Hi and welcome back awesome nerds! I know it has been quite a while since I last posted anything. The fact is, I just started my new internship so I'm a little busy at the time. No worries though, I will still continue to write with much love. Also if you haven't heard yet, I'm writing a new story about Bechloe. It's a Spiderman AU, you can find it below my works. I want to thank you for all the amazing comments and messages it always puts a smile on my face :) Well that's kind of it. Enjoy this oneshot!

"Good morning sunshine." Beca grinned, as she eyed Chloe walking to the kitchen. Chloe was still wearing her pyjamas, her hair was a total mess and then there was the evidence of toothpaste on her chin. "It's a little early for sarcasm..." She sighed, getting herself some coffee before joining her girlfriend who sat at the table. "Ouch..." Chloe groaned, her eyebrows furrowed as she grasped at the piece of fabric around her waist. Beca looked up from the newspaper. "What's wrong?" She looked worried at the ginger whose face had turned a little pale. "It's nothing... Just a sting." Chloe murmured, sitting down and ignoring the pain. "Twelve year old saving cat from drowning." She read attentively. "Well, good to know there are still some decent kids on this planet."

Chloe forced a smile, as the sting returned. "You like kids?" Chloe asked.

"No, not really. They poop, scream, barf, fart and well... when they get older. Hormones, boy problems... puberty." Beca named, filling her cheeks with air and throwing it out with a deep sigh. "I like kids." Chloe smiled at the successful producer. It took Beca a moment to think, it was still morning after all so the information always took a little longer to process. "It's a little early to start thinking about kids Chlo..."

"Oh Gods, yeah no of course. I totally agree." Chloe said, clearing the air.

"By the way, groceries..." Beca started hoping Chloe to volunteer.

"Yeah sure, I'll do it." Chloe said, drinking the last bit of her coffee.

Beca turned the TV on. It was rare for her to have a free day so she was going to be sure to be spending this time well. And with spending she meant a whole lot of Netflix. She was just in the middle of a 'Walking Dead' episode when her phone started buzzing. The picture of Chloe appeared in the middle of her lock screen.

"Hey Chlo what's up?" Beca said, after having accepted the call.

"Beca... I- I'm not feeling well... Could you pick me up? I'm at the mall.

"Oh... Yeah sure." It took Beca a little bit by surprise. Chloe didn't sound well to be quite frankly. She sounded like she was out of air. "I'll be right there babe." Beca said before hanging up and grabbing her car keys from the table.

Beca was driving; Chloe sat on her right sweating in her chair. If it weren't for the heavy breathing, sweating and groaning, Beca would have just driven her home and called it a flue, but she had a bad feeling about this. Something was definitely off, and Beca wasn't taking any risks when it came to Chloe.

"Beca, what are you doing? You m-missed the turn." Chloe whimpered, reaching for her stomach again. "I'm taking you to a hospital." Beca said determined.

"W-why? I'm fine... I'm just sick." Chloe tried to talk her way out of this. She knew something was off, but that didn't stop her fear for doctors.

"You're in pain!" Beca snapped.

"Beca..." Chloe sighed. She had never seen Beca this worked up before.

It didn't take long before they reached the hospital. Beca parked, and then walked around her car to drag Chloe out. "No- No... Please don't let me go in there." Chloe begged. She wasn't fond of hospitals. She had watched too much Greys Anatomy to know that it's a place for death itself. Beca walked over to the reception, while taking hold of Chloe's hand, who was still resisting to co-operate.

"Can I help you?" The woman behind the desk asked.

"Yeah... It's my girlfriend. She has been feeling very sick today. I need you to-" Beca was interrupted when Chloe shook herself loose from Beca's grip to throw up in a trashcan.

Beca clenched her jaw as she watched the unpleasant sight of her sick girlfriend. "I'm going to make a call." The receptionist said.

"Ms. Beale I am Doctor Milton. We ran some tests and it's pretty clear to me. You've got appendicitis." Doctor Milton was an intelligent not to mention very handsome man.

"Ape what?" Chloe replied.

"The appendix is a small organ that branches off from the first part of the large intestine. Sometimes, as is the case with you, it can get swollen or infected. We'll have to perform a small procedure in order to remove your appendix. You're lucky your friend brought you here, waiting with an appendicitis can be life threatening." The doctor explained.

"Oh God..." Chloe took a deep breath. She was kind of shocked to hear this. What if she hadn't called Beca? What if she had continued to ignore the pain?
"Look miss, I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about. We caught it fast and early." The doctor added when he noticed the worried look in Chloe's eyes. Chloe took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, and then nodded to the doctor. "Okay..."

"On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your level of pain miss Beale?"

"8..." Chloe groaned.

"In that case, we'll get you some morphine." The doctor said, and send the nurse to get the supplies.

"You know how much I love ya?" Chloe smiled broadly.

