Chapter 10
A/N: This chapter continues on from Chloe's POV, then switches to Beca's and backtracks just a bit, so keep an eye out for that.
Chloe took a slow sip of her coffee as she followed Sheila out of the coffee shop to a small patio seating area. They'd just dropped Beca and Scotty off to meet with Teddy, and the blonde had suggested they grab a cup of coffee to pass the time. Sheila had been friendly along the drive downtown, but Chloe could still sense that something wasn't quite as okay as it seemed. She settled into a chair across from the woman in a corner of the patio, noticing they had a bit of privacy from the few other guests sitting outside.
"Thanks for the coffee," Chloe began, trying to calm the nervous feeling that appeared in her stomach.
Sheila smiled, replying, "Oh, it's nothing. I'm happy to have some time to get to know you a little better... and talk about a few things."
Chloe nodded, also glad of the opportunity to speak to the woman alone. She'd instantly liked her after that first meeting in her classroom a couple years ago, but the way Sheila's face turned serious had her back on edge.
"Chloe, I'll be honest with you, I'm still coming to terms with you and Beca getting back together," Sheila said bluntly, her gaze unwavering. She paused for a moment and took a deep breath, gently spinning her coffee cup in slow circles on the table.
"I hated you... just flat out despised everything about you. How could you do that to Beca?! I thought you got it, you understood how big a deal it was that she opened up to you, trusted you... and you crushed her anyways. You almost ruined her. And I trusted you! I fought with Ben for weeks about you, and convinced him it was okay, that you were good for her..." Sheila trailed off, looking away around the small courtyard.
Chloe felt each statement like a punch to the stomach. She'd been right. Sheila was not as okay with her and Beca getting back together as she had seemed. Chloe hadn't realized that, not only had she let Beca down but in a way, she'd also let Sheila down. That wound was clearly still wide open. She opened her mouth to respond, but Sheila held a hand up to stop her.
"I'm not finished."
Chloe nodded, deciding to take a sip of coffee instead and hear her out.
"I've never felt anything like that before. The pain, and rage, and anger... God, I was so mad at you. Beca doesn't let people in. She doesn't open up or get close to anyone, but she trusted you and you betrayed that trust," Sheila said, her words biting despite her even tone.
"I may not be her biological mother, but that kid is mine, and you broke her," Sheila continued, pausing to take a sip from her cup. "All those maternal instincts that God knows I've never had, or even wanted to have, suddenly appeared and took over. I wanted to hurt you as badly as you hurt her. I thought daily about turning you in, to make you pay for what you'd done."
Chloe held her breath, praying that a "but" was coming at some point. This was not at all how she pictured their conversation going, and her mind was reeling at the information Sheila was rapidly firing at her. Yet, the woman maintained a sense of calm that contradicted the anger in her words. Chloe felt every bit the chastised child that was paying for her mistakes, thinking idly for a moment that, for not having been a biological mother, Sheila had this whole lecturing thing down.
Sheila's expression turned thoughtful, continuing, "But then I saw you, maybe a couple weeks after Beca left. Purely by chance at the grocery store one day. I was a split second from telling you exactly what I thought of you, but then I actually saw you. You know, not just the initial haze of recognition, but I saw you and I knew that look. Hollow, empty... like Beca. And I couldn't for the life of me figure out why... I mean, you left her..." Sheila trailed off, frowning as she went quiet, thinking.
Chloe felt hot tears well up in her eyes, remembering exactly how painful those first few weeks were. She remembered how lonely it was, and how much she'd missed Beca.
Sheila seemed to snap out of wherever she'd gone to, looking directly at Chloe. "I didn't... Beca never told us what happened. Just that you broke up with her and she was leaving. I think I understand now, though. She was going to stay, wasn't she?"
Chloe nodded, unable to speak as all the emotions of that day hit her.
"And you didn't want to be the reason she stayed," Sheila mused, shaking her head with a defeated sigh.
Chloe found her voice, saying softly, "I did what I thought was best for her. I was so mad at her for not going on her own. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but I panicked in the moment and said some really stupid things. I lied, and I hurt her... but I never stopped loving her."
Sheila met her eyes again. "Beca didn't tell us what she had decided to do. She kept Ben and I in the dark about her decision, and it was her life. She had the right to make that decision, and I firmly believe you were wrong for making it for her. We can argue all day that taking the deal was the best thing for her, but it was Beca's decision to make, not yours, and she would have had to live with the consequences."
Chloe fell silent, knowing the truth behind the blonde's words. It should have been Beca's choice. Who was she to decide what was best for Beca? Guilt flooded her as all the times Beca talked about not wanting to tour or record her own music flashed through her mind. What if this wasn't what Beca really wanted for her life? What if she would have been happier staying anonymous, recording out of Luke's small studio and following her real dream of being a producer?
It must have been showing on her face because Sheila calling her name snapped her back into the moment.
"Chloe... if it helps, I don't... I don't hate you anymore," Sheila said, a small smile appearing on her face. "But, I don't fully trust you with my daughter either. I don't ever want to see Beca go through that again. What's done is done. We are all human, and we all make mistakes, and we hurt the people we love."
Chloe smiled at the way Sheila said "my daughter." She might not be Beca's biological mother, but she knew how much the brunette cared for her stepmother, and truthfully she was thankful that the blonde loved Beca like her own.
Sheila sipped her coffee again before leveling her gaze at Chloe. "I need to know... are you in this with her? I mean, really in... one hundred percent, no matter what happens? Beca isn't some high school kid in your class anymore. She's a world famous artist and DJ. There will be all kinds of people butting into your life, rooting for you to fail, and ready to replace you at a moments notice. Relationships are hard enough without the eyes of the world watching your every move."
Chloe felt the weight of Sheila's words hit her. This was it. Sheila wasn't saying everything was okay between them, but she was offering Chloe an olive branch. It was as close to a do-over as she was going to get, and she wasn't going to hesitate when Beca was concerned.
"She was never just some kid in my class," Chloe answered, sitting up a little straighter in her chair and looking Sheila in the eye. "She's the most original, beautiful, genuine person I've ever met. I was drawn to her the moment I met her, and nothing I did to stay away mattered. Breaking up with her was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I believed it was the best thing for her and that if we were meant to be, we'd find a way back to each other. Totes cliche, I know, but here we are."
Chloe took a breath, her eyes dropping to her hands as she continued in a softer tone, "She's the love of my life, and I knew it a long time ago. Somehow I have a second chance with her, and I would never do anything to make her question how I feel about her. I'm in this with her, and all the fame and money means nothing to me. I loved her before any of it, and if she never wanted to sing or perform again I would still want her. She's the one, and I know she's not ready for that yet, but I'll wait as long as it takes because I need her in my life."
