A/N: Here is the latest chapter, sorry it wasn't up yesterday! I have decided to continue it so after this there will be at least another two, maybe more :) Also I am going on holiday tomorrow and will be without internet until Sunday evening. Then on Monday I will be away for a whole week. I will do my best to update, though I can't promise anything :P
Anyway, enjoy!
A few days later and Beca was woken up by the buzzing of her phone on the night-stand. It was a Saturday and Chloe had let Beca sleep in because she was up working late the night before. She picked up her phone and saw Aubrey's name flashing on the screen.
"Morning Aubrey." Beca said, sleepily rubbing her eyes.
"Beca Mitchell please tell me you didn't punch a woman in the face." Came Aubrey's voice from the other end. Beca groaned.
"How did you hear about that?" She said, sitting up and pulling the bed sheets around her.
"My friend Andy called me this morning saying it's been leaked to the press. The story is getting released on Monday." Aubrey said, her voice softer.
"Shit." Beca breathed out. "What do I do?"
"I don't think there's a way we can stop them printing the story," Aubrey said, sighing, "but there might be a way to limit the damage." Beca listened to Aubrey's plan, nodding along. Once they had agreed on the plan, she hung up and showered and dressed. She walked downstairs and poured herself a coffee.
"I said you could lie in." Chloe said, walking into the kitchen and wrapping her arms around her wife's tiny frame. Beca explained the situation to Chloe.
"So what is it 'Bree wants you to do?" The redhead asked, unhappy that the story had already been leaked.
"Make a video explaining what I did and put it on my website. That way I'm beating the press to it." She said, ruffling her hair unhappily.
"When are you going to do it?" Chloe asked, turning her wife around so they were facing each other.
"Soon." Beca mumbled, resting her head on Chloe's chest.
"Can you wait, like, twenty minutes? Just so the kids and I can get dressed." She said, kissing Beca's head.
"Why?" Beca asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"I have an idea." She said, smiling.
Twenty minutes later and Beca was sitting behind her desk, her laptop's webcam pointed at her. Chloe was sitting to her right, Ben was sitting to her left and Emily was sitting on her knee. Beca pressed record.
"Hi, my name is Beca Mitchell and this is my family. You might know me better as DJ Beca. I used to DJ, now I write and produce music for others to DJ. This is my family. Tell the people your name, baby." Beca said, brushing the hair out of Emily's face.
"Emily Mitchell!" She said, proudly.
"And how old are you Emily?" Beca said, grinning at her daughter.
"Five!" She said, holding up 5 fingers.
"And who am I?" Beca asked, laughing.
"You're my mommy." Emily replied.
"And who is she?" Beca asked, pointing at Chloe.
"She's my mommy too." Emily said, turning to grin at Chloe. The redhead returned her smile.
"Do you think it's strange that you have two mommies?" Beca asked. Emily shook her head.
"Do your friends think it's weird that you have two mommies?" She asked. Emily shook her head again.
"Do you wanna go play now?" Beca asked and Emily giggled and nodded. Beca laughed and lifted Emily from her lap before setting her on her feet. The tiny redhead ran off so she was behind the laptop and sat on the floor, playing quietly. Beca turned to Ben now. "Hey buddy." She smirked.
"Hi." He said, waving a hand at the camera.
"Would you like to introduce yourself?" She said, laughing as Ben rolled his eyes. He smirked slightly.
"I'm Ben and I'm 14." He said to the camera, running his hand through his hair.
"And who am I, Ben?" Beca asked, repeating the question she had asked Emily.
"You're my mom." He said, smiling.
"And who is she?" Beca pointed at Chloe.
"She's my mom too." He grinned at Chloe who smiled back.
"Do you think it's strange that you have two moms?" Beca asked.
"Not in the slightest." He replied with a nonchalant shrug.
"Do your friends?" Beca asked.
"Not really. There are people my age at my school who seem to think it's worthy of comment but none of my real friends care." He said, ruffling his hair again.
"Do you want to go and spend seven hours on the internet now?" Beca asked. He laughed and nodded. He waved to the camera before he moved to the sofa on the opposite wall.
"Now," Beca turned to Chloe, "you've been awfully quiet. Who are you?" Chloe nudged Beca playfully.
"I'm Chloe. I'm your wife of," she mentally counted off the years on her fingers, "five years is it?"
"I think so." Beca said, laughing at Chloe's concentration face.
"I work at Barden University, where we met, and I am a student counsellor." She said, smiling.
"Can you tell me how many times a child has said something hurtful or negative about the fact that you are gay and raising two children?"
