A/N: Alright, so here's the next chapter. I always felt bad about how I had Aubrey's parents treat her in 'I Want to Wake Up Where You Are' so I my mind thought I needed to go a little too far in the opposite direction…oh well. No, Aubrey's dad isn't quite over his worries about his daughter being gay, but I think he's well on his way to realizing that it really doesn't matter who she loves because he loves the person she's become…awwww.

And holy crap, I didn't know there were still that many readers of this story. Sorry I didn't get back to it a little sooner. Thanks for sticking with me on this one guys and gals! And thanks for the reviews

Disclaimer: I own nothing Pitch Perfect but I like writing it.

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They finished lunch and Mr. Posen stood up, "Beca, would you join me in the study while the other ladies finish with the lunch dishes." While the phrasing was a question, the tone of it wasn't. He wanted to see Beca alone.

Beca followed him into the study where Mr. Posen indicated a seat across from his desk. He waited for Beca to sit before he closed the door and then moved behind the desk and took his seat. There was an awkward silence until Mr. Posen tented his fingers on the desk as he leaned forward, "Alright, I was going to offer you money to break up with my daughter but I have a feeling that would just insult you."

Beca huffed angrily as she stood up, "You're damn straight it would insult me. I thought you told Aubrey you'd try. Is this you trying?"

She started storming for the door but Mr. Posen's tired, "Beca, please wait. Let me explain."

Beca stopped with her hand on the door. She turned and looked at him with a glare. He pleaded again as he gestured to her chair, "Please?"

Beca glared at him but moved back to her seat, "This better be good."

Mr. Posen rubbed his hands over his face before leaning back in his chair, "I did tell Aubrey I was going to treat you like any other suitor. That's where the dilemma comes in, I've only tried to bribe about half of her brothers' suitors, so I was caught with 'should I or shouldn't I'." He sighed, "But then I saw how she looked at you and how you treated her and knew that you'd reject any offer I made."

Beca looked at him hard, "Then why even bring it up?"

Mr. Posen chuckled self-depreciatively, "So you'd know that I was treating you fairly and honestly, I was kind of curious how you'd react."

Beca shrugged, "Well, honestly the only reason I went for the door instead of trying to punch you is that I told Aubrey I'd tone it down."

Mr. Posen sighed, "You really do love my daughter, don't you."

Beca nodded solemnly, "With everything that I am."

Mr. Posen tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling, "You know, when it's other people it's so easy to judge. That's disgusting. That's so wrong. I'd never. How could they? But when it's suddenly someone you know, someone you love, it's not that black and white. How can the love I see in my daughter's eyes be wrong?" He sighed as he looked down at Beca, "Sorry for waxing philosophical on you, but I've only had a couple of days to get used to the idea that my daughter is gay."

Beca shrugged, "Is she any different now than she was three days ago, before you knew? Or any different than she was when she was ten years ago?"

Mr. Posen almost laughed at Beca's shocked face when he responded, "Yes. Yes, she actually is." He held up his hand to stop Beca's response, "It's a good thing. I've never seen my daughter more confident and sure in her skin as I have these past few days. It's the kind of confidence you have when you know someone will always be there for you, will always have your back. I know all about it, because it's the same confidence Helen has given me for the past 32 years."

Beca sat there speechless until Mr. Posen continued, "But that brings me to my next question. When you first arrived, you mentioned breaking my daughter's heart. If you're willing to tell me the story, I'd appreciate hearing it."

Beca nodded. She thought of how to begin before finally starting, "Your daughter idolizes you Mr. Posen. She always has and I think she always will. Just about everything she does is calculated based on if you'd approve or not. So, we had been dating for a year and something she said when we had first started dating came back to haunt me over our anniversary dinner. After dinner I asked her where she saw herself in twenty years, with me or with some guy that you could walk her down the aisle for. She couldn't answer me. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, walking out the door on Aubrey, but I gave her a week to decide what she wanted because I wasn't going to be a placeholder for your perfect guy. I just wanted her to be happy, you know. If she had chosen the perfect guy over me I would have been out there trying to find her someone you approved of even as it was breaking my heart, because I just want to see her happy."

