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Life was a messed-up thing, Aubrey thought. It's never how you plan and can be frustrating if you are not willing to let it have its way and make some changes. She was never a fan of changes, that's why she was a planner.
If Aubrey had to tell someone the story of how one of the biggest changes of her life began, she would not struggle to point out that afternoon at that cute coffee shop - in which they served Muppet decorated cupcakes for no special reason at all and had beautiful sketches in frames on their walls.
Beca was sitting on a table by the corner when Aubrey walked into the coffee shop. She looked too tiny. She had ordered Aubrey an iced mint tea and one of their cupcakes, - a Miss Piggy one - and seemed pretty amused with herself when the blonde gave her a surprised thank you (not even Aubrey could deny that the cupcakes were delicious). The blonde made small talking, asking her friend about Jesse and other things.
"You didn't invite me here to this. You are not the small talk kind of person." Beca said, biting a butter cookie.
The blonde sighed. She took a little velvet box out of her purse and gave it to the brunette.
"Wow, Aubrey." Beca said and let a whistle pass through her lips, analyzing the object inside. "You are a very nice woman, but I don't think we are there yet."
Aubrey rolled her eyes. "It's for Chloe."
"That makes sense." The brunette smirked and took her time appreciating the solitary ring. "It's very beautiful," She said, touching the diamond. "And looks expensive."
"It was my grandmother's. Do you think Chloe will like it?"
"You could propose to her with a pop ring and she would love it." Beca said like it was obvious, and this made Aubrey feel a little more relaxed.
Beca and Aubrey developed a weird friendship through the years. Soon after Barden, they were friendly towards each other until Aubrey flew away to be a lawyer and cut out all the Bellas, not only Chloe. Beca was pissed, (she was the one witnessing a very heartbroken Chloe, making rushed decisions in order to forget the blonde and the not so secretly fling they had), but she couldn't really hate Aubrey; she saw some of herself in the blonde and hated to admit that she did understand why Aubrey ran away: loving someone gives them the ability to hurt you. Beca didn't hated Aubrey, she just thought she was really dumb; Chloe was the safest person to love in the entire Earth.
"Do you think this is right? Proposing?" The lawyer asked, fidgeting with her hands.
"Too many questions today, Posen, calm down." Beca raised an eyebrow and closed the little box.
"I'm freaking out here, so can you please not be you just for now?"
"Okay, you have five minutes." She agreed, setting the chronometer on her phone and making a show putting it on the table between them. Aubrey just rolled her eyes – she did it a lot when she was with Beca. "Honestly, you guys are practically married." She said, returning to the question.
"Not really. We live in different houses and-"
"And that's it. The rest of the items of the married list you guys already checked. Holidays together? Check. Sharing responsibilities? Check. Always being the first ones to leave the parties? Check. Singing Endless Love on karaoke nights? Check. Being lame? Check."
"In any other circumstance, I'd already had proposed. But things are different. We're older and there's Emma-"
"Emma literally calls you mom." Beca said. "I know, proposing will make everything more serious and real, but don't you feel like that's what you want? Isn't that the future life you see? Aren't you sure of that?"
"Yes." More than anything.
"Then you are fucking stupid for even doubting doing it."
Aubrey glared at her friend. Why in the hell she kept her around? Why in the hell she was the one to whom Aubrey came to ask advice? Why in the hell her words had to make sense?
"When are you proposing then? Show me your schedule. Please do it soon, Amy got a yacht to Stacey's engagement party, I'm sure she could it again. Just don't ask me how." Beca said with a serious face.
"I'm sorry but it will take some time." Aubrey apologized. "I need to plan."
"If it's taking so long for you to do it, why did you bring me here? I mean, I know these cupcakes are the shit, but I don't think it's just that."
Aubrey blushed a little before answering. "I needed your blessing. You're her best friend. You were here all this time. It just felt like I should ask you-"
"I got it." Beca nodded.
Maybe that was the reason Aubrey and Beca became close friends. Uncountable times Chloe told them they were so alike and that that was the reason of their previous conflicts. So, if Aubrey had so much to thank Beca for looking out for Chloe all those years and for not being a bitch to her when she came back, Beca knew it already and didn't really needed to make Aubrey go through the process of putting it in words. Aubrey gave her a thankful look.
"Oh, and Aubrey, don't even try to make me your maid of honor, I'm already Chloe's." Beca said while chewing a cookie and making Aubrey want to scold her for it.