Chloe looked up to see Sheila trying to subtly wipe a tear from her eye, a much happier smile on her face.
"That's good to hear," Sheila said, a little more emotion in her voice. "It's easy to see how happy Beca is when she's with you. I would never try to keep you two apart. Don't hurt her again, Chloe."
Chloe shook her head quickly, recognizing the slight warning in her final words. "I won't."
Sheila gave her another small smile, saying, "I like you, Chloe. I honestly do think you're exactly what she needs. I'm trusting you again, possibly against my better judgment. Don't make me regret it."
"You won't. I won't lose her again."
Sheila nodded, and Chloe breathed a small sigh of relief. She hadn't been prepared for that conversation, but it seemed like she had made some headway at repairing the damaged relationship between herself and Beca's parents, or at least Sheila.
"You know, Chloe. I meant what I said at the concert. I think you're good for her. You challenge her and keep her grounded at the same time. She's all doom and gloom and sarcasm most of the time, and you seem like a very upbeat and positive person. And she loves you, which doesn't hurt."
Chloe nodded, blushing slightly. God, she would never get tired of hearing that Beca loved her. All the pain and heartache was worth it to get to this moment, where they could be together and happy, recalling how they'd talked for hours last night over the timeline for Beca to move back to California in January. Chloe had briefly questioned if it was too fast for them to be moving in together but quickly realized that there had never been a time when Beca was in her life that she felt they'd had enough time together. Beca had also reminded her that she would still be working, not just laying around waiting for Chloe to come home from school every day.
"Sometimes, I'm scared of how much I love her," Chloe admitted, meeting Sheila's eyes. "She has this whole new life that I'm not really a part of... I worry sometimes that I won't fit, or that she'll meet someone else who gets what she's going through all the time."
Sheila chuckled, shaking her head. "I wouldn't worry about that. Beca's a rebel. I don't think that'll ever change. She's not going to bow to the pressures or worry about what people think of her. You heard her in that interview the minute that reporter pressed too far. Like I said, you keep her grounded, so just stick with her and help her through it and you two will be fine."
The blonde checked her watch, leaning back in her chair as she spoke again. "Seems like their meeting is running a little long. I don't actually know that much about you, Chloe. I know you teach Biology at Barden, that you're from Tennessee, and that you're in love with my kid. Tell me something I don't know."
Chloe returned the woman's genuine smile, answering, "I love teaching, so much. I love helping kids and being around them and watching them succeed. I'm one of five kids, four older brothers, who were terribly overbearing but I love them anyways."
Sheila laughed, replying, "Beca mentioned spending July fourth with your family. She said it was a little overwhelming but that they were all very welcoming."
Chloe smiled, thinking back over that summer day. "Yeah, I was worried you'd be upset about the whole firework incident."
Sheila's face turned concerned, saying, "What firework incident?'
Chloe knew her guilty face gave her away, as Sheila stared at her. "Well, every year my family sets off fireworks at our lake house, and a few malfunctioned. We were all fine, just some minor bumps and bruises," Chloe said carefully, keeping her voice as light as possible.
Sheila held her gaze for a moment, before relenting. "So no one was hurt?"
Chloe shook her head, answering, "Not seriously. Like I said, just a few bumps and bruises from reacting. We're all fine, and my mom has now banned any future Beale firework shows."
"Good woman," Sheila said. "I've heard some wonderful things about her from Beca. I'm looking forward to meeting her someday."
Chloe quickly forced a smile, saying, "Yeah, of course."
She hadn't pictured their parents meeting, but it made their relationship feel so... real. Families meeting was something that real couples did when they were serious. Chloe was still adjusting to the fact that she and Beca were finally doing this, for real. She was so excited for Beca to move in with her and really begin their life together. She was saved from carrying the conversation any further when her phone started ringing, recognizing the ringtone as Beca's.
"Hey, baby," Chloe greeted, giggling at Sheila's wink from across the table.
"Hey. We just finished up here. Want to grab lunch before we head back?"
"Totes. We grabbed some coffee, but I think lunch sounds great. What about Scotty?" Chloe asked, slowly rising to her feet.
"He's heading to LA to prep for the two shows this weekend. Teddy recommended a place for lunch. Text me the name of the shop and I'll come meet you."
"Sounds good. See ya soon!" Chloe said cheerfully, hanging up after Beca said goodbye.
She turned to Sheila, asking, "Up for some lunch? We can grill her about her meeting with Teddy."
Sheila nodded, tossing their cups in a trashcan. "Lunch sounds great."
They weaved their way back through the shop and exited out the front door, waiting on the sidewalk for Beca to find them.
"Chloe, I hope you didn't think I was too forward. I just don't want to see Beca get hurt again," Sheila said, glancing down the street for any sign of the brunette.
Chloe shook her head, replying, "It's okay, I completely understand. Beca is lucky to have you in her life. Both you and Ben support her completely, and I could never be mad that she has two loving, supportive parents."
Sheila nodded, giving her a smile. "Beca told me she invited you to spend Christmas with us. I hope you will. We would love to have you."
Chloe's heart swelled at the words. "She did, but that means a lot to me. I'd love to spend Christmas with your family. Can't miss an opportunity to watch Beca's heart grow three sizes in one day."
They both laughed as Beca turned the corner and approached them, looking curiously from one woman to the other.
"I don't want to know," she said, giving Sheila a hug before slipping her arm around Chloe's waist. "Hey, babe."
Chloe grinned at her, surprised when she stretched up to place a chaste kiss to her lips. "Hey," she said, a little breathless. It was insane the things that Beca did to her with even the simplest show of affection.
"Ready?" Beca asked, looking back to her stepmother despite running her hand over Chloe's back.
At Sheila's nod, Beca grinned and took Chloe's hand, leading them down the street.
(BECA'S POV)
Beca had one of Chloe's hands in both her own, face up as her fingers traced over the lines in her palm. She glanced up at the smile on the redhead's face, despite the fact she was looking out of the window at downtown San Diego. Beca wasn't thrilled about hiring a publicist but, after both Sheila and Chloe had said something to her, she relented agreeing to add the item to the list of things to discuss with Teddy. Scotty had irritated her to no end about it, but she couldn't ignore the way Chloe had skillfully persuaded her to see reason... multiple times.
