Chapter 10
September was usually a good time in New York. The crazy summer months were over, and the city that never sleeps was usually allowed a bit of a breather, before the Thanksgiving and Christmas craze rolled in.
September also signified the deadline for Grammy entries. Recordings had to be released before the end of September to qualify for next year's awards nomination.
And that was why everybody at the label was getting a bit cuckoo.
One early evening in September, while they were discussing the final details of Frank's album, Theo noticed Beca's assistant lingering outside the meeting room, walking back and forth; that got to his nerves.
"Beca, could you deal with your dear assistant, please?"
Beca turned around and gestured her assistant to come in. The poor girl looked so terrified; she almost tripped as she ran towards Beca and whispered something into her ear.
Beca was searching frantically for her phone and realised it was buried under a pile of album cover designs - there were several missed calls and an uncountable number of missed messages. She cursed under her breath and quickly jumped up from her chair and headed out of the room.
"Beca Mitchell, where do you think you're going?" Theo yelled.
"To get myself a baby!"
Stacie, the midwives and nurses were preparing the room for delivery when Beca came bursting through the door. "What the hell, you guys? You couldn't give me a bit more notice?"
Despite all the chaos in the room, Stacie's voice sounded surprisingly calm - she was the doctor after all. "Hello, Beca. Chloe asked me to only text and call you when she is 8cm dilated."
Beca turned to Chloe - the nurses were now propping up her legs onto the holder. "Beca, I know you had an important meeting this afternoon. I didn't want to disturb you unless I was absolutely sure the baby is coming…"
"Chloe, there are certain things which you can disturb me with - HAVING A BABY WOULD BE ONE OF THEM!" Beca was panicking - things were moving really, really fast and she felt like she was about to pass out.
As Stacie began sterilising the delivery field, she couldn't help but yell back at Beca. "Really, Beca? Do you want to argue? Because your baby is knocking on the door right now!"
"But he's early!"
"He is 37 weeks old and he is fully cooked. Get a grip!"
And that brought Beca back to reality. She hurried over to Chloe, held her hand, looked at her and smiled. "Hi."
Despite all the sweat and mess, Chloe was beaming. She was also very put together compared to Beca; which was rather hilarious considering she was the one giving birth. "Hi. How did the meeting go?"
"Sweetie, now is not the time to worry about Frank Ocean's comeback album." Beca leaned over and kissed Chloe on the forehead.