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Chapter 5
The text came in at eleven o'clock that night. Well, seven after eleven to be exact, with Beca having just collapsed on the bed after changing into her pajamas, curling up against Chloe's side. She could feel the vibrations from her phone from where it was hiding underneath the comforter, and when she pulled it out from underneath her, both her and Chloe's faces were illuminated by the screen.
It was a single text from Kyle, just like the one he had promised he would send.
Just got the go ahead from Lena. Can you guys get back to the house for one tomorrow?
Beca responded instantly, saying that they wouldn't miss it.
And though she has absolutely no regrets in coming back, thinking back on the events of the day prior makes her a little nervous about reapproaching the front door of a seemingly average house in the Albany suburbs, Chloe by her side as always.
They didn't get much sleep last night, instead electing to go down rabbit hole after rabbit hole as they dove into conversations about anything and everything in regard to Kiara. About what her life has been like for the last sixteen years. About what is truly going on with her health.
About whether or not she'll ever be willing to move in with them.
About whether or not she'll ever forgive Beca.
And Beca's been trying to remain optimistic. To remain understanding. Because she gets it, she does. She understands that she is not Kiara's favorite person, and reasonably so. She understands that she has a long way to go to earn her forgiveness; her trust.
But she'd be lying if she were to say that she didn't want this process – the one that dictates how the rest of the future will go – to go a little smoother.
She just wants everything to work out. She just wants everything to work out without Kiara hating her, without it breaking Chloe, and without Beca completely shutting down.
"You okay, Bec? Want to wait a minute before ringing the bell?"
Beca bites the inside of her lip. Yesterday, Lena's house had represented the unknown with an underlying tinge of hope. Today, it just represents the absolute fear coursing through Beca's body that they'll make absolutely no progress and Kiara will end up hating her more than she already does.
She shakes her head, giving Chloe's hand a reassuring squeeze when her verbal affirmations fail her. Beca reaches out to ring the doorbell, listening as the sound reverberates throughout the house.
Chloe sighs beside her. "It's going to be fine. Better than yesterday, I'm sure."
There's some shuffling behind the door, and Beca simply forces the corners of her lips to turn up in the slightest smile, her own nerves taking over her ability to respond.
Chloe doesn't have the chance to say anything else before the front door is opening wide to reveal a teen girl, likely around Kiara's age, one hand on the doorknob, the other keeping an oxygen tank upright behind her.
Beca tries not to waver under the girl's obvious glare.
"Why are you here again?"
Beca and Chloe exchange nervous glances, Beca clearing her throat before asking, "I'm sorry?"
The girl crosses her arms over her chest, raising her eyebrows expectantly. "I don't think I stuttered… Why. Are. You. Here?"
It's hard not to be uncomfortable with the way that the teen is looking at them like Beca and Chloe have committed the most atrocious crimes imaginable. Especially considering Beca has no idea who the girl is, and she is almost certain Chloe doesn't either. "We're um…we're here for a meeting with Kiara. And Lena and Kyle."
"Yeah. I know who you are. I'm just wondering why you came back after you almost sent Kiara to the hospital the last time you were here."
The color drains from Beca's face. "What?"
Chloe brings a shaky hand to cover her mouth. "Is she okay?"
The girl scoffs, shaking her head at Beca and Chloe much like Kiara had done the day before. "No, she's not okay! She wants absolutely nothing to do with you and—"
"Olivia? What're you—" Lena quickly finishes her descent of the stairs, coming up behind the teen – Olivia – and meeting Beca and Chloe's gaze from behind her shoulder. "Olivia, what are you doing?"
Olivia shrugs nonchalantly, pulling herself out of Lena's grasp. "Just asking them why they bothered to come back."