Her time in California couldn't be going better, and Beca drifted back over their conversation last night. She wanted to be back in San Diego by the end of January at the latest, tired of being away from Chloe and missing her parents. Beca had also wanted to be sure that Zeus was allowed to stay in Chloe's apartment since she knew there were plenty of rules and regulations surrounding his breed. Sadly, pit bulls were still terribly stereotyped so it didn't matter to anyone that Zeus was the sweetest dog in the world or that he had never harmed a fly.
Chloe assured her it would be fine, but Beca still held some reservations about Chloe's small apartment. She'd grown accustomed to the large space in Nashville and knew it would be a big change to go from that to Chloe's one bedroom. Beca wasn't sure how to bring it up and had instead gone the route of asking her girlfriend if she would be interested in finding a bigger place together, hinting that Zeus was a big dog who needed exercise. Chloe had agreed immediately but reminded Beca that her lease wasn't up until July. Beca fought the urge to say she would pay whatever cancellation fee was necessary, not wanting to just throw money at the problem, and suggested they use the time to look for a place they both would love to move into after Chloe's lease ended. It was definitely the right decision, and Beca had been rewarded with that beaming smile she loved so much. The fact that it had led to other fun activities was just a bonus.
Sheila pulled up to the curb in front of the office building, flipping the hazard lights on to give them a moment.
Beca unbuckled her seatbelt, "Thanks for the ride. This shouldn't take too long, and then we can get lunch after?"
Sheila nodded. "That works. We'll get coffee or something. You two go work out a plan to hire a publicist."
"We will," Scotty answered as he climbed out onto the sidewalk. "Thanks for the lift, Sheila."
"You're welcome, Scotty. Take care of the kid!" Sheila called, a grin on her face.
Beca rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she said bye to Chloe and climbed out of the car, flipping her stepmom off through the window.
Scotty laughed at her, "Well, come on then, kid. Let's go see the attorney."
"Play nice," Beca chastised him, falling into step as they approached the building. "I already talked to him about it. You two need to realize you're both on Team Beca and end this stupid pissing contest."
Scotty narrowed his eyes but chose not to respond. Instead, he grabbed the door handle, swinging it open for Beca to pass through first.
They entered the lobby and were immediately shown into a familiar conference room where bottled water awaited them on the table. Beca sat down in one of the comfortable chairs, grabbing a bottle and taking a quick sip. Scotty remained standing beside her, looking around the room.
"Nice place he's got here," he mumbled, taking in the expensive furnishings.
Beca scoffed, "Yeah, well, he works for me, right? Only the best."
Scotty laughed, retorting, "You have no idea how much any of this costs. You didn't even look at the bill for decorating and furnishing the apartment in Nashville that you're so eager to give up."
"Dude, why would I want to go back to Nashville when Chloe is here? Besides, I'll still use that apartment when I go back to record, or hopefully produce other artists," Beca reasoned, swiveling to look at him. "Sit down, you're making me anxious lurking behind me like that."
Scotty huffed and dropped down into the chair beside her. "Does he always keep you waiting..."
Before he could finish the question, Teddy entered the room, his face breaking into a wide grin when he spotted Beca.
"Becs! Great to see you," he greeted, dropping his small stack of papers on the table instantly and moving to give her a hug. "How are you?"
Beca returned his grin, hugging him back saying, "Great. Looking forward to moving back to California."
Teddy stepped back, pausing a moment before extending a hand to Scotty. "Scott, nice to see you as well."
Beca saw her manager cringe slightly at the formal tone and name but was glad he took the high road shaking Teddy's hand.
"Likewise, Mr. Rook. Always a pleasure," Scotty answered smoothly, before returning to his seat.
Beca sat down beside him, waiting patiently for Teddy to circle the room and sit opposite the pair across the table. She remained quiet as he got settled, moving a couple folders aside to reveal a black notebook which he flipped open to a blank page before leveling a cool stare at Scotty.
"Scott, you think Beca needs to hire a publicist, correct?" Teddy asked, already jotting down a few things into the notebook.
Beca heard the sharp breath beside her and decided enough was enough. "Teddy, we talked about this," she said firmly, pausing until he met her gaze. "His name is Scotty. I'm not going to sit here watching you two glare at each other for an hour. We're all on the same fucking team, so act like it."
Teddy sighed, fiddling with his bowtie for a moment before nodding. "Fine, you're right. Scotty, tell me what's on your mind for this publicist, and we'll figure out the best way to hire them."
Scotty cleared his throat, glancing quickly at Beca before speaking. "Beca isn't happy about this, but I'm not qualified or, frankly, knowledgeable enough to handle the type of publicity her career and personal life are attracting. Her relationship with Ms. Beale is now public knowledge and has already generated both good and bad responses on many social media and publication sites. She needs someone smart, a fast-thinking problem solver that will look out for her image and spin things in a favorable light."
Beca rolled her eyes, interrupting, "I'm right here, you know."
Scotty gave her a smile, his tone patronizing as he replied, "We are very aware. You're the reason we're here today, after all."
"Yeah, well... fuck you," Beca mumbled, gesturing for him to get on with it.
Teddy smiled, holding back a laugh at their exchange. "Very well. It so happens I agree with him, Becs. Your career is at a point where you need someone to help you manage all this. Scotty, admittedly, is excellent at his job and is in need of the help."
Scotty smirked, asking, "How'd those words taste?"
"Like acid," Teddy shot back begrudgingly. "But I can recognize that you're good at your job, the way you have already acknowledged that I am exceptional at mine."
Beca grinned. "Look at you two getting along. You'll be besties by the end of this meeting."
"Hardly."
"Unlikely."
Both men spoke in low tones under their breath at the same time, causing Beca to chuckle. "So stubborn. Okay, fine, I accept that I need a publicist. Do I have to like them?"
Scotty shook his head. "Ideally, you would like them. Knowing you, I'll be happy as long as you don't hate them and let them do their job."
"Done," Beca agreed immediately. "How much is this going to cost me?"
Teddy flipped open a new folder, looking through the papers until he found what he was looking for. "There are two ways to go about this. You can go with a representative from an established firm, in which case they usually negotiate a standard monthly or quarterly fee. You would not likely be that rep's only client, but they would be experienced in handling the publicity for someone like you."
Beca nodded, asking, "Or...?"
"You can hire an individual representative who works privately. This doesn't guarantee you are their only client, but you could probably negotiate that, or find someone who would agree to not take on anyone else. There isn't really a precedent for that relationship, and we would have a bit more freedom in negotiating how to pay them. The downside is that you'd be depending on references and word of mouth for their qualifications."
