This is one of my favorite chapters so far, although it's really long, but I promise is all answers, sweetness and discoveries, so you will love it, I bet! Also, this story has like thirty something (I think 33) chapters, I finnished it last night and I believe it's awesome. What else... oh yeah, I'm starting to get back on the 'reply revies' train, so please tell me if I haven't replied you because I don't know how many I've missed! Also if you review through an account make sure you have abilited the option to send you a PM so I can answer you! The anons will be replied at the end of this chapter. Thanks, I hope you enjoy it!


Chapter 11: When the dead aren't so dead.

Somebody yelled, a general inspiration of surprise was heard, everybody stopping their breathing, when Morrison's eyes widened, his flower fell from his hand, and he gave two steps backwards. Chloe's eyes widened when two hands she knew too well grabbed the verge of the sides of the coffin to impulse the person inside forward, and then, in front of their eyes, Rebeca Mitchell stood on her coffin, dressed with her Captain elegant blue uniform and her cap, that she adjusted in place without moving her eyes off Morrison's, as she jumped out of the coffin. She seemed so concentrated, and her expression was frightening from all the hate in it.

"You missed me, sir?" Beca snapped then, and Morrison was, like everybody, quite speechless, frowning as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. She pulled a gun from the insides of her jacket, and pressed the canon against Morrison's forehead.

"What are you waiting for? Do something!" Morrison instigated the military and FBI people, who stood curiously.

"Whoever" Beca said loud and clear, her voice cutting the air "interposes between this coward, disgrace and disgusting piece of shit, and me, will receive a shot. It's the only warning I'm giving, so stay the hell away from this. And if anybody only attempts to attack me, remember my people are here and ready to kill. Jesse!" she yelled suddenly, her eyes not leaving Morrison's "Everything ready?"

"Yes Becs, go for it" Jesse smiled and Aubrey and Chloe stared at him surprised. Did he knew any of this?

Beca smirked and then Morrison started running away. But Beca, that knew that cemetery like her own hand, ran after him, jumping over graves, and whatever it took.

"Take Noah!" Chloe yelled her sister, who grabbed Noah's hand, before running after Beca, and so did Jesse and Aubrey –after ordering their children to stay with Chloe's family-, Shepherd, Victor, Helen, Fred, Stacie, Cynthia, and some others.

Chloe had to recognize Beca ran damn fast, and when she heard a shot, her head stopped and she looked forward. Beca was standing on top of a small hill outside the cemetery, between the woods, holding a gun. She saw Beca had shot Morrison and he had fallen down the hill, and Beca ran after him. Chloe ran quickly, and the others didn't take much longer to reach her, standing a few meters away from Beca, who had taken Morrison from the neck of his fancy suit and yelling 'this one's for my father!' she punched him so hard on the face, he fell. Chloe saw she had shot him on the leg, and now was giving him the beating of his life, even if he got to give her a few good punches, but she always came back without flinching. The small group stood next to them just watching while recovering their breaths, and then Noah and Gwen joined.

"Right there mom!" Noah was having fun watching his mother beat a very bad man up.

"Should we do something?" Aubrey asked.

"Well, she faked her death, got all of us fooled, and now she's about to kill one of her bosses… I'm pretty out of my league now" Shepherd crossed his arms over his chest.

"All the explanations you need are here, sir." Jesse gave him a folder "Morrison is responsible of a bunch of deaths of our people, including Colonel Benjamin Mitchell's death, along with rapes, beatings, even commercialized illegally with guns, fake money and drugs, and killed civilians in Afghanistan or Pakistan, and raped their children."

"What are you talking about Agent?" Shepherd looked over the folder.

"Sir, Beca has been compiling that folder for the past fifteen years, all the proofs you need are there sir, and the explanations for many mysterious deaths. She only needed one last proof to arrest him and make sure he would never see the light of death again, and I got it for her while she faked her death. By faking her death, the man that shoot her, that was actually some dude Morrison ordered to keep track of Beca and she discovered and arrested, could go to Morrison asking for the money for killing her, and the FBI has that exchange with pretty good quality videotaped in a CD over there." Jesse explained.