Lena rolls her eyes, still not addressing Beca and Chloe. "Go back inside, please. The younger kids are about to start a Harry Potter marathon. Maybe you could join them?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No. Inside, please." Lena waits for Olivia to do as she's asked, and once she is seemingly out of earshot, the woman is finally facing Beca and Chloe. Her smile is nowhere near as genuine as it was yesterday. In fact, Beca can almost pick up on a hint of annoyance, hidden under an aura of obvious exhaustion. "Hi. Come in."
Beca and Chloe step into the front entry way with a faint sense of urgency, Beca looking around the room as though searching for clues. "Um, is Kiara okay? That girl – Olivia? – she said that Kiara almost had to go to the hospital last night?"
Lena lets out a heavy sigh, shaking her head as she keeps her voice at a low volume. She pulls her thick curls up into an effortless, yet perfect, bun. "Yes, that was Olivia. She's Kiara's best friend. A little protective, as I'm sure you saw."
Chloe brushes off Lena's comment. "Okay, but what about Kiara? Is she okay?"
Lena shifts from foot to foot, before giving Beca and Chloe a confirming nod. "She's okay. Why don't we go sit down in the dining room for a moment? Kyle isn't here yet and we really didn't get the opportunity to talk yesterday."
Beca and Chloe follow without any arguments, but by the time they're sitting down across a well-loved dining table, pictures of various kids surrounding them, Beca is just about ready to lose it. "Lena, no offense, but you weren't exactly convincing when you said Kiara was okay. What's going on? I mean, I know she wasn't looking too good yesterday afternoon, but you and Kyle seemed unfazed."
Lena shakes her head, wrapping her hands around a still-steaming mug of tea. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Our session yesterday afternoon caused Kiara's symptoms to flare. She got overwhelmed, her body tried compensating, and it wasn't able to. She didn't get much sleep last night and she was in a lot of pain."
Beca tries to push down the lump in her throat. "Does that…does that happen often?"
Lena shrugs as though it's the most normal thing in the world. "It's becoming more and more frequent, yes." She pauses, looking between the two women, an eyebrow slightly quirked. "How much did Kyle tell you about Kiara's condition?"
Chloe takes a deep breath, her voice catching in her throat from the emotions slowly overwhelming her. "I mean, he told us that she was getting worse and that her…that she might need a transplant at some point, but—"
"No, Chloe." Lena gently interrupts her, shaking her head with a sad smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Kiara is going to need a transplant by her seventeenth birthday. Likely within the next six or so months. Her health is declining – rapidly. Her symptoms are getting worse, she has tried all of the possible drug combinations to try and limit the progression of the disease, but those stopped working months ago. She is not well, ladies. And even though she is one of the strongest kids I have ever met, she is struggling. Nights like last night are going to become more frequent. Those nights are going to turn into days. Those days are going to turn into weeks, until she likely won't be able to leave her bed. I'm not saying this to scare you, but I need you to understand the gravity of Kie's situation. If you two are serious about pursuing this reunification, you need to get ready for the possibility that Kiara may not make it out of her teenage years. And if she does get a transplant, that she likely won't see her thirtieth birthday."
The first time that they had met Kyle, Beca had a hard time wrapping her mind around Kiara being sick. She tried to comprehend the fact that the kid she gave birth to has been struggling to live with a mediocre heart and subpar health for her entire life. Of course, that information didn't deter Beca and Chloe from wanting to move forward with the reunification, but it certainly kept them up that first night when they got home.
They had started a deep dive into the internet about dilated cardiomyopathy, but shortly after, Beca had to shut off her computer. She wasn't going to sit there and read the worst-case-scenarios – not when she really didn't - and still doesn't - have any idea what they might be dealing with, with Kiara. She knows that Chloe did more research, but they never really…talked about it. Almost out of fear that speaking the facts would make them come true for the sixteen-year-old.
But, needless to say, hearing Lena telling them what is actually going on with Kiara, makes Beca want to rip her own heart out.
Beca swallows down the thickness in her throat. She shakes her head, her hand blindly finding Chloe's underneath the table. "It's just… it's so hard to believe. She doesn't even look sick."