Beca hummed, thinking through the details Teddy had just given her before looking at Scotty. "What do you think?"
Scotty rubbed his jaw, taking his time to answer. "At this point, I'd prefer a professional. Someone established, who knows what they're doing and won't need a lot of instruction."
"I'm fine with that," Beca agreed.
Teddy nodded, scribbling furiously down in his notepad. "Okay, then. I can get in touch with several agencies and find someone appropriate."
"Good." Beca clapped her hands, glancing over to see Scotty's nod of approval. "Next item of business. My new contract with BMR. Teddy?"
Teddy finished jotting down the last few words and flipped the page in his notebook. "I've been in touch with their representative, and they're offering to let you out immediately after the tour without exercising any of the extension options provided you agree to a minimum of three albums on the next contract at significantly higher royalty rates for you."
Beca shook her head emphatically. "No, that's not what we discussed. I want to produce! I don't want to spend my life recording and then promoting and going on tour for months at a time. That won't work for me."
Teddy frowned, flipping open another folder and scanning quickly over more writing. "He said if you don't commit to the three album extension, they can force you to record at least one, probably two more albums at your current rates. You don't want that Beca... they can draw it out for years by forcing you to promote and tour extensively. You need to give them something."
Beca crossed her arms over her chest, growing unhappier by the minute. "Teddy, this is what I hired you for. How about this... renegotiate the current rates to the higher ones and I'll sign on for two more albums, but only on the condition that I get full control. I want to produce both alone. I think I've proven myself at this point. I also want full control over any public appearances, and those will now be handled in-house by my team."
She looked over at Scotty again, who nodded in support.
"Good. I also want the freedom to work as a producer without restrictions, provided it doesn't interfere with any major BMR release dates and the production of my own albums," Beca continued, running her fingers through her hair. "Damnit, I don't want to fucking tour again..." she trailed off, her voice low.
Scotty stepped in, saying, "Beca, if you keep recording albums, you'll have to tour. No way around it."
Beca sighed, "I know. It's frustrating. Teddy, you better negotiate me one hell of a deal if I'm committing to more time away from my home and my family."
Teddy gave her a sharp nod, respecting the seriousness of her tone. "Becs, you know I'll do everything I can. They're not stupid over there, though. They've got an artist on the verge of superstar-dome who doesn't want to record any more hits. They're going to fight to keep you churning out hits and selling out stadiums."
Beca rolled her eyes, looking down at her hands. "They should also want to keep me happy. Remind them that just because they've got me on contract for albums, doesn't mean I have to record them anytime soon. They can't hold me over the coals with some stupid advance anymore."
"Becs, we don't want this to turn ugly. You've got a great relationship with your label right now," Scotty reminded her gently. "Let's do our best to work with them and maybe everyone will go home happy once this deal is done. Wait and see what they come back with after Mr. Rook meets with them again."
Beca leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. "Right, okay... fine. Teddy, I've worked hard for this contract. I'd like that to be reflected in the boost in royalties. If I'm going to be forced into recording and touring, I want to get fucking paid."
Irritated, she pulled out her phone and checked the time. "Are we done?" she asked bluntly, ready to forget about this stuff for a while and spend some much needed time relaxing with Chloe.
Both men exchanged glances, not wanting to test her mood.
Teddy stood up, smoothing out his suit. "Yes, we're done. For now," he warned, as she circled the table. "I'll be in touch after I speak with the label."
Beca sighed, knowing she was probably overreacting. "Sorry, it's just frustrating to feel like I don't have control over my life. I'm dollar signs to them, nothing more."
Scotty moved to her side, "It's okay, Becs. You're under a lot of stress and pressure and you've made it clear your goal is to become a producer. Mr. Rook and I will do everything we can to help you get there."
Teddy nodded his approval. "Right. Scotty and I are on your side. I'll call you with a few names to interview for the publicist role, and let you know what BMR says."
"Okay, good," Beca finished, giving him a smile and a fist bump. "Thanks, Teddy. I appreciate it."
"You got it. Have fun in LA," he said, gathering his files before giving Scotty a firm handshake and exiting the room.
Beca sat down in the nearest chair, slumping forward with her head in her hands. "I'm going to tour for the rest of my life. I can feel it."
Scotty chuckled at her dramatics, retorting, "You act like it's so terrible. You had a great time on tour."
"I've almost survived the tour," Beca corrected, looking up at him. "I miss having a semi-normal life. I miss being in one place with Zeus. Most of all, I want to get to see my girlfriend more than twice a year."
"Speaking of Chloe, so far so good with the statement I put out," Scotty reported, now scrolling through emails on his phone. "The story seems to have died down, in part thanks to your interview." He paused, before continuing, "I asked Isaac to pick me up so we can head to LA and prep for this weekend. He'll come back if Chloe or your parents can't drive you. Sound good?"
Beca nodded. "Sure thing. I need a couple days away from all this craziness. See you this weekend."
She pulled her phone back out as he left the room, calling Chloe and putting the phone to her ear. Just the sound of Chloe's voice had her instantly more relaxed than ten seconds ago.
"Hey, baby."
"Hey. We just finished up here. Want to grab lunch before we head back?"
After a quick conversation, Beca opened the text with the location of the coffee shop and made her way out of the office onto the street. It was only a short walk, and she was surprised to see Chloe and Sheila laughing about something when she turned the corner, both stopping with guilty looks when she got closer.
"I don't want to know," she said out loud, giving Sheila a hug before wrapping an arm around Chloe's waist and leaning up to kiss her. "Hey, babe."
She was pleased to see Chloe's cheeks a bit flushed when she pulled back, the stress and frustration of the meeting already long gone. Beca trailed her hand down Chloe's back as she looked at Sheila.
"Ready?"
At her stepmother's nod, she laced her fingers with Chloe's and lead the way down the street.
Beca followed Chloe inside her apartment, shuffling over to the couch and collapsing onto the soft cushions. Sheila had insisted on making the most of Chloe's day off from school, taking them on a mini shopping spree all afternoon. Although she'd started wearing nicer clothes, Beca's hatred of shopping hadn't changed one bit. She figured she would always prefer her comfortable converse sneakers and jeans over dresses and heels, and had no issues with that. Beca didn't mind getting dressed up every once in a while, the gorgeous dresses and team she'd labeled her "glam squad" became a kind of guilty pleasure, but only because it didn't happen very often. She'd never tell anyone that, though, and a big part of why she put up with it was because she didn't have to go shopping. They brought everything to her, and she didn't have to spend hours walking from store to store trying things on.