"All of this is true?" Shepherd stared at Jesse.

"Yes sir. And that man" he pointed to the man that Beca was currently kicking "Raped, abused, threatened, hit, insulted, and blackmailed as an usual thing for many, many years, repetitively both Colonel Mitchell, whom he's also responsible of his death, and Beca. He also made sure Beca was considered crazy and discredited after the attack, of which he's also responsible. He threatened some guys, like he threatened many people for years, to shoot a missile against Beca's plane, and he did send her to that place where nobody was waiting, just like he did with the Colonel. So sir, I say we let her have some fun and sweet taste of revenge, that man drove her to madness and divorce, is the least you can give her."

Shepherd hadn't had the time to react, when Chloe spoke.

"Jesse call an ambulance, now!" and then she ran towards Beca, who had knelt on the grass, Morrison lying unconscious next to her, his face covered in blood "Beca!" Chloe practically threw her knees to the ground next to Beca, a hand on her shoulder, and saw how Beca's breath had gotten very labored and noisy, her lips turning bluish as she fidgeted with her tie, as Beca was dressed in her service blue uniform from the USAF "Stay calm, you're gonna be okay" Chloe quickly removed the tie and opened the first buttons of Beca's shirt.

"Of course" Gwen said suddenly "Beca's asthmatic. With this many physical effort, she can't breathe."

"Help!" Chloe yelled at them, and Noah came running with his inhalator, Beca tried to use it, but it wasn't doing anything, and her lips and nails were bluish or purplish, and she was barely breathing, her eyes fighting to stay open as Chloe held her between her arms, and reaching a hand under her shirt opened Beca's bra and removed it in an attempt to help her relieve the pressure on her lungs. The small group quickly reached them.

"An ambulance is on the way" Jesse informed kneeling next to them "Stay strong Bec, don't you die on us now, uh?" he smiled, although Beca was fighting back a panic attack that was threatening to come and join her asthma attack.

"He's alive" Stacie had gone to check on Morrison "He better stays that way, he deserves to spend the rest of his life in prison, even if he doesn't have many years left. You're doing fine Bec, keep trying honey." She worriedly knelt next to them.

Beca kept doing weird and agitated noises trying to make her lungs work, cold sweat dripping through her temples and her hands clammy, and Chloe was starting to get really worried, because it had never gotten this bad.

"Maybe a paper bag would work?" Fred suggested.

"No, her lungs aren't working properly, that would only asphyxiate her more." Gwen explained "She needs her meds, and that ambulance needs to come here real fast. Did you told them it was for an asthma attack? That's quite important." She added looking at Jesse, who nodded.

"Yes, I explained them." He said.

Then, Beca's eyes closed, and she fell flat against Chloe.

"Beca!" Chloe's wet eyes widened in fear, pulling Beca back and softly palming her face. But the brunette's lips were bluish, her lips were too relaxingly parted, and her eyes were closed.

"Lie her down, I'll keep her heart working until the EMT's arrive." Stacie instructed, and together, they laid Beca on her back, and Stacie quickly reached her hands to her chest, starting compressions and from time to time pressing her mouth against Beca's to blow oxygen into her.

"Careful!" Jesse said suddenly when Stacie was about to start "She was shot for real, she was just wearing a bulletproof vest, but it still gave her a tiny fracture on her sternum. Is nothing big, but you could break it more."

"Don't worry, her heart isn't there. I'll be careful anyway." Stacie smiled confidently, and went to work on Beca, while Gwen grabbed Beca's wrist and counted her pulse mentally.

Not long after, a couple ambulances came, one taking care of a handcuffed General Major Morrison and from the other a couple of EMTs jumped to help Beca out, and everybody else backed off to give them room, Stacie and Gwen keeping a close position in case they could help with anything, and informing the EMTs efficiently about the situation. A plastic mask was placed on her mouth after an EMT forced a pill down Beca's throat.

"Allergies?" one of the EMTs asked looking at the group.

