The morning sunlight delicately highlighted the pure white Hawaiian beach on Beca and Chloe's wedding day. The waves could be heard swishing onto the beach and a light breeze drifted through into the small private canopy that Beca had been busy getting ready in over the past couple of hours. The Bellas had been busy darting from her private canopy to Chloe's private canopy, both being situated either side of the meeting point between, where the ceremony would be taking place. Chatter could be heard from outside the canopy as guests could be heard finding their seats, all sounding happy and in good spirits.

Beca let out a huge heavy sigh, her hands stiff by her sides as she stood alone and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Kudos to Stacie for picking this outfit out. Sure, a black jumpsuit wasn't exactly conventional, but this wedding wasn't exactly what their guests would consider conventional either. For starters, it was in Hawaii. And for another thing it was, as Chloe's Uncles had so fondly dubbed it, "everyone's first gay wedding". No pressure…

The petite woman turned on the spot slightly to inspect her appearance side-on. She was pleased with the length of her outfit, her eyes drifting down to her bare feet that had been meticulously pedicured two days ago by one of the hotel's 'spa staff'. The cut was just long enough to look glamorous but not so long that she'd end up tripping over and embarrassing herself on her wedding day. She just hoped Chloe liked it.

Her eyes drew their way back up to her hair. The hotel had offered the use of their in-house hair stylist, and Beca had insisted that she didn't trust anyone except Cynthia-Rose to do her hair, a duty that her friend had been all too honored to undertake. Beca now stood before the mirror, a small lock of her hair on the left was plaited back to join a plaited lock of her right and were both tied together with a tiny hair-tie at the back of her head. The remainder of her long brown hair was styled in loose flowing waves, and Beca had to admit it was the best her hair had ever looked as it cascaded down her back.

Her eyes suddenly snapped up to the 'door' of the canopy as it opened and Beca smiled softly while Jerry and Sue Beale both stepped inside. Jerry donned a cool-looking white open-necked shirt and pale grey pants while Sue wore a beautiful lilac dress and a large lilac hat to keep the sun off her face. They both had beaming smiles on their faces as they stopped before her, knowing full well that Beca had never been one for showing much physical affection. But to their surprise, the brunette stepped forward and gave both of them a tight hug. Because to Beca, these two people were among two of the most important people in her life now. They had been more like parents to her over the past few years that she'd really known them than her own parents had ever been. And she couldn't be more grateful for their love and kindness.

"Well now," Sue said softly to the young woman as she pulled out of Beca's hug, clearing her throat, tears brimming in her eyes, "don't you look beautiful."

Beca couldn't help the light chuckle that fell out of her mouth as she looked up at Chloe's parents. She'd never seen her parents ever look at her proudly before, but if they would've done then she imagined they would've probably looked at her the way Mr & Mrs Beale were looking at her now.

"You scrub up good, kiddo." Jerry said, having to clear his own throat, his eyes shining down at Beca.

"Thanks." Beca managed to muster in a quiet voice, looking past them at the closed 'door' of the canopy, knowing full well that several meters away from her stood her future wife. The woman she was about to marry. She let out a nervous sigh, "How's Chloe doing? Is she okay?"

The Beale's both smiled kindly at their future daughter-in-law, "She's great." Sue said, "Excited." and Beca grinned, because she could imagine just how excited Chloe would undoubtedly be getting right now. Chloe loved her family and being around her family. And being able to share such an important day with all of them - being able to declare her love for Beca – well the brunette imagined Chloe was buzzing by now. She couldn't wait to see her. "Your Dad's with her as we speak."

Beca's smile immediately dropped and her heart began thudding hard against her chest, "Wh-what?" Panic suddenly set in. Oh God, this was it. He was going to ruin the wedding. He was probably going to say something horrible and rude, completely upset Chloe, and give the redhead every reason to no longer want to marry her any more. But before Beca could move towards the doors, Jerry Beale placed his comforting hands on her shoulders, immediately drawing her attention to his kind blue eyes.

"Beca, it's okay. We spoke to him yesterday."

"No, you don't understand," Beca began, fear washing over her body as she looked up at her fiancee's father desperately, "he hates Chloe. And he hates that he has to be here to walk his daughter down the aisle to marry another woman. He hates all of thi-"

"-He's at peace with it all sweetheart." Sue interrupted Beca calmly, reaching out to take Beca's hand, and the brunette hesitated as she looked to the older woman.

"He is?" Beca asked cautiously, and Mr & Mrs Beale both looked at her with soft smiles as they nodded.