Lena purses her lips. "Beca, no offense, but you've seen Kiara for maybe…what? An hour, total, at most? She may not look sick to you, but I remember when Kiara was eight, nine years old and would always have the brightest smile on her face. She would fight me about going to bed with the rest of the kids because she wanted to stay up. She'd run around the backyard playing soccer even though she wasn't supposed to… now, she gets out of breath walking down the hallway. She's in bed by eight most nights, and any sort of smile normally has to be coaxed out of her."
Beca can hear the tears in her wife's voice when Chloe asks, "Kyle made it seem like… like the transplant and… anything else... could be avoidable."
Lena shakes her head. "No. If Kyle said that, he was lying to himself and to you. And these are the things you really need to take into consideration before deciding whether or not you actually want to pursue reunification. Kiara said it best – she's not some pawn that you can play with. She deserves more than that, especially right now."
Something flares inside of Beca at Lena's insinuation. "We're not using Kiara as a pawn. All we want is for her to have a home – the same thing that was promised to me, and to her, when she was born."
"Which is fine, so long as the reasons you're doing this are for Kiara – not for your own self-interests. I understand that you were promised she would go to a good home – but that didn't happen. Kiara has come to terms with that. If you're simply doing this out of guilt, you are not going to be able to provide Kiara with everything that she needs. It won't work."
Tears prick at the corners of Beca's eyes. She has a death grip on Chloe's hand but refuses to break eye contact with Lena. "What are you saying?"
Lena takes a deep breath and Beca feels herself preparing to be scolded. "You want my honest opinion?"
Beca shrugs.
Taking a small sip of her tea, Lena meets Beca's gaze, then Chloe's. She remains as serious as she has been throughout this entire conversation. "I don't think moving in with you is in Kiara's best interest. She is at a critical point in her life right now with her health and by placing her in an environment that she is so vehemently against, I don't see how that could be a good thing."
It feels like, with each of her words, Lena is twisting a knife into Beca's chest. Because she's had these same thoughts before. Same thoughts of inadequacy, of wondering whether or not she's doing the right thing. Sure, she's both reassured herself and has had Chloe to do the same, but hearing it from, arguably, one of the most important people in Kiara's life, causes quite a bit of emotion.
Apparently from Chloe, too. There's a fire in her eyes as she holds on to Beca's hand reassuringly. "Beca is her mom. She deserves to be with her."
"Do you think that Kiara deserves to be with Beca, or do you think that Beca has a right to be with Kiara?"
At Beca and Chloe's silence, Lena simply shrugs. "Just something to keep in mind."
Beca and Chloe remain silent, sitting in Lena's dining room until Kyle arrives at the house, dressed casually this time, compared to some of their other meetings.
Beca would be lying if she said she wasn't reconsidering the last couple of weeks, starting with her desire to have Kiara back in her life.
Because, in all honesty, maybe she did think she was entitled. Maybe she was doing this all for herself.
Lena has a point. They don't know the girl, at all. They have no idea what her life has been like, have no idea what she's been through. They can't even fathom what might be coming around the corner in terms of her health.
They are completely out of their element, and Beca can't help but to sit in that knowledge as she follows Kyle and Lena back to Lena's office and sit in the same seats as yesterday, waiting as Lena goes to get Kiara from where she's supposedly laying down in the home's nurse's station.
That knowledge and awareness grows as soon as Kiara comes into the room.
The girl looks completely exhausted, dressed in a sweatpants and a long-sleeved Yankees shirt; her hair in a bun on top of her head and dark bruises under her eyes. She's hanging on to Lena's arm, walking painstakingly slow as she seems to lean all of her weight into the older woman.
Lena doesn't look in their direction as she leads Kiara over to the couch, propping her up with a few pillows when she sits down with a pained expression. Beca doesn't realize she's staring until, after Kiara finishes settling in, the teen meets her gaze with a stone-cold expression. "Stop looking at me like that."