She was happy that Chloe and Sheila had gotten along famously all day, but she was nervous when Sheila's initial reaction to finding out they were back together was less than enthusiastic. Beca needn't have worried, though, because the two chatted like old friends as they searched through racks for that one magical find. Her heart swelled with happiness at how Chloe fit right in with her and Sheila like she'd always been there. It gave her a glimpse into the future. A future that saw the two of them together and happy spending time with each other's families, all the awkwardness of their rocky start those years ago gone.
"Want to order in tonight?"
Chloe's voice broke her concentration, looking up to see the redhead peeking over the back of the couch.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Beca agreed, stretching her arms over her head. "I don't want to go anywhere after you two dragged me all over the fucking city today."
Chloe disappeared, moving into the kitchen as she replied, "Oh, quit whining. You had fun."
"Uh huh," Beca scoffed, sitting up and looking over at her girlfriend. "Yes, I just love shopping so much. I wish I could shop all the time and never do anything else."
Chloe raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on her face. "You didn't seem to mind those dresses I tried on."
Beca's lips curled into a grin. "Yeah, well... that was different. I also think you should have let me help."
"I did let you help," Chloe pointed out. "Once. And then ten minutes later, after I hadn't tried anything on, we were politely asked to leave the store."
"Right, well," Beca shrugged, not minding getting caught making out in the changing room. "She's clearly never seen you half naked, or she would have understood."
Chloe rolled her eyes, looking back down into the menu drawer. "What do you want to eat?"
"You," Beca shot back, smirking proudly.
"Later," Chloe winked, making Beca's stomach twist in anticipation. "Thai or pizza?"
Beca hummed thoughtfully. "Pizza. My wallet's over there," she gestured in the direction of where she dropped her purse upon entering the apartment.
A few minutes later Chloe joined her on the couch, draping her legs across Beca's lap. She grinned as Chloe scooted closer, letting her hand trail up the outside of her thigh to her hip. Chloe leaned in and kissed her, before curling against her shoulder.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Beca leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes. "Sure, babe. What's up?"
"You want to move in here, right? You don't think we're moving too fast?" Chloe asked, and Beca could hear the hesitation in her voice.
She thought for a moment, wondering if this was Chloe's way of letting her know things were moving too fast. Either that, or she was giving her an out if she wasn't ready. Beca felt Chloe's arm slip across her stomach, giving her the confidence she knew which one it was.
"Chlo, if you don't want me to move in you can just say so," she teased, looking down in time to see Chloe's head snap up, eyes wide. "Kidding," she said quickly, laughing at the way her girlfriend's eyes narrowed. "Honestly, I'm so excited to move in with you. I wanted this a year and a half ago, remember? We took the long way, but I'm just happy we finally made it back to this place."
Chloe smiled, laying her head back down on Beca's shoulder. "I didn't want you to think we were rushing things."
"I'll still have my place in Nashville I can escape to if you drive me crazy," Beca commented, earning herself a smack to the leg. "I would have moved back here anyways, even if we weren't together. I miss my family."
"They miss you, too," Chloe replied quietly. "I missed you."
Beca sighed, letting her fingers trail over Chloe's thigh. "I missed you." She hesitated a minute before continuing, "We didn't make a lot of progress today on my new contract. The label wants me to continue as an artist instead of transitioning into producing."
Chloe's tone turned disappointed. "Becs, I thought you were done recording albums? If you stay on as an artist, won't you have to keep touring?"
Beca tensed, sensing Chloe's frustration. "Yes, I would. BMR is not happy at the thought of losing me as an artist which, I guess, I understand."
"You make them a lot of money," Chloe supplied, leaning back to look at her.
Beca nodded, locking her fingers together in Chloe's lap. "Teddy seems confident we can come to an agreement. He knows where my priorities are. I don't want to keep missing things because I have no control over my career."
Chloe reached out and took one of her hands, giving it a squeeze. "Hey, you'll have Christmas and New Year's off. We will have plenty of time together after the tour ends."
Beca frowned, glancing over at Chloe. "About New Year's, babe..."
"No, Beca. You promised! Christmas here with your family and New Year's in Nashville with mine," Chloe went from encouraging to angry in five seconds. She swung her legs off Beca's lap despite her protests, standing up and putting some distance between them.
"What if Teddy doesn't get you a better contract? What if this keeps happening, Beca? What if you keep getting dragged away for every fucking show they want you to do?" Chloe crossed her arms over her chest, leveling her glare at Beca.
Beca sat forward, letting her get it out without being interrupted.
"Are you going to say anything? Or just give in to everything they want at my expense?" Chloe snapped.
Beca stood up, but Chloe backed away when she took a step towards her. "Okay, so the label booked me to perform in New York City for Rockin' New Year's Eve," she explained, barely getting it out before Chloe rolled her eyes and spun away.
"Great, Becs. I'm super happy for you," she said sarcastically. "Convenient how you don't have to skip Christmas with your family, only the holidays we're supposed to spend with mine."
Beca smiled, forcing herself to stay patient. "I was hoping you would come with us."
Chloe froze, turning back to face her. "What?"
Beca shrugged. "I mean, how am I supposed to bring in the New Year without the best person in my life? I want you there with me, Chlo."
"And what about my family, Beca? My parents were really excited we were going to celebrate with them."
"Oh, they already agreed to go. CJ, Nora, and Eddie too," Beca said casually. "Your other brothers haven't gotten back to me yet." She chuckled as Chloe remained speechless, rooted to the floor.
Beca walked over to her, gently taking her hands. "I know how much this means to you, and I figured that since I can't get out of performing, maybe there was another solution. So what do you think, Beale? Ring in the new year with me in NYC at the biggest party of them all?"
Chloe had tears in her eyes as she asked, "You're bringing my whole family to New York?"
Beca nodded, shooting her a grin. "I'd do just about anything for you, you know. Also, they give me a bunch of free passes since I'm kind of a big deal now..." she trailed off with a wink. "So, will you come with me?"
Chloe didn't answer, instead leaning in for a long kiss, her arms sliding around Beca and pulling her close. "Yes," she murmured, pulling back a fraction. "Always, yes."
"I'll remember that," Beca whispered, kissing her again.
A knock interrupting them, Beca pulled back to shoot an irritated look at the offending door. Chloe sighed and went to answer it, thanking the delivery guy before spinning around to place the pizza on the table. She looked at Beca, asking sarcastically, "Any other important events coming up I should be aware of?"
Beca thought for a moment, before casually replying, "I don't think so. I mean, except for the Grammy's, but other than that I can't think of anything."
