"A month?" Chloe asked for the millionth time.

Beca sighed as she continued packing her suitcase. "Yes. A month." Beca stood up looking at her handy work. Content with her packing skills she bent over and zipped up the large suitcase and pulled it off the bed. She turned back to her wife. "It will be over before you know it."

"Why can't we just come with you?" Chloe asked for the millionth time.

"Because you shouldn't be traveling that late in your pregnancy. I'll resign my position and then pack up our things, get Marco Polo and I'll be back before you know it." Beca answered as she approached Chloe with her arms open.

Chloe immediately nestled her head on Beca's shoulder. "But what if it takes longer and something happens and you miss the baby?" Chloe whined.

"Nothing is going to happen babe and there is no way I'm missing this baby being born. Okay?" Beca whispered.

"When you said you wanted us to move back I didn't think we'd be apart. I thought we would do it together."

"You do want to move back right?" Beca asked pushing away from Chloe slightly.

"I do, if you do." Chloe answered. "I don't want to be away from you. Especially now."

"I really think everything is going to be fine Chlo. I'll get our things and be back before you know it. Then the baby will be born and I'll be home for a while with you and then we'll open 20/20."

"We?" Chloe asked brightly.

"Yeah, baby. We. Me and you. Us." Beca answered with a smile.

"And me!" Finley yelled announcing her presence in the room.

Beca turned to find the brown eyed girl looking up at her. "How could I possibly forget you? Of course you bug."

"Fowget me?" Finley repeated.

"Never" Beca answered with a kiss.

"Mommy gow waway?" Finley asked seeing Beca's suitcase on the floor.

XxXxXx

Beca didn't pull her eyes from her computer screen as her office phone rang. She picked up the handset quickly, "Hello?"

"Hi"

"Chlo?" Beca asked suddenly stopping what she was doing at looking at the time.

"Hi" Chloe whispered again.

"What are you doing up? It has to be like" Beca tried to do the math in her head quickly.

"It's 3:42 in the morning." Chloe supplied after looking at the clock on her dresser.

"What's wrong?" Beca asked quickly.

Pregnancy hormones were working overtime with Chloe and she felt the rage burning in her chest as the words fell caringly out of her wife's mouth. She couldn't stop herself from exploding, "You know, not much." Her voice was not a barely audible whisper anymore but now it was beginning to raise. "I'm on the verge of tears at any moment throughout the day, or I'm ready to rip someone's head off. I'm now literally as big as the whales that our daughter, who keeps asking were you are, loves so much. My back hurts like a bitch all day. I can't get comfortable. All I want is salty food all the time and the person who promised to be here to fulfill all my nightly cravings is not here. She's in London, where she said she would be for 1 month. That was two months ago. I'm eight months pregnant and all alone and you're missing it. Like you promised you wouldn't." Chloe took a breath after her rant.

Beca cringed as she listened to Chloe, "I really wish I knew how to respond to that. But I don't. I mean should I make a joke and try to make you laugh which is probably impossible right now or should I apologize again for this taking longer than I anticipated? I don't think that would work because those are just words right and words don't bring me back to LA where I said I'd be. But please know baby, that I love you so much, and I'm so close to being done with this. I didn't know I'd have to stay."

"I know. Stacie filled me in on your contractual obligation." Chloe replied sarcastically.

"I really thought this would be easy. I thought I could walk in and resign and then have our things packed up and shipped and then I'd be back." Beca swallowed. She felt extremely guilty for leaving Chloe for two months. "I'm so sorry Chloe. I'm so sorry. I want to be there but I" Beca fought the tears that were building in her eyes, "I can't right now."

"Then when?" Chloe demanded.

"Everything has already been packed at the house. Kelsey is having it shipped to LA in a couple of days." Beca answered.

"I don't care about that stuff Beca. Those are just things. Things can be replaced. You can't. When are you coming back?" Chloe asked as the anger once again shifted to sadness.

"I have another 8 days with the person they hired to replace me. So, 8 days." Beca said as she looked over her calendar.

"8 days." Chloe repeated.

"I swear Chlo. I've full-filled my obligation. One month's notice and two weeks mentoring my replacement once they had been hired and that's 8 days from today." Beca answered.

