A/N: Rating turns to M near the end of this chapter. You've been warned.


Both Beca and Chloe made their way down the third isle of the small store that was just a 10 minute drive from the beach house. They had woke up this morning and agreed to go out for breakfast and then do their grocery shopping - seen as they got preoccupied last night. Before they went out though, Beca made a phone call to Jesse asking him if their dog, Jake, was okay, seen as she left him with Jesse and Aubrey (who were now happily married.) The phone call was quick, Beca promising to speak to him in a few days. After the couple got ready, they went to a little diner just a few minutes away, one which Beca had shown Chloe last time they came, and both of them had waffles; Beca had obviously ordered a second plate which baffled Chloe with how much she could eat. Now, as Beca held lovingly onto Chloe's hand while they both pushed the trolley down the isle, she couldn't help but smile in content at the situation they were in. She turned to her wife and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, taking Chloe by surprise. The redhead smiled down at her wife as she carried on moving the trolley forward.

"What flavor pop tarts do you want?" Chloe asked, pointing to the shelf where there were several different flavors of the brunette's favourite breakfast snack. Beca immediately responded with the flavor she wanted - that being chocolate, obviously - so Chloe picked up four boxes of chocolate flavored pop tarts, figuring that Beca would need that many seen as they were staying for a month, and carried on walking down the isle.

"Where to next?"

"Alcohol isle, duh." Beca grinned and pulled Chloe to where they kept all the alcohol. Typical Beca.

A shocked face was what Beca was met with as she picked up the items she wanted from the shelves, and handed them to Chloe to put in the shopping cart. (That consisted of four bottles of wine, two crates of beer - both of them with twelve bottles in, making a total of twenty four beers, just for the brunette - a bottle of vodka , a bottle of tequila, and a bottle of Jack Daniels.)

"Jesus, babe, we having a party?" Chloe smirked, eyeing the, now full to the top, trolley.

"You can never have too much alcohol, Chloe."

"I swear you're gonna turn into an alcoholic one day." Chloe joked.

"Alcoholic? No, I prefer myself as.. a drinking enthusiast."

The redhead burst out laughing, which then made Beca burst into a fit of giggles at the sound of her wife's contagious laugh. People who walked passed them, who didn't recognize them, would have thought they were crazy. Two grown women laughing out loud in the middle of the drinks isle, at something so silly and pointless. They didn't care though, they were just cherishing the time they were spending together, and soon they were on their way out of the store, still giggling like little teenagers.


The two went back to the beach house after that to take their shopping back and put it all away. After everything was put away and unpacked properly, they decided seen as it was only 3pm, to go for a walk along the beach front.

It was a warm day, so Beca dressed herself in a white and blue striped t-shirt, with short denim jeans which just covered half of her thighs. She wore black sandals, put her hair up in a messy ponytail, and finished the look with a pair of sunglasses. Chloe, looking as beautiful as always, wore a white spaghetti strap dress, with blue wedges which complimented her eyes, and her hair also up in a messy bun, with sunglasses perched on her head.

The two had their hands clamped together as they walked down the sunny streets of San Diego, looking in every shop window that they passed, each of them pointing at different things and commenting on them. Suddenly though, Chloe stopped in her tracks, making Beca stop as well.

"Beca look!" Chloe smiled brightly, pointing to one particular item in a shop window which caught her eye. Beca looked at her wife and then into the window display to see that she was pointing to a t-shirt. Not just any t-shirt though, a baby t-shirt, which read "I love my Mommies" on it. Beca smiled, thinking how so Chloe-like the redhead was being, wanting a shirt like that.

"It's cute." she commented, wrapping her arm around the back of Chloe's waist.

"Should we buy it?" Chloe suggested, making Beca's eye brows raise nearly above her hairline in surprise.

"Chloe, are you pregnant? Did it work?!-"

"-No, no, I'm not." she interrupted, tearing her eyes away from the window so she could look at Beca. "Not yet, anyway. I mean, I'm gonna take a test in case we are pregnant, but I just.. It's such a cute t-shirt Beca, look at it!" she now pointed at the window again, and Beca noted the way Chloe's eyes lit up at the thought of getting the shirt.

She had noticed that a lot, these days. The way Chloe's face would brighten, and her smile would widen whenever they talked about kids, or whenever she so much as looked at a baby. Beca started noticing this a few weeks into their engagement as well. The way Chloe would subtly bring up children, asking Beca how she felt about starting a family once they were married. So Beca, wanting to obviously make Chloe happy, approached the redhead one Saturday afternoon, a few days before they were supposed to be getting married.


Beca sneakily tiptoed through the kitchen, where her wife was making a sandwich while singing along to the radio. She came up behind Chloe, placing her hands on the redhead's sides as she pushed her body up against Chloe's back. The actress immediately leaned in to the embrace, humming in appreciation as Beca placed soft kisses on her neck.