"With your height, you'll fit better with the flower girls." The blonde rolled her eyes and checked Beca's phone. "The five minutes are already over? I want to ask for more of them. Not that they made a huge difference, you were still being a pain in the ass."
"Aubrey, just say it, you're going to miss me." Beca said, with a dorky grin on her face.
"Absolutely no." Aubrey lied. "I'll be relieved."
A few months ago, Beca flew to LA to a job interview. Her actual job at a local record label was full of self-absorbed jerks who never paid attention to her or her talent, making her incredibly frustrated and stuck as some kind of assistant, since they never acknowledge her effort and never really gave her space to grow professionally. In this job in LA, she would work with the very best, what she has been dreaming for years. Poor girl went there with low expectations, telling everyone it was "just a job interview that would break her cold little heart". (Aubrey disagreed with her and not only because it was her favorite thing to do, but also because 1) Beca's talent was noticeable and she thought her friend really had a chance, and 2) she thought Beca had a warm medium-sized heart.) Last week, Beca had received a call; she had got the job and the Bellas celebrated it with a karaoke night by a bar nearby Aubrey's office that she had no idea that existed.
In Aubrey's opinion, the world would be a better place if more people could listen to Beca's music. Chloe agreed, but it didn't stop her from crying on Aubrey's shoulder because her best friend was moving away.
"We are getting too grown up, that's scary." Beca said with distant look. "I'm moving to LA, you're getting married-"
"Not yet, she still has to say yes-"
"She does not know how to say no to you." She brunette said. "Just like Jesse does not say no to me and now he will follow me to LA. That loser."
Aubrey gave her a lopsided grin. "Love is a weird thing, right?"
Beca returned the same grin. "The weirdest."
That conversation with Beca lead Aubrey to a state of mind in which she was slowly admitting - to herself only – that she was feeling something like sadness for Beca's departing. Chloe was definitely rubbing off on her, and actually liking Beca was a heavy sign of that.
"You are acting weird." Chloe said, entering the bathroom.
"No, I'm not." Aubrey said, not taking her eyes off from her task. Shampooing Emma's hair was a tricky work, you had to be careful, for a lot of reasons - not making the knots on her hair worse and not letting the foam fall into her eyes were just some of them.
Chloe frowned, leaning on the door frame. "You are humming that sad song from the Wicked finale."
"Am not." The blonde retorted, from her place sitting on a little stool beside the tub.
Chloe almost got distracted with the domesticity of the vision. Aubrey barefoot in a dark blue pencil skirt, that matched her jacket suit that was hanging by one of the kitchen's chair, and white linen shirt with three unbuttoned buttons and pulled sleeves, carefully bathing Emma. She had only done that once, when Chloe got a cold and was too exhausted to give the little girl a bath and Aubrey offered to do it, a little reluctantly. Weeks later, she seemed pretty at ease when Chloe asked her to do it again, while she finished some work. Aubrey was more of a mom than she liked to admit.
"But you are being weird." Emma said, distractingly, playing with a rubber frog.
"Even you?" Aubrey pretended to be hurt, putting a stray rubber toy back in the tub.
Chloe laughed and approached them, sitting by the border of the tub. Aubrey noticed the tired look on her face.
"Are you okay?" She asked the red head, finishing the bath and wrapping Emma in her panda bathrobe.
"Yeah." Chloe said, rubbing her eyes. "Work is just killing me."
"Mommy is dying!" Emma shrieked and ran to hug Chloe.
Chloe laughed, picking her daughter up and making her way to Emma's bedroom to get the girl dressed up in her PJs for the night. Aubrey waited behind, emptying the tub and collecting the rubber toys into the little basket they were kept in.
It was not the first time Chloe seemed less than enthusiastic about her work. Of course, everyone had bad days, even loving being a lawyer, not every day was a picture of the job she dreamed about having for so long. What concerned Aubrey was that Chloe's bad days were so often that she couldn't remember the last time Chloe ranted about her students or some project she was thinking of working with them.
When they lied down that night, Aubrey kindly questioned Chloe again about her bad mood.
"I have a lot of my mind right now." Chloe said, laying on her side, facing Aubrey. One of her hands was under her pillow and the other one was distracting tracing Aubrey's collarbone, peaking out her collar. "Beca is leaving, work is stressful." She sighed. "I mean, I know I work with thirty kids, stress is what I signed up for." She chuckled, humorless. "I just didn't think I would be doing this for that long. It's been eight years."