Beca flinches backward, both surprised at Kiara's statement and at how gravelly her voice sounds. "S-sorry. I just, um… how are you feeling?"
Kiara sticks her hands underneath the blanket that Lena lays on top of her. "Like shit. Thanks for asking."
The question comes naturally to Beca, almost as though she's been saying it her entire life. "Is there anything that I can do to help?"
Lena seems surprised at the question, but Kiara just seems to get more annoyed. "You mean besides demanding another meeting when I haven't gotten any sleep and almost had to go to the hospital last night? No, I think you've done enough."
Beca balks, blinking a few times at the sting of Kiara's statement, feeling almost as though she has just been slapped across her face. "I—"
"Kiara, I asked Beca and Chloe if they wouldn't mind coming over again. I know you don't feel good, but please…" Kyle trails off, absentmindedly spinning his pen back and forth on top of his notepad. He heaves a heavy sigh, looking first to Kiara and Lena, and then to Beca and Chloe – the two women continuing to cling to each other. "I want us to have an honest conversation today, folks. I'm not sure how it's going to go, quite frankly, but I don't want to keep wasting everyone's time. Does that sound alright?"
Before anyone has a chance to answer, Kiara breaks down into a coughing fit. Her entire body shakes as she presses the inside of her elbow against her mouth, much like she had the night before. This time, rather than having her vision clouded with fear – though it's definitely still there – Beca is able to see the pain in the girl's face as she tries to get her breathing back under control. When Kiara is finally able to calm down, she lays up against the back of the couch, her eyes closed, as everyone watches her with worry.
She takes a small sip of water once Lena offers it to her, and after cooling her throat, she manages to meet Beca's gaze. Her eyes are glassy. Tired. "Well, that's about as honest as it gets."
Something inside Beca overpowers her ability to keep quiet. She straightens, ever so slightly, and never once looks away from Kiara. "Can I ask you something?"
Kiara's eyebrow arches ever so slightly, almost in surprise. She doesn't answer, but Beca takes her silence as permission.
"The coughing… is that something that happens a lot?" Beca can feel Chloe watching her, silent support radiating off of her wife. Beca clings on to it just as much as she clings to Chloe's hand. "I just…I'm not trying to be rude. I'm just trying to understand."
Kiara blinks a few more times, glancing briefly at Lena before giving her attention back to Beca. The hostility in her eyes, in her posture (relaxed, but still somehow tense, especially in her shoulders), still very much present. "It comes and goes in waves."
Beca gently licks her lips, wiping her free palm on her jeans. "And stress makes it worse?"
Kiara nods, clearly not wanting to give too much information away.
Beca takes her wins, offering Kiara a small smile. "Okay. Thank you."
It's hard to miss Kyle's satisfaction when the silence that falls over the room causes Beca to turn to her right. She simply waits until he starts to talk again.
"Alright. Excellent. Beca, thank you for starting us off. Perhaps this is a good method – Kie, do you have anything to ask Beca and Chloe?"
Kiara takes another drink of water, this time without prompting from Lena, and shakes her head. Bitterness still laces her words. "No."
"Okay, no worries. Chloe? What about you? Do you have a question for either Kiara, Lena, or maybe myself?"
Beca feels Chloe's hand gently tighten around her own, the same radiating smile taking over her face like it always does. Beca only wishes that she had her wife's confidence, her ease, with everything.
It's part of the reason why Chloe is going to be such a phenomenal mom.
"Oh…um…let's do something easy. What's your favorite color, Kiara?"
Kiara's eyebrows furrow slightly, and she checks with Lena before answering, again. "Green."
Chloe's eyes seem to light up. "That's a good one. Do you have a favorite shade? I like sort of a blue-green… but there is such a wide variety."
Beca watches as the confusion grows on Kiara's face, finding it almost comical as she clearly struggles to understand whether or not Chloe is being serious.
(Of course, she is. She's Chloe).
"Um…dark green, I guess?"