"I can't wait to marry you." Beca whispered quietly, smiling when she felt Chloe shiver at her touch. The redhead placed the knife she was using to butter the bread on to the plate, and turned around so she could wrap her arms around her fiancée's neck.

"Me neither." the redhead replied, leaning in to kiss Beca's lips. It was a soft, heartfelt kiss, which Chloe deepened as she pulled Beca closer to her. The brunette gripped Chloe's hips tighter and sighed into Chloe's mouth when she felt the redhead's tongue brush against her own. As soon as Chloe started to unbutton the brunette's shirt though, Beca placed her hands over Chloe's and slowed the kiss down to a stop.

"I actually need to talk to you about something." Beca whispered, resting her forehead against Chloe's, but the redhead seemed to be having none of it.

"We can talk after. Right now, there's other things I want to do to you."

"Babe, it's actually pretty serious." Beca mumbled before Chloe could re-attach their lips. Immediately, Chloe's face turned serious as she pulled away from Beca. The two sat down opposite each other on the kitchen table, Chloe's sandwich completely forgotten about, and Beca reached out to take her fiancée's hand in both of hers.

"What is it?" The redhead smiled as Beca caressed her hand lovingly, running her soft, petite fingers over every inch of skin.

"I-well, I just wanted to tell you that I.. I've been watching your facial expressions, over the past few months. You're happy with me, I know that. But you, you always look happier when you see a baby." Beca smiled a small smile as the realization of what was coming crossed over Chloe's face. "I know how much you want a baby, and yeah, I think it's a bit early to be trying but.. But I think I'd really like one too. With you." she added as an afterthought.

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I mean it," the brunette smirked, subconsciously running her finger over Chloe's titanium engagement ring. "Now's not even a bad time to start, if I'm being one hundred percent honest, you know? We could go to the doctor, and we'd be put on the waiting list for a sperm donor. I really want to have a family with you Chloe, and I don't want to wait much longer."

The redhead seemed to ponder Beca's proposition for a few minutes, which seemed like hours to the small brunette. But eventually, she smiled, that big, bright Chloe Beale smile. "We should do it after we get married."

"Really?!"

"Yes!"

"Oh my God!" Beca instantly shot up, pulling Chloe off of her chair and crashed their bodies together. She breathed out a sigh of relief, muttering a "I love you so much, Chloe" into her fiancée's hair. The redhead whispered "I love you too" back, both of them happy to be able to start their life together.

Not only two months after they tied the knot, Beca and Chloe both found themselves in the clinic signing the consent forms, agreeing to insemination with the sperm donor.


"You got me excited then." Beca laughed nervously. "I thought we'd be having a little Chloe sooner than we thought."

"It's only been just less than a month since we did it baby, it takes time."

"I know," Beca smiled. "I just can't wait to see you pregnant. It's gonna be hilar-" she stopped when she noticed Chloe's mock stern look. "I'm gonna make it the best 9 months ever." she opted in saying instead, smirking when Chloe let out a soft laugh.

"All this baby talk is getting me excited!" Chloe grinned, probably a bigger grin than the Cheshire cat, and Beca smiled, then grabbed her wife's hand and pulled her into the store to buy the t-shirt which caught her wife's eye.


After a long day of shopping, walking around the town and getting ice cream at the beach, Beca and Chloe both walked back to the beach house at 8pm.

They found it weird, that nobody was following them around all day. For some reason, nobody seemed to notice them. And if they did, they hadn't bothered them at all. It was liberating, and it made them feel normal for once, and they couldn't have been happier to just spend the day with each other without a paparazzi camera in their faces.

Beca unlocked the door of the house, and let Chloe in first; Chloe absentmindedly smiling at Beca's chivalry. They both took off their shoes, Chloe sighing in relief after having her wedges on all day.

"I'm gonna take a shower babe," Beca said as she ripped her shirt off of her back, which seemed to be damp with sweat from the heat. The brunette turned around to see Chloe gazing at her intently. She smiled and waved a hand in front of the redhead's face. "Earth to Chloe, are you in there?"

"What?" Chloe asked, shaking her head which made Beca let out a soft laugh.

"I'm getting a shower, care to join?" she flirted, moving closer to Chloe and wrapping her arms around the redhead's waist. She smirked into the redhead's mouth as Chloe crashed their lips together and reached down in between their bodies to try and undo Beca's shorts. The brunette stopped her though. She took the redhead's hand and lead her upstairs in silence.

The only sound was the soothing run of the water as Beca turned the shower on, and both their breathing as Beca pulled Chloe in close to her. She didn't kiss her wife yet though, no, she slowly pulled her dress off. Which was then followed by her underwear, and then she removed her own, leaving them both naked.

