make my mom drunk enough to just sleep it off later in the night, to prevent them from talking further. Okay, so that's really not the best thought out plan but at least it's a start. I mean, if you've seen them giggling earlier, you just know something's happening between them. I went outside to look for them, they were still giggling and I knew my mom, Chloe, was already a bit drunk, she was holding on to my other mom, Beca, for support. She was telling a story about something and my mom, Beca, I just knew she was trying to catch every single word she was saying. I knew that look, her eyes staring intently at my other mom and there was a small smile on her lips. It felt nice seeing them like that, seeing them like they are so much in love. Oh wait, maybe they are so much in love.

I had to snap out of it and get enough courage to walk up to them. "Hey, um, so, how are you guys?" I asked, awkwardly, if I may add. My mom, Beca, was smiling, you know that smile with teeth, she looked genuinely happy, but it gently faded when I walked up to them. Well, I'm sorry for interrupting your alone time, but I'm trying to save one of you from dying and the other one from living a miserable life, okay?!

"Hey, Emily! You've met Beca, right?" Chloe was cheery. Yep, that's my mom all right. "Oh, yeah, yeah."

"You doing okay?" Beca asked me. "Oh, totes." And I couldn't help but smile as both of them had that look, like a surprised but amused look. I shouldn't have used totes, totes making it obvious I'm their child from the future.

"Oh my god, Chloe. Is she like your daughter?" Beca was smiling, obviously amused at the exchange. My heartbeat may have went into overdrive upon hearing that but Chloe just laughed it off and then Beca joined her. And then there it was again, Chloe was holding Beca's hand. It wasn't just touching, it was holding. It felt so intimate. And I suddenly felt intrusive.

"Chloe, would you like some more to drink?" I asked, looking at the yellow cup. "Oh, sure, okay. That's so sweet of you, Em." And my heart felt smug upon hearing that. That was actually what my parents called me.

I wasn't sure what time it was, but I noticed everyone was dancing by the pool. Everyone was going crazy, dancing and laughing and drinking and dancing some more. My parents were dancing right in the middle of everyone. There was even a point where my mom, Chloe, was slapping my other mom's butt. Gross.

And I wasn't sure what was happening but Chloe was suddenly taking off her clothes. Double gross. Oh, she's wearing something underneath. Good. I swear, sometimes, I feel like I'm the parent in this family. Both my moms were acting really crazy and then people started chanting, "Do it! Do it! Do it!" Do what?! I overheard Beca, as she held on to Chloe's forearms, "Don't Chlo, you're drunk." "I'll be fine, Becs!" "Chloe, no. You'll just hurt yourself." "Becs, sometimes, you just have to let go and let things happen." She gave her a wink and just like that, she jumped. And it wasn't an ordinary jump, it was like a jump jump. A jump of a lifetime. A jump for freedom. No, it wasn't a jump, it was more like a... leap. Yeah, that's more accurate. A leap. A leap of faith. A leap, a crazy leap, hoping she can fly so she doesn't hit the pavement. Or, a leap, a crazy leap, hoping to god someone catches her because it would be so god damn painful if no one does.

Everyone was cheering as she hit the water. I was so entranced by her sudden leap that I didn't notice the piglet that came running after her and I could hear Benjie yelling, "Abner, no!". The piglet jumped into the water swimming towards my mom and I could see the look in her eyes as she panicked upon seeing it. I'm assuming my other mom, Beca, saw this too because she immediately jumped in the water to go after Chloe who may have swallowed some water as she struggled away form Abner. She grabbed the piglet and let it swim in another direction. At that moment, everyone grew quiet. I stood up, grabbing the towels on the lawn. I know, incredible coincidence, right? I walked towards them and as I walked nearer, I overheard Beca as she soothed my mom's back, "It's okay, Chlo. It's okay. I'm here." Jessie extended the cleaning pole to Beca and pulled them in as she grabbed it, with Chloe in tow.

I handed them the towels and Beca draped the first two over my mom's. I caught Uncle Jessie's, Jessie's, eyes as he looked at them. I looked at them too, and the way Beca treated my mom, the way she tried to calm her down by rubbing her back and then her shoulders, it felt so intimate. Again, I felt like I was intruding so I left. Jessie may have felt the same because I saw him walk away as well.

Beca slept in Chloe's room that night. I know because I was supposed to room with Chloe because hers was the only one with an extra bed. Fat Amy asked me if I wanted to sleep with her in their room, "To give Bhloe some privacy," she told me. And I just lay there awake on my mother's bed. Way to go, Emily. Way to break them up. Now they're sleeping together. Who knows what they're doing now. Gross.

Thoughts were running through my head. Like, what if I fail at breaking them up but still make drastic changes in the future? I mean, who knows. My interaction with everyone in this century, okay I'm exaggerating a bit, could have only-god-knows-what effects in the future.

