A/N: Short, fluffy, a relatively early Thursday post because time zones!
Bechloe Week 2017 Thursday 27th July Prompt: Flowers
Beca & Chloe are in their late 20s.
"What are your favourite flowers?" Beca asks, quickly glancing away from her girlfriend sitting across the table to poke her straw around in her drink to try and get it to melt a little more. She's not sure why the question has never come up before.
"I don't really have any. I don't like flowers much," Chloe answers with a shrug, taking a sip from her own drink.
"Wait, Chloe Beale, princess of eternal sunshine and happiness, doesn't like flowers?" Beca asks, incredulous, and Chloe laughs.
"I'm a princess now?"
"Of course. You're my princess. Now, no flowers? Really? How am I supposed to be cheesy and romantic now?" Beca pushes, although Chloe can tell by the smirk on her face that she doesn't really mind.
"I'm pretty sure you've proven a long time ago that you know how to be romantic without giving me flowers. I'm just usually allergic to them," Chloe shrugs, and Beca nods in understanding.
"My Mum was always allergic to flowers, which made it super weird when people gave them to us after she died. It was just another reminder she wasn't there anymore…" Beca trailed off, before shaking her head. "Congrats, you managed to accidentally unlock a weird Beca backstory moment."
"I love when you let me unlock those. Now, are you finished poking at that ice pretending there's still any flavour left in there? We need to get to the jewellers by 4," Chloe reminds her, and Beca nods, quickly standing up and grabbing her and Chloe's now-empty cups, taking them to the recycling bin across the café.
"If we're picking up engagement rings together, does that mean we're engaged? Or does one of us still have to ask?" Beca muses as they walk along the street, hand in hand as always.
"I don't know. I'm glad we did it this way, though," Chloe answers, and Beca nods. Sure, neither of them were going to get a surprise, sappy, romantic proposal – but there's no way it would have really been a surprise, anyway. They both knew it was the right time for them, and when Chloe raised the question of designing custom engagement rings together so they could get a professional to make everything complementary, Beca had been thinking of asking the exact same question.
"Hey, Beca?" Chloe asks, later that evening, gently moving the bowl of popcorn out of Beca's hands and sitting it on the coffee table as she settled beside Beca, tucking one leg under herself and facing Beca, sideways on the sofa.
"Yeah, Chlo?" Beca shifts to face her, the small smile playing at the corners of her mouth showing she knew exactly what was about to happen.
"I love you to bits and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" Chloe moves her hands out between them, opening the ring box she had been trying to subtly hold behind her back.
"Of course, I love you so much," Beca answers, watching as Chloe carefully takes the ring from the box and places it on Beca's left hand. "I guess it's a bit pointless, me asking you the same question, isn't it?"
Chloe grins as Beca quickly leans over to the coffee table, pulling one of the drawers – that Chloe wasn't even totally sure were real, considering they don't use them – under the table out and retrieving a ring box. Chloe laughs when Beca opens the box, a tiny paper flower falling out an onto Chloe's lap.
"I made sure you couldn't be allergic to that one," Beca jokes, and Chloe just smiles and shakes her head at her girlfriend – fiancé – 's antics, before feeling her heart fill with happiness and warmth as Beca carefully places the ring on Chloe's finger, before moving both of the boxes out of the way and pulling Chloe tightly into her arms.
"I can't wait to marry you."