"God, you're so high right now..." Beca smirked. Chloe and morphine, great combination. She thought. Chloe was high up in the clouds at the moment. Chloe herself was someone with not many boundaries, but now she had zero left.

"I love you from space to... the moon." Chloe mumbled.

"Chloe, the moon is... Never mind." Beca wasn't even going to try.

A nurse came to give Chloe some antibiotics. "Can you believe how hot my girlfriend is?" Chloe muttered to the nurse. "Chloe..." Beca hid her flushed face behind her hands.

"Your surgery is scheduled at 4 o'clock Ms. Beale."

"About that... You guys do this all the time right? I mean there isn't any chance she..." Beca said to the nurse. "An appendectomy is one of the most common surgical procedures. There is always a risk with surgery, but it's very low." The nurse said reassuring.

"I could die today." Chloe murmured. "I still need to see Africa."

"Shut up. You're not going to die..." Beca stated. "I'll go with you to fricking Africa and we'll ride elephants or something or get lost in a pyramid and fight mummies."

"In case I'll die... You need to tell me how Breaking Bad ends."

"I'm not going to give you any spoilers because you are just going to watch for yourself." Beca was so done with Chloe talking about death so easily.

"Becs... I love you."

"I love you too."

"I wanna marry you... And have kids with you... And-" Chloe rambled.

"Wait what?" Beca knew it was just the drugs, but still."

"You're the Regina to my Emma... The Karma to my Amy... The Derek to my Stiles... The John to my Sherlock..." Chloe was naming almost everyone of her otp list.

"Oh I am John?"

"Yesss..." The red head lazily replied.

"Chlo... None of those ships are canon." Beca said with a grin.

"They're not?" Chloe asked whereupon Beca nodded regretfully. "But it's true love... They are meant to be!"

"I'm sorry babe... It's not up to us to decide."

"But we watch their fucking shows! We sacrifice hours of our lives for it. And they don't even have the decency to give the fans what they really want."

"Oh and what is it what they want?" Beca teased. She knew this was Chloe's weak spot. Whenever someone said 'They're just friends' she always turned Godzilla on them and Beca was the one to prevent her from going mass murderer.

"Gay..." Chloe smirked.

"You're hopeless..." Beca laughed pressing a firm kiss on top of Chloe's forehead.

Hours passed, and if it weren't for the nurse to gently shook Beca awake she would have started drooling on Chloe's arm. "I'm sorry to wake you, but it's time." Beca tried to compose her thoughts as they pushed Chloe's bed.

"I shot the sheriff... But I didn't shoot the deputies!" Chloe was singing one of Bob Marley's songs in the most dreadful way possible. "God Chloe... The whole hospital can hear you."

Beca snarled, yet in a way it sounded sweet. "What are you ashamed of me Ms. Mitchell?"

"Yes." Beca told her honest.

"Seriously?" Chloe grinned. The nurse pushing Chloe's bed now paused a moment so the two could say their goodbyes.

"This is it." Beca sighed. She felt uneasy to leave the ginger behind like this. "Come out there alive."

"I will... I love you Becs." Chloe said. Beca was grabbed by her collar and pulled into a kiss. The kiss was short, gentle, like they were going to do it for the rest of their lives. "I love you too..." Beca said back, and then motioned the nurse it was okay to take her away.

The surgery was a success. Now Beca sat by Chloe's bedside waiting for her to wake up. It had been a long day. Beca was drained. At some point it was barely do able to keep her eyes from closing. In the end she surrendered herself to the inevitable, which was sleep, and let her head fall onto Chloe's arm.

A few hours had passed. Beca woke up when the arm she was resting her head on, began to move. Beca sat up straight, and watched with a broad smile on her face how her girlfriend slowly woke up. Chloe felt still a bit woozy from the surgery. The first thing her eyes fell on was Beca. A smile crept up on her face when she saw her. "Hey..." She murmured.

"Hey..." Beca replied with. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've lost my appendix." She joked. "How bad was I?" She asked, referring to the time she was under influence of drugs. "You were... Intense." Beca giggled.

"Oh... Did I say anything embarrassing?" Chloe needed to be sure. She didn't remember one bit about it. And she knew herself well enough to know she could come up with something extremely embarrassing. "Don't worry about it." Beca winked, and then motioned her girlfriend to scoot so she could join in bed. "Hey, I'm glad you didn't die." Beca said softly, snuggling into the crook of Chloe's neck. "Subtle." Chloe grinned. "Me too."

"And I'll marry you and have kids with you if that's what you want..." Beca whispered. She didn't care about the pooping, screaming and farting. All she cared about was Chloe's happiness. "What?" Chloe said with a questioning look in her eyes. "Never mind..."

Beca closed her eyes and was gone in a second. Chloe smiled and ran with her fingers trough Beca's hair. She was hers... Her Beca. And there was nobody who could take this away from them.