I was staring at the wall, well, the cork board actually, when I noticed the piece of paper with eyes drawn on them. I got up and picked it up. Fat Amy must have seen me because then she spoke, "Beca doesn't really draw. She can't even to save her life." She sat on her bed and faced me.

"Why would she draw these?" I was perplexed. It was weird seeing drawings of eyes, not even pairs of eyes. Just one eye. But lots of them.

"Have you ever been drawn to someone so bad?"

I scrunched my face, much like how my mom does when she's asked a bizarre question.

"Okay, so that's a no then."

"Why do you ask?" I wasn't so sure where the conversation was going.

"Like, when there's this person you enjoy spending time with. But you stop yourself from going deeper, just enough so that you don't drown."

Oh god, mom was right. Aunt Amy turns into this sentimental wise old turtle at 2AM.

I stared at her, waiting for her to continue because who knows what this conversation is all about. Oh wait, is this about her and Uncle Bumper? If it didn't have any repercussions in the future, I'd totally let her know they're fine in the future. They actually do have a family. Only she doesn't become a professional wrestler or something. I'd just tell her, go with the flow dude. It all turns out well in the end.

"You know in your heart of hearts, like if your heart had a heart, that's the heart I'm talking about. The heart of hearts. Or maybe, the heart of heart?" She continued.

And I just stared. I was kinda lost.

"You know in your heart of hearts that if you go further, everything would change. And you're so afraid of that change because what if that change isn't what you wanted. What if in that process, you lose the person you are drawn to. We wouldn't want that, right?"

"No, we wouldn't want that." I whispered, still at a loss.

"So, you end up capturing everything about the person. Because you need to cope with your need to be with that person without the changes you're afraid of happening. You deal with it by capturing every moment, every hour and every minute of every day you have with that person."

And I stared at the piece of paper with eyes on them. It brought me back to a memory in the future. I know, it's weird because usually a memory is from the past but in this case my memory is of the future. Time travelling is confusing and amazing me all at the same time, okay.

"What do you like most about mom, like on a physical aspect?" I asked my other mom, Beca, one time a she drove me to school.

"Everything." She answered.

"No, really. If there's one thing."

She sighed. I know I should not have asked. Memories of my mom brought her pain. Brought us pain.

"You know what, mom, forget I asked."

"It's her eyes." She looked at me as we stopped at an intersection and then smiled.

"She had the perfect eyes, clear as the sky. I could just get lost in them. What I'd give to see those eyes again looking back at me, back at us."

I snapped back to reality. She was trying to draw my mom's eyes. My eyes were tearing up upon the realization. What she was feeling for my mom, it would all turn into an unbearable sorrow. I didn't want her to feel that pain.

"That is why," Fat Amy continued as if reading my mind, "I never commit to anyone. I'm a free-range pony that can't be tamed." And then she makes these hoof sounds, which was far from sounding like it.

So, I may have gotten lost in our conversation again. I wasn't sure anymore what she was trying to tell me. "Wait, so these eyes, they're something I'd like to go back to. Why was Beca trying to draw these?"

"Oh, that I'm not so sure. Maybe she was bored. Or something. I don't know, really."

"Oh." was all I could answer. But if there's one thing I've learned from my moms, it's that Aunt Amy doesn't know how to lie. Her eyes begin to stare at random objects when she lies and that's what she just did. She knows something.

"Or maybe she was trying to draw someone's eyes?" I offered.

"What? No! Of course not. Whose eyes would she ever want to draw?"

I mumbled Chloe, she must have heard me but not understood so she asked, "What?"

"Nothing." I said with a smile.

"Okay, well, Legacy. It's time to sleep. It's almost 3AM. Goodnight. And stop rummaging through Beca's things. I'm the only who's allowed to do that. The $20 over there, they're mine." And she turned off her lamp before I could even answer.

The next time I tried "breaking them up" was pure chance. It was when we received that odd invite after my mom, I mean Beca, came home from work. Nobody else knew that she had an internship going on. I may have followed her that one time because I've always wondered what she's been doing after class. And then I found out she was interning at Residual Heat.

So we went to this really big mansion of this huge acapella fan, and there was this thing they called a sing-off? What was it again? I may have blew up the Bellas' chance of winning because I sang this song from the future, the only song I could comfortably sing, which was actually a song Beca wrote and produced. So, I'm not really sure how that messes up the future. After being eliminated, I tried apologizing to Chloe because she seemed the most upset, aside from Aunt Amy. I mean Fat Amy.

"I'm really sorry. I would understand if you just want me to crawl under a rock and die." I said.

My mom, I mean Beca, came to my rescue and said, "Hey, no..." and then turning to Chloe, "Hey, we don't want that." And she said it in the most caring and sweetest way and I could see the annoyed look on Chloe's face. My mom hates me, oh my god.