"Spider bites." Chloe replied. Aubrey stared incredulously at her and Chloe shrugged "Why else do you think a soldier would have a tiny bit of arachnophobia?" she added in a whisper looking at the blonde.

"Okay, let's give her epi…" an EMT said before opening Beca's belt and pulling her pants out just enough to inject something on her thigh, and then pulled them up again.

"She's breathing." The other EMT informed, and the others breathed in relief "Don't worry, she'll be fine, her lungs are working better." Then, Beca's eyes opened and blinked with the sun of the morning, her chest raising filling with air, and those little stormy blue balls looking for Chloe, and smiling softly behind the mask when they found her. Chloe smiled back "Agent Mitchell, we're gonna take you to the hospital so you can get checked out, okay?" Beca nodded.

Four hours later, Beca rested nude on a hospital bed, a mask still on her mouth and some wires here and there, and a IV, but she was awake and fine, covered with the sheets until her neck and smiling as Chloe squeezed her hand and whispered nothings next to her ear, as she lied her face next to Beca's. A doctor came and Chloe sat straight.

"Feeling better?" the doctor smiled at Beca, who nodded. The moment she had been able to, she had been using an inhalator, and now they were just keeping a good oxygen flow and giving her some meds through the IV on her wrist "Alright, I'm gonna remove the IV and then if you think you can breathe properly on your own, you can go home."

Beca smiled, and Chloe smiled too, leaning to kiss her cheek as the doctor pulled the needle out of her wrist and bandaged it properly.

"Good?" Chloe asked Beca a bit later, as she helped her get her uniform perfectly on again. Beca smiled, and nodded.

"Awesome" Beca leaned, and kissed Chloe on the lips, and once she started, it took her needing oxygen to pull back "I'm so sorry for all I've put you through, but I promise that's over. Once everything is fixed and in order, I'm gonna quit the FBI and devote myself to Noah and you."

"Really?" Chloe put her arms around Beca's neck, and the brunette nodded.

"Really. I've been wanting to do that for ages, but I needed the FBI to find all the info I needed. Now I can finally close this long and disastrous chapter and open a new, awesome one, with Noah and you. If you want."

"Of course I want!" Chloe kissed her again, pressing Beca against herself and smiling into the kiss "I love you Beca" she said when she pulled apart, wrapping her arms around her to hug her tightly "I don't want a life without you. You scared the shit out of us, but I understand the necessity and that it wasn't fun for you either, and it's the last time you're gonna risk your life so it's alright."

"It sure wasn't fun, I had to have this super uncomfortable fake blood bag between my shirt and the vest, and then I had to sit for half an hour until our people finished taking a perfect model of my face and shoulders so my evil twin could be in my coffin and pretend to be me, and I've been hiding in the hospital for days without seeing you or hearing you."

"Okay" Chloe chuckled at Beca's childish tone "Let's go home, shall we?"

"Yeah, I bet I have like three million people who deserve three million explanations." They held hands as they walked through the hospital and towards the car where Jesse and Aubrey were waiting for them.

"Becaw!" Jesse joked when he saw them, and Aubrey ran to hug Beca. Beca apologized profusely for faking her death and hugged Aubrey tightly, and then, Jesse, thanking him for everything he had done.

On the way home, as Aubrey drove, Jesse informed her Morrison had been arrested and all the important people had read her folders and checked that the information was believable and the proofs Beca had put along, listening to the audios, meeting some witnesses Beca had kept protected and hidden for years, and in short, everybody seemed to believe Beca. Also, McAllen had been arrested for collaborating with Morrison, but since his help to the FBI had been more than satisfactory, he would only spend six months in a minimum security prison, with possibility of receiving visitors every week and even probation after five months.

Once at Beca's childhood home, Noah ran towards Beca, who hugged him tightly, and kissed him, like if she had been out for years. After spending a good time with him, Beca sent him to play with the other children, since everybody had gathered there, and she knew she and the adults had to talk serious business.

