hey everybody, ty so much for all the nice reviews!
this chapter is gonna be smut-less. but v fluffy and cute. enjoy!
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Halfway through Beca's re-telling of the events of 2 months ago, Chloe interrupts.
"Can you hear yourself right now, Beca?" Chloe crossed her arms, facing the short brunette with a look of serious doubt.
"Chloe, I'm serious. You don't understand. I know this all sounds completely ridiculous, but it's true!" Beca raised up a hand, her head hanging in exhaustion. "Scout's honor."
"Beca, I… don't know what to say." Chloe shook her head. She desperately wanted to trust her best friend, but her story was crazy! And if it was true, She'd have to tell someone. It's completely forbidden for Bellas to sleep with competitors. But Beca wasn't one to lie, and Chloe knew that. She had a lot to consider.
"Just please promise you won't turn this into a big thing. Bellas is all I have right now." Beca looked worn out, there were rings under her eyes.
Chloe looked up. When she saw Beca's tired eyes, she had no choice but to help her. She sighed.
"I won't tell anybody. But I will be here for you, If you ever… have to." she reached out to place her hand on Beca's in support. "Ok. Keep going."
"Thanks." Beca huffed. "Ok- it's right after the riff-off at that weird bald dude's house, everybody's partying, that blonde Kommissar chick from DSM comes up to me and starts… flirting with me."
Beca was already getting flustered. She got her second wind, though, and delved back into the story.
"I started freaking out, and the next thing I know- I'm following her down this hallway in that basement into a room, and then I'm on top of her, and then…" she blushed. "We fucked."
"Right, okay. But she has a… ?"
Beca blushed deeper, cutting Chloe off.
"Right."
"And you didn't use protection?"
"Right." Beca's voice began to falter.
"And you haven't talked since?"
"Please don't tell anyone." The little brunette could barely manage a nod.
"Oh, Becs." Chloe wrapped an arm around Beca, who's eyes were misting. "It's gonna be okay."
After a slight pause in conversation, Chloe spoke again-
"I think you should call her."
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"So what happened after the riff-off? You got lucky with the elven girl?"
"Pieter!" Kommissar blushed. There was a pause. She shook her head, trying to shake off the foolish smile on her face. "…Ja. Maybe. No. No, ja."
"You are so sprung." Pieter laughed. "You know what else you are?"
Kommissar glanced up at him, question on her face. "Hmm?"
"Completely screwed if the rest of DSM finds out you're… in bed with our rival."
Kommissar rolled her eyes. "Noted."
She was more afraid than she let on.
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ONE unheard message-
(unknown number): Hi, this is Beca. Um, I'm calling to see if you're… Do you wanna get coffee? Okay. Call me back, or text me, or whatever. Uh, okay. Bye.
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"You ask me for coffee, and you order tea. A strange little troll, you are." Kommissar flashed a smile at her own reflection in the pond. Crickets chirped on all sides of them as she and Beca sat on a rock by a pond, one of Beca's favorite spots.
Beca blushed softly, letting her eyes fall closed as she set her empty paper cup next to her on the rock.
"Kommissar, I-"
"That's not my name." The blonde woman said, cutting Beca off sharply. A little sharper, even, than she'd intended. She read Beca's reaction, and immediately tried to make things right again.
"My name is Luisa. 'World's' doesn't matter right now."
Beca smiled, surprised and honored to matter more than 'World's' to… Luisa. Beca was still anxious, though, her eyes fixed on her shoes. She couldn't look at her, not yet.
"You were trying to say something, though." Luisa murmured, trying to help the situation. Beca took a deep breath.
"Luisa-" Beca corrected herself, smiling as she picked her head up look at her.
Jesus Christ.
There she was, all over again. Her eyes, and her smile, and her hair, and her… everything, there it all was. Sitting right in front of Beca. Willing to hold conversations with Beca. Willing to fuck Beca, sans-protection. Willing to- Stop. Beca, you've gotta cut this shit out and talk to her.