"That's a lot of noisy kids." Aubrey murmured with a grin.
"You have no idea." Chloe rolled her eyes. "I love my kids but…" She trailed off. "That is so not what I really wanted to do. I don't have a major in performing arts only for this." Her hand curled up against Aubrey's exposed skin and automatically the blonde's hand came up to hold it. "I was planning to get into grad school after college. In somewhere else; maybe California, maybe New York. But life happened, and suddenly I saw myself going into other direction, then I got married and Emma came along and soon I was alone with a baby and there was no space, time or money to those plans." Aubrey squeezed her hand. "I don't wanna sound ungrateful, things worked out well and I'm so lucky that I'm managing having a job, raising Emma and everything."
Aubrey kissed her knuckles so softly that brought Chloe's eyelids to drop and, like that, a single tear escaped.
"But sometimes I wonder how things would be if the past had been different." Chloe said in a low voice, with her eyes wandering.
Aubrey just wanted to kiss her pain away. Clear her doubts and fears and assure Chloe that she was wonderful just the way she was. Make all the promises she thought didn't make sense to make to anyone until the day she hold Chloe for the first time. She wanted to make Chloe feel that settling, comforting feeling, that the redhead always managed to make her feel when the situation was the inverse. But she just laid there feeling that somehow her love was irradiating from her touch and that Chloe could feel if burning against her skin.
"I can't change it, - I know - I don't think I would if I could, anyway." Chloe decided. "Emma is everything, she makes all of this worth."
Aubrey smiled softly at Chloe. She felt unworthy of, but she was beginning to understand what Chloe meant with that phrase. Emma really was worth so much, and it was absolutely insane, because she was so tiny, and so young, and it was still an enigma to Aubrey how parental love happened at all. She just knew that she was feeling something near that.
"You have a future, though." Aubrey said.
Chloe smiled a little. "Yes. With you." Her smile grew wider and Aubrey, not controlling herself anymore, kissed her hard. There were times in which self-control the trait Aubrey would proudly brag about having. Now, she doesn't feel like it belongs to her anymore – at least not when Chloe is around.
"I feel guilty because I kind of felt jealous that Beca is finally doing her thing." Chloe mumbled. "I'm a terrible best friend for this, God. Is it that bad that I wanted that for me? I feel so frustrated. That's not me, I'm now some jealous bitch, I want my loved ones to prosper, I wish them the best. I'm so ashamed."
"Oh, please, Chlo', stop." Aubrey ordered. "It's okay to feel like that, it's normal. We all know you wish her the best. Beca knows that, I'm sure she does. She would never hate you for the you are feeling in the way you are hating yourself." She sighed and then took a softer voice tone. "It's not a crime to want the best for you too sometimes."
Chloe finally seemed to really listen to her. Something in her face changed and the miserable expression she had before vanished, being replaced for something that was just indescribable for Aubrey; it was so Chloe, it was like watching a new sun rise. Hope was in there, mixed with a glint of bittersweetness. Aubrey could not look away, not even if she wanted to.
"I have the best for me. You are the best for me." Chloe smiled to her girlfriend and shifted closer to her. Aubrey felt drunk with the smell of Chloe's shampoo and held her a little tighter.
She hoped Chloe knew that she also felt like she was at the best for her too.
"Grad school, huh? That was your plan?" Aubrey questioned after some time in silence, as she felt Chloe's arms wrap around her neck.
"Yeah, get some more education. Julliard, Cornell, or NYU, who knows?" Chloe nuzzled her nose against Aubrey's neck, her voice sounding sleepy. "Then after, I'd teach in some snobby dance studio, or maybe a drama club, there's a lot of people trying to get into Broadway there. Maybe I'd get a PhD too, and be a university teacher. One of those who are really cool, you know."
Aubrey laughed. "Sounds like a plan. I like plans." She said, running a hand through Chloe's hair then down her back, again and again.
"You love plans." Chloe stated. "Now plan to fall asleep, please, we both have work tomorrow."
And in a few minutes, Chloe was snoring lightly against Aubrey's chest, unaware that her girlfriend was still very awake with a frown on her face.
Their pillowtalk unsettled Aubrey.
She loved, was over the moon, with the fact that Chloe couldn't imagine a future without her on it because it was exactly how she felt. There was no future for Aubrey Posen without Chloe Beale's shenanigans and those laugh lines on the corner of her eyes. The unsettling came from the way Chloe was clearly avoiding her other dreams and plans.
