This chapter is a sequel to 'All My Love, Beca Mitchell'.
I kinda think this one sucks :/ and it's way shorter than the other two chapters. Anyway, sorry if you hate this (I do a bit). Reviews are always welcome! :)
I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.
Beca's funeral was different than Chloe's. There were a lot less people for one thing. Where Chloe's had been full or redheaded family members, friends and even just casual acquaintances, Beca's just had her Dad and stepmom, the Bellas and the Treblemakers. The service was smaller, over quicker and seemed quieter. The two groups tried to sing the cup song Beca had auditioned for the Bellas with but fell apart at the chorus.
In the letter she left to her Dad, Beca explained that she wanted to be cremated, and her ashes scattered from the cliff at the coast where Beca and Chloe had had their first vacation together. He didn't know where that was so Aubrey drove him there, and stood back to watch as he shakily pressed his lips to the urn before emptying the contents over the side, which was carried off by the wind into the crashing sea below.
And that's where Aubrey was now, ten years to the day of Beca's death. One of her daughter's hands clung tightly to hers, her other hand safely enclosed in Stacie's. Aubrey couldn't pretend that she was over the deaths of Chloe and Beca. The pain had dulled considerably but it was always still there. Sometimes it would smack into her and feel as fresh as it did all those years ago, but for now it was more of a distant ache. Aubrey also couldn't pretend that she'd been constantly unhappy these past years. Amongst the pain of losing her two best friends were moments of love and joy. She smiled at the memory of them.
Like the time all of the Bellas had gotten together and each gotten a tattoo of a grasshopper and a ladybug. Aubrey had stress-vomited three times before getting in the chair and Fat Amy surprised everyone by almost jumping out of the chair as soon as the needle touched her. Then Lily removed her top (she was getting her tattoo on her right shoulder blade) and revealed a tattoo of a dragon that covered half of her back. As they gaped at her, Lily muttered something no one heard about "prison tatts".
Aubrey looked down at the small grasshopper and ladybug that was inked onto her wrist. Despite all her previous objections to tattoos, she really did love this one.
"Okay baby," Stacie said to their five year old daughter, "you need to throw this flower into the sea for Aunt Beca. Can you do that?" She crouched down and handed the little girl a rose who nodded before throwing the rose into the sea. They watched as it hit the water and was swallowed up by a wave, before they sat on a near by bench. It was the very spot that nine years ago, Stacie had proposed.
The rose left Aubrey's hand and fell towards the sea. She used a shaking hand to wipe the tears that were steadily falling down her face.
"Let's go sit down." Stacie said, squeezing Aubrey's other hand. They sat in silence for a while, Stacie mentally preparing what she was going to say, running through it in her mind for the hundredth time. "I never told you this, but the night of Chloe's funeral Beca told me something."
"Yeah?" Aubrey said, unsure where Stacie was going.
"Yeah. She, uh, she was going to propose to Chloe. She had the ring and everything." Stacie said, reaching into her pocket and squeezing the box that she had been carrying around since Beca had given it to her.
"Wow." Aubrey's heart broke at the thought of Beca never being able to use that ring. "I wonder what happened to it."
"Actually," Stacie pulled the box from her pocket, "she gave it to me." Aubrey turned to look at Stacie, who was now on one knee. "She told me to never assume that you know I love you. She told me to give it to you so that's what I'm doing. I love you so much 'Bree, will you marry me?" Aubrey squealed and threw her arms around Stacie so hard that she sent them both crashing to the ground. "I'll take that as a yes?" Stacie said with a small laugh.
"Yes!" Aubrey covered Stacie in kisses as they lay on the ground, wrapped in each other's arms.
Aubrey's mind then drifted to the day they met the pregnant girl who's baby they were adopting. She was called Rosie and she was sixteen, small and had dark brown hair and misty grey eyes. Aubrey remembered glancing at Stacie as Rosie shuffled into the room. Her stature, her hair, the occasional smirk or eye-roll, she could have been Beca's sister.
Six months later, Rosie had given birth to a little girl. The nurse placed her in Aubrey's arms and asked if she had a name yet. Aubrey hadn't heard a word of what she said and neither had Stacie. They were both gazing open mouthed at the shock of ginger hair and piercing blue eyes of the baby girl.
"Chloe." They both said simultaneously. Aubrey let out a small laugh of disbelief and tears poured down her face.
"Lovely." Said the nurse, writing it down. "Is she having a middle name?"
"Beca." Stacie said, glancing at Aubrey to see if she agreed with her. Aubrey nodded, not taking her eyes away from her new daughter.
"Chloe Beca Conrad-Posen it is then." The nurse said with a smile before leaving the room.
Aubrey looked at her family. Chloe was sitting in Stacie's lap, her blue eyes piercing into Aubrey's green ones.
"You're crying mommy." She said reaching out to hold Aubrey's hand.
"They're happy tears baby." Aubrey said smiling at her and kissing her hand.
Beca felt the redhead at her side before she saw her. Their hands intertwined. The shorter girl looked up to give her girlfriend a smile.
"They're okay, Chlo." Chloe smiled back at her and they sat on the ground together and watched the family as they watched the sunset. Just like they do every year.
Blech, cheesy I know but I couldn't help myself. Anyway, thank you for sticking with this story if you did. This is the greatest fandom ever with the nicest people. Massive love to you all :)