25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2020
Day 1 - I'll Walk
Prompt from FanFiction User horsefurl03: Based on the song I'll Walk by Bucky Covington. Beca and Chloe are getting married on Christmas Day. Parts in Italics are flashbacks.
It was a beautiful Christmas afternoon as Beca Mitchell stood at the altar with a nervous smile on her face. She stared back at the doors Chloe would be entering from. It's taken them three years to get here, and they were finally here. Today was the day Chloe would become her wife.
Beca felt tears stinging her eyes as she thought back to the night that started the journey that brought them to here and now. Chloe wasn't going to let the fact that she was in a wheelchair stop her from marrying the love of her life. Beca couldn't help the tears that came to her eyes as her mind wandered back to the night they were both eighteen and had just attended Senior Prom.
The Prom was over for Beca and Chloe and they were heading home in Beca's car, still arguing along the way.
"I can't believe you flirted with her right in front of me," Chloe cried.
"I wasn't flirting with her," Beca said, trying to defend herself. "She was flirting with me."
"You left me sitting alone," Chloe said. "I couldn't find you for almost half an hour. And when I did find you, your hair was messed up and you had lipstick on your face. Lipstick that wasn't mine."
"I didn't cheat on you, if that's what you're implying," Beca said through gritted teeth. "The lipstick was from Stacie. She kissed me on the cheek because she was leaving early."
"I want to believe you," Chloe said, as a small sob escaped her lips. "But,-" Chloe swallowed and stared out the windshield. Chloe's voice was soft and full of pain as she said, "I love you so much, Beca. And, this was supposed to be our special night."
"It still can be," Beca replied. "We can go back and get a room like we planned."
"That's not happening," Chloe said, staring out the side window. "Pull this car over."
"What?"
"You heard me," Chloe said and sniffled. "Pull the car over. Please?"
Beca did as Chloe requested and reached for Chloe's hand.
"I don't know what you're crying for," Beca said as Chloe reached for the door.
Beca continued to hold Chloe's hand as Chloe opened the car door. Chloe looked at Beca.
"I'll walk," Chloe said. "Let go of my hand. Right now I'm hurt and you don't understand. So, just be quiet and later we will talk. Just leave, don't worry. I'll walk."
Beca let go of Chloe's had and Chloe got out of the car and started walking. Beca sat for a moment watching Chloe walk away from her. She drove off and headed home, wiping tears from her eyes as she drove.
Later that night Beca got the call and rushed to the hospital. As soon as she ran in, Chloe's mother met her and pulled her into a hug.
"What happened?" Beca asked, crying as Mrs. Beale held her. "Is she okay?"
"It was dark and she was wearing black," Mrs. Beald said. "The driver never saw her." Mrs. Beale sniffled and added, "There's something else."
"What?" Beca asked, pulling back from the hug.
"She can't move her legs."
A sound brought Beca back to the present. Beca's breath hitched when she saw the doors open and the bridesmaids walking down the aisle. Beca smiled when Aubrey, Chloe's Maid of Honor, was the last to walk down the aisle and take her place. She looked back to the doors and waited for Chloe to show herself. She couldn't help but get lost in her thoughts again.
Beca pulled away from Mrs. Beale and ran into Chloe's hospital room with tears streaming down her face.
Beca rushed to Chloe's side and Chloe looked up at her. She cleared her throat and said, "I'll walk. Please hold my hand. Right now I hurt and I don't understand. Let's just be quiet and later we can talk. Promise you'll stay and not worry. I'll walk."
"I love you, Chloe," Beca said, holding Chloe's hand. "And I promise to be with you every step of the way."
During the intensive therapy Chloe was put through, Beca was there holding Chloe's hand. She wouldn't let go no matter how many times Chloe told her she should leave her.
Chloe never gave up and Beca continued to cheer her on. Beca continued to stay, holding Chloe's hand every step of the way as she had promised.
Days turned into weeks; weeks turned into months. And two years later, Beca was still by Chloe's side through the ongoing therapy and surgeries Chloe had to endure.