Fifteen minutes later, they were comfortably seated back on the couch with the pizza box open before them on the coffee table. Beca wasn't surprised at the way Chloe had freaked out, knowing the redhead hadn't heard of her Grammy nominations yet. She'd scarcely believed it herself when news came in that she'd been nominated in five categories, along with an invitation to perform. Her first album hadn't been released in time to qualify last year, not that she'd expected to be nominated at all anyways, and Beca was still overcoming her own surprise and disbelief at the news.
Beca tentatively glanced over at her girlfriend, who had been silently staring at her for the past five minutes. "So, are you just gonna creepily stare at me all night, or..." she trailed off, fighting the urge to grin.
Chloe shook her head, turning and grabbing a piece of pizza. "I can't believe it," she said, giving Beca a wide smile. "Five nominations... that's amazing, Becs!"
"Okay, don't freak out again," Beca said quickly, holding her slice of pizza little tighter. "We can totally be normal about this."
"Are you serious?! Beca, you got nominated for five Grammy's. FIVE! That's like... Adele or Taylor Swift or Beyonce..." Chloe responded excitedly. "How are you being so normal about it?"
Beca shrugged, taking a bite of pizza. "It's not like I've won them yet," she reasoned. "I mean, yeah, being nominated is a huge honor, but I might not win anything."
Chloe studied her for a moment. "So you're totes freaking out on the inside."
"Yeah, completely," Beca confirmed, breaking into a smile. "I mean, I hoped for this, but I don't know if I ever thought it would happen."
Chloe let out a happy squeal. "Tell me the categories again!"
Beca rolled her eyes, even though she'd already memorized them. "Best New Artist, Song of the Year, Record of the Year, Best Pop Solo Performance, and Best Remixed Recording," she listed off, smiling at her girlfriend's look of amazement.
Chloe's eyes widened, and Beca fought back a moment of panic at the look.
"Beca! I have nothing to wear!" Chloe exclaimed, looking towards her room as if she could see every item currently hanging in her closet.
Beca rolled her eyes again, because of course, that's what Chloe would be worried about. "I think we can solve that problem," she said, taking a bite of pizza. "I mean, I have people for that kinda stuff."
Chloe stared at her, and Beca realized how spoiled that sounded. "I mean, Scotty arranges everything for these events," she quickly corrected, looking anywhere but at her girlfriend. "He'll take care of it."
"And where's the fun in that?" Chloe asked, studying her reaction. "You mean you didn't pick out any of the fancy dresses you've worn?"
Beca scoffed, "Fuck no, that sounds like a nightmare. I just tell Scotty where I want to get ready and the glam squad shows up with everything I need."
Chloe burst out laughing at her admission. "Glam squad?" she managed to ask, leaning back into the couch. Taking a deep breath, she looked back over at Beca. "You aren't kidding about all this are you..."
Beca tossed her slice of pizza back into the box and waited patiently while Chloe digested these new facts about her life. She knew it was a lot to take in and was happily surprised at how well Chloe had taken everything in stride so far.
"I keep trying to tell you that things are different now," Beca said quietly, the moment turning oddly serious. "The tour was just a taste of what my life is like. I have interviews and shows and I'm working on another album... and Scotty keeps going on about commercials, but I've put him off for now."
She glanced over at Chloe, feeling a little nervous, but was relieved to see an easy smile on her girlfriend's face.
"Becs, I know all of that. It's totes weird to think of you as some super famous person, but it's not going to scare me away," Chloe replied, reaching out for her hand. "What commercials?"
Beca scoffed, "Like Covergirl, I think?"
Chloe shrugged. "I mean, you probably buy enough eyeliner to keep them in business..."
"Not the point!" Beca exclaimed, pulling her hand back and giving Chloe a shove. "I'm short and pale and awkward as fuck...no way in hell I'll subject myself to the fallout of an embarrassing Covergirl commercial."
Chloe bounced right back, moving quickly to straddle Beca's thighs on the couch. "I don't think that at all," she murmured, her lips dangerously close to Beca's. "I think you'd make a super sexy Covergirl."
Beca swallowed hard, her hands sliding easily over Chloe's hips. "You're wrong."
"I don't think so..." Chloe trailed off, her lips finding Beca's.
It was hard to think when Chloe kissed her like that, slow and sensual with her body pressing against Beca's. She let her hands slip under Chloe's shirt, allowing her girlfriend to twist them to the side and laid back on the couch. Beca wondered how she'd gone four months without this, her blood running hotter through her veins with every touch and press, Chloe hitting all her sensitive spots. She gasped as teeth scraped over her pulse point, tugging impatiently at Chloe's shirt. They'd never gotten to finish what she'd started in the changing room earlier that afternoon; Beca's arousal was back in full force.
Chloe leaned back, pushing her hands away for a second.
"Are you seriously taking me to the Grammy's?"
Beca looked up at her curiously, finally answering, "Yeah, I am. Are you okay with that?"
Chloe nodded, and Beca gripped her thighs as she sat up, kissing her again. "Good."
"Chloe..." Beca whined, rolling over in bed and pressing her face into a pillow.
"God, you're so dramatic," Chloe laughed, shaking her head and swatting her with a different pillow. "Get up. It'll be fun."
Beca peeked over at the redhead, eyebrow raised in disbelief. "No, it won't be fun. Come on, Chlo, it's my last night in San Diego before the craziness of the tour swallows me up for another two weeks. I just want to stay here and have a quiet night in with my super hot girlfriend."
Chloe crossed her arms, arguing pointedly, "We've been doing that all day."
"I don't see what the problem is," Beca retorted, flopping over onto her back. "You didn't seem to mind. Besides, you won't even tell me where we're going."
Chloe grinned, replying, "That's the definition of a surprise, Becs. You'll just have to wait and see."
Beca shook her head no. "I don't want to wait and see. I want to be lazy and order in, and maybe convince you to take a shower with me."
Chloe shrugged, turning away towards her bathroom. "I think we can make one of those things happen..." she trailed off, turning on the water.
Beca jumped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom just as Chloe was getting into the shower. She watched for a moment as Chloe stuck her head under the water, slicking her hair back.
"It won't be nearly as fun if you just stare at me the whole time."
Beca chuckled, taken aback at her words since Chloe hadn't bothered to look at her when speaking. She slipped in behind her, pressing a kiss to the back of Chloe's shoulder. "You're absolutely right."
God, her girlfriend was sexy. Beca slipped her hands around Chloe's waist, moving them up her stomach. Before she could reach her intended destination, Chloe grabbed her hands and spun them around so she was suddenly under the spray.