"So, this seems quite explanatory and truthful." Shepherd was saying, putting on the coffee table the folder Jesse had given him and that he had been reading for the past five hours. They were in the living room, Beca sitting right beside Chloe, their hands intertwined, Jesse sitting between Aubrey and Beca, Cynthia and Stacie next to Chloe, in another sofa there were Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd, sitting next to Harlow, an investigator of the United States Air Force Office of Special Investigations that had been called by Shepherd, and also Helen, Fred and Victor were sitting there. In the only other sofa left sat Gwen, Chloe's parents, a military lawyer Morrison had hired named Garbeeth, and a military judge named Damaso. Also, a representative from the White House named O'Hara had flew there and sat on a chair next to them. The rest, were keeping an eye on the children, or chilling out somewhere else. In the time Beca had been in the hospital, most of the people there had been called, given copies and copies of the folder and other documents, like Beca's actual un-manipulated medical history that Stacie had kept hidden for years, and debated about how to proceed with that situation.

"Yeah" judge Damaso, a black woman in her fifties, nodded while going over some of the files that rested on the coffee table "I don't even think a trial is really necessary, but law says so, so…" she shrugged "What do you think, Ms. O'Hara?"

"That this is huge and affects national security." The other woman, a white blonde in her forties, replied, also holding her own folders on her knees "But many families will receive a proper answer to many crimes now. Seriously General Chief of Staff Shepherd, how the hell did you miss this, with all due respect? I had never seen such a big quantity of manipulated official documents in my career, I can't believe the Air Force OSI was capable of putting a whole trial against his woman here" she motioned towards Beca "based mostly in manipulated stuff. Although I'll admit the fake ones are quite believable."

"I'm just as amazed, Ms. O'Hara. Agent Mitchell…"

"Beca" Beca interrupted "Please, just Beca." Shepherd nodded.

"Beca, where did you get the true documents, how did you know the others were fake?"

"It was actually pretty much luck sir. When my father died I had a friend from school here in Portland whose father worked for the Government, in one of those places where all of those official documents are supposed to come from, and my friend had learnt a lot about it, so once I was showing him the official documents I got explaining my father's death, because I knew my father and I knew all of it was just weird," Beca explained "He told me he thought it was a fake, because of some weird mark that the official documents are supposed to show when put against light, that they just didn't have, and people usually paid no attention to it if documents came from trustworthy places. We met with his dad, and he confirmed it, and I told my mom and we went to a military lawyer, but we were told nonsense once we tried to present an actual case, everybody seemed to agree until one of their bosses, people that I've found and that are listed there in those folders, said otherwise. Later I realize those people were friends of Morrison or had received great amounts of money from mysterious accounts that later on related to Morrison if you dug enough, weeks after rejecting investigating more certain things like my father's death. And then, one day I found notebooks from my father, and he drew really well and in one page I saw a drawing of a tree of our garden. I thought it could be some kind of clue, so I went there and dug but found nothing, and then I looked at the drawing again and again at the tree and realized it was a tree a lightning cut once, and had a hole. Inside, there were folders and folders rolled like cigarettes, and my father himself had found during his thirty two years in the Air Force thousands of weird murderers and stuff that the Air Force said had happen one way but he had seen or been told by friends that later appeared dead that it hadn't been that way…" Beca shrugged. Everybody observed intently "Then, I found pages of like a diary of war my father kept from his deployments. But it wasn't written normally, I guess that's why Morrison never, if he ever found them, saw a danger in them. They were written in poetry, sir. My father wrote poetry, and I was used to read it so I understood it, and the more I analyzed it, the more I realized my father was talking about mysterious deaths of friends, soldiers, innocent civilians, of fear of being killed from what he knew, and under each poetry there was a sentence from Ephesians 6:12, in Latin, that said 'quoniam non est nobis colluctatio adversus carnem et sanguinem, sed adversus principes, et potestates, adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum, contra spiritualia nequitiae, in caelestibus'', which means because we have a struggle, not against blood and flesh, but against the governments, against the authorities, against the world rulers of this darkness, against the wicked spirit forces in the heavenly places'. Struggle against authorities, sir." Beca added to make herself clear "And then an anagram, always the same one. At first I had no idea what it meant, but then I met Morrison and I realized it was an anagram of The Serpent, which is what usually airmen call Morrison, as a nickname or something, I learnt it like on the first day there."

