A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who still keenly follows this fic. I can't believe it's reached 55 chapters already when I'd only ever intended it to have 8!

From this 'chapter' on it will only be short chapters and there will be fairly substantial time-jumps between them. Only because (and those of you who follow my Tumblr account or have read my one-shots on AO3 will already know) I have written several chapters set in the future of this fic and I think it's about time I start finally including them. Not quite yet. But soon.

That and I just have such a busy life now that I don't have time to sit and write long chapters any more. Sorry!

Epilogue XXXX – Going Back

"You should do it." Beca said firmly, an encouraging expression on her face as she looked at her wife opposite her. They were sat at the dining table in their beautiful LA apartment. The place they'd called 'home' for just over eight months now. Since marrying earlier in the year, Beca had continued success as a Music Producer – finally being able to drop the title of 'Junior' after the raging success of Ed Sheeran's latest album. Chloe had used her contacts from Broadway (and experience of working under the watchful eye of Gloria Delgarno) to land a job as a choreographer for a new musical which debuted in LA several weeks ago to critical acclaim. To say that Beca had been proud was an understatement. And it was that very musical that was providing Chloe with a very exciting opportunity indeed.

Beca let out a light chuckle as she closed the front door of her LA apartment and allowed her eyes to adjust to the low lighting in the open-plan room. She was used to coming home after sunset – particularly now that it was winter – but Chloe definitely usually had more lights on than this.

A sudden 'tap-tap-tap' noise was sounded and Beca watched as her dog began scuttling through to greet her from the kitchen, Alba wagging her tail while Beca crouched down to waggle her ears, "H-hey bud! What's Mommy got going on here, huh?" she whispered, letting her satchel slide off her shoulder before standing upright. It hadn't been unusual for Chloe to make Beca dinner in the evenings when they'd first moved here from Brooklyn. But since Chloe had started on this musical, the redhead had been out in the evenings overseeing the performances from backstage and Beca would generally join her wife after work instead - bringing Alba along too – and they would all sit backstage eating takeout together during the brief breaks.

The brunette peered over at the dining table that had been laid for two people and had a candle in the middle, and she grinned when she saw her wife wandering through to her from the kitchen, a beer in each hand. Chloe wore a beautiful slim-fit dress that ended just above the knee, a soft smile on her face. And while Beca had always admired her wife's figure no matter what, she could tell that right now Chloe was feeling her most confident about it.

"What's all this about?" Beca asked curiously, a smile on her face while she reached out for the cool beer Chloe offered her and the redhead let out a light chuckle while she motioned for the petite producer to follow her over to the dining table.

"I've got some news." Chloe said with an air of hope, placing her beer down in front of the place setting where she most often sat when they ate meals together, "You know that show I've choreographed?"

"Do I!" Beca said with a curious grin, taking a seat opposite before swigging some of the beer and letting out a happy sigh. She always loved coming home, especially when Chloe was there. Even two and a half years since they'd first got together she still couldn't believe they were finally in a relationship. She watched while her wife took a seat opposite and curled her red hair behind her ear, a nervous smile on her face. But Beca recognised that smile: Chloe was internally squealing with excitement over something.

"It's going onto Broadway."

"Wh-? Seriously?" Beca's smile grew tenfold as Chloe looked at her with a coy smile, holding her hands up to try to maintain her wife's excitement,

"They want me to move over to New York to help with the transfer."

"You should definitely do it." Beca confirmed with added seriousness to her tone, but her smile had softened and her heart was swelling with pride.

"But we've only just got here," Chloe began anxiously, her eyebrows raising and her face scrunching up, "and the whole point of us relocating to LA was to see more of each other because of your work and-"

"-Chloe!" Beca interrupted, her smile still soft, and she reached out to take her wife's hand, "You've spent the past couple of years chucking everything to the side and moving to the beat of my drum so that I can be successful in my career. I'm here. I've made it. Now it's time I do the same for you."

Beca watched as Chloe let out a heavy shaky breath and a calm smile washed over the redhead's face, "You're sure?"

"Positive, babe." Beca confirmed with a nod, "It's time we went back to The Big Apple. And it's time we show it how kick-ass you can be."

The Beale's peered down at their dog who had laid down at their feet – never wanting to be too far from them when they were both home. Ever obedient. Ever dutiful.

"What d'ya say, Alba?" Beca said in a bright tone, "Time for Mommy to take Broadway by storm?"

And the two women let out loud chuckles as Alba brought her head up and wagged her tail. They were all up for it. They were going to go back to NY.