Chapter 3
From: Chloe Beale
To: Beca Mitchell
Subject: Thank you…
Hey,
So I just wanted to say thank you for last weekend. I can't believe how much of a wreck I was – can't have been your best trip to Manhattan, right? Sorry. And I swear, I'll pay for your flights, as soon as I'm back on my feet.
Mind you, I'm moving back to Florida next weekend – unhappily, I point out – so I'm not sure when I'll be back on my feet. My mum's going spare. She just keeps ringing me and crying. Surely that should be my job? Pregnant. My god. Still sounds weird.
There's an actual human being inside me Bex.
It's all just… well, I'm 23 and having a baby on my own, that's what it is. Ugh.
I'll stop whining now. How are the Bella's? And you? I hope you've got yourself back on your feet academically – don't let my problems tear you away from your essays!
Miss you B-Dog xxx
From: Beca Mitchell
To: Chloe Beale
Subject: RE: Thank you…
Attachments: 1 Document - 'Names'
Cheer up Charlie! It'll be fine.
I promise.
x
PS - just wanted to share this with you - if you get stuck for inspiration you can always use one of these. I think I took the whole 'meet-a-guy-in-the-airport-and-fall-in-love-with-the-douche' situation to a whole new level. Consider them a baby warming present. Baby warming? That's right, right?
I miss you too bugface x
[1] Attachment – 'Document; Names'
- If it's a boy you can call him Jack – then if people see him in an airport people will shout "Hi Jack!" and things will just get messy.
- Bo - or, if you're feeling super nostalgic – Bo Wing. Bo Ing?
- If Baby Beale is naughty call them Little Fokker ? No?
And my final offering from Beca Mitchell, Baby-Naming & Pun Master extrodinaire;
- If there's twins in there call them both Drake.
Take them on a flight. (Figured where I'm going with this yet?
Drakes on a plane? x
Beca Mitchell is now online
John Mitchell is now online
John: Beca?
Beca: Hey dad.
John: How's things?
Beca: Fine. What's up?
John: Just checking in.
Beca: Right..
John: I got an email from Professor Berry.
Beca: Ok.
John: Glad to see your grades have picked up.
Beca: Yeah. Well, I'm gonna go.
John: Hold on, I want to tell you something before you go
[John Mitchell is typing]
John: I want you to promise me you'll be safe.
Beca: Right… And what do you mean by that?
John: I heard about your friend. Chloe, is it?
Beca: And I thought students bitched a lot…
John: Don't get smart with me. She's made a stupid mistake, and I'm not going to let you do the same. Not now – you're so close to the end of your college days Beca, don't let them slip away from you.
Beca: Are you kidding me? Dad I think this conversation is over. Chloe is one of my closest friends – my best friend! And anyway, I doubt I'll be needing to be 'safe' any time soon. Thanks for the concern…
John: Good to hear. I'm not ready to be a granddad yet.
Beca: DAD.
John: And you're not ready to be a mom, either.
Beca: I'll ignore that.
John: Nobody your age is ready to be a mother. Not by a long way. Although I think you'd probably do a damn better job than other people around your age…
Beca: Right – and what's that supposed to mean?
John: I'm just not sure seeing Chloe again is the best thing for you right now. You need to concentrate on college.
Beca: She's pregnant! Not infected with some kind of disease. I'm not going to have a baby just by standing next to her.
John: She's only 23 Beca, understand where I'm coming from. I want the best for you.
Beca: Fuck! Dad! What's wrong with you?
John: Nothing. I'm just making sure you're making good choices.
Beca: I am. Thanks. And my friends are too. I happen to think that Chloe will make a great mother. She's kind, caring, intelligent - and considerate, unlike some people – contrary to what you seem to think she can hold it together through this. I don't need your advice about who my friends are.
Beca Mitchell is offline