A/N: Once again, thank you to everyone who has taken this journey with me. I love you all and hope you enjoyed the ride!

~S~

"Did I hear Chloe correctly this morning? You're all going to be moving in together?" Emily threw popcorn towards Stacie's mouth and gave a fist bump when it made it in. "Because I actually think that would be awesome."

"No, you did not." Stacie said once she finished chewing. "You overheard the end of a conversation about another conversation Aubrey and I had last night while naked and distracted."

She was feeling very content, very playful and extremely relaxed after spending a few more hours naked with Aubrey after her last class. Not to say she didn't want to drag Aubrey off into her bedroom for round whatever count they were up to, but she could wait until the rest were gone tomorrow.

Maybe.

"Oh my god. Gross!" Emily slammed her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, hunching down into the armchair. "Why did you have to say that?"

"You asked," Chloe said as she came walked into Stacie's living room with the stack of pizza boxes that had just been delivered and set them in the middle of the coffee table. "Of course she's going to answer. Oops, we need plates and napkins." She turned to the kitchen.

"Because I didn't know the context! I wouldn't have asked if I had!" Emily complained to Chloe's retreating back, setting the popcorn bowl on the table as well. "I could've lived without the context." She picked up another piece of popcorn and threw it at Stacie. "You are a terrible cousin."

Beca was walking back from the bathroom as it arced overhead and she snagged it out of the air and popped it into her mouth. Just as neatly, Stacie's arms reached out and yanked Beca down to sprawl across her lap.

"Hey!" Beca flailed for a second before realizing she wasn't falling anymore. "I am not Aubrey, why are you cuddling me?"

"You were there and stole my popcorn." Stacie shrugged, not knowing what spurred her impulse but happy with the outcome. Beca's head drew back and she stared at her, wide eyed and Stacie's lips twitched in amusement.

"Even if it weren't already chewed and swallowed, I would not be giving you back the popcorn from my mouth!" She blinked at her and then at Aubrey when she pulled Beca's legs into her lap where she was seated on Stacie's right. "Seriously?" But she didn't get up and that acceptance made Stacie happy.

"You three look adorable, by the way. The real question is," Chloe asked as she rejoined them with a stack of paper plates and a roll of paper towels. "Would you have tried to hand it back to her or let her come after it herself - without using her hands?" She set them down on the table before sitting cross-legged on the floor next to it in front of the empty spot on the couch where Beca had originally been sitting. "And can Aubrey and I watch."

"Why did I agree to this?" Emily groaned and dropped her head into her hands. "I knew not a single one of you would behave. Each of you individually are worse than the sum of all the sex crazed teens in my high school and now that your powers are combined you're unstoppable."

"I wouldn't say we've combined yet," Chloe said and then, in the same breath, "Here's some pizza, Em."

Sighing Emily dropped her hands and took the offered plate. "I am still totally leaving after the movie, by the way. I am not staying the night in the hormone hotel."

"But you'll miss out on Aubrey's French toast in the morning!" Beca rubbed her belly. "No one should ever turn that down."

"It'll be okay, Em. You and I can share Stacie's bed, Stacie can have the couch and Beca and Aubrey can have the spare room," Chloe said, handing a loaded plate to Aubrey.

"Why do I get the couch?" Stacie pouted, squeezing Beca like she was a stuffed animal.

"Because it's your house, Bucky, and we're the guests." Beca patted her arms then reached for the plate that Chloe was holding out. Chloe caught Stacie's eye and winked in amused affection as she looked up at the two of them. "It's only polite."

Bemused, Stacie pushed her lip out in a pout. "But why can't I share my own bed with Emily and Chloe? We've done that plenty of times."

"So Aubrey can sneak out and share the couch with you, obviously." Beca paused with a slice of pizza halfway to her mouth as she realized they were watching her. "Why are all of you staring at me?"

"Because we're wondering how long it's going to take you to realize you're still in Stacie's lap," Aubrey told her sweetly.

"I'm what?" Beca looked down as the rest of them burst into laughter. "Holy shit. Why… how… the fuck?"

"Because she's comfy to snuggle with," Emily told her, beaming. "She used to hold me when I was sick and sing to me. It's the only time I felt better until it had passed." She sighed mournfully. "I really missed that when she moved."

"Okay that… is adorably cute," Beca pointed at her. "And you're not wrong about the comfy. But I am not eating pizza in your lap. Can I have my legs back, Aubrey?"