"That's incredibly complex." Garbeeth said "Isn't it a bit paranoid?"

"Paranoid sir?" Beca stared at him "I was eighteen. I wasn't paranoid, I was freaking angry and disconcerted because everybody refused to tell my mother and I a good explanation when everywhere we looked at we saw weird stuff. Hadn't I know my father so well, and Latin, and the Bible, I don't know how this all could've ended, because most of his clues were in Latin or Arabic. But of course, my grandparents were teachers, so my father was quite cultured, and artistic and knew how to write clues without almost nobody figuring out what they were. From paintings, to papers that seemed white but then put against light had sentences written on them, there were clues everybody around this house. My father couldn't keep his mouth shut for so many years, so he wrote things, even coordinates of flights that ended up being coordinates of places where other clues were. And in other pages I found diaries talking about horrible stuff that happened to some boy named Nick Stanley, which is actually my father's middle name, and my great grandmother's last name, and descriptions of places that later, when I went to deployments, were pure descriptions of places there, exact descriptions, even if some were quite metaphoric, but if you were there, you saw. If you lived there, and got in what it felt like, and how it was like, you understood more and more. And the more I went, the more I studied in the Military, the more I saw. Then one day I came from some deployment, and my mother called me saying she had found some old stories my father used to write to me so when he was deployed my mother could read those to me at night, because I didn't like normal fairy tales" Beca explained. Chloe was starting to admire Colonel Benjamin Mitchell more than ever in her life, and was pretty amazed by what her ears was hearing, and everybody seemed to be because the silence was only interrupted by Beca's voice and some children laugh in the background from time to time "I came, and then I realized those weren't just fairy tales. Now that I had been in those places, I recognized them, and smells, and things they described, and those were entire metaphors of all the crap he lived. That's how I realized he had been tortured, raped, beaten… all that's described in the folders, I photographed some tales and those are there too…" Beca bit her lip staring at her knees "My father told me everything. And then on my own, now that I knew how to see and where to look, I kept finding things anybody I looked. I heard things from mates in the Military, and some legends of supposed ghost that were in old war bunkers we sometimes stayed at, and when I got to be raped in those places, I understood those weren't legends, but things people that were also Morrison's victims lived and told in a way they could get it out without being killed from that. I found some of those people, some talked to me and confirmed my thoughts, but then appeared dead weeks later, others panicked and refused. And those deaths were always weird, people that were sent to stupid things like close some gate in the middle of the night in a warzone, where you don't care about weak gates, and then appeared floating in some river a couple days later. Then Morrison said the Afghani, or anybody else did it, but we knew it wasn't true, because we recognized when a wound was made by American guns or not. If anybody ever argued, he appeared beaten up in the morning saying he fell somewhere. Lies. That's why he was called the serpent, because you can't bite a snake in the ass without being bitten back."

"So where were the real files?" Shepherd asked.

"Hidden" Beca replied "Some didn't exist because the manipulations hadn't been really fake documents, but people that had written whatever because they were threatened by Morrison. People in the White House, the Pentagon, many other places, those I found after personally meeting those people, while being in the FBI already, when I had the power to keep them safe, which I did. Others, the actual original documents that later had been forged, could be anywhere, buried in deployments, inside of seats of the planes… the ones I found, weren't much and I found them casually, never looked for them. But I knew when one was fake because my friend taught me to see that."

"How did Morrison find out you knew too much?" Mr. Harlow, a man in his fifties with gray hair, asked.

"I made a mistake." Beca replied "I was in Afghanistan, six years ago, and I was making questions to people I thought I could trust, because they were being threatened by Morrison. But one of them was too afraid, and she probably told Morrison I was making a lot of questions about him, because a week after I came back home, I heard she had been killed. The truth of her death is explained in the folders too. Then I figured Morrison knew I knew and she had been killed because Morrison realized too many people knew and could be giving me answers, although I barely asked anymore after I realized the ones I asked seemed to die shortly after. I guess Morrison didn't know they talked to me but that they talked to someone, because they seemed certainly relieved after talking with me."

