A/N 1: Fluff, fluff, shameless fucking fluff. I should be sorry, I'm not.

The Morning After

Beca refused to move from the spot she had indented in the mattress from last night's sleep. It was warm and comfy and much more appealing than the cold air outside of her cocoon. She rolled onto her side, throwing her arm over Chloe's waist and pulling her closer; closing her eyes at the familiar scent and soft skin leaning against hers.

There was no way she was leaving this bed now.

Chloe stirred slightly, pulling Beca's arm up towards hers and pressing the back of her hand to her lips.

"G'morning" Beca whispered sleepily into her ear.

There was a flutter in Chloe's stomach – a surge of both excitement and happiness. A smile taking over her face as she relished the thought of being able to wake up with Beca by her side for the rest of her life.

The redhead turned onto her back, still holding the hand in hers. She ran her finger over the newly placed ring on the left finger, her eyes watching the way it caught the pale morning light through the hotel window beside the bed. Chloe brought her eyes up to Beca's and softly kissed her lips with an even bigger smile than before.

"Good morning" she repeated lazily, as she settled her head back into her pillow.

"So, I don't know about other newlyweds, but I feel like we should spend at least the entire day in this bed."

Beca was wearing that goofy grin she pulled whenever she was implying something more than just sleeping and Chloe couldn't help but laugh at her antics. Beca's eyebrows wiggled comically, as she rested her hand on Chloe's stomach.

"That would be the perfect plan, but I feel like you've forgotten about our agreed check-out time and that flight we have to catch later on?"

"Oh yeah, our Honeysun, Marmitemoon, or something?" Beca questioned, feigning confusion.

Chloe smiled and shook her head, "You're an idiot you know that?"

"Yep..." Beca rolled over onto her stomach, leaning over Chloe and quickly pecking her lips, whilst interlocking their fingers together with her left hand. The brunette lifted it up gently, and wiggled the gold band around her finger, "...and now you're stuck with me."

Chloe was just about to wrap an arm around her neck and close the distance, before Beca was throwing the duvet over Chloe's side of the bed and on her feet.

"We don't have to check out yet!" she whined, eyes following the naked form walking further away.

"God, is this how it's going to be?" Beca asked tugging a t-shirt off the nearby chair and shoving it over her head. "We've been married less than twenty-four hours and you're already keeping tabs on me?"

Chloe could feel the smile tugging on her lips, so she threw the sheet over her head in an attempt to hide her face from Beca.

Beca sighed at the lack of response, "Well after last night, I guess an annulment is out of the question?" she teased, pulling the covers from the bottom of the bed; Chloe's amused expression coming into view; and continuing her walk to the bathroom.

The redhead shot her a knowing smile, before firing off her retort, "I don't think you can annul what we did last night."

Beca laughed mischievously before pushing the door to; God, being married to Chloe Beale was going to be fun.

XXX

"The cab will be here in ten."

Beca was currently fighting with the zip on a grey suitcase, its contents busting out at the seams. When the couple were packing for their honeymoon, Chloe had stressed how important it was to travel light, so Beca couldn't help but laugh at the majority of her wife's clothes preventing the zip from closing.

Chloe came out of the bathroom, holding two white hotel towels and pulling at the bag, "Hey, wait, I need to put these in."

"Chlo, nothing else is fitting in there, never mind two to- wait, why have you got towels?"

The redhead undid the zip; along with all of Beca's previous hard work; and gave her a guilty look.

"They're nice towels, OK?"

"Please tell me I did not marry someone who steals hotel property. Why don't you grab the shampoo and conditioner whilst you're at it?" Beca replied sarcastically. "Come on, babe, we haven't got time for this. I gave you the ten minute warning two minutes and twenty seconds ago."

Chloe boldly pulled the zip once more and pushed the top of the suitcase up, raising a challenging eyebrow. Beca let out a quick "Right, that's it" and lunged at the woman in front of her, pinning her to the bed and pulling at one of the towels tightly gripped in her fist. Chloe couldn't help the laugh escaping her lips, causing her hold to falter and loosen, giving Beca a chance to pull it and throw it over her shoulder.

The other towel was quickly forgotten about, dropping to the floor, as Beca placed both of Chloe's hands above her head and brushed her lips against the redhead's neck.

"I thought we only had seven minutes and forty seconds until we had to leave?" Chloe mumbled, moving her head to give Beca better access.

"That sounds like a challenge" Beca hummed, her voice vibrating against Chloe's skin. A moment passed before Beca remembered the task in hand and finally got up, retrieving the items off the floor.

"Right, so what's so special about these towels?" she quizzed, inspecting them closely.