If it's even possible, Chloe gets even brighter. "Like the forest? That's awesome. We don't get to see the forest too much, being in the city and all, but we get to travel sometimes for Beca's work and sometimes there are more woodsy-areas."
The blank expression on Kiara's face does nothing to hinder Chloe's enthusiasm, and Beca is certain it is her enthusiasm that gets Lena to say, "that's one of the things you always used to miss about Maine, right, Kie?"
Kiara shrugs, her answer to Lena coming much faster than her answer to anyone else. "I guess."
Lena looks back up at Beca and Chloe. "Beca, you must have lived in Maine for a little while, yes? Did you like it?"
Beca's heart clenches inside her chest. She stutters over her words, the sudden question catching her off guard.
Because no, she didn't like Maine. She has the worst memories of Maine. She couldn't wait to get the hell out of there for school.
But how can she say that? How can she say it to a kid who clearly misses the state, and whose existence was conditional on Beca being in Maine when she was?
The longer Beca stays silent, the more tense the room seems to become. Kyle is watching her like a hawk and Chloe is staring at the side of her head, almost as though she is waiting to figure out if she needs to intervene. Lena has this look on her face that says she doesn't believe Beca will answer, her hesitation just about confirming that she's not adequate to serve as Kiara's mom. And Kiara…Kiara is watching her from under her eyelashes, as though she's actively trying not to watch.
But at the same time, wanting nothing more than to do just that.
Beca clears her throat. "No, well, kind of… I moved to Maine when I was a sophomore in high school. About a year before I had Kiara, actually. I moved in with my dad, who I did not have a good relationship with. I um…to be honest, I kind of hated it there."
For the first time since meeting her, Beca is almost certain she can spot some sympathy on Lena's face. "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Where did you move from?"
"Oregon. Where I lived with my mom. That is a beautiful place – if you like Maine, Kiara, you'd love Oregon." Luckily, Beca stops short of saying something along the lines of, we'll have to go sometime.
Because who knows whether or not they'll even be talking in a week from now.
A soft smile appears on Lena's face. "I've been to Oregon a few times. You're right, it is beautiful. Do you visit often? Is your mom still out there?"
Beca tries to hide her grimace normally associated with her relationship with her mother. It's not exactly estranged, and they talk often enough. It just isn't necessarily…pleasant, either. "No, she actually moved to New Jersey when I started the label. Chloe and I, though, try to visit Oregon once a year or so. Normally in May."
"Well, that must be nice to have her so close. What about you, Chloe? Are you close with your parents?"
Chloe straightens beside Beca as though being called on by a teacher while not paying attention in class. "Close enough, I guess. I come from a pretty big family, so they travel to see my siblings and my nieces and nephews a lot."
Lena nods an understanding but doesn't pry – especially when Beca gives her wife a reassuring smile and squeeze of the hand. "How many siblings do you have?"
Chloe's eyes widen as she says the number with only the slightest hint of disdain – something that Beca is sure only she can pick up on. "Five. I'm right in the middle."
Kyle lets out a low whistle, "Wow. Kiara, that's almost like the set-up you've got here, huh?"
Kiara's eyebrow twitches with annoyance at Kyle bringing her back into the conversation, but Beca is grateful. Both for the fact that she can talk with Kiara for a little while longer, and also because the spotlight is no longer on Chloe and her often strenuous relationship with her family.
"Um, I guess."
Beca wipes her free palm on her jean. "How many of you live here? We met one of your friends – Liv. She seems…great." As much as she tries to hide it, Beca's grimace comes out in full force.
But all Kiara does is smirk, almost as though she knows exactly what Liv was up to before she came downstairs. Who knows, maybe she was. "There are five of us here right now. That's the max for the house."
Having recovered from the previous course of the conversation, Chloe asks, "Why's that?"
"We're all sick and Lena can only deal with five depressed, bed-ridden kids at once."