"I suppose," Aubrey sighed dramatically and lifted her arms as Beca set her plate on the table.

Stacie helped Beca out of her lap and to her feet, swatting her rear since it was right there and she was never one to pass up opportunity. Beca spun around to glare at her, giving Aubrey the chance to reach out and pinch her while Chloe ran a hand up the inside of her thigh. Beca yelped and jumped backward, thankfully missing the coffee table though only by mere inches.

"I hate all of you." She went the long way around the table. "Except Emily. She hasn't assaulted my person." She took her seat next to Aubrey and shoulder bumped her. "Can you hand me my plate babe?"

As Aubrey leaned over to get it she shared a smile with Stacie. "She loves me."

"I know I do," Stacie said softly, tucking a strand of Aubrey's hair behind her ear as she handed Beca's plate to her.

"Yeah?" Aubrey turned back to her with a shy smile. The rest of the conversation swirled around them but Stacie ignored it for the moment as Aubrey leaned back toward her. "Then you won't mind if I sneak out to the couch to make out in the middle of the night?"

Stacie tilted her head and leaned forward the extra inch to slide their lips together. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't." She hummed as several throats cleared around them. "I think we've got an audience again."

Aubrey shrugged. "I'm getting used to it." She sat back up and they both ignored the grins they were getting.

Chloe had settled against Beca's legs and gave Stacie a quick wink. "Okay, but Emily does have a point."

"That you're all too horny for my mental state?" Emily stuck her tongue out when Stacie flipped her off.

"That we should all live together." Chloe took a drink of her soda when Beca snorted. "Ever since you said it this morning it's been in my mind."

"I actually… kind of agree," Aubrey said thoughtfully.

"You do?" Stacie turned and brought her leg up underneath her to face Aubrey fully. "You sound actually serious." Not that she was against it and in fact had loved the idea since the night before. It just felt right and made so much damn sense to her. But she had thought the others had considered everything they'd said this morning as just four friends goofing around and teasing each other.

"I am," Aubrey shrugged and wiped her lips with a paper towel. "I mean, think about it. It may be too soon to be this sure about things, but I get the feeling you and I are going to be spending more time together than apart, at one of our houses. Life would be simpler if we moved together."

"Okay, okay. This is faster than even the worst lesbian U-Haul joke," Beca pointed out. "You can't be serious."

Chloe turned and put her arm on Beca's legs. "Are you saying you don't want to be with me as often as possible?" She gave Beca a patented Chloe Beale Pout that never failed to make Stacie cave and it looked like Beca was going to be no exception.

Beca made a face. "If anyone else had said that to me I'd already be out the door calling an Uber. That is a danger sign of clingy and I don't do clingy." She reached down and stroked her fingertips through Chloe's hair before curling a lock around her finger. "But since you said it… It's barely been a day but… you're not wrong and I don't think I can argue too much."

"Not right away, of course." Aubrey said after another bite. "But like, maybe in six months we see where things stand and think about it then."

"You think you'll get tired of me in six months?" Stacie pouted again, not even remotely serious and making sure it showed. She had no doubts that they were on the same page there. Something this big required a lot of real conversations, serious ones, despite the fact that her heart said they weren't necessary.

"Never know," Aubrey said airily. "I could find someone better in bed." Beca almost choked on her mouthful of pizza and Aubrey turned to pat her on the back. "Sorry Beca."

Beca coughed for another few seconds then gratefully took the can of soda Chloe handed her. "Never try to ugly laugh while you're eating pizza. The cheese tried to go down the air hole and that's a bitch to get back out."

"Did you just say 'air hole'?" Chloe let out a giggle and shook her head. "That's your go to? 'Air hole'?"

"It's so much easier to remember in the moment than 'windpipe'," Beca shrugged and took another bite, chewing carefully. "When I was little I called it a blowhole because my parents took me on a whale watching boat once and their spray was the coolest thing I'd ever seen."

"You… are priceless and I am definitely in love with you." Chloe tilted her head up and without hesitation despite the instant blush to her cheeks, Beca leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. "So you're not allowed to choke on food in your air hole anymore."

"Aw," Emily cooed. "This was almost worth the mental scarring I know I'm about to get tonight." She batted away the paper towel Chloe threw at her without looking.

Aubrey leaned against Stacie's side. "So, for the record, since we're in front of our best friends and family." Stacie looked at her, brows knitting in confusion. "I will forever be grateful that you were the one who innocently parked your bike in my slot."

