Chapter 5
Beca groaned when she woke up the next morning incredibly stiff from falling asleep in the recliner with Aubrey mostly on top of her. She didn't understand why she woke up until she hear the coffee grinder in the kitchen. She slid out from under Aubrey's grasp. Biting her lip to hide a smile when Aubrey gripped her shirt tighter. She ran her fingers over Aubrey's hand, and the blonde let go. She kissed Aubrey on the side of the head. Then made her way to the kitchen. There was a man she didn't recognize holding the coffee pot over the sink. He jumped, and looked up at her confused. She looked at him confused too.
"Um… Are you a thief?" Beca rose an eyebrow. He looked at her amused.
"Why would I be making coffee really loudly if I was a thief? Are you a thief?" The man chuckled.
"No. And that's a fair point." Beca glared at him.
"You must be Aubrey's friend from Barden? I'm her father." Mr. Posen held out his hand across the kitchen counter to shake hers. Beca stared at him with wide eyes, but returned the handshake.
"General Posen. It's nice to meet you sir." Beca cleared her throat.
"You can call me Frank. Would you like some coffee? I'm brewing a fresh pot." Mr. Posen offered.
"Sure! I'm Beca. Beca Mitchel." Beca introduced herself sitting at the counter across from him.
"The girl that took Aubrey's spot as captain of the Bella's. Interesting. She, and Chloe used to fight about you all the time." Mr. Posen laughed.
"Yeah. Yeah. That's what I heard." Beca.
"My daughter thinks you have great potential. It takes a lot to earn her respect. I like to think I gave her that trait. If she believes in you. That's all I need to know." Mr. Posen slid her a cup of coffee. Setting creamer, and sugar down beside it.
"Yeah. We didn't get along at first. I can't… I don't think I can imagine my life without her in it now though." Beca admitted.
"You don't have to walk on egg shells around me Beca. Jim sent me that photo. I had a lot of time to wrap my head around the idea of you, and Aubrey being together on my way here." Mr. Posen raised an eyebrow at her.
"Sir. I… She was hoping to tell you before you found out that way." Beca explained.
"I think Jim was just trying to look out for his little sister. He wasn't sure how I would react. Which I can understand. My family isn't the best about talking about feelings, and emotions. Which, I hate to admit may be mostly my fault." Mr. Posen responded thoughtfully. Beca's heart was pounding in her chest. This is where he kicked her out of his house. She felt it coming.
"Sir." Beca sighed. Looking down at her cup of coffee.
"I meant what I said before Beca. Aubrey doesn't let people in easily either. If you gained her respect, then you obviously have earned it. This is where we are supposed to have the 'so called' shovel talk however." Mr. Posen took a sip of his coffee with a smirk.
"Sir. I'm very well aware that if I ever hurt your daughter intentionally that I would probably end up in some unknown country. I am also very certain that if you don't have anything to do with that happening then Jim would probably be responsible. I don't know what I can do to make you feel like I deserve to be with her. When I don't even think I deserve to be with her in the first place, but I can tell you that I love your daughter. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt her. I don't know if she… If this is it for us, but I know I want to find out." Beca promised.
"Honesty. I like it, and you are right about the unknown country thing. Although. I think my daughter can take care of herself." Mr. Posen chuckled.
"She definitely can." Beca let out a relieved laugh.
"Hear all that Aubrey?" Mr. Posen looked over Beca's shoulder. Beca choked on her sip of coffee, and turned to see Aubrey and Alice standing in the doorway smiling at her.
"Dad. You're here early." Aubrey walked over to hug her father.
"I thought I would surprise everyone. We finished our assignment a little early in DC. I flew up here late last night. Beca caught me in the kitchen making coffee. I like this one Bree." Mr. Posen pulled Alice into the hug too. Aubrey squirmed away when she realized she was caught in between them. Beca looked at Aubrey wide eyed when the blonde joined her on her side of the counter.
"Exactly…. How much of that did you hear?" Beca asked her hesitantly.
"Pretty much everything after you called my dad a thief. You… Beca. I really wish you would tell me some of these things instead of me hearing you say them to my family members." Aubrey kissed her gently, but pulled back with a frown. Beca didn't meet her eyes. Aubrey glared at her.
"Well. Bree. You guys should go get ready for the day. Jim said something about going into town to show Beca, and Pam around. We were going to watch the kids. That way you guys could have some fun today before the others get here." Alice told them hugging her husband tightly.
"Bree. I think that's code for they want to be alone." Beca picked up her cup of coffee, and took Aubrey's hand pulling her up the stairs to the blonde's room. Beca let out a sigh of relief once they were behind closed doors.