One day while visiting Chloe in rehab after her first surgery, Beca took Chloe's hand as she sat in her wheelchair. With tears in her eyes, Beca got down on one knee and asked Chloe to marry her. They both cried when Chloe said yes.
They planned a Christmas wedding because that was Chloe's favorite time of the year. Beca loved Chloe so much she didn't care what date they got married as long as they got married.
One night as Beca laid holding Chloe in yet another hospital bed, Chloe said, "Ever since I was a little girl, I've dreamt of my father walking me down the aisle. I'm hoping that part of my dream will become a reality."
"You ready for this, Beca?" Stacie, Beca's Maid of Honor, asked, bringing Beca back to the present once again.
Beca looked over to Stacie and said, "Abso-fucking-lutely." Stacie laughed and looked to the back of the church. Beca followed her line of sight and saw Chloe sitting in her wheelchair, looking even more beautiful than Beca had ever seen her look. She smiled when she caught Chloe's eye; Chloe winked and gave Beca one of her famous Chloe Beale smiles. The one that put all other smiles to shame and seemed to be reserved just for Beca.
Mr. Beale started pushing Chloe down the aisle when Chloe stopped him. Beca furrowed her brow and was ready to run back to help Chloe. She only stopped when she felt a hand on her arm.
"Wait," Stacie said quietly. "Let her do this her way."
Beca nodded and watched as Mr. Beale leaned down to hear what Chloe was saying to him.
From her wheelchair, Chloe looked up at him and smiled. She said, "Daddy, I'll walk. Please hold my hand. I know that this will hurt and I know you understand."
Tears came to her daddy's eyes. "Please, daddy, don't cry; this is already hard. Let's go, and don't worry. I'll walk."
Mr. Beale straightened and moved around to the front of the wheelchair. He reached down and set the wheel locks. He then gently held each of Chloe's legs up as he moved the footrests to the side.
Beca watched from where she stood waiting, her eyes filling with tears.
Mr. Beale leaned over slightly and Chloe reached up and put her arms around her father's neck. Mr. Beale lifted her easily to her feet. Chloe stumbled slightly but he held her tight. Someone moved the chair out of the way, as Aubrey and Stacie both rushed down the aisle to adjust Chloe's dress behind her. Mr. Beale continued to help Chloe stand and then waited for Aubrey and Stacie to return to their places at the altar before placing one arm around Chloe's waist and taking her hand in his.
"You ready, Chloe?"
"I'm ready, Daddy."
Chloe took a tentative step as her father held her steady. She took another step and stumbled slightly; her father tightened his hold and mumbled, "I got you. You'll walk. Just hold my hand, I will not let you fall."
Father and daughter held their heads high as tears streamed down both their faces. The walk was slow but steady.
It took everything Beca had to stay in position and let Chloe do this on her own as tears streamed down their faces.
There wasn't a dry eye in the church as Chloe slowly made her way down the aisle with determination etched on her face, along with a beaming smile. Her eyes never left Beca's as she slowly put one foot in front of the other.
Chloe was almost to the altar and Beca couldn't hold back any longer. She walked down the three steps to meet Chloe as she reached the bottom. Mr. Beale stepped back slightly as Chloe reached for Beca. Beca grabbed her and held her up.
"We can bring the chair up for you," Beca whispered as she held Chloe.
Chloe smiled and said, "I'll walk. Just hold my hand. It's hard, but I know I can do it with you by my side."
Beca took Chloe's arm and helped her up the steps; Mr. Beale walked behind Chloe in case she needed him.
The Officiant cleared his throat and looked at Beca and Chloe.
"Are you ladies ready?" he asked.
"Yes!" Chloe and Beca said simultaneously, causing a ripple of laughter throughout the church.
The Officiant began the ceremony. The assembled guests jumped to their feet and applauded as soon as Beca and Chloe had their first kiss as a married couple.
Here's the link to the video for the song this fic is based on; I think it's worth a listen: watch?v=muXJK0mrvgs