"When did Morrison start going after you?" The judge asked.

"The second I was back under his orders." Beca replied "I hadn't been a month home after Afghanistan when I got a call and apparently Morrison asked specifically for my team in Pakistan. I already went there pretty sure he knew, and soon I realized he was calling my squadron, I was already Captain of Squadron 176 of the United States Air Force Special Operations Command, to incredibly risky and unnecessary missions, that didn't even correspond to us. But I knew why that was, and that I couldn't go to Morrison's superiors or we would all be killed. Three of our aircraft were taken down and the people in them killed, in the first four months. By October, I got sick of it and I went to stand firm against Morrison."

"Then he raped you." Shepherd said, and Beca nodded.

"He was really angry, I practically admitted how much I knew and that was really stupid of me." Beca said "He told me he was going to beat me up until I was more unconscious than awake, and that then he would rape and sodomize me and that he was going to do that in any possible way, and that if I made just one noise or tried to defend myself one bit, someone would die. Then he punched me, and I punched him back. He pointed at me with his gun, and with his walkie-talkie called a member of my squadron, Freesser, to go to his office in the morning. I had no idea what was he talking about, but then he put the walkie-talkie down and told me Freesser was going to die in less than a month. I got scared and tried to run away, but he shot me. I avoided the bullet but it still hit my shoulder superficially causing a small tear."

"How come anybody heard all the noise?" Aubrey asked.

"We were in a bunker that served of cemetery to broken aircraft, that waited to be repaired. It was quite far away from where we lived. And if you hear shots in the distance in Pakistan back then… that's the normal background music." Beca shrugged "Then he did everything else. It's all in the folder." Her voice had lost some power, and Chloe squeezed her hand "But he was right. The following week we had to get into the aircraft in an emergency, no time for checking first like we always do to make sure everything is in order. Freesser's aircraft had a technical failure."

"He lost control of it and it crashed against an enemy plane, was a ball of fire in seconds. We heard it by the aircraft radio system and saw it." Cynthia finished, and Beca nodded "Because there was no plane left, we could never check what exactly happened. The remains fell on the ocean and we found his body weeks later, or pieces of it better said."

In the next few hours, dozens of high charges were arrested, along with mercenaries, people that had been keeping an eye on them, and a whole list of people that were involved with Morrison somehow. After everybody left the Mitchell's household that afternoon except for Beca's family and closest loved ones, and after taking a long and very deserved death, Beca went to the cemetery, where she spend a few hours alone with her parents, and by dinner time she was back home.

"Hey" Chloe knocked against the frame of the door of Beca's childhood bedroom, where Jesse had taken the handbags with Beca's belongings from the hospital where Beca had been hiding since her 'death', and Beca was changing into civilian and normal clothes.

"Hey" Beca's raspy voice replied, her back against the door as she tied her shoes. Chloe went and sat beside her on the bed, rubbing Beca's back gently with one hand. Beca looked up to her and smiled pointing at the tears in her eyes "It looks like now I can't control them, uh?" Chloe smiled and gently rubbed them away with her thumbs, caressing Beca's face between her hands.

"Now you're allowing yourself to feel everything that has been pretty much bottled up for more than eighteen years" Chloe said kindly, before leaning and giving Beca a short kiss on the lips. Beca breathed deeply, and then a sob escaped, and Chloe leaned Beca's head against her chest, hugging her with one arms and stroking her wet cheek with the other hand "Let it go Becs, it's okay. You deserve it."