"Okay first off. I never expected to have that conversation with your father today. Jim sent him the picture. Secondly. Babe. I only had one cigarette. I swear." Beca looked at Aubrey worriedly who was standing in front of her with her arms crossed slowly approaching the smaller brunette. Aubrey continued her approach. Beca bumped into the bed, and sat down. Waiting to be yelled at by the angry blonde.
"The kids are still asleep." Beca tried to warn her with a wince. Aubrey's glare turned into a soft smile. She pushed Beca to lay back on the bed, and straddled her hips.
"Well. This is not what I was expecting." Beca smiled up at her placing her hands on Aubrey's hips.
"OH. I'm still definitely mad at you." Aubrey glared at her again.
"Well. This is definitely an improvement from yelling." Beca tried to lean up to kiss her, but Aubrey put her palm on Beca's chest to push her back.
"You told two of my family members that you love me when I haven't even heard you say it to me yet. Then don't even get me started on the cigarette. You know how unhealthy that is for you? I want you around for a long time too Beca Mitchel. You have to promise me no more cigarettes." Aubrey spoke evenly. Beca rolled them over with strength that made Aubrey let out a surprised squeak.
"Aubrey Posen. I promise. No more cigarettes." Beca leaned down to kiss her slowly. Aubrey gripped her shoulders gently.
"How did you even know?" Beca laughed against her lips.
"You tasted different. Even though you just had coffee. I know Jim smokes sometimes when he's stressed out too. It wasn't hard to guess." Aubrey explained. Beca pulled back to lock eyes with her.
"I love you." Beca told her confidently. Aubrey cupped her face, and ran her thumb over Beca's chin.
"I love you." Aubrey kissed her again.
"Tell me again why we used to fight all the time?" Beca asked her with her eyes closed. Aubrey laughed at the loopy expression on her face.
"I'm blaming it on unknown sexual tension?" Aubrey laughed.
"Mhmm. Right." Beca chuckled moving down to nip at Aubrey's neck lightly. Aubrey groaned.
"God. We were stupid." Aubrey gripped Beca's t-shirt again. Beca chuckled against her neck.
"Hey guys. Jesus Christ guys! We really need to enforce some type of sock on the door policy." Jim was standing in the doorway covering his eyes. Beca groaned, and let her forehead drop to Aubrey's chest.
"Jim. I think we need to have a talk." Beca moved to lift her self off Aubrey, but Aubrey pulled her back down.
"You do not want to have that talk with my brother. What is it Jim?" Aubrey laughed.
"We are about to head to town. If you guys still want to go?" Jim chuckled at the perturbed girl his sister had trapped on the bed.
"Yeah. We'll be down in a minute." Aubrey smiled at the groan that Beca let out.
"Come on. I guess we have to get ready to go." Beca pulled away once Jim had shut the door.
"Hey." Aubrey pulled the grumpy brunette back to her. She kissed Beca slowly until she felt the smaller girl smile against her lips.
"I love you." Aubrey giggled.
"You can't just say that every time I'm grumpy." Beca laughed.
"It worked didn't it?" Aubrey kissed her cheek pulling away to get fully dressed.
"Come on. Let's go before Jim barges back in here." Beca pulled Aubrey down the stairs by the hand. Beca, and Jim were sitting in the front seat of the SUV Jim had rented to drive them North Carolina.
"Who still actually goes to the bank?" Beca chuckled.
"Um. People who get their paychecks in the mail." Jim rolled his eyes at her.
"Old people who still write checks, and bank robbers." Beca joked. Pam giggled from the back of the car. Aubrey covered her mouth trying to hide her laughter unsuccessfully.
"It will only take a minute. Pam needs to deposit hers too." Jim promised.
"Hey Babe. You want to go to the museum with us?" Beca turned to Aubrey with fake excitement.
"Are you always this sarcastic?" Jim deadpanned.
"Only when I keep getting interrupted when I'm trying to…." Beca got cut off by Aubrey squeezing her shoulder.
"Yes! Let's to go to the museum!" Aubrey stated uncomfortably. Pam laughed at the two of them.
Aubrey was standing by the coffee courier holding Beca's hand while the smaller girl looked around them in surprise at the amount of people in the small family owned bank.
"See. Not only old people, and bank robbers." Aubrey whispered to her with a smirk. Beca rolled her eyes at her.
They both jumped in surprise when the doors to the right burst open, and three armed men walked into the bank. One with an assault rifle, and two with handguns. Beca glared at Aubrey whose grip tightened on her hand. Jim pulled Pam over to them with a pained look on his face.
"Bank robbers, and old people Jim. Fucking bank robbers, and old people." Beca growled at him. Beca pushed Aubrey behind her while Jim pushed Pam behind him. They held their hands up defenseless against three armed criminals.