"We went to dinner with him and Sheila last night, just the four of us. We spoke about...everything! Our own different childhoods. Yours and Chloe's different upbringings. We spoke about our earliest memories of you. Your Dad and Shelia spoke about their earliest memories of Chloe. We spoke about you and Chloe. About your friendship, your relationship, your future." Jerry paused, a twinkle in his eye, and Beca couldn't help the way her mouth had dropped open in shock. Had The Beale's really managed to change her father's attitude to this whole situation?!

"By the time we met with your Dad and Sheila for breakfast this morning, he had become completely taken with the idea that you and Chloe would be getting married today. And that you'd be spending the rest of your lives happily together." Sue added sweetly.

Beca didn't know what to say. She was stunned. But she also had to see her father to believe that what they were saying was true. She watched as Jerry pulled a flat box out of his pants pocket and held it out to her, "Both sets of us parents agreed – well...Sue and Sheila both decided, but we men agreed – that we should provide you and Chloe with something to mark your special day. So your Dad and Sheila are over with Chloe presenting her with the gift they picked out for her. And this is the gift we picked out for you."

The Beale's smiled kindly at Beca as the young woman took the small box and opened it. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes lay on a beautiful gold necklace, that had a delicate gold chain, and a tiny gold letter 'B' on it. Beca could feel her nose begin to tingle, a sign that tears were beginning to well up in her head, and she let out a light sniff as she beamed up at the couple before her.

"It's perfect. Thank you so much." She croaked awkwardly, having never been great at receiving gifts.

"Would you like me to...?" Sue offered, motioning to the necklace in the box and Beca nodded. And as the woman gently secured the jewellery around her neck, Beca smiled to herself. So that was why Aubrey had insisted that she didn't wear a necklace. She must've known this was The Beale's and The Mitchell's intention. "There." Sue said finally and moved back around to stand by her husband's side.

"I'd better be getting over to Chloe. Can't be long now." Jerry said gently to Beca and the brunette nodded, somewhat overwhelmed by the visit. She really was thrilled to be joining this great family. She received one last hug from Jerry, then from Sue, then she stood awkwardly as they both stepped out of the private canopy, letting the 'door' fall shut behind them.

Beca turned back to the mirror, a soft smile back on her face again, bringing her hand up to the small gold 'B' that hung around her neck, resting just below her collar bone and a few millimeters above the fabric of the smart black jumpsuit she was wearing. She let out a content sigh. This was going to be okay. Right? Everything was going to go to plan.

Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes looked up at the reflection of the 'door' as it 'opened' and her father stepped inside. He looked somewhat sheepish, but Beca noticed a softness to his expression that she'd never seen before. At least, not in her memory. She turned to face him.

"Wow Beca, you look..." Cal began, and Beca held her breath, having never seen her father lost for words before. Well, not for any good reason. But the man simply exhaled, smiling softly at his daughter as he eventually finished with a kind, "...beautiful."

"Thanks Dad." Beca managed to say, still fairly overwhelmed with everything. And she hadn't even walked down the aisle yet. What was she going to be like when she got to Chloe? "You look pretty awesome yourself." And a coy smile swept across her face. It was weird to see her father looking this...relaxed. She wasn't sure if she'd ever seen him this relaxed. But perhaps she'd just never really wanted to take any notice of her father in the past. She'd always been full of so much anger and resentment towards him before.

"I was just with Chloe." Cal said, motioning over his shoulder towards the 'door' with his thumb.

"So I heard..." Beca said with some caution, her smile wavering, and to her surprise her father didn't become defensive or rude. He just...smiled.

"She looks stunning, Bec. You're..." Cal paused to let out a small chuckle, loving the look on his daughter's face right now, "...you're gonna be blown away when you see her."

"I'm blown away every time I see her Dad." Beca said in a slightly amused tone, her eyebrows raising, "I've been blown away by her for years."

"I know." Cal began, before swallowing loudly. He seemed to shuffle his feet and Beca was sure that had he been wearing a tie he would probably be fiddling with it right now. "Listen, Beca, I want to apologize for the way I've been behaving over the years towards you. And in particular the way I've behaved towards Chloe." Beca couldn't help the way her mouth dropped open in surprise. Because her father was apologising. He never apologised! "The past twenty four hours that I've spent with The Beale's...it's shown me what being in a family should be like. It's shown me what I've lacked in my role as your father. And I know I will never be able to make up for the way I've behaved over the years but..." Beca hadn't ever seen her father cry in her adult life. She'd seen him cry when she'd been a teenager. When he'd come home to find out that her mother had left them. But he just didn't cry much. Which was why it was a little uncomfortable seeing tears in his eyes at that moment in time, "...I hope that from today you'll forgive me. I hope you can forgive me. And I hope that from today and for the rest of my life I can be the father you need and want me to be."

