The next two days went by faster than expected. Trips to the grocery store, lunches at the park and Becas mother telling everyone she knew about her daughter's engagement. Beca was surprised that her mother was genuinely happy, she was sure that there would be some epic blow out and Thanksgiving would be cancelled. Which wouldn't be so terrible because Beca missed her bed and the fact that Chloe let her sleep in past 9:30. Thankfully nothing too crazy happened - well besides Facetimeing with Chloes parents and Becas mother jumping around in the background. Becas mom had never met Chloes parents, hell she had only met Chloe a few times but instantly knew her daughter's connection to the redhead. It was like fate knew these two had to be together.
"Mom how do you want the table set?" Beca had no idea what to do, she usually just threw some plates on the table and the step-monster would come behind her and fix it. This Thanksgiving was different though, her mother was on edge. Half of her family was coming and she wasn't prepared for their reactions to her engagement and she had no idea how Chloe was feeling.
"I got it Becs." Chloe put her cold hands over Becas and gave her a light smile. Apparently she wasn't the only who was feeling nervous. Chloe had no reason to be, everyone she had ever met fell in love with her instantly. The younger girl just shrugged her shoulders and left the dining room to join her mother in the kitchen.
"Is there anything I can do in here? I can taste test if you want!" Becas mother laughed as she continued to cook, when her daughter was little she used to let her come in the kitchen and taste test 3 things. Little Beca would always pick the same 3 things every year. Stuffing, pecan pie and green bean casserole. When she was 11 her mother used to make a separate plate just for Becas taste testing, and this year was no different.
"Your plate is on the counter and when you're done put it in the dishwasher, unless you'd like to wash dishes all day… We all know how much you love doing that!" Her mother let out a small laugh and then proceeded to continue working. The only response she got from her daughter was an all too typical Beca eye roll. She cleaned her plate in record time and after starting the dishwasher she went on a search to find her favorite girl. Chloe was supposed to be setting the table, but the dining room empty. Beca knew that Chloe would be in two places, either asleep in their bedroom upstairs or helping her mother in the kitchen - and she wasn't in the kitchen.
"Hey mom, I'm going to check on Chlo." Beca didn't wait for a response from her mother. She climbed the stairs in the quietest way possible and walked down the long hallway to her room. When she opened the door she wasn't met with a sleeping Chloe on her bed, instead the room was empty. She was confused. She knew that Chloe was nervous but her family would be here in less than two hours and this was no time to have a meltdown, from anyone. She closed the door to her bedroom and went back downstairs following the smell of the fresh pies her mother had just pulled from the oven. As she walked into the kitchen determined to steal the pecan pie and run away with it, she saw Chloe sitting on the back porch. It was weird of Chloe to be by herself, she had only seen this once - When Beca was hiding her internship from her. Chloe was always checking in on Beca, bringing her snacks and constantly texting her random music lyrics just to see if the DJ would respond in the typical sarcasm she usually received. Beca opened the door and quietly shutting it, trying her best to not disturb Chloe.
"Hey you, what's up? Beca sat down slowly next to Chloe and rested her hand on the redheads knee. Something was wrong, Beca could see it in the way she looked at her.
"Oh nothing." Chloe gave Beca a fake smile and wiped away what few tears were left from earlier. This is not how she thought Thanksgiving would go.
"Is it about your parents? They're probably upset that you're not home, huh?" Beca thought it was a simple as missing her family, but the words that were soon to come would shock her.
"Yes and no. They're not upset that I'm not at home. They're happy that I'm with someone I love, but they don't think us getting married is a good idea - since your family doesn't know. They don't want me to have to go through the ups and downs of your family accepting me or not. So I told them that I would fly home tomorrow. I have to get things ready for school anyway." Chloe wiped away the fears tears that managed to escape while she was speaking. The look on Becas face said it all, she was disappointed but she understood. Chloes family was protective of their daughter, they always made sure that she was making the best decisions. Her happiness was all that mattered to them and that's all that mattered to Beca.
"Okay, let me talk to my mom later after everyone goes home. Do you want me to fly back with you?" Beca couldn't get the disappointed tone out of her voice.
"No Becs, you stay here with your mom. It'll be fine." Chloe didn't wait for Beca to respond, she stood up and started to walk back inside to help finish up whatever needed to be done.
Beca followed the redhead back into the house, which was now utter chaos. Her mother was on the phone yelling at someone about being late and not to forget the ice. Beca just chuckled at the sight, her mother was a tiny disaster - much like she was and it comforted her to know that she was just like the woman she desperately wanted to make proud. After finishing up the few dishes she joined Chloe upstairs to get dressed for the evening. She found the redhead in the bathroom putting on the last bit of her makeup. Chloe was wearing black skinny jeans (much like the ones Beca lived in 90% of the time) a green flannel that was unbuttoned showing off her toned stomach and black bra that Beca was sure was hers. Standing in the door frame she watched as Chloe danced around to one of her old mixes, back from their Barden days. This woman agreed to marry her, in front of their families and friends. She agreed to marry her regardless of what the world thought and Beca knew that she was the luckiest person on the planet… Well besides David Guetta and Beyonce but those were totally different situations.
"Are you just going to stare at me or get dressed?" Chloe shot Beca a wink and the "come and get me" smirk instantly the younger girl felt slightly embarrassed. This is always how the messing around started, Chloe would start it and Beca would always be the first one to make a move, but today there wasn't time to mess around.
"Shut up. I was looking at how stupid you look with your shirt unbuttoned." Beca took her gaze away from Chloe as quick as she could. The older girl chuckled and the next thing Beca knew the green flannel Chloe was wearing was now sitting in the bed in front of her.
"How stupid do I look now?" Chloe took less than 2 seconds to get in front of Beca. She smirked and grabbed the younger girl by the waist to pull her closer. "I bet this is exactly what you wanted." Chloe was seconds from laughing until Beca kissed her with enough force for both of the girls to now be on the bed.
"You know me too well Beale." Beca licked her lips and she stared at Chloes, her lipstick now ruined but neither of the girls cared. Beca kissed Chloe again until her lips felt numb, she took a small breath as she started to kiss Chloes neck - making her way up to point that always sent the redhead over the edge. Chloes hands made their way up to Becas hair, grabbing handfuls. She knew exactly how to make Beca go crazy.
"Ladies it's time to come and greet our guests" Becas mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs as she passed between the kitchen and dining room.
"Shit. Family always ruining things. We should probably get dressed and you might want to cover that up." Beca was pointing to the huge hickey she had left on the redhead - trying her best to hold back her snickering. Of course Beca would leave her mark on the older girl, it was what she deserved after pushing Beca to the point of pretty much attacking her.
"Of course you did!" Chloe knew exactly what Beca did. She stood up as she grabbed her flannel. As she was buttoning it up she watched Beca go through her clothes to find something decent for dinner. Of course Beca picked a red flannel and Black skinny jeans, it was her go-to outfit and Chloe expected nothing less. After cleaning up her lipstick and covering her neck, she joined Beca downstairs to meet her family. There had to at least be 20 people in the house, all talking about Becas music career and the younger girl was actually loving the attention. She answered questions, told stories about the artists she had met and the great move to San Francisco.
'There is something I want to tell you all, it's a pretty big deal and I hope you're okay with it.." Beca motioned for Chloe to come join her in front of the fireplace and nervously held her hand.
"Chloe and I are getting married." The room was silent.