Chloe just shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

Beca ran her fingers over the cotton, tracing the etching at the bottom as a thought entered her head.

"Hold on, Mrs?" she asked, reading the embroidery properly and then searching the other one "And Mr?"

Beca smirked, her expression changing from confusion to slightly amused.

"Kinky" she breathed quietly, looking back at the not so entertained woman sat on the end of the bed. Beca's face softened, offering a comforting smile.

Chloe shrugged once more, her voice barley louder than a whisper, "Memories" she stated plainly.

Beca smiled and sat down on the bed. From the moment the pair met, Chloe had always been one to collect mementos; movie tickets and old Birthday cards, among other things used to fill her bedroom drawers back at the Bella's house, every item holding some sort of memory. Beca didn't understand it at first, the whole idea of it foreign and strange – it wasn't until they had been dating for a while that Beca truly understood it.

A month or so into their relationship, Beca was sat on Chloe's bed with one of the movie tickets in her hand, her eyes scanned over the writing once more, until realisation washed over her. She frantically dug her hand into the drawer by the side of the bed, reading a few more of the movie titles upon the tickets. She rubbed the paper in between her fingers, watching as Chloe tapped keys on her laptop at her desk, earphones in and back turned to Beca.

All the tickets Beca had read were movies they had gone to see together, even before they were dating. It was no secret both of them had feelings for one another way before they got together, but this new piece of information Beca had uncovered was causing her head to buzz. She grabbed one of the Birthday cards she had never bothered to open until now, seeing her own scribbled handwriting inside.

Taking Chloe's hand in her own, Beca turned to her wife on the end of the bed, "I get it" she said simply, placing the towels back on her knee. Chloe smiled softly, giving Beca's hand a small squeeze.

The smaller woman got to her feet and Chloe watched her dig into their suitcase. As the years went by, Chloe started collecting other things; from drunken photo booth snaps to coasters from bars they'd visited, so it was no surprise Beca kept something of her own from their wedding day.

"I knew you'd want something to remind you of yesterday, so I went ahead and kept this."

Beca handed Chloe the decorative piece that sat on top of their wedding cake. It wasn't fancy, nor was it romantic, but it was one of two things (the other being music, obviously) Beca was in charge of organising for their special day.

As soon as Chloe recognised it, she couldn't help but let out a loud giggle, because of course Beca would have kept it. The letters "Shit just got real" were made of wood, the 'o' in the shape of a ring. It was something Beca found online whilst frantically searching for a perfect something to top off the cake. The moment she found it, she didn't even think twice about clicking buy, knowing it would both surprise and amuse her then wife to be. On the day it received a lot of laughs and good natured headshakes and most of the guests suspecting Beca would be responsible.

"You kept it?" Chloe asked, surprised, a warm smile on her face.

"Yeah, I knew you'd want a reminder of our wedding day and this is miles better than a pair of generic Mr & Mrs towels."

Chloe laughed, before leaning closer, putting her lips on Beca's.

"Thank you."

"Come on, we've got, like, thirty seconds left before our ride is here."

XXX

After a hurried check out and a fast paced taxi ride, the couple were all checked in at the airport and waiting to board their flight. Beca was almost led on two seats at their gate, whilst Chloe went off in search of travel adapters (Beca was supposed to put them in the suitcase before they left home...).

Chloe was stood in an unusually long queue for the time of night, travel adapters in hand and a certain brunette on her mind. She wasn't angry at Beca for forgetting one of their travel necessities; if Chloe was being honest, she's pretty sure she couldn't bring herself to get mad at Beca for at least another week, still riding on the high from the day before.

If Chloe was to think about it, her and Beca hardly ever got angry at each other; frustrated, maybe; annoyed, perhaps, but never angry. A relationship without an argument once in a while is what Chloe considered to be unhealthy, but looking back and their relationship had been nothing but healthy.

Their wedding day had been amazing. After a lot of stressful late nights and constant planning, their day was perfect, but Chloe has a feeling she could have gotten married in this very airport and it still be perfect, just as long as Beca was there. Chloe was brought out of her thoughts as the queue began moving forward and it was finally her turn to be served.

Beca was still led on the seat, her legs resting on Chloe's knee as she nursed her second cup of coffee. Chloe was busy in her thoughts, staring out the window and onto the planes waiting to use the runway. The younger woman opened her mouth about to ask about if she wanted a sip of coffee before Chloe was speaking first.

"When do you think we should have kids?"

Beca was thankful she hadn't just taken a swig of her drink, because she's pretty sure she would have sprayed Chloe's face with it. It was a simple question, one which Chloe really wanted the answer to and it wasn't like they weren't in a serious relationship.