Beca was stunned into silence. All that remained was the tiny smile that poked out of the corners of her mouth as she looked up at her father. The two Mitchell's stood, motionless for a couple of moments. Beca trying to process her father's apology and offer. Cal waiting with baited breath for his daughter's response. Then, out of nowhere, Beca dove forward and threw her arms around her father's waist.

Cal froze, having not had any form of affection like this from his daughter in over fifteen years. He'd missed the feel of her small arms around his waist, even though he wasn't one for affection himself. And a soft smile grew on his face as he heard his daughter mumble, "Thanks Dad" in a relieved tone. Cal Mitchell gently brought his arms around his daughter's petite body and held her tight for what he imagined would be one of the last times. Beca had never been one for affection and he couldn't imagine she'd start now all of a sudden. This was a one-off. And he'd make the most of it.

After a few moments they parted, both with tears in their eyes as they sniffed and grinned at one another. Cal cleared his throat, "You know, I never imagined you ever getting married on the beach. You always hated the ocean."

Beca cleared her own throat, letting out a light chuckle, "Yeah well Chloe loves the beach, and the sun, and the ocean..." and she paused, looking up into her father's green eyes, shrugging as though what she was saying was the most simplest thing on the planet, "...and I love her. So long as she's happy then I'm happy."

A soft smile grew on Cal's face as he looked down at his daughter's face. All he'd ever wanted for her was to be content. Sure, for a long time he couldn't see how she could possibly be content with Chloe, but now he could. Chloe did everything within her power to make Beca happy. The Beale's had told him all about it over dinner last night. About how all through college Chloe had supported and encouraged his daughter to be the very best version of herself. Chloe had always believed in Beca when nobody else had. And that was when Cal Mitchell realised that his daughter really had found the one for her. Even if that one was another women.

"And so long as you're happy then I'm happy, Sprout." Cal said to his daughter softly, and Beca raised her eyebrows, recognising the nickname her father had once used all through her childhood.

"I am happy Dad." Beca replied quietly, a calm smile on her face.

"Then I'm happy too." Cal confirmed with a gentle nod and an equally calm smile. "And lucky you to feel that way with your first marriage!" He added brightly.

Beca turned to check her reflection one last time, "This isn't going to be my first marriage Dad." She said confidently, and she smiled when she saw his hesitation. She looked up at his face and raised her eyebrows, "This is going to be my only marriage."

Cal Mitchell looked at his daughter as she smoothed her hands down the front of her outfit. A black jumpsuit wasn't exactly what he'd ever imagined his daughter would wear on her wedding day. But it was very Beca. The man looked at her with pride. Because Beca had done exactly what she'd wanted to do with her life. The career she'd dreamt of since a teen. She'd stuck to her guns, working hard with grit and determination, finally becoming the very thing she had so stubbornly insisted she'd one day become: a music producer. And she now lived in LA, just as she'd always said she would, earning good money. The only slight change in her life dream – and the one that Cal admitted had taken him most by surprise – was that the person by his daughter's side through all of it, and the person she was about to marry, was a woman. Chloe no less. The girl who Beca had actually talked a lot about back when she'd been in college, but that Cal hadn't really taken much notice of.

"Are you feeling nervous?" The man asked his daughter, but Beca turned slowly on the spot with a calm smile. She shook her head gently.

"Not any more." Beca replied confidently, "Just…excited I guess."

Cal raised his eyebrows with pleasant surprise and Beca let out a light chuckle as her father said, "Wow. Well, I hadn't ever thought you'd get excited about getting married."

"Me either. But here we are!" Beca added, just as Aubrey and Stacie stepped through the canopy 'door' with big grins on their faces.

"Beca you look amazing!" Aubrey said with a gasp, her mouth immediately closing when Stacie nudged her in the ribs, giving her a playfully disapproving look. But as Aubrey looked up at her girlfriend to apologise Stacie simply grinned at her and the two resumed their focus on the bride-to-be.

"Are you ready?" Stacie asked in an encouraging manner and Beca took a deep breath.

"Yeah." she said with a calm sigh, "Yeah I'm ready. I-Is Chloe?"

Aubrey and Stacie both appeared to let out amused chuckles behind their huge smiles.

"Very ready."

"And very excited."

"And emotional."

"Em-Emotional?" Beca stuttered, her smile dropping for a moment. Was she re-thinking things?

Aubrey appeared to notice the hesitation and stepped forward to place an assuring hand on Beca's shoulder, smiling encouragingly down at the petite brunette.

