A/N: Sorry for the delay guys, been sick and working/sleeping loads. This Chapter we're getting into the darker stuff, so brace yourselves. I hope you enjoy it.

The drive to Beca's Father's house was a lot shorter and less awkward than the dive to her mother's Chloe had felt more at ease to make small talk with her, and they got along quite well. Beca knew that wouldn't last long as she stared at the front of her Father's door, waiting for him to answer. It wasn't that he was going to ruin it for them; it was more likely she would be the one to ruin it. Beca and her Father hadn't had a good father daughter relationship since he divorced her mother (or walked out on her for the step-monster as Beca would put it). So to say Beca was tense around him would be putting it lightly. It didn't take much for her to go from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. Though on the drive over Beca had made herself a silent promise. She promised herself that no matter what happened in the four days, she would not freak out on her father and most of all, she would not ruin this good streak she had going on with Chloe.

Beca bit her tongue as she heard footsteps approach the front door. Chloe frowned as she looked over at Beca. She discretely reached her hand over to Beca's and grasped it, giving it a light reassuring squeeze. "It'll be alright," she muttered.

Beca looked over at her and nodded, smiling. She loved how even when she and Chloe were at the worst point of their relationships, Chloe could still read Beca like a book. "Thanks," she whispered.

The front door opened and a tall scruffy man, with a brownish grey beard to suit his brownish grey hair stood at the front door, arms widen open. "Girl's," a soft and welcoming grin took over his face.

"Hi dad," Beca forced a smile.

"Hi John," Chloe pushed Beca forward so that she was forced to hug him.

John gave his daughter a tight hug, taking in every moment. It wasn't often he got to see Beca so when he did, he secretly cherished it. "How are you?" He rested his cheek on the top of Beca's head.

"Good, how are you?" Beca mumbled into his shoulder.

"I'm a lot better now that you two are here." John pulled back and approached Chloe, giving her a big hug as well. "How are you Chloe?"

"I'm fine, how are you and Sheila doing?" Chloe asked.

"We're both doing well. Just working a lot, you know the usual." He pulled back and shrugged. "Come inside, it's freezing out!" He ushered both women inside.

Beca rolled her eyes when she walked in and heard Christmas music blasting from the living room. "Getting into the Christmas spirit are we?" She raised an eyebrow at her father.

"Yeah, you're just in time to help put the decorations up!" He replied excitedly. "Oh by the way Beca, your wife is standing under the mistletoe," John winked.

"Really, you too?" Beca scoffed.

"What?" He replied innocently.

"I never knew you and mom to be big on mistletoe until this Christmas it seems," Beca crossed her arms.

"Why is there a problem with mistletoe?" John asked confused. "You should be excited to kiss your wife," he finished.

"Yeah babe, why are you making such a big fuss?" Chloe chimed in making Beca spin around to face her. Beca sighed in defeat as she approached the other woman.

"I'm not," she muttered. She then grabbed Chloe's hands without saying anything more and slowly leaned in, stopping right before their lips connected. Chloe's eyes fluttered as she searched Beca's.

Beca couldn't hide the smirk forming on her face as she remained still. Chloe rolled her eyes, getting tired of the wait she finished off the distance between them and kissed her. Beca felt her heart skip a beat as she kissed Chloe. God, how much she missed kissing her. As awkward and forced as it was, it didn't feel that way when they were in the midst of it all.

Chloe bit her lip as she pulled back. She brought her thumb to the corner of Beca's mouth and wiped away some of the saliva that had escaped her lips. Beca smiled before turning back around to face her dad, who was grinning like an idiot. "Happy?" She inquired.

He nodded. "I am indeed." Before anything else could be said a tall blonde woman appeared from the corner of the living room, holding a Christmas reef in her hands.

"Hello girls," she smiled as she quickly walked into the hallway.

"Hi Sheila," Chloe smiled, she accepted the woman's hug without hesitation.

Beca on the other hand tensed when she felt the blonde's arms grab a hold of her. "Hey Sheila," she muttered.

"I hope you both brought some warm clothes," she pulled back and looked back and forth between both women.

"Why?" Beca almost regretted asking the second the words left her lips.

"We're going ice skating after dinner," she smiled.

"Your sister called and said she would be here in about an hour, so why don't you go bring your stuff upstairs and come and help us?" John suggested.

"Sounds riveting," Beca replied sarcastically.

"Oh stop," Chloe playfully slapped the other woman. Beca mentally kicked herself for already forgetting the promise she made with herself. She definitely had to try harder at remembering to be nice to her father; there was no way in hell she wanted to ruin what she had going on with Chloe.

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Beca, Chloe, Emily, Garry and Sheila all waited at the table for John to join them. The older man walked out from the kitchen, smiling as he carried a bottle of wine.

"Wine anybody?" He looked around at everyone nodding their heads in approval.

"So I was thinking after dinner maybe we could take a little walk?" Chloe leaned into Beca's ear, catching the woman by surprise.

"Oh? Why, what's up?" Beca quickly replied, immediately assuming she had done something wrong.