"I can. The answer is zero. Children have asked me questions before but it was never anything more than curiosity." Chloe said, placing a hand on Beca's knee and giving her a reassuring squeeze.
"And can you tell me how many times an adult has said something hurtful or negative?" Beca asked, placing her hands on top of Chloe's.
"I cannot. I lost count." Chloe said, sadly.
"Can you tell me about the most recent?" Beca said, her heart thumping slightly as she knew what was coming next. Chloe nodded and she told the story of what had happened at the school on Wednesday. Her voice catching in her throat as tears started rolling down her cheeks. Beca took over.
"On Wednesday I went to pick up my daughter from school and my wife and I were verbally attacked by another mother. I won't tell you her name but if she wishes too, she is free to name herself. She had previously hit my wife after an altercation with our sons. In fact, ever since my son was six years old she has been consistantly rude and offensive to my family. On this occasion she said disgusting things to us, in front of parents and other children, including our daughter. I retaliated and attempted to walk away. This woman then used a particularly offensive word for lesbian. I snapped and I hit her. I'm not proud of it and I am not justifying what I have done. I just wanted to give you context before this story is leaked to the press. I have introduced you to my family. I have shown you that it is adults and not children that seem to have some sort of confusion and dislike towards same-sex couples. I have also explained to you that my family was attacked and when my family is attacked my impulse is to defend it. And that's what I did. I shouldn't have raised my hands to that woman, I know that. And for that I apologise." She cleared her throat slightly. "I would like to ask the press to please respect my family's privacy. If you want a statement from me then contact my agent or my lawyer. Do not follow around my wife and kids." She ruffled a hand through her hair. "To my fans, if you chose not listen to my music anymore then that is okay, I just wanted you to understand." Beca had tears in her eyes now and Chloe was full on crying, but still trying to maintain some kind of composure. Beca could see Ben nodding his encouragement. Emily made her way over to Chloe and climbed up onto her lap, kissing her tears. Beca cleared her throat slightly. Ben came to stand beside her, his hand resting on her shoulders. "I love my wife and my kids more than anything in the world. I like sleeping in on Sundays. I like eating pizza and watching TV. I like holding my daughter's hand as we walk to school. I like cooking dinner, ready for my wife to come home. I like waking up to the smell of bacon. I don't like movies very much. I don't like cold showers but I love cold mornings. I don't like white wine. I do like red wine. I don't like salad. I don't like discrimination. I don't like homophobia. I don't like people saying their kids can't play with my kids just because my wife and I are gay. I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. I'm a human. Just like you." Beca gave a watery smile to the camera before she switched the webcam off.
Beca sent the video to Aubrey for her approval before she posted it on her website and YouTube. A few minutes after she got a phone call.
"God dammit Mitchell, I wasn't wearing waterproof mascara and now I look like a fucking panda." Aubrey said, furious.
"It's okay then?" Beca laughed.
"Okay? Jesus Becs. I just asked you to post a quick video explaining what happened. This is more than okay." Aubrey said, laughing slightly. "This should get the people on your side."
"I just don't want the press bothering us 'Bree. I don't care if I lose fans, I just want to have a nice life with my family." Beca said.
"I know, Beca. This should keep them at bay. Right, I have to go. Good job Mitchell." She said hanging up with a click. Beca clicked upload on the video.
A few hours later and she was sitting in her living room watching Ben and Emily play on a computer game. Chloe was sitting beside her, Beca's legs draped across her lap. Beca's phone was still blowing up with messages, tweets and emails from people congratulating her on her video. Aubrey had called half an hour ago to say that the press were changing their angle on the story and were supporting Beca. Of course she had the odd tweet or comment that condemned her for her "lifestyle choice" or for the fact that she reacted with violence, but 90% of the responses were positive. Chloe was gently rubbing her legs, smiling contentedly at her family.
"I'm so proud of you." She said softly.
"It's all you, Chlo'." Beca said, taking Chloe's hand in hers.
"Call me your Kahleesi again." Chloe said, grinning at her. Beca bit her lip, smiling back. She glanced to check the kids were still engrossed in their game. She sat up so she was practically whispering in Chloe's ear.
"Moon of my life, you're my Kahleesi forever and ever." Beca said, provoking giggles from Chloe.
"My sun and stars." Chloe replied, giving Beca a chaste kiss.
"Get a room." Ben said, not looking up from his game. Chloe laughed and pulled away from Beca.
"I'm going to make dinner." Chloe said, standing up.
"I'm coming to help you." Beca said, immediately following Chloe out of the room. "You kids be good." She said, sticking her head back through the door.