The line was silent. Beca waited for a response but didn't get one. "Babe?" She whispered. Chloe sniffled louder than she wanted as she held one hand over her mouth. "Chloe?" Beca sighed, through the phone, "Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry." Chloe said weepily.

"No, I'm sorry." Beca sat back in her chair as she listened to her wife cry. "How's the baby?" She chanced.

Chloe sniffled loudly as she tried to compose herself. Her hand fell to her belly as she lovingly stroked her large round belly. "Good. I see the doctor today. Bree's going to go with me."

Beca closed her eyes as the guilt hit her hard.

"He's moving a lot." Chloe smiled. "Or she." She added.

"You still think it's a boy?" Beca asked with a smile.

"Bree thinks so." Chloe answered. "And so does Manny. It looks like I ate a basketball and that's how she looked. She had really bad morning sickness, like I did. The internet says if it's a boy, my hair will be really full and shiny which it totally is."

Beca snorted. "You're hair has always looked shiny and full honey."

"Maybe." Chloe agreed a smile finally breaking out. "But I think that maybe it's a little boy."

"Yeah?" Beca asked softly.

"What if it's a boy?" Chloe asked realizing she had always thought they would have another girl. "Do you want a boy?"

"A boy would be great" Beca smiled. "A girl would be great too." She added for insurance just in case Chloe went hormonal and lost her shit on her again.

"I hadn't thought about boy names" Chloe admitted. "I really thought I was gonna have a girl until like 5 seconds ago and now I'm convinced it's a boy and I'm not ready for a boy. I don't have any names picked out and Aubrey is insisting that I decorate the baby's room but I was just going to put her in Fin's old room but now if it's a boy I feel like he needs a different room than a girl's room." Chloe ranted. "And I don't have any cute little boy onsies or any blue diapers or those cute little crocheted blue socks with the matching little beanie for him to wear. I'm not ready" Chloe felt the tears coming back, "and you're not here." She was back to crying.

"Chlo, babe. It's gonna be fine. Q and Em didn't know if they were having a boy or a girl either so all of the tons of clothes they bought Fin will probably work for a boy. And we can decorate the nursery as soon as I get home. We'll get a new crib and everything okay." Beca said trying to sooth her wife. "How about if you don't worry about the nursery and I'll take care of that okay. I'll get it all fixed up in the room right next to Fin's. The one closer to ours. Okay?"

"You're gonna decorate the room for a boy?" Chloe sobbed.

"Yeah"

"But what if it's a girl?" Chloe cried harder. "I don't even know my own baby. I'm going to be a horrible mother to her. Or him."

Just as Chloe erupted in to full pregnancy emotional crisis mode, Kelsey knocked lightly and poked her head into Beca's office. "Macie's waiting for you in the conference room." She whispered.

Beca knew it was the worst possible time to tell Chloe she had to go. She nodded to Kelsey and turned her focus back to Chloe who was still crying but not as loudly. "Chloe. Stop it. You know you are going to be a fantastic mother. I know that because I've seen you be the very best mother to our daughter. Don't ever say that you're going to be a horrible mother. That's absurd. And everything is going to be perfect." She paused before making a suggestion, "Maybe you should ask the doctor if it's a boy."

"What?" Chloe said quickly.

"If you really want to know. Just ask. That way we can know how to decorate the room and which clothes to buy and you won't have to worry about it. I don't want you to be worried about anything." Beca answered.

"But I thought you wanted to wait." Chloe replied.

"I do. I want to find out when the doctor hand's our baby to us but if it's important to you to know then let's find out."

"But you're not here." Chloe whispered.

"I know."

XxXxXx

Two weeks later, Chloe pushed the door open and held Finley's hand as they walked into the home. She shut the door behind her as Finley looked around. "Who wlives hwere?" Finley asked.

"Our friend's used to live here bug." Chloe answered as she led the toddler into the house and towards the stairs. She felt Finley stop next to her pulling at her arm. Chloe turned to look at her daughter who was looking up at the picture of Quinn and Emma that hung over the fireplace on the day of their wedding. "What is it baby?" Chloe asked softly as she felt Finley tighten her grip on her hand as she stared at the large photo. She watched her daughter examine the photo with her large brown eyes. As soon as Finley turned to look at her a forgotten memory hit her hard.

8 YEARS AGO

"I've never done this before" Quinn admitted.