"I just want to go look at all the Christmas lights…and maybe talk a little?" Chloe asked hopeful. She had wanted to address what was going on between them for a while, hoping Beca was feeling whatever she was as well.

"Uh yeah sure, sounds good." Beca replied nervously.

This didn't go unnoticed by Chloe. She reached a hand under the table and rested it on Beca's upper thigh. "Relax, it's nothing bad." Chloe smiled.

Beca let out a sigh of relief as she watched her dad pour her glass of wine for her. "There you go," he smiled. He then approached Emily and stopped, resting a hand on her shoulder. "And no alcohol for you obviously," He smiled. Emily immediately shot him a death glare, making him take a step back at his realization.

"Wait what?" Beca asked.

"Nothing," Emily quickly replied.

"I don't know why I said that," John shook his head in denial.

"Why can't you have wine?" Beca raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I uh…" Emily froze as she looked around the table for help. She then looked over at Chloe, who looked to be lost somewhere far away.

"Oh…" The realization had hit Beca more quickly than she would have liked it too.

"Beca, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to say anything…not right now. Not at this time of the year," Emily frowned at both her sister and sister-in-law.

"How long?" Beca could feel a dry lump forming in the back of her throat.

"Five weeks…" Emily replied cautiously.

"I see," Beca grabbed her glass of water and took a long drink from it. She put it back down and cleared her throat. "Well congratulations to you both," she could feel her heartbeat speed up. She then remembered Chloe who was sitting beside her, and felt incredibly stupid. She looked beside her to see the redhead holding back tears.

"If you'll excuse me, I think I need to go for a walk." Chloe whispered as she quickly got up. "Congratulations Emily, I'm sorry I'll be back soon." She then quickly ran towards the front door. She threw her jacket and shoes on and ran outside.

Emily got up, ready to chase after her. "Don't, I've got it." Beca replied before running after her wife.

-Christmas 2018-

Beca entered hers and Chloe's house out of breath. She removed her shoes and quickly ran up the stairs. "That was the last of the bags, you ready to go?" Beca looked into hers and Chloe's room. Chloe looked over at the other woman, smiling.

"Not quite yet," she replied.

"Did I forget something?" Beca furrowed her eyebrows.

"No, I just want to give you your Christmas gift before we leave." Chloe got up from the bed. She walked over to her wife, carrying a small long box in her hands.

"Chlo, not yet, let's wait until Christmas day." Beca whined.

"No, I want you to open this now, while it's just us two." Chloe smiled, reaching her hands out and handing the box over to Beca.

"But Christmas is in five days, why can't you wait?" Beca raised a questioning eyebrow as she inspected the tiny box.

"Just open it," Chloe sighed.

Beca rolled her eyes as she slowly ripped the Christmas paper off the present. She looked back at her wife as though she needed approval to take the lid off the box. Chloe nodded her head, smiling.

Beca took the lid off and remained silent as she stared inside of the tiny box. "Is this…?" She cut herself off, looking back at Chloe.

Chloe nodded, "It is." She replied.

"This is positive…" Beca slowly said aloud, as she held the tiny stick in her hands.

"It is…" Chloe's smile grew a tad bigger.

"You're…?"

"I am," Chloe replied.

"I'm going to be a mom?" Beca choked out, tears slowly forming in her eyes.

"You are," Chloe nodded once again.

"You're pregnant?" Beca asked as though it still wasn't quite hitting her.

Chloe playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed both of Beca's arms. "I am pregnant; you and I are going to parents. You are going to be a mother and we are going to have a son or daughter," she smiled.

Beca dropped the pregnancy test on the ground, along with the box and grabbed Chloe into her arms. "I can't believe this," Beca cried.

"I know babe, after a year of trying, we finally did it!" Chloe squealed.

"I don't even know what to say Chlo," Beca sniffled. She pulled back and stared into her wife's big blue eyes.

"You don't have to say anything, you reaction is more than enough for me." Chloe smiled. She reached down and grabbed both of Beca's hands.

Beca shook her head. She then walked over to the bed, dragging Chloe behind her. They both sat down and Beca turned so that she was fully facing her wife. "No, that's not enough. I feel like you need to know exactly what is going through my mind right now." Beca took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She smiled at Chloe and gave both her hands a gentle reassuring squeeze.

"Five years ago the only thing I needed in life was for you to be my wife. A year ago the only thing I wanted was for you to have a baby, to be parents together. Now, right now all I want is for this baby to be born so we can both spend the rest of our lives together loving him or her and loving each other. I love you so much Chloe Patricia Mitchell. I don't think you realize what you do to me. Every time you touch me, my heart skips a beat. Every time I get to hold you in my arms, I swear to god it takes everything inside of me to let you go. You make me so happy, and the fact that I get to be a mom with you is just the cherry on top of an already beautifully blossomed tree." Beca smiled.

"I love you so much Beca," Chloe grabbed the other woman and pulled her back onto the bed. They both laid on their side's kissing each other. Beca pulled back and stroked the top of Chloe's head.

