Beca stood patiently at the arrivals gate at LAX, her heart racing a little in excitement and anticipation. It had been a long six days apart, but she was finally going to be reunited with Chloe. And this time for good. None of this ridiculous 'Beca having to stay over in LA for several days while Chloe stayed in New York'. No, this was it. Today marked the day that they had officially relocated to LA!

Normally whenever Chloe arrived at LAX, Beca had a bunch of flowers ready for her but today all she had was one single yellow gerbera. Chloe's favourite type of flower in her most favourite colour. Because today was a big day and the start of several very important surprises.

"Okay, Beca, what the hell is going on with these bachelorette parties?" Beca furrowed her brow slightly as she heard Aubrey's voice swinging clearly down the phone to her, "Because I've got several ideas for Chloe's but Stacie has no idea what to do for yours."

Beca wandered over to the huge glass doors that ran across the length of the lounge of the LA apartment that she was looking around on behalf of her record label, who had offered to buy an apartment with a set budget and have Beca rent it from them. The apartment that would become her and Chloe's new home.

"Uh.." she began, glancing over her shoulder at her fiancée who had just come out from one of the two back bedrooms into the large open-plan kitchen/lounge, that beautiful bright smile on her face as she returned to the kitchen to inspect the oven again. It was obvious just how happy Chloe was with the place that she so desperately wanted to make their new home. The one where they'd make so many new memories. Beca tugged the handle and stepped out onto the generous balcony, the LA sun warming her skin.

"Well..I wasn't going to have ANYONE throw me a bachelorette party," Beca said in a low voice, trying not to draw Chloe's attention to the conversation. Then she grinned when she heard Stacie's voice pipe up in the background of Aubrey's side of the call.

"See!" Stacie said, "I told you!"

Beca sauntered up to the railing at the edge of the balcony, an amused smile on her face while she smoothed her fingertips absentminded across the metal railing, listening to the tiny bicker that her best friend's were having from their side of the call.

"Do you SERIOUSLY think Fat Amy would be okay with Beca NOT having a bachelorette party?" Aubrey said to her girlfriend, but Stacie was quick to interject.

"What's the point in me being Beca's Best Woman if I don't give her what she wants?" Stacie replied in a tone that made it sound like she was bored with this conversation already, "And what she wants is to NOT have a bachelorette party!"

Beca couldn't help the small chuckle that slipped out of her mouth. So she'd kinda asked Stacie to be her right-hand woman for the wedding. The one who would make sure that she was at the right place at the right time. And above all things help to keep her calm. She hadn't asked Amy, though Amy didn't know that. What Amy didn't know wouldn't hurt her – as far as the Australian was concerned neither Beca nor Chloe had 'Best Women' for their wedding to keep things fair between all nine of their fellow Bellas. Fat Amy would make things stressful and unpredictable. Stacie was laid back and funny. Beca would have a far easier day with Stacie as her Best Woman that was for sure.

"You can't NOT throw her a bachelorette party!" Aubrey scolded.

"Well what are you suggesting then? We have a JOINT bachelorette party?" Stacie retorted defensively, but there was a pause and Beca furrowed her brow as Stacie let out a gasp and exclaimed, "We have a JOINT bachelorette party!"

"Yes!" said Aubrey, in a tone that suggested she believed it was a brilliant idea.

"No!" Beca quickly dismissed, jumping as she felt her fiancée smooth a palm across the small of her back and the brunette turned to Chloe who had a curious look on her face. "Uh… guys I'll have to call you back later." And before Aubrey (and Stacie) could protest, Beca ended their call.

Beca cleared her throat nervously, stuffing her phone into her back pocket and forcing a smile onto her face. She saw the way Chloe was looking at her with a suspicious grin, "Who was that?"

"Uh, just Aubrey and Stacie." Beca said as she looked down at the metal railing she'd rested her hand on. Her other hand had been taken by her fiancée who had raised her eyebrows.

"Oh really? What did they want?"

"Nothing…nothing just uh…asking some 'Best Woman' questions." Beca said with a shrug, turning back to the redhead. But Chloe looked just as suspicious as before.

"Asking you? The bride who hasn't planned any of the wedding…"

It was true. As far as Chloe was aware all Beca had really organised was paying for the wedding. Chloe had been the one to pick everything out.

"Yeeeeup!" Beca said less convincingly. If it hadn't been for Aubrey and Stacie she wouldn't have been able to pull off as much as she'd already planned for the wedding. There was certainly a perk to Stacie's high profile and Aubrey's ability to organise almost anything. And it was the ultimate perk that the two were in a relationship together.

"Hmm..alright, well…I'll definitely be calling Aubrey later to find out what it was about."

And Beca shrugged again with a grin, "Fine by me."

