ChrisM92
This story is just amazing could you do something with Brett and his father having a father and son moment or Brett talking to Chloe's dad about his future with Chloe? Thank you so much keep up the good work!

A/N: Okie Dokie, sadly this fic will be finishing soon. I have two more prompts to write after this one and then I'll write my last chapter. Thank you guys for your support for this little fic that could. Your feedback has been amazing and I love you guys.

My hands are shaking, literally shaking right now. Just knock on the door Brett. You flew all the way here so you may as well just knock. I raise my hand and bite my lip as I knock on the door lightly.

"Hello, Mr. Beale." I take a deep breath before looking up into his eyes. They're soft and inviting as they always have been since I met him. I don't even know why I'm so nervous about this. I mean, I guess he could get angry and throw me out or try and beat me up. I know he's not that kind of guy but the conversation I'm about to have with him concerning his only daughter might make him that kind of guy.

"Brett, I've told you to call me Bruce." He says with a chuckle as he steps to the side to allow me to enter the house.

"I was worried when you called to tell me you'd be flying out here without Chloe and that she wasn't to know you're here."

I chuckle nervously. "Well, I wanted to talk to you about something Chloe can't know about, so I had to tell her that I was going to look at apartments in LA."

He leans forward from his seat on the couch and arches his eyebrow. "So you lied to my little girl?"

I shake my head vigorously. "No Sir, just about the LA part. I've been looking at apartments here in Tampa. There are a few studios that I'm looking at working for and I know Chloe will want to be close to you guys." Stop rambling Brett.

"So, you and Chloe will live together after she graduates? And you're what? Dropping out?"

"Yes Sir." Suddenly I'm feeling slightly worried that this won't turn out in my favour.

"As long as you work hard for your dreams and look after her then I don't have a problem with that."

"She's my dream Bruce. I'm in love with her." I smile, thinking of Chloe.

"I'm glad to hear it Brett. Now, what did you want to talk to me about?"

I swallow hard, my fingers trembling. Just say it Brett. Get it out there.

"With your permission, I'd like to ask Chloe to marry me."

I see his posture straighten and his face harden. Oh God, he's going to say no.

"When?"

"At graduation."

I see his shoulders rise and hear him inhale deeply.

"What do you see in your future Brett?"

I clear my throat, my hands sweating more and more the longer he stays tense.

"Well, I see myself working as a producer, making music, living in a big house with Chloe - "

"Just tell me what you see with you and Chloe." He cuts me off and I close my eyes, smiling as I picture it.

"I see a Sunday morning in the kitchen, Chloe chasing after the kids while I cook breakfast. I see us happy."

I open my eyes and see that his expression has softened slightly, but it's still a little wary.

"You're young Brett. You're a wonderful man and a great partner for Chloe, but you're both just so young. How do you know you're not just rushing into this?"

I understand where he's coming from. Chloe is his babygirl and he wants to know that she'll be taken care of and loved.

"Sir, I can assure you that I have asked myself the same questions over and over for the last few months and I can tell you that I am sure of what I want and I want Chloe, in every way for the rest of my life. When I got surgery she was by my side, giving me that proud, bright smile that I fell in love within the first place. I don't want to spend my life any other way than being a dedicated and doting husband and father. I want my kids to have her smile, her eyes, her hair, everything that I love about her. I want our kids to grow up being disgusted by how much we love each other."

I watch him, watching me intently but his face gives nothing away.

"I want our kids to catch us slow dancing in the kitchen at three in the morning. I want to wake up with her and fall into bed with her. I want the throat burning fights and the tender make-up kisses. I want everything I can get from her. I want to be able to call her my wife."

I take a deep breath and try to study his face that remains stoic.

"Brett. I know you love my daughter and it hurts me a little that she isn't my little girl anymore. However, I have watched her grow up to be an amazing young woman and I'm glad she has you. So, if it's my blessing you're after, you have it. Ask her, son."

I let out a breath of relief as I stand to shake his hand, only to be pulled into a hug.

I make my way out to the quad and over to the senior class. I look around the sea of green gowns until I see the bright red hair, peeking out from a cap. I lock onto my target and wrap my arms around her waist from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to her ear.

She turns around and I feel my heart clench at the smile on her face. She's so damn beautiful and she's mine. She kisses me gently and I pull back to nervously put my hands in my pockets, fiddling with the ring box in my left pocket.

"Brett? You okay?" I look up at her and see the worried look on her face. I look over her shoulder into the eyes of her father who gives me an encouraging nod. I nod back and take a deep breath.

"Chlo, be honest with me, you don't really want to move to LA do you?"

I see her bite her lip before shaking her head. "No, I don't. I'm sorry baby."

I smile and use my finger to tilt her chin to look at me. "Good, because we're not going to."

She looks at me confused, tilting her head.

"We're moving to Tampa. I found us an apartment. It's not much but it's enough till we can afford something better."

She smiles and squeals happily, throwing her arms around my neck.

"Oh, God, I love you. Best graduation present ever."

"That's not all, Princess."

I take a deep breath before pulling the box out of my pocket and sinking to one knee in front of her. I briefly notice that all chatter around us has stopped. The Bellas front and centre of it all. How is it they know when something to do with a Bella happens? Anyway, I look up at her and open the box. He hand goes to her mouth as she turns to look at her dad.

I see him smile at her before she turns back to me.

"Chloe, from the minute I met you I knew we'd be special, either as friends or partners, we'd be special. You've always been there for me and I can't picture my future without you in it. I want it all with you. The big house, 2.5 kids, maybe a puppy, who knows." I chuckle and see her giggle behind her hand.

"With that being said, Chloe Marie Beale, will you marry me?"

I see her eyes well up as she nods and sniffles slightly, holding out her left hand. I slip the simple diamond onto her finger and stand, picking her up on the way, bringing our lips together as I hear the Bellas and other people around cheer, the Bellas are louder of course. I feel her smile against the kiss and I can't help but return it as I set her back on her feet.

"Happy graduation my love." I whisper into the small space between us.

"I love you so much." She laughs and pulls back to wipe her eyes. I reach my hand up and help her.

I did it. I proposed and I'm getting married...