Beca let out a high pitched snicker that she quickly muffled with her napkin. "Sorry." She set down her pizza and waved with her other hand. "Sorry."

"No you're not, B. You said it that way just to trigger her gutter mind, didn't you?" Stacie laughed when Aubrey only grinned at her. "But you still want to wait six months before living with me?"

"It's the sane thing to do," Aubrey sighed. "While I've talked to Emily and Chloe for a couple years, that's still different than really starting to get to know them this past day. And you…" Aubrey put her left hand on Stacie's thigh and squeezed. "I know we said it earlier but really, we've only spent maybe a combined 24 hours in each other's presence." She gave Stacie a soft smile that caused her heart to pang and beat faster. "But… no. I don't want to wait. It's stupid and impulsive but I would move in with you tomorrow if it were possible."

"I mean, it is." Beca shrugged when they all looked at her. "You just have to figure out which house you want and sell the other. The bitch is that you'd still have to pay for it until it sold." She sat back, her plate on her lap. "Which is ultimately the same thing you'll be doing even if you kept separate houses anyway – you'd just lose the safety net of having a backup house once it sells." She pursed her lips. "Suppose you could always do short term rentals to folks if you're really worried about compatibility and don't want to lose the house. But if we're really going to do this – and honestly it sounds like fun until it goes horribly wrong – might as well just wait and we all move at once. I think I've only got three months left on my current agreement anyway."

"A good point, Starfish." Beca made a face as Stacie looked down at Chloe, struck by a thought. "You also like to somehow take up more than your share of the bed –"

"Which is 'fun' when the three of us have a sleepover," Emily added with a roll of her eyes. "Somehow I wake up with Stacie's arm over my face or her knee in my back."

"Sorry, Em." Stacie said contritely though she smiled at the memories. "But I was more just curious how that'd work when you're both fighting for maximum sprawl space."

"Just means we'll have to get a bigger bed," Chloe said easily. "I may have gotten bored at work and done a casual search after talking earlier." Beca perked up and opened her mouth but was interrupted.

"Nope." Emily said immediately. "I don't need the exact context to know I don't want to know."

"Probably best," Chloe patted her leg comfortingly. "But… back to Aubrey's point about waiting."

"I hate that I made it," Aubrey sighed. "It's that stupid lawyer part of my brain that thinks things through to the point where it's all mapped out and there's no spontaneity. Getting away from that is why I moved."

"That was an impulse that worked out." Beca turned to her. "And not just because you met me and I'm fucking awesome. You've made a new life here and I know how much you hated your old one as a drone."

"I love how confident you are," Stacie said through a laugh.

"You're saying I'm not fucking awesome?" Beca's eyebrows went up.

Stacie decided to answer that as stated and not as her brain wanted her to because Emily would laugh first but probably just get up and walk out the door. "I didn't say that. I knew from the second we met that we were going to be great friends one day."

"You mean 'day one'," Beca nodded with satisfaction. "I feel the same about you, Bucky."

"One of us needs to have the ability to hit the brakes," Chloe offered. "And it's going to take us a while to find a place that would suit all of us." Aubrey started nodding slowly. "Assuming we all agreed to actually do it." She shifted so she could look at them and Emily equally without having to crane her neck around. "And I'm in, by the way – I'm so in. I think it would be fun to have you all as roommates."

"What about you, Em?" Stacie asked, reaching for another slice of pizza and setting it on her plate while she leaned back.

"Me?" Emily shook her head rapidly. "No, no way."

"What?" Stacie frowned. "Seriously?" That definitely wasn't the answer she had expected.

"Seriously."

"She does sound Dixie Chick Serious," Beca said casually, not even flinching when Aubrey thumped her in the leg. Stacie smiled as she remembered singing what she'd already begun thinking of as their song to Aubrey before falling asleep.

"Unless my bedroom had the best soundproofing in the world, there's no way I would live with the four of you." Emily shook her head. "While I will be over almost every single night, I will definitely be going home to sleep."

"What about a house with one of those detached in-law apartments or guest house?" Aubrey said reasonably and the room fell silent as they all considered.

Stacie had been about to teasingly whine about wanting her favorite cousin close but all she could do was look at Aubrey in awe. "Oh my god you're brilliant." She got a shy grin in response and a pat on her thigh.

Emily chewed thoughtfully on the last of her crust. "Actually… that's… not a bad idea."