She wordlessly stepped into the shower, bringing Chloe with her, both of them subject to the warm spray of water from the shower-head. Then the brunette leaned in to connect her lips with Chloe's. She stood on her tiptoes as she cupped the redhead's head in her hands and kissed her with so much love, that Chloe couldn't help but lean in closer to her and wrap her own arms around the DJ's waist, almost able to cry at how intimate Beca was being.

Chloe slowly and gently slid her nails down Beca's back. It was a ghost of a touch which made the brunette shiver, leaning in closer to deepen the kiss. After a few more tender kisses, she removed her hands from Chloe's face to thread them into her damp hair, and Chloe slowly slid her hands to Beca's front, gently stroking her tough, yet soft abs.

"I love you." Beca whispered, breaking the kiss in favor of oxygen; instead placing her head in the dip of Chloe's neck where her collarbone connected with her shoulder. She moved her hands from Chloe's hair to the front of her body, lightly placing both hands over the woman's breasts, and she could feel the redhead's heart thudding in her chest.

"I love you too." Chloe managed to breathe out when she felt Beca's mouth close around her left nipple. Then she gasped slightly at the familiar feeling of Beca's fingers stroking over her abdomen. With one hand kneading Chloe's right breast, albeit being as gentle with her touches as possible, and her mouth sucking on Chloe's left nipple, Beca ran her fingers down until they reached Chloe's soaking wet folds.

"God, Beca." the redhead whimpered as Beca slowly rubbed her, ranging from drawing tight circles, and dipping one teasing finger inside of her. She gently bit the redhead's nipple, which made Chloe gasp, and her grip on Beca's side loosened as she moved one hand to the brunette's head, and the other hand to the shower handle to keep herself standing.

The brunette worked slowly, her gentle and loving touches drove Chloe insane. She drew patterns over each of Chloe's breasts with her soft lips as she plunged two fingers inside of her. The redhead moaned and slammed her head back into the shower wall as Beca hit a particular spot, and the brunette immediately stopped her actions.

"Are you okay?" she asked, nothing but concern lacing her voice, but Chloe just shook her head.

"Why did you stop?"

"You-I thought you hurt your head."

"No, carry on. Baby, I'm so close."

So Beca did as she was told. She dropped down to her knees, propped Chloe's right leg on to her shoulder, and slowly licked the redhead up and down. The redhead arched her back, tightening her grip on Beca's hair and struggling to hold onto the shower handle. But it didn't deter Beca. The brunette carried on, working slowly. No need to rush, no hurry, or stress. She worked as slowly and as teasingly as she could, until she started to feel a pain in the back of her head where Chloe's grip was tighter than ever on her hair. The redhead groaned above her, muttering incoherent obscenities as her hips bucked forward towards Beca's face.

The brunette then brought her fingers in to the equation, softly pushing them inside Chloe while simultaneously sucking at her clit. And the redhead moaned, her voice reverberating off the walls in the bathroom. And with a few more thrusts of her fingers, and sucks and a few more licks, Chloe came with a high guttural scream. Beca carried on licking her gently, helping her ride out her orgasm, until Chloe's breathing was back to normal again. And Beca stood up with shaky legs, crashing her lips against Chloe's instantly. Without a word, Chloe turned the shower off, and grabbed Beca's hand before leading her to the bedroom.

"Your turn." she whispered against Beca's lips before she pushed her down on to the bed, ready to return the favor.


The two eventually became tired a few hours later at around half one in the morning. The two laid close, bodies pressed tight together, facing each other as they looked into each other's eyes with so much affection, that they could both cry at the intimacy of the situation. The only sound in the room was the sound of their soft breathing as their hands roamed each other's bodies respectfully. Beca had both her hands caressing Chloe's face, placing soft kisses on the skin there. A kiss on the nose, then the forehead, then a kiss on each cheek, her chin, her eye lids, her jaw. Then she placed a long, gentle, lingering kiss on the woman's lips. Chloe slowly ran her finger nails up Beca's side, her other hand stroking the brunette's cheek lovingly.

"I love you so much." Beca whispered, planting another kiss on her wife's forehead, keeping there faces close so they could feel each other's warm breaths against their lips.

"I love you more." Chloe smiled warmly.

"Hmm.. not possible."

The two of them let out a soft laugh, both leaning in for another heartfelt kiss.

"Hey, I saw a poster today that said there was a carnival on the beach tomorrow." Beca spoke up - but not too loud as to break their little bubble they were in.

"Can we go?" Chloe grinned at the thought of going to a carnival on the beach, just like they had a few times before. Those were the best of times, when they would go to events together, like carnivals, the cinema, drive in movie theaters, boat rides. Both of them absolutely loved those moments, and although they absolutely loved just spending time with each other at home, they thought it was great fun when they got to do those things together. And now, without the stress of being in L.A and worrying about as many people noticing them, (because it's inevitable that a few people are going to notice them at the carnival) it would be even better.

"We can go wherever you want, baby. You know that."