The prospect of starting a family had been discussed before and Chloe always knew she wanted children one day, but it was always a one day kind of thing, but the more serious their relationship got, Chloe realised her one day would be Beca's one day too.

The silence the redhead was met with wasn't exactly the response she wanted.

"I mean we've talked about it before?" she questioned, suddenly uncertain.

Beca smiled, sitting up and placing her feet back on the ground.

"Yeah, I just didn't think we were going to talk about it again right before our honeymoon."

Chloe edged a little further down her seat, closer to the window and away from Beca. It wasn't that she was fretting about her wife's response; she just felt a sudden hint of regret for bringing the topic up so quickly.

"Hey, I want kids, you know this. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, so of course I want little Chloe's running around, but we literally just got married yesterday – there's no rush, right?"

Just like that, Chloe was feeling reassured. Beca always said she was rubbish with words and articulating her feelings was difficult, but Chloe couldn't help but think how well Beca's words could put her at ease when she really needed it.

"No, no rush, we have plenty of time. I was just thinking how happy getting married to you has made me and I can't wait to feel what it's like bringing a baby into this world with you, you know?"

There was a playful smirk pulling at the corner of Beca's mouth and Chloe could spot it a mile off.

"You know we kind of can't actually "bring a baby into this world together". I mean we lack a certain body part-"

"Way to ruin the moment, Becs" Chloe deadpanned, with a small smile.

Beca wrapped her arm around Chloe's shoulders and pulled her into her side. Chloe instinctively grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly, before she felt Beca rest her head atop of hers.

"I love you and I want your babies, OK?" she whispered next to her ear, before kissing her temple. Chloe smiled and cuddled closer. "I don't think it really matters when it happens, because I know that we'll always be ready, but talking about it at the airport isn't the greatest place to have this conversation."

Chloe quietly hummed in agreement.

"However, we have ten days in Italy to relax, have sex, talk about kids and our amazing future, have sex..."

Chloe failed to stifle a laugh, before shaking out of Beca's arms.

"You've got a one track mind" she grinned. "It's a good job you lack a certain body part after all."

"Yeah, or else we'd be sat in an airport with our four kids, talking about when we should get married" Beca quipped.

Chloe chuckled before sinking back into Beca's embrace.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

XXX

The seatbelt sign that had been illuminated for take-off finally disabled, an echo of buckles unlocking as it did so. Beca readjusted her arm that was stuck in a death grip, Chloe's arm (lovingly...) wrapped around hers and reached for the blanket beneath her seat.

Booking onto a night flight was Chloe's idea, because "that way we'll be able to sleep before we get there", but she forgot to take into account that Beca cannot just sleep on an airplane, suspended thousands of feet in the air, with strangers surrounding her and uncomfortable seating was not the ideal place to just fall asleep for nine hours.

She threw the blanket over Chloe, before settling back in her seat.

"You know this flight would be so much better if you just tried to sleep, Becs."

Beca smiled, not having to look at her wife knowing her eyes would still be closed and the blanket would be pushed up to her chin.

"Well not all of us can just close our eyes and wake up once we land."

Chloe lifted her head from the brunette's shoulder, "I'll stay awake with you if you want?"

"You're kidding, right? We both know that as soon as you hear the engine you're dead to the world."

Beca felt a playful kick at the side of her leg, before Chloe was readjusting herself and sitting up straight, no longer leaning on Beca's arm and taking the blanket with her.

"Alright then, Mitchell, I'm going to stay awake the whole way and then we'll see who's right" she huffed.

An hour later, Chloe was back to leaning on Beca's shoulder, blanket wrapped around her and lightly snoring. Beca's attempts to help prove her point and send the other woman off to sleep began to work and after a few minutes of lightly rubbing soft circles on the inside of her arm, Chloe was out cold.

Beca spent a minute studying her wife's face, before resting her head on the back of her seat. She focussed on Chloe's breathing - even and calm – and closed her eyes. The events of the past two days running through her mind and one question burning a hole in her head; how did I get so lucky?

Meeting Chloe at Barden was nothing short of a miracle, she has no idea where she would be right now if she hadn't stumbled across her wife at the activities fair of Barden University. Beca felt a smile take over her face, as a flashback of their wedding ceremony entered her thoughts; yesterday was not only the best day, but the start of the rest of her life.

She gently ran her thumb over the hand in hers and let the lulling of Chloe's breathing carry her off to sleep.

XXX

A/N 2: I thought I owed you guys something more upbeat and happier.