"She's about to finally marry the love of her life. The woman she's adored since she was twenty one." The blonde said and Beca took a deep shaky breath as Aubrey continued, "She's ready for you Beca."

Beca just nodded slowly, a soft smile wiping on her face as Aubrey hugged her, then Stacie handed her a small bunch of yellow gerberas. Chloe's favourite flower, and the type of flower they'd decided to include in their wedding today.

"You know the drill yeah?" Stacie asked as she stepped back from the quick hug she'd given the smaller brunette, "The music will start, the canopy doors will open, you both walk towards the centre."

Beca nodded firmly, butterflies beginning to flutter in her stomach as she watched two of her closest friends step out of her canopy, the 'door' flowing shut again. And suddenly Beca became hyper aware of how quiet it had become. There was still the sound of the waves hitting the shore nearby. The sound of the light warm breeze drifting across the fabric of the canopy 'walls'. And the little voice of Chloe's youngest niece, Ellie, piping up, asking her mother why she had to be quiet.

Then suddenly music began playing. It was a track by an artist that Chloe adored, this song of which she had played over and over again over the past few years, though she strongly maintained that the lyrics weren't necessarily the reason why she loved it so much. She mostly loved the melody. So Beca had managed to pull some strings, call some contacts, and had got hold of an instrumental version of 'Photograph' by Ed Sheeran. The perk of working in the music industry and starting to make a name for herself as a legitimate music producers.

Beca took a deep breath, looking to her father who glanced at her slightly nervously. He wasn't someone who liked being the centre of attention much, so this was quite a big step for him too. Walking out in front of a tonne of people they didn't really know – most being part of Chloe's extended family.

Cal offered his arm, and Beca took it just as the 'door' to the canopy they were stood under was pulled back by Johnny and Ryan Beale. Beca took another deep breath, and stepped out into the morning sunshine. She blinked for a moment, trying to let her blue eyes adjust to the light while light gasps and cops were sounded from the guests all stood to her right. Then her heart skipped a beat.

There, up ahead of her, was the central meeting point where the official ceremony would be taking place. And just beyond that stood Chloe, her arm looped in Jerry's arm, stood outside the canopy she'd been getting ready in this morning. A huge smile brushed over Beca's face the second her eyes met Chloe's, adoring the signature Beale grin that was on the other woman's face.

Chloe's hair had also been styled in a very similar fashion to Beca's. Her long red hair flowing down her back in loose waves while two locks of it – one from each side – had been plaited back, presumably joined at the back of her head with a small hair tie. Beca loved it when Chloe had her hair down and she thought it funny that they would both instruct Cynthia-Rose to style their hair in a very similar way.

The redhead wore a beautiful white dress, a-line in style, beginning at the top with a laced v-neck, running down over her beautifully toned body and ending just above her ankles. Chloe looked as though she was very close to bursting into tears as she and her father slowly began making their way down their own little aisle towards the centre of the ceremony area. Beca and Cal also slowly began walking towards the centre. Beca didn't care that everyone was watching her. She didn't really care that anyone else was here. Because her entire focus. Her entire being was drawn to the very woman who was staring back at her adoringly as they slowly approached one another.

They came to a stop mere inches from one another, they both turned to their respective fathers. As Beca received a rather awkward kiss on the cheek from her father, she noticed Sheila approach beside them, gently taking the small bouquet of yellow gerberas from her hands, and Beca smiled gratefully at her step-mother. She turned to see that Sue Beale had done the same for Chloe, though Chloe had also thrown her arms around her mother's neck to thank her. Beca noticed tears rolling down Jerry's cheeks and she wondered how long the man had been crying for. She'd never really seen a man cry happy tears before.

The parents stepped back from their respective daughters, and Beca finally took hold of Chloe's hands, unable to help the massive grin on her face as she looked into Chloe's bright blue eyes.

"Hey." Chloe whispered with a big smile.

"Hey." Beca replied with a whisper, "You look really beautiful."

And Beca thought she noticed her fiancee blush slightly as Chloe bit her bottom lip for a brief moment then glanced down Beca's body for a moment before looking back up into her eyes, "You look really beautiful too." Then the two women, and the guests all facing them, let out light chuckles and giggles as Alba, donning a beautiful new yellow collar to match the gerberas that her owners had been carrying, laid on the ground between them, her body protectively over both their feet.

Beca and Chloe looked back up at one another, their smiles softening and a calm wave rushing over both their bodies as the woman conducting their wedding ceremony whispered to them, "Are you both ready?"

And Beca and Chloe both nodded. They were ready.