The ride back to the Bella house was pretty quiet, then it turned awkward when Aunt Amy spoke.

"Way to go Legacy."

"Hey now, Amy, come on." Beca answered.

I didn't know what to say.

"Stop it, Beca. You and I know we stood a chance there and if it wasn't for that song, we would not have lost." Chloe deadpanned.

It was odd seeing my mom, Chloe, act so cold.

"Chloe..."

"We badly needed this and we lost it."

Beca was about to open her mouth, but closed it immediately. She just sighed and kept quiet, choosing to not add to the fire.

The rest of the trip was quiet, even upon entering the house everyone was quiet.

Everyone moved to do their own thing and I just stood there by the door. I wasn't sure what to do because I was supposed to room with Chloe, but then, you know. Things are awkward right now.

But at least both of them are at odds with each other? So yey? My plan is working?

I was about to go up the staircase leading to Beca's attic room to ask if maybe I could sleep there when I overheard Chloe sigh.

"I'm sorry, Becs."

I went up a few more steps so I could see them. Chloe was seated on Beca's bed and Beca was seated on the floor. She closed her laptop, placed it on the side table and sat beside Chloe.

"It's fine Chlo. It's Emily you should apologize to, not me."

"You're right."

"I bet she'll sleep on the couch, too afraid to come near you Beale."

"Oh my god. I feel so terrible. What is happening to me?" She covered her face with her hands.

Beca laughed a little. "I think you may be turning into Aubrey."

"Oh god."

"I know, right?"

"No, oh god. You took my Polaroid!" Chloe pointing to the old-looking camera in one of the shelves next to the skateboard. Why in the world did my mom have a skateboard?

"What? Oh..." Beca gave Chloe a sheepish smile.

"I've been looking for them for over a month!" Chloe playfully slapped Beca's arm.

"I didn't know they were there. Ow! Hey!"

"Why'd you take them, you thief." She continued to slap Beca's arm. "You could have just asked, you know."

Beca was smiling. "I must have been sleep walking."

"Yeah, right."

"No, I really think I have been." Beca tried to say in a straight face.

"So, you mean to say, you went inside my room while I was sleeping and took my camera?" Chloe asked with a smirk.

"Maybe." Beca answered.

"Creep." Chloe said, but obviously smiling. "So, aren't we going to talk about your budding romance with the Kommissar?"

"Ugh, god no."

Chloe giggled and I saw Beca stare at Chloe. Because knowing my mom, if there's one thing that she goes weak for, it's my mom's giggle or laughter.

"You're staring, Becs." Still with a smile on her face.

"I may have taken your camera hostage so that you'd have a reason to invade me here in my room." Beca confessed with her eyes closed.

And then I saw my mom, Chloe, her eyes, her smile, everything about her became soft. "Why?"

"Because, we've both been busy and I feel like it's been forever since we've spoken or hung out. I just... miss you, is all."

Chloe beamed at her and they just stared at each other for like, four seconds.

"Is Beca Mitchell finally showing emotions of a human being?" Chloe mocked.

It was Beca's time to slap her arm. "Chlo-eee", Beca said as she imitated a robot sound.

I went downstairs after that, because I felt like I was intruding again. And I felt bad because again, they're friends. I should feel good because they're friends. But that's not exactly the reason why I'm here.

Chloe apologized while I was in the kitchen preparing some warm milk, so I ended up sleeping in her room as planned.

Mom, please wake up. Mom! Mom! Please, wake up.

And they began taking me away, away from my mom.

No, don't. I wanna stay!

I was fighting them, whoever they were. I didn't want to leave my mom. Not like this.

Let go of me! Mom, wake up! Please wake up!

I was fighting them in between sobs.

"Emily," I heard a faint whisper. "Em," she was calling me. And I was still fighting. Who? I wasn't so sure. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I sat up catching my breath, tears were flowing. I looked at the source of the whisper, it was my mom. Chloe. Chloe Beale. And then it hit me. I was in a different time.

She offered me a smile and a glass of water while she gently rubbed my back. And I couldn't fight the tears that were flowing from my eyes. If she only knew, god, if she only knew.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She offered with a soft smile. My mom was right, her eyes were really clear as the sky. It was like she was glowing.

When I didn't answer, she backtracked. "It's okay if you don't want to." she said, as she wiped the tears from my eyes. And my heart was about to explode with so many feels. In case you didn't know what feels are, they're feelings. That's how we say it in the future, okay. Don't judge. I wanted to just tell her everything. How I'm from the future. How I'm actually her daughter. How she's going to die. And I'm here to change all that.

But I couldn't. I stopped myself.

"Thanks." I whispered.

She offered me a smile and asked me to just go back to sleep. I did. The thing is, she never left my side. She may have waited for me to fall back to sleep before going back to bed herself. And it was the safest I've felt in a long time.