Mr. Posen sat there a little stunned, "She was willing to give you up just so I'd walk her down the aisle?"

Beca nodded solemnly, "I'm so happy she decided I was worth fighting for, but yes I almost lost the woman I love because she was so worried you would be disappointed in her." Beca's gaze softened, "She just wants you to be proud of her."

Mr. Posen looked slightly shocked, "Of course I'm proud of her."

Beca tipped her head to the side as she looked at him, "Have you ever told her that?"

Mr. Posen stuttered, "Of course I have." Beca gave him a disbelieving look, making Mr. Posen a little uncomfortable, "Alright, maybe not as much as I could have."

Beca nodded, "You should try telling her."

Mr. Posen nodded back, "Well, I think I've learned a lot today. Thank you for being honest with me Beca."

Beca held up her hand, "I have one more thing, while we are talking honestly." Mr. Posen nodded for her to continue. Beca held Mr. Posen's eyes with hers, projecting a confidence she didn't really have at the moment, "I'd like your blessing to ask your daughter to marry me."

Mr. Posen gave a soft sigh, "No." Beca started to stammer out a response but he stopped her with a gesture, "I've only just met you and I'm still not sure how I feel about this gay thing, so I have to say no." Then he gave her a smile, "But come back in about six months and ask again."

Beca smiled back, "I can live with that. Aubrey's happiness is worth waiting six months for."

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The two girls spent the afternoon walking around the neighborhood where Aubrey grew up, well at least the last few years of high school. They walked hand in hand as Aubrey would excitedly point to one landmark or a particular shop that she used to frequent. Beca just enjoyed being with her girlfriend and seeing some of the things that shaped Aubrey into the wonderful woman that she was.

Aubrey tried several times over the course of the afternoon to get Beca to talk about what her father said to her. Beca would either outright tell her that she promised she wouldn't discuss it or would gently deflect the conversation back to neutral territory. Finally Aubrey gave a huff, "Well if you won't tell me what you talked about, can you at least ease my mind by telling me if he was at least civil to you?"

Beca laughed as she pulled Aubrey around and wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. Aubrey's arms automatically moved up to link her hands behind Beca's neck. Beca rose up on her tiptoes to plant a light kiss on Aubrey's lips before informing her, "Your dad and I had a good talk and yes he was very civil to me. In fact he was almost pleasant for most of the time." Aubrey gave her patented single nod (now that Beca had seen it on Mr. Posen she was a little creeped out by how similar they were).

The two women made it back just in time to help Aubrey's mom set the table for dinner. The three women talked about where the girls had gone on their walk and what their plans were for the following day. Just as they were finishing up, Mr. Posen walked in and asked if there was anything he could do to help. Mrs. Posen walked by him and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, resting her hand on his forearm, "Why don't you get the pitcher of water out and then I think everything is ready."

When Mr. Posen came back with the water, they all sat down to the meal. As with lunch, the meal started a little awkwardly, but soon a constant flow of voices carried around the table. About half way through the meal Mr. Posen set his fork down and looked at Aubrey, "Aubrey, do you want to be a lawyer?"

Aubrey looked at him like he had lost his mind, "Of course I want to be a lawyer, I'm in Law School."

Mr. Posen sighed, taking another tack, "If you could do anything at all with the rest of your life, what would it be. Forget about me, forget about Beca, forget about your mother. What would you do with your life if you could do anything?"

Aubrey asked in a panicky voice, "Where is this coming from Daddy?"

Mr. Posen gave Beca a knowing look before turning to his daughter, "Your very astute girlfriend said some things this afternoon that started me thinking. Now what would you do?"

Aubrey spoke down into her hands, folded in her lap, "I would be a music teacher."

Mr. Posen smiled, "You'd be good at that. Just the right combination of bossy and caring."

Aubrey looked up at him, "You wouldn't be mad?"

Mr. Posen shrugged, "Aubrey, I'd be proud of you whatever you decided to do. I know I would be because I'm proud of the woman you've become."

Aubrey looked at Beca, tears starting to stream down her face, then she looked back at her father before she muttered a quick, "Excuse me," and rushed from the table.

