"You all were amazing," Chloe praised her students after they finished at their final performance of the year. "I'm so proud."

And she was. The Griffin Arts Academy Choir was the closest thing she had to the Bellas. Sure, in many ways they were totally different, but her heart filled up with joy in that exact same way.

As they ran towards the cafeteria for the reception, Chloe took a moment to appreciate how much they'd grown. She watched as the children ran to hug their families and ventured off to grab some cookies with their friends.

She figured she should probably socialize for a bit as well, but before she could find someone she actually wanted to talk to, Bill, the history teacher and soccer coach at the high school, approached her. Griffin Arts Academy had very few sports and even fewer athletically inclined children, but Bill took his role as soccer coach quite seriously. Chloe discovered this when she, not knowing better at the time, went on a date with Bill.

"Hey Chloe," Bill said, "Your kids were great." It was a nice compliment, but of course followed by a grin that flashed his too white teeth.

"Thanks, Bill," she said. "I've gotta go. I promised the PTA I'd help replenish the snack table," she added so she could make a quick exit. If you'd asked any other single teacher in the room, that had any interest in men, they'd say Bill was worth a shot. It wasn't that Chloe was particularly picky. She did like just about everyone. But when it came to really liking them, well Chloe had a very high standard of comparison.

Normally, she had the patience to flirt back in forth a bit just to placate Bill's need for witty banter, but tonight she didn't have it in her. She opted to chat with some other coworkers making small talk for a while, but even then her heart wasn't in it. Now that the final performance had been successfully completed, all she wanted to do was back her bags and head out. She'd been crossing off the days on her calendar, and she had just one left. Tomorrow was the last day of classes and then she was off to Atlanta.

Some of the other Bellas had to do a bit more planning to get themselves (and their families) to Barden. "Bumper, what airline are we flying?" Amy called into the kitchen as her 1 year old, Davey, started wailing.

Bumper shuffled around a bunch of papers searching for the answer. "Delta," He replied. "Did you make the hotel reservation?"

"Yup, the Holiday Inn." Even Amy, a lax parent by today's standards, figured having a baby in a sorority house during reunion was a bad idea. "They'll have the crib set up."

Bumper entered the living room and placed, a now slightly calmer Davey into his rocker. "Great," he replied, kissing Amy on the cheek.

If you'd told the Bellas, that in 2020, Amy is settled down living in domestic bliss, they would've laughed in your faces. Amy recalled the Bellas' reactions when she announced their engagement, three years ago.

She had uploaded a picture of the ring on her finger to the Bellas' group chat, with the caption "Suck it, Pitches!

Her phone quickly began ringing with a chorus of congratulations. Each filled with a bit of surprise in their voice that they just couldn't completely contain. Cynthia Rose called to offer some advice on marriage. Beca generously offered to DJ, if Amy wanted. Aubrey, the always eager planner, asked if they'd set a date.

"I just can't believe it..." Chloe commented.

"You're just mad I beat ya to the altar," Amy suggested.

"Not at all," Chloe said, "I'm ready to be a bridesmaid, but not quite ready to be a bride..."

"Well we all know you've got your eye on someone in particular…"

Chloe ignored her moving the conversation onward. "Anyway, I'm really happy for you, Amy. Bumper is such an awesome guy."

And it was true. Despite everyone's initial shock, marriage and parenthood suited the couple well. Bumper was a surprisingly competent father and truly brought out the best in Amy. She smiled thinking about one of the first nights Davey was home from the hospital. She found Bumper just sitting in a chair beside the sleeping baby, staring at Davey with a silly grin on his face.

Bumper threw a few more diapers into the suitcase and turned to his wife. "And you booked the babysitter for Saturday?" Bumper asked raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yeah. This little twerp isn't gonna to keep us from having ANY fun," she announced, channeling more of her college self.

Bumper held up his fist for a bump. "Kapow," he said when her knuckles met his. She smiled, thankful to have such a silly AND caring husband.

Beca ran into the kitchen when she heard her phone buzzing. It was Emily. "Hey Bec! I heard you've got your own room this weekend. It cool if I crash with you? I'm getting in Friday night."

"Of course, Em. Can't wait to see ya," Beca replied. And she'd meant it. The last time she'd seen Emily was two years ago, when she, Chloe, Stacie and Amy had a mini reunion and went up to Barden for Emily's graduation. They wanted to give her a proper send off - and that they did.

The night after the graduation ceremony, they all sat on the living room floor of the Bellas' house, red Solo cups in hand. "It feels like my world is ending..." Emily, drunkenly confessed to them.

"It kind of is," Chloe, who had had a few too many drinks herself, admitted.

"But...you're also going to begin some exciting new stuff," Beca consoled. And you know if Beca was being the optimistic one, they weren't in good shape.

"You are a caterpillar," Amy loudly announced. "And you are in transition. And you're wrapped up real tight in your cocoon growing all of your weird new wings and limbs and shit. And you may be wrapped up in that cocoon of awkwardness for a long while, like a longggg while like years and yea-"

"But..." Beca said cutting her off, "then you will emerge a butterfly."

Emily burst out laughing. "God what I would've given to have recorded Beca saying that," she said.

"I know. I almost puked," Beca replied.

Chloe patted her on the shoulder. "Good job. We're all proud."

Two years out, Emily was still in that "cocoon of awkwardness." She and Benji were doing well, but he'd moved to Michigan for grad school, while Emily moved to D.C. for an Americorps position. And the long distance was wearing her down. She was ready for a distraction. Ready to be out of her shitty apartment with her loud roommates and back in Atlanta for the girls' weekend she so badly needed.

That night as she crawled into bed, she smiled to herself. "Just one more day," she whispered. She turned off the light. "One more day."