A/N: last chapter and this story is complete! i'm sorry, it's super short, but everything in the story was already sort of finished and i didn't want to start a new plot line. thanks to everybody who read, reviewed, favorited or followed this story. i'm sorry this story is a short one, but i just didn't want it to be that long. okay i'm rambling now. enjoy reading!

if you want to read more stories by me, don't hesitate to check them out!

~ bechloeeverywhere

Epilogue

Beca tightened her grip on Chloe's hand when she got ready for another push.

"One more push, Chloe. You're doing great." Chloe sighed deep and prepared herself. She threw her torso forward when she pushed for the final time, her scream piercing through the hospital room.

"Very good baby." Beca kissed her wife's cheek and Chloe fell back in the bed, out of breath and the sweat visible on her forehead. Beca smiled adoringly at her wife who had just given birth to their child. The nurse who is guiding Chloe through giving birth, cut the navel cord. The crying of a baby could be heard. Beca tried to say something to Chloe, for example how proud she is at her and how much she loves their child already, but she had the idea that whatever she said, the red head didn't acknowledged it. The bleeps from the heart monitor began fading out and Beca started to panic when a nurse pushed her away.

"What's going on?" Beca asked a nurse in a high pitched, nervous voice.

"Your wife's blood pressure is too low, ma'am. You need to leave the hospital room so we can take care of her, otherwise she won't make it."

The last thing that Beca saw before she exited the room was that Chloe's eyelids fell close and that the nurses put a oxygen mask on Chloe's mouth.

Beca sat down on a bench in front of the room. It had happened all too quickly. At one moment Chloe is giving birth to their child, and the other moment Beca gets pushed out of the room because Chloe's life is in danger. Beca let the words sink in and burst out in tears. She wanted to believe so badly that everything is going to be okay, but she couldn't not think of what will happen when Chloe wasn't going to be okay. They had almost lost each other once before, and that will not happen again.

About fifteen minutes later a nurse came out of the room, finding Beca sitting on a bench and announced to her that Chloe was stable and that Beca was allowed in the hospital room again. Beca sprung up from her spot and followed the nurse back to Chloe. When Beca was in the same room again when she was in about fifteen minutes ago, she walked straight to Chloe and kissed her.

"Hi." She whispered, leaning her forehead against Chloe's. "I was so scared I would lose you."

"Is our baby alright?" Beca smiled softly. Ofcourse would Chloe care more about somebody else than herself.

Before Beca could answer Chloe's question, a nurse brought their baby in. She placed the baby gently in Chloe's arms. Even though tiredness was still evident in her eyes, a big, bright smile made its way upon Chloe's face when she held the baby. Beca kneeled down next to her, kissing Chloe on her cheek and simultaneously caressing the baby's cheek.

"It's a girl." A nurse said.

Beca and Chloe locked eyes and their smiles grew even bigger if it was possible.

"She has your eyes and chin." Beca whispered.

"And your hair." Whispered Chloe back.

"She's perfect."

"Yes she is. Welcome to the world, Bailey." Chloe said.

"Bailey." Beca repeated the name. Then she nodded approvingly. "Short and upbeat. I like it."

"I'm glad you do."

"I love you so much Chlo." Beca gave Chloe a short peck on her lips. Bailey made a giggle sound and clapped her hands as she saw her moms interacting.

"And I love you too Bailey." And Beca kissed Bailey on the top of her head.

"Would you like to hold her?" Beca nodded heavily. Chloe gave the baby to Beca and she smiled adoringly at her wife and Bailey.

When Beca held Bailey, it felt right. She had a loving and caring wife, who probably cared more about Beca than herself. And now they also had a child, who she already loved more than anything. They are complete.

"This is it Chlo. All we've ever dreamed of. Our own family."

Fin.