"Kiara, really?" Lena chastises gently with a roll of her eyes, shaking her head at Kiara's growing sarcastic smirk. She turns to Chloe. "That's not exactly true, but yes, our cap is five because I am the only 24/7 staff member. Our nurse, Jackie, only works nine to five and is on call on the off hours."
Chloe gives her a small smile. "That makes sense." Even from beside her, Beca can feel her excitement rising. "We'd love to meet your friends, if you'd let us."
Beca knows it was the wrong thing to say – however well-intentioned Chloe might have been – as soon as she sees Kiara's face scrunch up in a scoff.
"Um, no. Thanks."
Beca tries to answer first, to tell her that it's okay, but Kyle mutters another quiet warning, causing Kiara's anger to visibly rise.
She pushes herself further up against the pillows, something that looks like it takes a great deal of effort. "No, I'm not going to…subject everyone else to meeting a bunch of strangers when they don't have to. They're not some sort of…exhibit in a museum."
Kyle shakes his head and Chloe's face falls at the insinuation. "I don't think that is what Chloe was saying, Kie."
Chloe begins to agree, with Kiara cutting her off almost instantly.
It's the largest show of emotion that they have gotten out of her all morning, but the way her volume rises, and her cheeks twinge the faintest pink – it all makes Beca on edge. Both because she's worried about what she'll say, but also because the last time she got worked up, Kiara's heart decided it didn't like that.
"No, you know what, actually, I do have a question." The room falls silent, the only thing to be heard being Kiara's increasingly heavier breathing. "Why, and I mean seriously why, are you doing this? I don't – I just don't understand the point of sitting here making small talk when really, I see no good reason to. So, tell me, exactly, why you're doing this? I mean, they told you that I'm dying, right? So that can't be a big selling point—"
"Kiara—"
Lena cuts off Kyle's interruption with a sharp shake of her head. "Kyle, let her speak, please."
Having gained permission to continue, Kiara does just that, this time refusing to break eye contact with Beca. "You have a wife. A job. A whole life and family. I am sixteen years old, I am a whole person, with her own life, with her own family. Hell, we're literally being forced to sit in the same room together and you've barely even talked to me. So, seriously, why are you trying to disrupt…everything?"
It's something that Beca's thought about a lot, even in the short time that she's known Kiara. It's what has kept her up every night for the past couple of weeks. It's what's on her mind at work when she's supposed to be consulting with clients, it's what's on her mind when she's in the shower and cooking dinner.
And yeah, she was terrified in the beginning. She still is terrified because Kiara is right – who does she think she is? This is the same kid that she fully relinquished her parental rights to, not once but twice. This is the same kid that she has forced herself not to think about for the last sixteen years.
Not to mention, this is a kid who is sick, who is dying, who has said time and time again that she does not want to leave.
So, honestly, Beca can't help but ask herself that same question – why?
But the answer is perfectly clear, even through all that doubt.
"Because you're my daughter, and, and I know that doesn't just give me a free pass to do whatever I want but…" Beca closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. She knows everyone's attention is on her, is fully aware of that, in fact. But when she reopens them, her gaze only falls on one person. "I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, Kiara. And I mean a lot. But I'll be completely honest here – giving you up for adoption was not one of them. I was a mess when I was in high school, and I would have made the worst mom. Honestly, I'll still probably be shit at it, but I can tell you one thing – I have worked hard to build the life that I have. I have the most amazing wife, a job that can support us both, and, unlike when I was your age – I'm happy.
"And I know you probably hate me, and I get that. And I am fully aware of the fact that you have absolutely no interest in moving in with us or having any sort of relationship with me and that is fine, too. If you are 100%, completely against the idea of knowing me – fine. I will sign away my rights and you'll never see me again." Beca swallows down the thickness in her throat, trying her best not to let the tears pricking at the back of her eyes show themselves to the rest of the world. "But if there is even the smallest point-one-percent of curiosity, of desire, to try and make this work, please reconsider. Because now I am proud of the person that I am, and I want to share that with you. I want to be there for you – because now I can."
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