"It's just." Beca sniffled. Her voice sounded like the voice of someone who was crying, because she was "I was raped, and beaten up, and sodomized, and yelled, insulted, time after time, by a man that is twenty four years older than I am, and that was supposed to protect me and take care of me, and be responsible of me, and that I tried to trust so hard. I got taught to be raped and beaten without doing a thing to defend myself and without making a single noise or letting a single tear out, no matter how much it hurt, and believe me I can't even describe how much it hurt. I guess when you yell some of the pain reliefs, but I couldn't even do that. And now," another sob "it's like I'm so used to being afraid of causing somebody's dead by expressing myself, so used to actually causing them, that I just can't stop being afraid. And to think that my father suffered this, and he wasn't even gay, for so many years, so many, without other escape than poetry and draws, dying inside for so many years, and still putting the brave face for me…"

Then Beca crumbled like never before and started crying hard into Chloe's embrace, and Chloe hugged her tightly, keeping her tears at bay, because she wanted to be there for Beca like Beca had been for her so many times.

"Nobody will ever hurt you or him, or any of us ever again Beca" Chloe said feeling Beca trembling and shaking under her embrace "We are safe. And we're gonna be happy, and that man will never put a hand or a word on you ever again. You don't have to take care of us anymore Becs, we'll take care of you."

A while later, Chloe lied on that bed, Beca lying snuggled onto her, while breathing deeply after using her inhalator, and closing her eyes enjoying Chloe's strokes and caresses, that were joined sometimes by light kisses here and there. Then there was a knock on the door again.

"Aunty Aubrey says dinner is ready." Noah says.

"Great." Chloe smiled at their son "Hey Noah, momma is feeling a bit under the weather, you think you can make her feel any better?" Noah smiled, nodded, and climbed on the bed, taking Beca's arms and making her sit. Beca's lips curved into a tiny smile.

"Momma, you shouldn't suffer anymore, you know why?" Noah said with his forehead against Beca's and his hands on her cheeks. Beca shook her head "Because if you aren't going to have a job anymore, you should know the most important boss of a mother, the one that really says what's going to happen, is her child. And your child says you should be happy." Beca chuckled and hugged him tightly, covering him in kisses.

"Isn't my little cowboy super wise?" Beca said while Noah snuggled onto her, laughing. Chloe grinned "You're right bunny, let's go have dinner and be freakin' happy as we deserve."

The following morning, Beca woke up sandwiched between Noah and Chloe, and smiled in content. Beca sat up and started leaving light kisses on Noah, who woke up with a smile.

"Good morning" Beca said.

"Morning" Noah replied "Is mamma awake?"

"No, do you want to wake her up?" Noah nodded with a mischievous smile, and they leaned over Chloe, who slept comfortably near the side of the bed "3, 2…" and they started tickling Chloe until she got up laughing hysterically.

"Please stop!" Chloe begged, and Noah and Beca stopped immediately "Good morning cupcakes." She said, the shadow of her laugh still in her face.

"Hi." Beca leaned and gave her a kiss on the lips, their tongues meeting shortly after.

"Pillow fight!" Noah yelled before hitting his mothers with a pillow laughing, and Beca and Chloe pulled apart.

"Oh, you're so going to run!" Beca stood up on the bed and threw a pillow against Noah, who smiled despite receiving the hit. Five minutes later they were running around the bedroom throwing pillows at each other, and fighting with them, until Beca took Noah up in the air and threw him carefully against the bed, Chloe and her climbing onto the bed quickly and covering the boy in kisses and tickles.


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This is an awesome fanfic. Please update sooooooonnnnn Thank you Kaylen, here you have it!

Guest chapter 9 . Jan 15

Great chapter. But ugh the suspense! Update soon! thank you!

Guest chapter 9 . Jan 14

Omg this chapter took a 180 really quick wow amazing chapter but please please please update like ASAP have to know what happens NOW! Thank you so much.

Mia chapter 9 . Jan 14

finally Bechloe and than BOOM! hahah From now on there's a lot of bechloe.

Guest chapter 8 . Jan 12

Yay hasta la vista Jared. Don't make Chloe take Beca back super easy though! Love the chapter! I love it, hasta la vista Jared! or see you later alligator, probably the only thing I learnt to say when I went to DC with 4-5 years old! at first it'll seem like it, but they'll get their problems later.

Guest chapter 8 . Jan 11

Yessss that chapter made me so happy Yay bechloe!please update again soon! Thank you, I'm glad!