What was Chloe waiting for? Didn't she know Aubrey was there to full and absolute support in whatever she decided?
Then it hit Aubrey like a train wreck. Of course, she didn't knew, that engagement ring hadn't left her nightstand yet. Beca was right. Aubrey already felt married to Chloe even if the things weren't yet explicit.
She wanted Chloe to achieve all of that. Every single one of her dreams, every single wish of her heart. She wanted to be the one to go through all the mess in order to see Chloe achieve her goals. How could she tell Chloe that? And make Chloe feel like it's not for a favor, it's not for duty, it's not as a burden, that Aubrey would do it?
She could propose, yes. They had gone a long way through losing, finding each other again, stablishing themselves, learning to cope with their differences, and working on the obstacles on their way; Aubrey wouldn't change it for the world. She the grandmother's engagement ring and every time she looked at Chloe she only got surer where she wanted it to settle. And yet, proposing didn't really seem like the solution.
There was one thing Chloe was right, though. Aubrey loved plans.
She spent Monday morning emailing departments of universities from New York about application for graduation programs in performing arts. She was very pleased with the Excel spreadsheet she put together with all the information she needed. She downloaded PDFs with pamphlets from several institutions, altogether with reviews about their education programs. She made sure all the information she got was as reliable as you can get on the internet and put it all in a folder in her work computer named "Chloe". She still had to think of a proper name for her mission.
"If you are calling me to invite me to buy me dinner I'm in, otherwise, I'm too busy with…um…taking my dog to a walk." Beca said as she answered her phone, later that day.
"You don't have a dog." Aubrey rolled her eyes.
"You know nothing about me." Aubrey heard a human barking on the background. "I know that's Amy barking, I swear I can hear the Australian accent."
"Okay, you got me, Posen." Beca gave in. "So, how can I help you?"
They settled a meeting at a cozy diner nearby Beca's place with Amy tagging along for later. Aubrey printed out a Word document with the basic of her plan and slipped in her bag; she was a professional woman, even if it was just for Beca and Amy, whom couldn't possibly care less if Aubrey decided instead to write down her plan with crayons.
"Damn, woman, you don't play." Beca exclaimed, examining the sheet in her hands.
"The plan is: I take this to Chloe and like that I show her that I have her back, one hundred per cent, in whatever she decides to do." Aubrey stated, proudly.
"You would be a great serial killer." Amy said, not taking her eyes off the detailed search Aubrey printed out. "Look, addresses and everything."
Aubrey just ignored the comment and went on explaining her plan. "I'm sure it wouldn't be a lot of problem for Chloe to get accepted in one of those universities."
"You're such a supportive wife." Amy said, seeming genuinely touched.
"Chloe is not my wife." Aubrey replied, annoyed.
"Yet." Beca said, chewing on her fries. Could she not eat and speak at the same time?
"Someday hopefully she will be but now I'm just her girlfriend and we are okay with this. I'm waiting for the right time to propose." Aubrey said more to herself then to her moron friends.
"My wife, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife," Amy kept repeating staring at Aubrey.
"What are you doing, Amy?" Aubrey asked, a little concerned about pinpointing when that conversation became a mess.
"I'm trying to get into your mind." Amy answered, like it was obvious.
Aubrey stared at her friend with an incensed look.
"Okay, okay, just leave her alone, Amy." Beca reasoned. "She probably has this huge plan about proposing. Something with fireworks or an acapella performance under the moonlight, right, Bree?"
"Don't call me Bree, only Chloe calls me Bree." Aubrey sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Being your wife really has its privileges." Amy said.
Aubrey limited herself to rolling her eyes. Maybe Beca felt that they had gone too far in their favorite activity, annoying Aubrey until her pout appeared, so she just went back to the matter that brought them together at that diner.
"Look, Aubrey, I'm sure Chloe will appreciate your support, she has been wanting to do it for so long. It was something impossible to think of a few years ago when she was on her own with Emma, but things changed, right? I'm sure you can talk it out and make a decision together. Even if she changed her mind about it and just decides to do something else, this" She motioned to the sheets over their table. "is a proof that you are with her, for real. It's a very wifey move of you, I must say. I'm proud." She smirked playfully at the end and it kept Aubrey from giving her a glare.
The blonde mouthed a thank you, and gave her friends a small smile. She was going to miss Beca terribly, Aubrey thought incredulously.
