AN: So I'm kind of sad to be saying goodbye to this little project, but hopefully there will be many more:P This kind of winds it up nicely (in my opinion) And I aim to be writing some out-takes with the other Bellas and more of the Beales so it's not really over yet :P Anyway, I hope you've had as much fun reading as I have writing, you've all left some amazing and encouraging reviews :) See you on the other side :P
Epilogue- Beca POV
Three Cellists sat at to the left of the church playing Pachelbel's Canon in D. Guests were slowly trickling in and being shown to their seats by the usher's. I saw Clare and Jonathan walk in and waved to them. The flowers were a gorgeous light pastel Blue colour and hung all around the little church in small white birdcages. The minister was stood holding his Bible talking to some of the guests, Rachel sat to the left of me, her dress all floaty and a beautiful pale pink colour. Aubrey was flitting about the room holding a camera, she was over the moon when she was asked to be the official wedding photographer. I don't think I'd ever seen her smile so big.
The Cellos slowed the song they were playing and started up with the wedding march. We all stood and watched as the bridesmaids made their way down the aisle and awwed as the little flower-girl threw handfuls of petals on the floor. I looked to the altar and saw Connor playing with his bow-tie. He looked up and his smile lit up his entire face as he saw his bride walking towards him on her Father's arm. I have to admit she was absolutely gorgeous, her bouquet matching the blue flowers hung around the room. Her dress was simple, yet elegant in white satin. I looked to my right and saw Chloe dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.
"They haven't even started yet Chlo, why are you crying?" she sniffed.
"Shut yup Beca. I always cry at weddings." there was a little gasp from next to her.
"Mommy, it isn't nice to say shut up! You hav'ta say Sorry. Right. Now." I chuckle and poke Chloe's side.
"Yeah Chlo, say sorry. You hurt my feelings." We both smile at each other as our 8 year old daughter folds her arms across her chest and frowns at us. Her curly red hair pinned back out of her face leaving her scowl on full display. The scowl that she definitely didn't learn from me (no matter what Chloe says). My wife leans over and kisses me on the cheek, making our daughter smile again and our small son giggle from his perch on Chloe's hip. His floppy brown hair is wild and untameable and his eyes are the same dark blue as mine, but his smile is all Chloe. He definitely has the Beale Mega-Watt grin.
Everyone sits and we watch as Connor and his new wife, Violet, say their vows and clap when they share their first kiss. The kids love it as they throw the customary rose petals and lavender confetti all over the newly-weds as they leave the church.
***********************The Reception****************************
I lay our son out on the small beanbag in the corner of the hall, his light snores making me smile. Little dude tried to last it out but crashed at around 9:30. I stand and watch him for a few minutes before someone comes and stands next to me.
"He looks just like you my Beca. How old is he now, 5?" I nod and turn, still smiling, to face Connor. "And Robin was just telling me she's almost 9. They're getting big Becs. Does that mean you're getting old?"
I laugh and lightly slap his arm. He catches my wrist and pulls me to the dance floor with him. I narrow my eyes at his suave moves as we start to sway around in circles. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. He grew up to be a real looker. High cheek-bones, Gorgeous blue eyes, his hair darkened to an incredible auburn colour and his skin has a gorgeous sun-kissed tan, almost as if it's glowing. He and Violet are going to have gorgeous children someday.
"Don't make fun of my age little boy, you'll blink and it will be you, then I'll be the one laughing as your kids run circles around you." He lets out a full belly laugh, shaking his head.
"Don't tell anyone else, but you're definitely my favourite Beca. Always have been... you remember the last time we danced like this?"
"Yeah, although I seem to remember you were a lot shorter and had to stand on a chair to reach. And you were a lot cuter." He feigns offence at my words, trying to hid his smile.
"That's a low blow Bec. Are you saying I didn't grow into a handsome man? I'm offended." We both laugh before Clare makes her way over.
"It's my turn to dance with my Grandson. You've hogged him for almost four songs now, go find Chloe." She lightly taps my ass pushing me in the direction of my wife. I look over my shoulder and chuckle. I could never thank the Beales enough for accepting me into their family. Clare and Jonathan accepted me like one of their own and Chloe asked me to marry her then gave me two beautiful children, my life is so much better than I ever could have dreamed it would be. And I owe it all to the Beale family. Chloe accosting me in the shower led to a "Fast friendship" as she put it, and then she brought me home. We got engaged my final year of College and Married on the 21st of May 2016, and I loved every second of it. People say being married takes work, they obviously married the wrong people. Don't get me wrong, Chloe and I argue, but we always make up a few minutes later. We just can't stay mad at each other, it hurts too much. My life has gone from being a sad and lonely affair to a family filled, happy and exciting existence, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
AN: it's only short :) How many of you thought I was writing Beca and Chloe's wedding at the start? I thought if I ended with Connor getting married then I could give Bechloe some children :D a lot of you seemed to like the idea of them of parents, there will be some out takes of their amazing parenting moments and hilarious mischief moments :P I've loved how much you all respond to this, I hope you like the ending :) Bye, Emilli :)