"Woo!" Stacie held up her hand toward her cousin, just out of reach. "Air high five!"

"You two are such dorks and I love you," Chloe laughed as the two of them slapped the air in front of them. She lifted the lid of the pizza box so Emily could take another piece.

"Between the five of us we should be able to afford something like that, right?" Beca frowned. "Not that the shop makes a ton of money but I can afford more than the apartment I've been renting."

"We'll revisit tomorrow, once we've all had some real sleep?" Chloe looked around as they nodded. "And probably several more conversations over the next few months."

"Because as much as I am into this idea," Beca agreed. "There are a lot of things to be worked out before we start looking."

"Figuring out a price range, how many rooms… I know Beca's going to need space for storing gear and… oh god we're going to have so many cars." Aubrey shook her head. "I used to laugh at those listings where they had three bedrooms and three garages but now we're going to need to be those pretentious assholes. Can we afford that?"

"That's not something we have to figure out tonight. We save it for another day," Stacie offered. "Who knows, maybe this won't even work and this magical house doesn't exist."

"It does." Chloe interrupted. "We'll find it."

Emily was nodding before she'd finished. "Now that I can picture it safely from a guest house, yeah. She's right." She bounced in her chair. "This is gonna be awesome!"

"This definitely calls for a toast," Stacie said, wiping off pizza grease from her fingers. "Mixer for the coke or should I break out the wine?"

"Vodka please," Emily said through a mouthful of pizza, belatedly covering her mouth while she chewed. "Sorry."

"Gross." Stacie shook her head. "I know Aunt K taught you better than that. You three good with that or want something else?" She stood to a chorus of 'yes please' and headed to the kitchen, aware that Aubrey had followed her in.

"Glasses are in that cupboard," Stacie pointed as she opened the freezer and took out the bottle she kept there and a small bag of ice. Aubrey moved past her with a kiss to her shoulder blade and began taking five glasses out and setting them on the counter. "So, living together already?"

"Once the kneejerk fear was out of the way," Aubrey turned and leaned against the counter. "Doesn't it feel like we're supposed to?"

"Yes." Stacie closed the freezer and turned to set the bottle beside the glasses and the bag in the sink. She took a step forward and pressed against Aubrey. "Almost anyone else and I'd assume that I was in that 'new love' feeling that leads to all the U-Haul jokes and never seriously consider it but…" She leaned forward and found Aubrey's mouth already parting for her. It was slow but deep; a dangerous combination despite their time together earlier in the evening. She felt Aubrey's hands shift to her waist, always pulling her ever closer and Stacie's pulse sped up.

"Don't make me send Beca in there after you," Chloe yelled at them. "Who knows what'll happen this time."

"Hey!" Beca objected. "I'm not drunk yet; I might be able to pry them apart without being affected by their lust aura."

Chloe's laugh filled the living room. "That's totes the best way to put it but also I don't know if you can."

"Nothing," Emily yelled back over Beca's indignant squawk. "Nothing will happen because I can see into the kitchen from here and I know where the knives are."

Laughing, Stacie pulled back and rested their foreheads together. "So, we're really in this?" Stacie thought she could spend a lifetime looking into the eyes so close to hers and never be able to name all the shades of color she could see in them.

"With each other?" Aubrey smiled. "Or with them?"

"Yes." Stacie said simply. She wanted it all. She wanted Aubrey. She wanted her best friend, her new friend and her cousin all living with her. That feeling of need and belonging wasn't something she had ever wanted before and she felt she should be terrified at wanting and needing anyone this much but all she felt was equal measures of calm and excitement at the prospect.

"We're all going to kill each other, being underfoot like that," Aubrey pointed out. "You are aware of that? You've seen me; I can be a little… irrational… sometimes, when I get an idea stuck in my head."

"You're not alone in that. Chloe's been known to have a good freak out or three, and -" she raised her voice. "Sorry Beca, but I'm sure I'm going to find something annoying about you eventually."

"The first time you wake me up on a day I get to sleep in," Beca promised. "Wrath. You will know it."

"Looking forward to it," Stacie assured her and forced herself to take a step back from Aubrey. "I'm certainly going to have my own moments where you'd like to strangle me… But I really think between those times we're all going to be laughing our asses off because we are all fucking amazing." She took a deep breath, trying to find words to explain the certainty she felt. "And I don't know how but we all seem to fit together perfectly and I think we'll balance each other out." Stacie shrugged. "And Emily will be there to referee if needed and keep us in check."