"Luisa. I have to tell you something. It's gonna be a lot, okay? We're technically supposed to be enemies, and we barely know each other, I-"
"Say it."
"I'm pregnant."
Beca's words sat in the air like steam. Her anxiety built and built with each moment she didn't get a response. After about sixty, uninterrupted, seconds of silence, Luisa opened the windows.
"Do you want to keep the child?" she murmured softly, her low accent soothing Beca's nerves. From the way her voice sounded, Beca decided that things might actually be okay.
"I don't know."
"This is my fault. I'm so sorry for causing you this distress, Beca."
"What are you talking about?" Beca looked up at Luisa momentarily, incredulously.
"It's my responsibility to… use protection."
"Same here! I should be on birth control." Beca tried to defend Luisa.
"But you've never… been with anyone like-"
Beca didn't let her finish. "True. But I'm still just as responsible."
"There is no point in this arguing." Luisa sighed.
The girls sat in silence, letting the swampy sounds surround them and calm their busy minds for a moment. Luisa drew her knees to her chest before she spoke, breaking the silence.
"You're two months pregnant."
Beca nodded, not that Luisa could really see her in the dark. "You remembered when we…"
"How could I not remember the best night of my life?"
"You're awfully hokey for somebody who's so serious." Beca quipped, trying to dismiss how sincere Luisa was being. She almost couldn't believe it.
"I'm serious about acapella." Luisa grinned, facing Beca. "But this…" the corners of her lips fell ever so slightly.
"This is a serious matter, Beca." Luisa straightened her legs out. "There's another life- one other than ours, involved in this now."
Beca's hand fell to her just barely distended stomach. She shuddered a little, just trying to wrap her head around the concept. The past two months flashed through her mind like a movie- that night, a few days later when she got sick, missing her period, taking a test, (all of this on her own, Chloe had just barely entered the picture). She'd been taking on this whole ordeal all alone, and now that Luisa knew, she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders.
Luisa glanced over at Beca. A smirk grew from cheek to rosy cheek on her beautiful face.
"You ordered tea."
"What?"
"When we went to the café, you ordered-"
"Yeah, I know. Why is this-"
"When you become pregnant, you're not supposed to drink coffee. It's not good for the baby. You ordered tea."
Beca mumbled unintelligibly a bit, glaring down at a beetle in the dirt. She felt caught.
"It just makes me think… If you didn't want to keep the child, you wouldn't be so careful."
"I'm not sure yet. I just… don't want to do something wrong, in case I do… want to… oh, Jesus-" Beca brought the hand that'd been resting on her belly up to her mouth. She stood, clumsily racing a few feet away from where she'd sat before falling to her knees and throwing up.
Luisa stood, following behind Beca. She kneeled beside her, gently brushing her hair into a ponytail behind her head, and rubbing her back with her free hand. It was romantic in a weird, gross, kind of way.
Beca wiped her mouth and eyes, sniffling. "I'm so sorry. I should go."
"Will you be okay? We did walk, after all-"
"I'm fine. A lot happened tonight. We should call it a night, and regroup later."
Luisa put her hands on her hips. The crop top she wore showed off her toned stomach, and was driving the already hormonal Beca just a little bit crazier. They were silent while Beca tied her hair back and rubbed her eyes.
"Get on my back."
"What?"
"How do you say it… Piggyback?"
"You're ridiculous."
Luisa giggled, warming Beca's heart.
"Yes. But you are tiny, and I want you to go easy on yourself. Get on my back."
Beca sighed, shaking her head and smiling as she motioned for Luisa to turn around. She fumbled a bit in the dark, clumsily trying to figure out how to get into the tall blonde's arms. But Luisa was strong, and held the smaller woman tightly and effortlessly as they headed back down the trail. Beca sighed, closing her eyes, and resting on Luisa's back.
I'm the luckiest girl alive.