Chloe smiled playfully. "Well, well, well. How the tables have turned." She teased.

Quinn's dark brown eyes looked deep into Chloe's bright blue. "You're going to have to teach me."

"How do you not know how to surf?" Chloe asked as she laid her yellow and blue board down on the sand and dropped her backpack next to it.

"How do you know how to surf?" Quinn countered as she mirrored Chloe's actions.

Chloe shrugged as she pulled the wax out of her backpack. "Perk of growing up in Florida I guess."

"Well I grew up in Austin." Quinn replied as she watched Chloe drop to her knee's in the sand by her board. "Not a lot of surfing happening in Austin Texas."

"I thought you were from Boston" Chloe said as she made circular motions over the fiberglass.

"Nah, my mom and I moved to Boston when I was in high school. But still, not a lot of surfing growing up in Boston Harbor" Quinn joked using her best Bostonian accent.

Chloe giggled and turned towards her friend who stood watching her. She wrapped up the circular wax bar and tossed it over to Quinn who caught it. Chloe nodded over towards the other board that laid on the sand. Quinn looked at the object in her hand and quirked an eyebrow. "Sex wax?" She questioned as she read the label.

"Rub it all over the top in a circle motion. It will help keep your feet from slipping" Chloe instructed as she fumbled through her backpack for her rash guard.

Quinn stood motionless looking between the surf board, the wax in her hand and the ocean.

Chloe reached down for the hem of her t-shirt, crossing her arms and pulling it off her body leaving her in her white bikini top and cut off jean shorts. "What's wrong?" She asked seeing Quinn's reluctance.

"I uh" Quinn looked over to Chloe. "I'm not a great swimmer."

"What?" Chloe asked standing up.

"I mean I can swim. I just"

As Quinn spoke Chloe noticed how she looked like a little kid. Her eyes pleading for help but unsure of how to admit she needed it.

"I just don't swim very well." Quinn finished softly.

Chloe held her rash guard in her hand as she approached her friend. "I'll teach you." Chloe said as she pulled the wax out of Quinn's hand. "Let's get you set up okay. Get dressed and I'll do this." She instructed.

Quinn nodded as she pulled the zipper down on her hoodie. She shrugged it off her shoulders and arms and shoved it in her backpack. Quinn pulled out the black short sleeved rash guard Chloe insisted she buy when they rented their boards at the surf shop. She pulled it over her swim top. Quinn kicked off her tennis shoes and smiled as they landed close to her backpack. Chloe stood and tossed the wax close to Quinn's bag. She unbuttoned and pulled off her jean shorts, she kicked her flip flops towards the shorts and tugged the navy blue long sleeved rash guard down over her chest. It fell just short of meeting the top of her white bikini bottoms leaving a sliver of toned skin showing. "Ready?" She asked a visibly nervous Quinn.

"Yeah" Quinn said. She reached in the front pocket of her short grey board shorts and pulled out her cell phone. She tucked the device inside her back pack and reached over to grab the white and blue surf board that Chloe picked out for her.

Chloe squealed as she picked up her board and jogged toward the ocean. She had been dying to go surfing in California since she and Beca moved a year ago but Beca never seemed interested in going with her and since it was her turn to pick the activity she and Quinn did together, she jumped at the chance to take up her childhood hobby again.

Quinn followed her to the water stopping as she stood knee deep in the waves. Chloe turned to see Quinn standing frozen. She jumped back through the water towards her friend. "Trust me?" Chloe asked as she reached down from Quinn's left hand.

The words seemed to bring Quinn from her daze, "Hum?" She asked as she felt Chloe's hand in hers.

"Do you trust me?" Chloe asked again slowly.

"Yes. I trust you." Quinn answered.

"Then come on." Chloe said as she pulled Quinn out further into the Pacific Ocean.

PRESENT DAY

"Mama?" Finley said as she shook Chloe's arm, still holding her hand.

Chloe blinked out of the memory quickly. "Sorry bug" She apologized.

"Mama go potty?" Finley asked with her big brown eyes.

Chloe felt the wetness down her leg. She looked down between her feet at the pool that had gathered on the floor.

AN: I'm so happy that you guys like this story. It means so much that you hung thru the first one and now this one but it will be ending soon. Any suggestions for the gender of the baby? What about names?