Chapter 3
Chloe woke up to the sound of the coffee machine. She looked around and realised she was not in her own bed. It took her a second to remember everything that happened the night before - standing and sobbing in front of Beca, after breaking news to Chicago that she was pregnant with his baby…
"Shit!"
Beca's scream successfully broke Chloe away from her thoughts. She got out of bed and hurried outside.
A tipped mug was dangling at the edge of the kitchen island and would probably have dropped and broke if Chloe wasn't there to catch it. Beca was concentrating on cleaning the spilled coffee, cursing heavily while doing it. She stood up with multiple soaked paper towels in her hands, finally noticing Chloe, who had been standing there and taking in her profanity all this time. A blush creeped into Beca's face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have cursed so much so early in the morning, especially in the presence of a baby…"
Chloe chuckled. "I don't think it has developed ears yet to hear any of that. Don't worry."
She sat down at the island and started pouring herself a cup of coffee. Beca snatched the mug from her instantly.
"Chlo, seriously? I don't think coffee or anything with caffeine is a good idea for you right now."
Oh gosh. That pout.
"You can't deny me of my coffee!" Chloe shrieked, trying to grab the mug back. "Besides, I still haven't decided what to do…"
Beca paused and looked at Chloe. She slowly sat down on the other side of the island. "Chloe, can I ask you a few questions?"
"Only if by a few you mean three."
After all these years she still knows how to bargain. She was born to be a lawyer.
"How far along are you?" "8 weeks."
"Have you told your parents?" "Yes."
Beca let out a sigh before asking her last question. "Chloe, do you want to keep it? Keep him. Or her…"
Despite the current stressful situation, Chloe couldn't help but smile. There was nothing more endearing than seeing a troubled Beca Mitchell - and it was just about trying to find the right pronoun for her baby.
"The truth is Beca, I'm not sure. I could think of all the reasons why I shouldn't keep it; but a part of me really wants to have this child. Even though he or she may not be born into the best circumstances…"
Beca shook her head. "Any child who has Chloe Beale as a mother would be the luckiest kid in the world. I have no doubt about that."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled. And then Beca said, "Can I ask you one more question? Just one last one."
"I don't think I can deny you one more question when you gave me a compliment like that just now."
Beca laughed. "No, but I'm being serious here - have you seen a doctor yet? An OBGYN?"
"Just that once for confirming and dating the pregnancy." Chloe shrugged.
Beca stood up from the stool. "Okay. So here's what we're gonna do."
"We…?" asked Chloe, slightly confused.
"Yes, we. You are going to call Mama Beale now and tell her you are here staying with me. You scared the shit out of me last night Chlo, and I really don't think it's fair to have more people worry about you." Chloe nodded as Beca continued, "And I'm thinking we should find Stacie."
Nobody would have expected Stacie to get into med school, but she did. She took up an OBGYN residency in New York after graduation, and right now, she seemed like the perfect Bella Chloe and Beca needed.
"Okay." Chloe replied.
"I'll text her right now." As Beca walked away from the kitchen she could hear Chloe's timid voice behind her.
"Thank you Beca."
The voice that could still make my heart skip a beat.