"My parents are going to flip out," Beca smirked.

"Well this is their first grandchild; it's a pretty big deal." Chloe laughed.

"That is true," Beca sighed.

"I can't wait to tell our families." Chloe grabbed Beca's hand and gently pressed her lips to it. "We should get on the road now; I don't know how much longer I can hold the news in." Chloe went to get up from the bed but was pulled back down by Beca.

"Not just yet. I may not be the one who put that baby inside of you, but I still want to celebrate." Beca smiled perversely as she pulled the other woman on top of her.

"Oh my," was all Chloe could say before her lips were captured by Beca's.

-Present 2019-

Beca ran down the street after her wife. She turned her head down a side street and saw familiar red hair quickly making its way down the road. Beca jogged her way up to her and grabbed a hold of her arm.

"Chloe stop," Beca choked out being out of breath.

"Beca leave me alone, I just want to be alone." Chloe pulled her arm away from the other woman and continued to walk.

Beca could tell she was crying. She knew she had to do something about it, but she wasn't sure what. Not really giving her anytime to think, Beca ran after her once again.

"Chloe please talk to me." Beca once again grabbed her, pulling her back and turning her around so that they were face to face.

Chloe's eyes were red and filled with tears that were streaking down her cheeks. "Beca, just leave me the hell alone." Chloe replied angrily. She went to pull away, but Beca tightened her grip.

"No, not until you talk to me. I'm done with this Chloe, you're going to tell me what's going through your head whether you like it or not. I care about you and…" Chloe cut her off.

"Oh, so now you care?" She spat out.

Beca froze and stared at the other woman, shocked. "Excuse me?" Beca's jaw dropped. "Now I care? When have I ever not cared Chloe? How can you even say something like that?" Beca felt the anger rise up inside of her.

"All those nights you came home late wreaking of alcohol and cigarettes, all those nights you left me waiting up for you, alone. You knew I needed you and yet you always stayed away!" Chloe cried as the tears rushed through her.

"You pushed me away, Chloe. I tried so hard to get you to open up, to talk to me. One day you just stopped and instead of talking to me, you yelled at me. You yelled about everything I did. What did you expect me to do?" Beca's heart raced as she felt the familiar feeling rise up inside of her. She was going to cry and she was going to cry hard.

"I expected you to be there! You told me you'd never leave me. You promised me that we'd get through it together and as usual when things got too much for you what did you do? You fucking ran away, just like you always do Beca. You're exactly like your father." Chloe yelled.

"I'm not, how dare you say that. My father never fought for my mother. I fought for you Chloe, I fought fucking hard. But for some reason you wouldn't let me, you would just keep distancing yourself from me. For some reason you just kept pushing me further and further away." Beca cried. She couldn't believe what Chloe was saying. She hadn't felt this hurt by the other woman, ever. What came out of Chloe's mouth next though, had truly destroyed her.

"What did you expect me to do Beca? What did you expect me to do when I knew deep down inside you blamed me for the death of our unborn child!" Chloe screamed. She could barely see through her eyes as she faced her wife.

Beca froze as she silently stared at the other woman. Chloe's words had echoed inside of her head. She was speechless; she had no idea what to say. She had never blamed Chloe for what happened, why would Chloe even say something like that to her?

"Every time I looked into your eyes I could see the blame. I could see the tiny amount of hatred you had towards me for what happened. I'm not blind Beca, I could see it…I can still see it. You blame me for the miscarriage and that's why I pushed you away. I mean how could you not? I blame myself for it. It was my fucking fault, Beca. Our baby was never born because of me and now….now I have to live with this feeling inside of me. I carry it around everywhere. Whether I'm out with my friends, or watching a movie with you, the feeling sits in the pit of my fucking stomach and it just won't leave. I can't stop thinking how if I would have just done things differently, how if I would have eaten healthier or watched my diet maybe our baby would be here with us today." Chloe collapsed onto her knees as she cried.

Saying what she had been thinking for the last nine months hadn't helped how she hoped it would. She felt worse, she felt like she wanted to die right then and there.

Beca had finally fully comprehended everything Chloe had just said and slowly approached her. "Chloe," she rested a hand on the other woman's shoulder. She quickly jolted back when Chloe jumped up.

"Don't," Chloe shot out. "I need to be alone Beca. Just go home and leave me alone. Do what you're best at and leave," Chloe replied in a spiteful tone that sent chills down Beca's back. Before Beca could reply, Chloe quickly ran off once again, only this time Beca hadn't chased her. She watched her run down the street, knowing she should be going after her. But something inside of her was keeping her from doing so, something inside of her was telling her not to. Maybe Chloe was right, maybe she is just like her father.

A/N: So yeah, everyone's suspicions have been proven correct. Of course you'll find out more through the flashbacks, but that's basically what happened that made them fall apart. Before anyone even thinks to say that miscarriages can't break couples apart, research it. Not saying any of you are thinking that, but I figure I'd better say something just in case. Anyways as usual, feedback is much appreciated and thanks for reading!