Beca blinked back the water running over her face, looking sadly up at her girlfriend. "This isn't going to be a fun shower after all, is it?"
Chloe winked at her, letting go of her hands to turn her around under the spray. Sighing, Beca wet her hair turned the water up a little hotter. If she wasn't going to get to touch Chloe she might as well get clean, especially after their not so innocent afternoon in bed.
She felt her girlfriend press against her from behind. "I know your birthday was last week, Becs."
Beca froze, wondering how Chloe knew that. "Who told you when my birthday is?" she asked, frowning at the wall in front of her.
"You did," Chloe giggled, pressing a kiss to her neck. "Two years ago, on December second, I walked past your wonderfully decorated locker and wished you a happy birthday."
Beca's eyes widened as she remembered the moment two years in the past, suddenly wondering what happened to that dancing kangaroo Fat Amy had given her. "How do you remember that?"
Chloe huffed, her hands suddenly becoming very active over Beca's hips and stomach. "It was your birthday, baby. Of course I remember it," she said, her tone implying the answer was obvious.
"But I... I don't know when your birthday is," Beca stuttered, becoming distracted at her girlfriend's touch.
"You never asked," Chloe teased, her hands finally finding Beca's breasts. "It's May sixteenth."
Beca let out a sigh, leaning back against Chloe's chest, repeating, "May sixteenth. How convenient, Beale. Right after we broke up and before we got back together. I think owe you a couple birthdays."
Chloe smiled against her neck as she let a hand slide down between Beca's legs. "We can talk about that later, baby. Today, we're celebrating your birthday."
Beca moaned as Chloe's fingers pressed gentle circles against her clit, her hips moving in search of more contact. She let her hand reach behind her to hold the back of her girlfriend's neck, fingers tangling in her wet hair.
Chloe's other hand wasn't idle, rhythmically squeezing her breast before capturing her nipple between fingertips and tugging.
"Oh, fuck," Beca hissed, as Chloe added a little more pressure with her fingers. "I need more, babe."
Chloe hummed against her ear, before quickly spinning her against the shower wall and kissing her hard. Beca squeaked at the cold tiles against her back but was quickly distracted from her discomfort by the way Chloe's tongue was moving on her own. The things she could do with her tongue often left Beca speechless, and Beca moaned at the way Chloe was kissing her, knowing the redhead wasn't holding back. She pulled Chloe tighter against her, letting her hands slide down over her ass and squeezing.
Chloe reached around for her hands, taking them and pinning them over her head, all while keeping her lips fused to Beca's. She would have been more impressed if she weren't so desperate to touch the redhead. Chloe started kissing down her neck before she could complain, and it was all Beca could do to suck in gulps of air as she tried to regain her breath.
"You literally take my breath away," she gasped, knowing it was cheesy but unable to stop herself from saying the words.
Chloe's beaming smile was worth it, as her girlfriend pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "That was adorable."
Before Beca could respond, Chloe dropped to her knees in front of her and ran both hands up the inside of her thighs to push her legs apart. Beca's head leaned back against the tile at the first touch of Chloe's tongue, knowing there was no way she was going to last more than a few minutes.
Chloe didn't tease her either, tongue attacking her clit and sliding two fingers inside her simultaneously. Beca moaned loudly and reached down to tangle her fingers back in Chloe's hair, her hips thrusting shamelessly.
Beca forced her eyes open, looking down at her girlfriend. The sight alone had her right on the edge, the way Chloe was literally worshipping her body. Chloe must've known she was close, because suddenly her fingers curled and dragged against that spot deep inside her, making her legs go weak. Beca's grip tightened in red locks as Chloe took her clit between her lips, flicking it faster with her tongue until Beca came undone against the wall, crying out Chloe's name.
Chloe's helped her ride it out, her tongue drawing lazy patterns over her clit until Beca felt the stirrings of another orgasm begin. She tugged at Chloe's arm, pulling until she stood up and pressed a long kiss to her lips.
"Fuck, I love you," Beca mumbled, kissing her again.
Chloe nodded, gently easing her fingers out and rinsing them clean. "Happy Birthday, baby."
Beca grinned dopily at her, still riding the high. "Best one yet," she replied, leaning back against the wall.
"And it's not even over," Chloe said secretively.
"After that, I don't know if I'll survive more." Beca looked suspiciously at her girlfriend.
Chloe winked at her, pulling away to grab the bottle of shampoo. "I think you'll be just fine. Now come here, we've got somewhere to be."
Beca smiled happily as they pulled into the parking lot of her favorite restaurant. Chloe must have gotten some help from Stacie or her parents for this birthday surprise.
"How'd you know about this place?" she asked curiously, stepping out of the car. "I never took you here when we were together before."
Chloe just shrugged innocently, answering, "I have my ways."
"Mm-hmm," Beca played along, reaching down to lock her fingers with Chloe's as they walked across the parking lot.
They stepped inside, the staff recognizing her instantly. Beca smiled, introducing Chloe and laughing as the two men immediately kissed her hand, welcoming her like family.
They followed them through the restaurant, Beca focusing more on the way Chloe's thumb was gently stroking her palm than where they were headed.
"Surprise, baby," Chloe whispered softly in her ear.
Beca looked up, stunned to see her parents already seated at the table. She turned back to her girlfriend, mouth open in shock. "You planned this for me?"
Chloe nodded, giving her hand a squeeze. "I know you didn't get to celebrate your birthday with anyone, and your parents didn't get to see you either. Is it… I mean, is this okay?"
Beca leaned up to press a firm kiss to her lips. "It's perfect, really. I love you," she murmured, kissing her once more.
Beca grinned as she pulled away, embracing her dad and Sheila. "I can't believe you guys were in on this. I almost refused to go, you know."
Sheila rolled her eyes. "Not surprising there, kid. You always hated celebrating your birthday."
Beca nodded as she sat down. "Well yeah, that too, but I mean all I really wanted to do tonight was stay in bed with Chlo and…"
Chloe cut her off, filling in "Watch movies from opposite ends of the couch. And nothing else. Isn't it crazy how we finish each other's sentences?"
Beca gave her a pointed look, as Sheila chuckled and reached over to rub Ben's shoulder.
"You two look happy," she said, steering the subject away from dangerous waters. "Ready for the last few stops on your tour, Becs?"
Ben leaned forward at that question, adding, "Yes, are you ready to be done for a little while?"
Beca nodded again, answering, "I can't wait. I'll be moving back here as soon as possible when the tour ends. Just have to tie up some loose ends in Nashville and get my new contract sorted out."