"If we can find a place and if we all still agree." Aubrey ran her hand down Stacie's arm. "There's a lot that has to happen and we might not."

"We will." Stacie didn't know how she knew but she could feel it in her bones that it would happen and probably a lot sooner than any of them thought possible.

"Then yeah, I'm in." Aubrey nodded once. "I am so fucking in with all of you lunatics."

Stacie kissed her again, quickly because if she let herself linger she wouldn't be able to stop, and forced herself to turn away to dig the ancient drink mixer she'd gotten from her grandfather out of the silverware drawer.

"Aubrey," Chloe sighed from the living room. "You of all people should know you can't say fucking in front of Beca."

"Is she giggling like a nine year old boy?" Aubrey grinned and helped Stacie add ice to their glasses.

"She's turning red trying to hold it in, but yes," Emily answered when Chloe started laughing.

"I can't help it!" Beca defended herself. "Aubrey rarely curses and I love it each and every time." There was a pause. "Plus it drops me into the gutter."

"You never leave the gutter, let's be honest." Aubrey carefully picked up four of the glasses and headed back to the living room. Stacie put the ice back in the freezer and snagged a 2 liter of Coke from the fridge. Picking up the mixer, remaining glass and bottles, Stacie followed her out. "You've lived in the gutter as long as I've known you."

"Guilty," Beca said as they came back in. "It's all part of my charm."

Aubrey set the glasses down before sitting back down next to Beca. "You keep telling yourself that." She poured the remainder of her can of Coke into one of the glasses, the rest following suit.

Stacie pulled the cover off the pour spout and began adding a generous amount of vodka to everyone's glass. As she put the cover back on, Emily was already topping them all off with the 2 liter and Beca had picked up the mixer.

"Holy shit, I haven't seen one of these in years!" She pressed the button on the side and the diamond shaped end began to spin. "My grandpa had one of these and I always loved it!" She stopped it for a second and put it in her drink and turned it back on, her smile turning wistful.

"Gramps had a whole bar set up downstairs," Stacie smiled back at her. "He had a pool table set up in the middle of the room, a fireplace along one side, a piano in one corner and along the same wall he had a full bar."

"One of us would play bartender and we'd pretend to order drinks." Emily added, smiling when Beca handed her the mixer. "Used playing cards as cash."

"Did you ever actually sneak the booze?" Aubrey asked, leaning back against Stacie.

"Nope," Stacie laughed. "We never even considered it. It was all 7-Up or Pepsi and make-believe. God those were good times." She smiled at her cousin and the memory. "Several of our families would gather for the big holidays in their narrow ass two story duplex. We never fit but somehow we made it work."

"Most of us kids would spend the time downstairs, pretending we could shoot pool." Emily handed the mixer to Chloe who took care of Stacie's and Aubrey's drinks before her own. "We'd even eat our dinner at the bar. I still don't know how we didn't drop our plates going down those death trap stairs."

"Youthful luck." Stacie reached out and handed Aubrey her glass and then took her own. Lifting it, she looked around at her newly forged family. Sentimental, sure, but that didn't make it less true for all the speed in which it had happened. "A toast?"

"How about to new friends?" Emily lifted her glass.

"New family," Chloe corrected, always able to read Stacie's mind in a way she should have found worrisome.

"You guys better not make me cry before I've had enough to drink to blame it on," Beca said. "I gave up on family long ago. Then Aubrey found me and now you guys…" She shook her head, blinking a few times. "To family."

They all clinked their glasses together and took a drink.

"And," Aubrey said, raising her glass a second time. "To the joys of house hunting."

After they'd clinked and sipped, Stacie angled a little so she could see Beca. "Hey, Beca. I hear you know karate."

"What?" Beca made a face. "That's a physical activity and I make it a point to avoid physical activity." She held up a finger when Aubrey drew breath. "Riding bikes and sex do not reside in the same level of physical activity that kicking people in the face does."

"It does it you do it right," Chloe said as she grabbed another slice of pizza.

Stacie eyed her cousin but Emily only shrugged. "I can't argue even if I don't want to hear my sister from another mother talk about it."

"What is this conversation? Why do you even think that?" Beca took another drink and eyed her warily.

"Aubrey told me that you were up and ready to defend her honor at the slightest sound while she was injured." Stacie grinned when Beca groaned at her.

"You told her?" She nudged Aubrey's knee with her own. "Snitch."

