A/N: Another chapter. Aren't you guys lucky. I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review and let me know what you think. I know it's short but I just needed to end this on a bittersweet note before moving forward with the story.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Get the fuck out of my house. I don't want some cheap, home wrecker, whore in my house around my son and wife!" She raises her voice at me and I'm taken back for a second.

Home wrecker? Is she serious? I never had any intention of destroying Beca's marriage, not like it was much of one to begin with.

"I'm not a home wrecker. It's not my fault that Beca isn't in love with you anymore. She hasn't been for a while, you said it yourself, and I don't appreciate being called a whore thank you very much."

"Fuck you!" She yells, which sends Beca running down the stairs in seconds.

"What the hell is going on down here?"

"You lied to me Beca! You said there was nothing going on between the two of you! I can't believe you could lie to my face like that!"

Beca reaches for her as she takes a step away.

"Don't you dare fucking touch me right now!"

"You need to keep your voice down or you'll wake Ollie." She warns.

"I don't give a fuck! You lied to me and you're cheating on me with this skank!"

"Whoa, hey!" It's Beca's turn to raise her voice as I shrink into the background, not wanting to make things worse.

"How dare you call her that! She has been nothing but respectful to you since she walked into our home!"

"Yeah, while you two were fucking behind my back!"

"It's not just about sex! Jesus Christ!"

"Then what is it about?!"

"I-I'm...in love with her Sarah,"

My eyes widen and I swallow hard. Did she seriously just say that she's in love with me? Did that really just happen?

I look to Sarah who looks angry, but mostly just broken and sad.

"And I know that hurts you, but I can't help how I feel. She makes me feel like I can do anything. She makes me feel safe. She makes me want to be a better person. I love waking up to her and going to bed with her and every little moment in between. I tried with you. I really tried to force myself into falling in love with you again, over and over, until I met her and since then I've realised that I can't force myself to love you because I love her."

I bite my lip against the smile wanting to grace my lips and look at the ground, my head snapping up at the sound of a slap echoing through the kitchen. I see Beca with her hand to her face, but she doesn't look shocked in the slightest.

"Get out! Both of you! Now! Pack your shit and leave!"

Beca nods and looks at me as a direction. I nod sadly and head upstairs to start packing. I'm sad because I never meant for this to happen, not this way, and I'm pretty sure Beca didn't want this either. I grab our bags and head back downstairs, still hearing the yelling in the kitchen. It sounds like Beca is pleading with her over something. I pause out of sight to listen in.

"You can't do that Sarah! He's my son too!"

"Watch me! You don't deserve to be a mother to him anymore Beca! You should've thought about that before you slept with someone else!"

"I'll fight you on this if I have to! I refuse to let him go! He's my son and I love him just as much as you do!"

I decide I've heard enough and walk into the kitchen, handing Beca her bag as she pushes past Sarah on our way to the front door, slamming it once we're outside.

I stay silent, because I know that Beca needs to sort through her thoughts and emotions. She pulls her phone out and dials a number.

"Hey, Em, can you come pick Chloe and I up from Sarah's and take us to the airport."

Silence.

"That doesn't matter. I'll explain when you get here." She says definitively before hanging up and dropping her bag on the sidewalk.

I bite my lip and try to process the fact that Beca admitted out loud that she loves me. I'm taken by surprise as arms wrap tightly around my waist and pull me close to her. She buries her head in my neck and I can feel her breath on my throat. Warm and fast.

I hear her sniff and feel something wet hit my neck and I realise she's crying. I just wrap my arms around her and rub her back soothingly, occasionally pressing kisses to her head.

"I love you." She whispers, so quietly that I have to strain to hear her. I smile sadly and pull back to get her to look at me, my hands cupped around her face.

"I love you too. We'll figure all this out. I promise you." I say with conviction as she leans up and kisses me softly, chastely.

It's moments like this that I realise that Beca doesn't do this often. She's not normally vulnerable, sweet and unguarded.

She usually puts up walls, so that no one can get in and affect her and I'm glad I'm one of the few people to see this side of her. She's sensitive and sweet and so small in moments like this. It just makes me want to wrap her up and protect her. She's so young and she's had to deal with so much already. I just want to ease her pain and suffering, by giving her as much love and affection as I can.