"So, why are you hesitating about proposing? Is it because Chloe is a ginger? I totally get it." Amy asked breaking their little moment.
Aubrey was not hesitating about proposing. She was not double thinking the thing. She was not even thinking about making a list of pros and cons, like she usually did about everything in her life. Chloe was so another level that no doubts were heavying her against doing it. But Aubrey was a woman that not just appreciated a well-thought action; she functioned through them.
She sat with Chloe in her kitchen the next night with her printed sheets of information, since Emma was out with Beca, that promised to get into the mall's ball pool with her because - not so surprisingly - she was the only adult she knew who could get in because of her height, they had the space and time to have that conversation. Aubrey had a confident smile on her face, trying to mask the fact that inside, she was nervous, 'I hope Chloe doesn't think I'm trying to dictate her life' kind of nervous.
"I love it, Aubrey." Chloe said with a condescending smile, reaching to take Aubrey's hand. Aubrey felt her stomach drop, something was not going well. She didn't even know exactly what she was expecting Chloe to say but somehow the answer she got after she laid down her search made her dizzy. "But let's be realistic, it's impossible."
Aubrey gave her a puzzled look. No, it wasn't. It's only impossible if you never try, and then if you don't succeed for sure is impossible because you are not good enough, her father always said. Luckily, she learned to block entirely the second part of the phrase.
"The chances of me getting a scholarship in one of those colleges are the lowest, I'm older than most applicants and out of school for years now. And paying for those tuitions are not a possibility, not with my salary. The salary that I would not have anymore because I would be in New York. Let's suppose I get a job there and manage to share my time between it and the classes, I still have a kid to raise. Aubrey, baby, I appreciate the time you took on this so much, I know your heart was at the right place, but it is not for me, it's impossible." Chloe squeezed her girlfriends hand and leaned in to peck her lips.
Aubrey frowned. Chloe had a point of course, but she totally missed Aubrey's point.
"What about me?" She blurted out.
"You?"
"Yeah. Where am I while you are in New York?"
"Um, here?" Chloe gave her the look that this was the only obvious answer. "Working with your father? Because that's what you have been planning since you were fourteen? I mean, I wouldn't want to break up with you or something like that, but we could try the long-distance thing, if that would be okay with you. Luckily, that's all hypothetical since I'm not-"
Aubrey shook her head vigorously, a smile spreading slowly on her face as she watched Chloe's rambling.
"Oh, Chloe, you didn't get it." The blonde said, squeezing both of Chloe's hands. "I'm on your equation, okay? If you are in New York, I'm there with you. If you are here, I'm here. I'm by your side."
It was Chloe's time to have a frown on her face.
"I'm not sending you away from Atlanta. I'm telling you that if you want to go to New York, I have your back." Aubrey clarified. "I can be a lawyer anywhere. Especially there, since my father's firm has a branch there. I'm not badly paid, I have savings and I own this house, I could sell it. Financially, we wouldn't have problems. Of course, you'd be busy with school and I wouldn't expect you to take care of Emma on your own and that's okay, because we would work it out, we would make it out work. Put me on your plans, we can make them possible, together, Chlo'."
Chloe just stared at her, speechless. She was in a place between not believing someone would go all that distance for her and thanking God for her amazing girlfriend. Words were so difficult to form and all she could manage was to open her mouth only to close it again without nothing to say. Aubrey was looking at her with an expectant look, her hands griping onto Chloe's, that looked down quickly to notice their fingers tangled.
"Would really do it? All of that? For me?" Chloe managed to ask, with a tremble voice and misty eyes.
Aubrey's eyes couldn't leave Chloe's, she was so deep into those blue orbs that she probably didn't noticed the words slipping out of her tongue. "Of course. You're my wife, I'd-" She stopped suddenly, and her jaw dropped. "Oh my God, Amy did get into my mind. Damn it." She shook her head and looked at Chloe, who had an amused smile on her face. "I didn't mean to say it. Of course, I want you to be my wife but Amy got into my head, she kept repeating it and Beca didn't helped me at all, it was awful, those two together are insufferable and-"
Aubrey rambling was rare. It only happened if she was too nervous or if she was absolutely out of her field. Chloe figured out that at that moment, it was a little bit of both. "You want me to be your wife?" The redhead interrupted, even if Aubrey shooting forty words per second was cute.