"Well," Aubrey drawled. "I was actually telling her about forgetting I couldn't put weight on it and that I dropped to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. Telling her about waking you was just a bonus."

Chloe and Emily were looking between them but Chloe waved her hand. "Care to fill us in?"

"I yelled when I fell, breaking a lamp in the process and woke Beca up," Aubrey explained. "She was on her feet before her eyes were open and her hands were in prime chopping position." Aubrey lifted hers and demonstrated. "I'd have expected fists to punch like a scrappy boxer but I'd have been wrong."

"Maybe your new nickname should be Karate Kid," Stacie declared. "But I will likely shorten that to just Kid."

"Aren't I older than you?" Beca asked, exasperated. "I accepted Starfish but I think I even prefer Boobs McGee over Karate Kid."

"You don't get to choose nicknames, Beca," Aubrey admonished sweetly. "They're given by those who love you and know you well." She leaned over and kissed her cheek. "It means a lot that you are willing to defend me in my time of need."

"Yeah yeah," Beca muttered though her lips twitched into a grin. "You're my person."

"See? You love me." Aubrey leaned over and pulled her into a hug. "You're my person too."

"Aw, that's so cute." Emily hopped out of her chair. "Movie time!"

"Nothing sappy," Beca pleaded as Aubrey let her go. "Can we have action and explosions? And definitely not Karate Kid?"

"Sure," Emily said easily, looking through Stacie's collection. "Popcorn movies are fun and it gives me an excuse to make more before I have more pizza."

Aubrey slid over and Stacie put an arm around her. "We'll find a romantic drama you'll like one day, Becs."

Beca snorted. "You should know better by now than to say such things."

Chloe looked up at them. "Is there room for me on the couch?"

"There's maybe some room between Beca and I," Aubrey said. "But it's up to you if you wanna squish in or stretch out across us."

"I'll squish," Chloe said as she stood. "Though that really almost leads to a horror movie cuddle, since I have someone to grab on either side."

"Ooh!" Emily swiftly pulled a case from shelf and stepped to the TV. "An even better idea." She stopped and turned to them. "Unless you guys don't do horror?"

"Aubrey laughs her ass off," Beca said as she scooted to the arm of the couch so Chloe could sit down. "So we're good."

Emily sighed. "I usually jump but we've seen this one enough that I have most of the jump scares down. Have you seen Cabin in the Woods?"

"That's actually one of my favorites," Aubrey laughed. "If you get freaked out you can have my spot and cuddle your cousin." She paused and shrugged. "Or lay across our laps, I suppose."

"Deal." Emily put the disc in the player and turned off the lamp in the corner, leaving the room lit by the TV and the kitchen behind them.

"Did you know," Chloe said idly as she reached for her drink again and took a sip. "That they have beds you can buy that are twelve feet across?"

"Chloe, you and Beca are the shortest people I know. What on earth would you need with an expanse like that?" Stacie laughed then broke off when Chloe shot her a sly grin and wiggled her eyebrows. "Oh my god,woman!"

"Dirty bird," Aubrey said in admiration. "You'll have to tell me more."

"I'm out," Emily declared and popped up out of the armchair she'd just settled in. "You've now put the forbidden image in my head and it's all I'm going to see when I look at the four of you."

"Wait wait," Chloe laughed and reached over Beca to grab her wrist as she went by the couch. Stacie had seen the grin Emily tried to hide and knew she wasn't going to leave. "I'm sorry, I'll behave. I've just been sitting on that since this afternoon and couldn't hold it in anymore. Come cuddle with us."

Stacie picked up the remote and started the movie as Emily allowed herself to be pulled back around the couch. Beca had already pulled one of the throw pillows from behind her back and set it on her lap. As Emily carefully stretched out across their laps, Stacie felt like the Grinch as her heart swelled with affection and gratitude for the women in her life.

It wasn't that she hadn't loved and felt love in return before now. It was that she hadn't expected a family beyond Emily and Chloe. She'd never found it important before pure chance had brought it into her life and now she couldn't imagine her life without them.

She was in.

She was so fucking in.

A/N: I don't know if I would've finished this without the support of a lot of people, Maus and Kim being at the top of that list.

One day I may revisit this series because we all know the four of them end up together. I have some very vague ideas about a secondary plot line about training to beat DSM in a race - I know nothing about racing so I don't know if I could pull that off convincingly even if it takes place behind the scenes.