Beca went to go after her but Mr. Posen stood up, saying, "Beca, please let me." Beca nodded, but gave a worried look at the doorway that Aubrey had just run through. Mrs. Posen put a comforting hand on Beca's arm, rubbing it back and forth slightly.

Mr. Posen found Aubrey in her room, sitting on her bed with tears still trailing down her cheeks. He sat down next to her, the air seeming to hang in the room. He reached over and took his daughter's hand, linking their fingers together as he pulled it towards him so he could rest his other hand on top of their linked hands. The two of them sat that way for a few minutes, not saying anything but enjoying the silent presence of the other.

Mr. Posen finally spoke, "I'm sorry I pressured you into becoming a lawyer."

Aubrey immediately started to protest but he silenced her with a light squeeze of her hand and a quiet, "Hush, let me talk." Aubrey nodded at his request. He looked at their linked hands, her smaller hand in his and he fell back into his memory of a much smaller hand in his as they talked about the future, a future his daughter was now on her way to living out. Finally he spoke again, "You know your brothers never paid much attention to me after the age of eight or so. They were too interested in sports or bikes or girls to sit and listen to their father. But not you, my little angel. You would sit and listen to me talk for hours and eventually I started talking about my dreams for my children. How I wanted you to be a successful lawyer and come and take over the family business, because your brothers sure didn't want anything to do with it. Now I realize that was what I wanted for you and I never asked what you wanted."

Aubrey responded with a quiet voice, "I've only ever wanted to make you proud Daddy."

Mr. Posen let go of Aubrey's hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her against him. He quietly told her, "I am proud of you, so very proud of you Aubrey. You won a National championship. You graduated with honors. You were accepted into almost every Law School you applied to. But those are just pieces of paper and honors. Do you know what I'm most proud of?"

Aubrey shook her head against his chest, fresh tears flowing down her cheeks. Mr. Posen gave another squeeze with his arm, "I'm most proud of the woman you've become. I see a confident woman who isn't afraid to stand up for herself or what she believes is right, even if it means going against the one person she's been trying to please her entire life. I see someone with courage, fire, and compassion. I see a woman who loves with her whole heart."

Aubrey wrapped her arms around her father's neck, hugging him tightly. She cried against him as she told him, "I love you so much Daddy."

Mr. Posen hugged his daughter back, the act taking him back to when Aubrey was a little girl, he simply responded, "I love you too Angel."

The nickname she hadn't heard in years caused Aubrey to laugh through her tears, the sound coming out as a hiccupping noise. She pulled back with her hand over her mouth, laughing even harder. He looked at her fondly, "Now if we don't get back downstairs soon I think your overly protective girlfriend is going to come after me."

Aubrey smiled at his teasing tone, "You go down and let her know I'm alright and I'll be down soon. I just want to freshen up a little."

Mr. Posen nodded as he got up. He stopped in the doorway as he was walking out and turned back to Aubrey, "If you want to go back to school for a teaching certificate, I won't be disappointed."

Aubrey beamed at him, "I'll think about it. And thank you Daddy."

He smiled back at her, "You know, I think I like Daddy a lot more than I do Sir." Aubrey's smile got even larger (if that were possible).

Mr. Posen returned to the table to find Beca and his wife in an animated discussion about cooking, of all things. He gave his wife a confused look and she just chuckled at him, "Beca was asking about how to cook some of Aubrey's favorite foods. She was having a hard time understanding the concept that instant grits are not the same as real grits."

Mr. Posen scoffed, "Like anyone would confuse the two."

Beca sighed, "Instant oatmeal is the same as regular oatmeal, why not for grits?"

Mr. Posen playfully glared at her, "Watch yourself or you'll find yourself sleeping on the porch."

Beca laughed, holding up her hands. Then she asked, "Is she okay?"

Then she jumped a little as she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, "Yes, she's okay." Beca smiled as she turned her head up to receive a quick kiss from her girlfriend.

She sighed quietly as Aubrey sat back down next to her. Beca's hand automatically reaching out for Aubrey's to ensure herself that her girlfriend was alright. She leaned over and whispered, "Are you sure everything's alright."

The smile that couldn't seem to leave her face for long returned as she kissed Beca's cheek, whispering back, "It couldn't be better." When Beca gave her a look she laughed and added, "Honestly."