The two women looked at each other. Beca loved how relaxed Chloe looked. The LA sun suited her fiancée. The rays shone down on her bright skin highlighting the thick array of freckles that sat in clusters across her cheeks and nose. Beca swore she fell more and more in love with her each time she saw her. Which was tricky really, because Beca was already head of heels in love with her fiancée. With every single bit of her. And she couldn't wait for them to start their new adventure together here in LA.

"So you like the apartment?" The brunette asked softly and her smile broadened as she watched Chloe's entire face light up with excitement.

"I LOVE the apartment! It's so beautiful!"

"I know you are.." Beca said smoothly, having now had plenty of months to perfect her quick lines that made Chloe blush without fail. And the redhead rolled her eyes with a small tut, her free hand cupping her own cheek in embarrassment, but her smile revealed how much she adored her fiancée's cringey lines.

"Reckon you could turn it into our home?" Beca asked.

"So long as you and Alba are with me I could turn ANYWHERE into our home." Chloe said sweetly, leaning her body into Beca's. And Beca felt her heart skip a beat as they gently kissed.

A massive smile spread over Beca's face when she saw the familiar red hair of her fiancée bouncing among the bodies of people spilling out into the arrivals area at LAX airport. She watched in delight as the woman scanned the faces before her, her expression lightening the second she spotted Beca. The brunette winced a tiny bit as she heard the woman she loved let out a little squeal, then a chuckle fell out of Beca's mouth as she watched Chloe run as fast as she could towards her, her wheely suitcase following.

Beca let out a small "Oof" as her fiancée threw her arms around her neck and smashed her mouth onto hers, kissing her hard. The brunette smiled into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Chloe's waist, holding her tight. Because yeah she hated PDA. But when it had been almost a week since they'd last seen each other Beca was going to relish every opportunity to kiss the woman.

"Hey!" Chloe said with an airy voice, her smile so bright that it lit up the large arrivals area. And Beca couldn't help the huge grin on her own face as her eyes drank in every possible feature of her fiancée's face. Features that she'd stared at a million times before and had already mapped out in her mind but ensured she did it all the same. Because she adored every last inch of the woman.

"Hey!" Beca said as she released Chloe's body, then holding out the gerbera that she'd patiently held for a good couple of hours now. "For you."

She noticed the way Chloe contorted her mouth, a sign that the redhead was touched by the gesture, and the woman took the flower with a small tut, "Becs, you didn't have to…"

"I know. I wanted to."

"Still, you don't have to.."

Beca rolled her eyes and reached down to grab Chloe's suitcase, "I know, but I wanted to."

Beca took her fiancée's hand and guided her between the crowds of people waiting for their respective family and friends to come into the arrivals area. A massive smile was wiped across both their faces, both over the moon to know that they were now reunited for good. To prevent Alba from being too worked up about the flight from New York to LA, Sue and Jerry Beale had offered to drive a removal van with some of Beca & Chloe's items and their Labrador from Brooklyn to LA. As far as Chloe was aware, they would be arriving tomorrow.

The redhead furrowed her brow as Beca began leading her to another section of the airport instead of outside, as she had first assumed her fiancée would do. And the further they walked, the more confused Chloe became. Because there was no way Beca could be disorientated. She'd used this airport loads of times now. But for some reason she was leading her round to the check-in desks.

"Um Babe? Shouldn't we be going out those doors back there?" Chloe asked slowly.

"Nope!" came Beca's quick response as she continued walking surely towards the check-in area. Chloe remained confused, wondering what the hell was going on, but she didn't need to Wonder for long because Beca came to a stop and turned to her fiancée with a grin. "We're not going to our new home today."

"Huh?" Chloe furrowed her brow, but Beca still grinned at her. Because Beca knew Chloe. And she knew Chloe was going to love this.

"We're going to Hawaii."

"Hawaii as in…where we're getting married in three weeks time Hawaii?" Chloe asked, her heart beginning to race a little with excitement, her face softening, still somewhat confused.

"Hawaii as in where we're getting married in five days time, Hawaii…" Beca corrected and she bit her bottom lip in delight as she watched Chloe's entire face open up in delight.

"Oh my God, seriously?"

"Uhuh!"

"But…the date-"

"-was booked for this Friday, not in three Fridays time."

"And the guests-"

"-are arriving from Thursday."

"Alba-"

"-is flying out there with your Mom & Dad from LAX tomorrow."

"And we-?"

"-are flying there right now. With The Bellas."

"The-?" Chloe began, but her sentence was cut short by a huge cry of excitable squeals and shrieks and Chloe looked passed Beca's grinning face to see their best friend's darting over to them with plenty of suitcases, hand-luggage, and huge smiles. As Beca felt The Bellas envelope her and Chloe in a massive tight group hug, she couldn't help the smile on her face, loving how happy her fiancée looked.

Because this was going to be the best week of their lives.