Chapter 7

When Beca and Chloe finally get to bed that night, Chloe falls asleep straight away, leaving Beca alone to her thoughts. She needed to tell Chloe about the nightmares, but now they had Camila to worry about. She had managed to not wake Chloe up with any of her nightmares over the last couple of weeks. The brunette had only had one where she woke up screaming, which luckily was when Chloe was still up in the lounge room.

Beca was somewhat glad that her wife hadn't noticed her odd behaviour with sleeping. She had enough to worry about with Rory and work, and now Camila.

Beca finally fell asleep at nearly 1 am, only to be woken up at 6 am with another nightmare. She sighed, and decided she may as well get up now, even though it was a Saturday. The brunette climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping redhead beside her.

Beca poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the bench, resting her head in her hand; while the other grasped the warm mug. She sighed deeply and took a sip, letting it run through her veins and wake her up. It could only do so much though, and she knew she'd be sluggish later on.

Eventually Chloe came downstairs, with Camila holding her hand. Beca was drifting off to sleep in her chair when the footsteps jerked her awake. The little girl looked exhausted still from her long emotional day, but had a bit more spunk in her step that morning.

"Morning love, you been up long? It's only 8:30" Chloe stated as she brought Camila in the kitchen and placed her on the counter.

Beca stretched as she turned to face her wife, "No not long." She says, lying. Chloe nods and turns back to the child,

"So Cami what will it be, toast or cereal?" Camila smiles a little and points to the box of fruit loops that Beca had bought and hidden from Chloe. Beca notices and Chloe winks at her, letting her know she knew about her little secret stash. Beca rolls her eyes at her wife and gets up to put her mug in the sink.

She turns to the little girl swinging her legs back and forth while looking down her her lap. Beca tickles her tummy, eliciting giggles from the five-year-old. Those giggles were soon replaced with an inquisitive stare,

"Am I going home to my mommies today?" Camila asked, clearly not remembering the events of the night before. Beca hated this, how was she supposed to tell this sweet little girl that her parents were never coming back?

"Sweetie, we've talked about this. You're mommies got hurt real bad yesterday morning, so they had to go live with the Angels." Beca brushed back the girls disheveled dark hair.

"Why?" Beca sighed softly and placed a hand on her cheek.

"Because they were in a lot of pain, so the angels took them to heaven." Camila nodded,

"Can I go visit them?"

"Oh Honey I'm sorry you can't, they're all the way up there." Beca pointed towards the sky. "But remember they'll always be in here, keeping you safe." Beca moves to point to the little girls chest.

"But I miss them!" Camila says, her eyes welling with tears again. Chloe turns around from where she was making tea, and pouring cereal for Camila, to help Beca with the child.

"Come here, love" The red head speaks softly and pulls the girl into her arms, holding her on her hip as she snuggled her head into Chloe's neck. Beca smiles sadly, she wanted to provide Camila with the comfort she needed, but she somehow just made it worse.

Rory slowly entered the kitchen, rubbing her eyes to rid her of sleep.

"Mama? Is she alright?" The teenager whispered to the brunette who nodded sadly,

"She will be baby." Beca gives her daughter a kiss on the forehead. "How are you doing?"

Rory shrugs, "I'm fine, just worried about her." Beca rubs her back,

"You'll tell us if you're anything but fine, right?"

"Yeah Mama. I will." Rory smiles.

Camila calmed down quite quickly, and bounced back into a normal 5-year-old persona. The family ate breakfast and got dressed; by 10am they were all gathered in the lounge room with Carrie and another representative from child protective services.

They had talked about all the details of what had led Camila to the position she was in. Her mothers, Kendra, and Laura Marshall had used a donor and Kendra had carried Camila. Therefore, it was not possible to know the biological father as they had signed a non-disclosure agreement. After dropping Camila off at pre-school, Kendra and Laura had carpooled to work, before reaching Kendra's Salon, they had been totaled by a semi-trailer.

"There is an opening in another family's licence and they are happy to take Camila today." Carrie says. Chloe and Beca looked at each other, they knew they also kept their license open in case of a situation like this.

"Carrie, Lydia, we would be happy to foster Camila." Carrie smiled, knowing the kind hearted people the Beale-Mitchells were.

Rory squeezed the five-year-olds hand, and had tears in her eyes. She knew how much love her mothers had to give, and she didn't mind sharing it.

"What does foster mean?" the tiny girl spoke up and tilted her head in curiosity.

"It means that Chloe and Beca are going to look after you for a while, is that okay?" Carrie asked Camila.

"Yeah! They have good cereal." Beca chuckled, as did the rest of the women.

"See Chlo, she thinks its good." Chloe rolls her eyes.

"Well, I'll go get you the papers. Lydia will discuss the legality of Kendra and Laura Marshall's possessions."

After a couple of hours of legal documents and terminology, Chloe and Beca were the legal guardians of a new little girl. A little girl they both knew they were falling for.

Thanks for your patience with my upload schedule. Having some pretty bad writers block, hoping that getting back into some drama/angst soon will kick that.

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