The blonde opened her mouth to say something, but in the last minute she seemed to decide against. She held a finger up to Chloe, asking her to wait, and ran upstairs leaving a clueless Chloe in her living room. Aubrey's place was nice and neat, with matching furniture and light gray walls, very differently from her own place; and that was the only distracting thought Chloe found to grip on to while she torturously waited for Aubrey to come back.
Her girlfriend stumbled back into her living room, sitting beside Chloe, and assuming a very serious expression.
"You are right, I love plans." It was all she said before falling silent. Chloe didn't say a thing, everything, from about Aubrey's posture to the way her knuckles went white as her hands clasped together, was telling her to just stay quiet. "I planned to find you a few years ago and it was for sure my best decision. I knocked on your door that day and I had no idea if you'd want to see me again, if you'd ever want me back. I plan our dates in my head every single time. I plan everything, Chloe. I was going to plan this too, but I'm giving myself a chance." She took Chloe's hands in hers and the redhead realized what exactly was happening, she just expected to not be wrong. "I do want you to be my wife. I didn't decide it now, I decided so long ago that I honestly don't remember a time when I didn't want it. I want to build the rest of my life around you. I want to wake up by your side every single day, I want to share a home with you, I want to support your dreams, I want to make you dinner and listen about your day, I want to fall asleep with my arms around you, I want to throw stupid dinner parties to our friends, I want to be there when Emma goes to college and hold you when you cry because you miss your baby, I want to take you to see the world and live a happy, married, boring life in between. I want us to be a family, I want to grow old with you." She took a deep breath. "I want to call you my wife."
By Aubrey's last phrase, Chloe was tearing up in front of her. Her laugh lines were visible like never before, because her smile was splattered all over her face. Aubrey palped her back pocket without tearing her gaze from Chloe's face and picked up the little velvet box, feeling it burning in her hands with anticipation. Chloe's look fell into Aubrey's hand and her jaw dropped slightly as the blonde opened the blonde to reveal the ring. When she brought her eyes up to her girlfriend's face, she found tears running through her cheeks and her lips shit tight, preventing them from quivering. Chloe cupped her hands around her cheeks and wiped the tears away with her thumb, a small gesture that reminded her that even in her bravest moments, Aubrey was still only human, that committed mistakes and needed guidance, support, love and care. That was the thought that made her open her mouth.
"Bree, baby," Chloe started saying, trying hard to make her words comprehensible between her huge smile and her happy tears. "You have to ask." She chuckled softly.
This seemed to snap Aubrey out of her frozenness. She smiled to the woman and slipped from the couch to the ground, setting herself onto one knee in front of her girlfriend, hoping that soon she would be able to call her something else.
"Chloe, sweet Chloe, will you marry me?"
Aubrey was a convincing woman. People did say yes to her. She didn't just walk into a room, she instantly owned it. She persuaded judges, prosecutors, criminals, attorneys. She was used to be agreed with, to lead, to be right, to hear "yes". But there was no positive answer she had ever received in her entire life that matched what she was about to hear.
"Yes." Chloe shrieked. "Yes. Yes. Yes."
It was all she said, and Aubrey didn't even have the time to do anything else before Chloe's lips were on hers, her hands slipping through her blonde hair, kissing her hard and pushing her up to stand. Chloe heard the velvet box fall on the ground and none of them cared. Aubrey's arms enveloped body, and swept her out of the floor, spinning them, making Chloe's head dizzy for more than one reason. They reluctantly broke the kiss, Chloe kept bringing Aubrey's face to hers and pecking her lips repeatedly. She almost whined when Aubrey let go from her to look for the lost velvet box.
She got up back with the ring and approached Chloe again, resting their foreheads together. "It was my grandmother's." Aubrey said, still breathing heavily from their kiss. She carefully slipped it onto Chloe's finger, kissing her hand when it settled on its place.
"It's beautiful." Chloe said, looking down at her left hand.
"Yeah, it is." Aubrey agreed, but her eyes hadn't left Chloe's face.
Chloe looked up to find Aubrey's green eyes and realized that she had an entire life of having those eyes as the first thing she was going to see in the morning. She felt a shiver running down her entire body with the thought and threw herself back into Aubrey's arms.
"I love you so much, I don't even know how to say it properly." Chloe said, closing her eyes as their foreheads touched again. She felt Aubrey kiss her lips lightly and longer, before letting her mouth rest against her cheek.
"You just did, love." Aubrey's voice reverberated against her skin, bringing that shiver back. "You just did."
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