The conversation flowed easily through dinner, and Beca was again ridiculously happy with how easily Chloe seemed to fit into her family and life. She kept up with Sheila's wit and sense of humor and was able to connect with Ben on some of the deeper, more introspective topics he was interested in. At one point, Beca just sat amazed at her life, wondering how she could have possibly deserved to feel so loved. Her incredible girlfriend knew her better than she realized, figuring that Chloe must have known how much she missed spending time with her parents while she was in Nashville.
Beca was snapped out of her musings when Sheila asked, "When are you stealing my grand-doggy away?"
Beca's eyebrows rose at that nickname. "Tomorrow morning. Isaac is bringing me by first thing to pick him up on our way to LA."
She laughed at the opposite reactions to the news. Sheila looked borderline devastated, while the relief was clear on her dad's face. "Don't worry, Stepmonster, soon he'll be living here permanently and you can babysit anytime."
Ben coughed at her words. "Right, wonderful. Anyways, Becs, we got you a little something," he said, handing over an envelope.
Beca took it, turning it over in her hands. "Hmm, the last time you got me an envelope for my birthday it was the best present I'd ever gotten. Big expectations."
Sheila shook her head, saying, "Just open it, kid. Before I change my mind and take it back."
Beca clutched it to her chest. "It must be good then," she said excitedly, slipping her finger under the seal and ripping it open. She looked down at the card, before flipping it around to show Chloe.
"Just a picture of a cake with an "F" candle on it," she said, looking curiously at her parents.
Ben sighed. "It was Sheila's idea. Just open it."
Beca grinned at her stepmom, opening the card and laughing at the words. "Happy Fucking Birthday," she read out loud, chuckling again under her breath. "You know me so well, Stepmonster."
Sheila grinned back at her, saying, "I think everyone at this table would be stunned at the number of F-bombs you've dropped in your short life."
"Without question," Beca affirmed, pulling the folded pieces of paper out of the card and opening them next. Her jaw dropped for the second time that night as she read them quickly, before looking up at her parents. "Seriously?"
Ben nodded. "You've been working too much over the past year and a half. It's time you took a much-needed vacation."
Beca looked back down at the papers, her smile growing wider by the second. "And it's only good through the end of next year?"
"Correct. So don't let it expire," Sheila answered, reaching over to take Ben's hand.
Beca glanced at Chloe. "Wanna go on vacation with me this summer?"
Chloe smiled back at her. "Sure. Where are we going?"
Beca turned thoughtful for a moment, placing the papers back inside the card and returning everything to the envelope. "It's a surprise," she said cheekily, loving the way Chloe's eyes narrowed. "Payback, babe."
Chloe shook her head, giving in as she agreed, "Fine, okay. Surprise vacation with you? I'm in."
"Great," Beca said happily, leaning back in her chair. "I don't think this birthday could get any better."
The words had just left her mouth when a group of waiters circled their table singing her 'Happy Birthday' loudly in Spanish. Beca knew her face was burning bright red by the time they finished and set the free dessert in front of her.
Once they left, she glared at all of them. "I lied. You're all the worst and I'm not sharing any of my birthday churros with any of you."
Chloe, Sheila, and Ben burst out laughing, standing and dragging her into a birthday hug. Beca squirmed in the middle of the pile, relieved when they finally let go and sat back down.
"We love you, Becs," Ben said, looking fondly at his daughter. "And we're all so proud of what you've accomplished. Happy Birthday."
Chloe and Sheila echoed his sentiments, wishing her a happy birthday.
Beca sighed as the feeling of love and warmth flowed over her again, pushing the plate to the center of the table to share. "I guess you guys aren't so bad after all."
Beca waited patiently for Chloe to open the door to her apartment, following her girlfriend inside. She was overwhelmed that Chloe would go to the trouble of throwing her a surprise birthday party a week late because they didn't get a chance to celebrate on the actual day, and the fact she included her parents was icing on the proverbial cake. Chloe knew how much that small gesture would mean to her, and Beca felt the need to tell her in the way that would mean the most to the redhead.
"Babe," Beca started, moving closer and slipping her arms around Chloe in a hug. "Thank you," she whispered, relishing the way Chloe held her tightly.
Chloe smiled against her neck, saying, "I'm glad you liked it. I knew you wouldn't want something over the top, but I thought that would be okay."
Beca pulled back, placing a kiss on her lips. "I loved it. It was sweet, and thoughtful, and perfect. I can't believe I almost ruined it."
Chloe laughed, nodding at her words. "I wondered how stubborn you were going to be, but I had confidence I could get you to the restaurant. I know how much you like tacos."
"Touche," Beca grinned, before it slipped off her face at the realization it was their last night together before the tour picked up again for it's final stops.
"Hey, it's okay," Chloe soothed, pulling her back into a hug. "The tour is almost over, and you'll be back here before you know it."
Beca sighed, burying her nose into the crook of Chloe's neck. "I feel like I just got you back. How am I supposed to turn around and leave again?"
"By knowing you'll come back to me," Chloe said simply. "And that I'll be waiting for you."
"You sure?" Beca mumbled, breathing in Chloe's sweet vanilla scent.
Chloe nodded, humming affirmatively. "I'll be right here when you get home for Christmas, Becs. I promise you."
Beca smiled at that, feeling confident that Chloe would keep her promises, and suddenly feeling overwhelmed to reciprocate.
"I can't wait to start our lives together, Chlo. We've waited a long time, but it'll be worth it," Beca said softly.
"I know, baby," Chloe replied, her hands running idly up and down Beca's back. "Now, you promise me that you'll stay away from all those slutty groupies, and that you'll be here for Christmas."
Beca leaned back, smirking up at her girlfriend. "Slutty groupies?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
Chloe nodded, looking serious.
"Okay," Beca said with a laugh. "I will stay away from all the slutty groupies, and I wouldn't miss Christmas with you for anything."
"Promise!" Chloe demanded, her eyes determined, but also twinkling happily.
Beca leaned in kissing her firmly, before whispering, "I promise you."
A/N: A big thanks to Arsto for helping with this fic and proofing this chapter!
I had some family stuff pop up over the past month that just had me in a funk, but I'm moving past it and getting back into my writing groove. I appreciate your support and patience while I work through it.
On another note, you guys were super awesome with all the comments after the last chapter! I hope I didn't lose readers with the long break, and am definitely committed to finishing this fic out in style! Don't worry, the end isn't near yet :-).
Thank you again! Please continue to R&R, it means everything to this wannabe author ;-).