Guest prompt: Beca as Santa's daughter (inspired by Kendrick's next movie) and she goes to give Chloe's daughter a Christmas present, and then they meet and it's love at first sight and blah, blah (let's say Chloe is a single mom, no drama please, just fun).

I didn't follow the prompt exactly, but all the components are there. So, just for fun, I present to you Beca Kringle as told by, well, me.


It's a week before Christmas and Santa's Workshop is buzzing with activity. Santa (aka Kris Kringle) sits in his chair rubbing his temples. His wife, Jessica, walks over to him and gives him a kiss on his rosy cheek.

"Have you heard anything from or about Beca?," Jessica asks.

"I'm sorry, dear," Kris says patting her hand. "I haven't heard anything yet. I've sent Jesse and Stacie out to her last known location to start looking for her."

"I'm just so worried," Jessica said. "She was very upset when she ran off."

"I understand not wanting to be part of the family business," Kris said. "But for her to run off like that without a word to anyone. I'm just at a loss."

"Don't worry, dear. They'll find her," Jessica said. "We just have to be patient."

"Jesse Kringle," his sister Stacie says. "Will you leave that dog alone and let's go. We need to find Beca. Mom and Dad are seriously worried."

"You know she'll come back when she's ready," Jesse said. "She always does. I have better things to do than to run around looking for her."

"She's our sister," Stacie said.

"Fine," Jesse said. "Where was her last known location?"

"It should be just up ahead," Stacie said walking in the direction she was pointing.

Jesse followed Stacie and they came upon the spot Beca was last known to be. Stacie looks around.

"She was here," Stacie said. "No wonder we haven't been able to track her. She took off her locator."

Stacie holds up the device showing it to Jesse. She waves her hand revealing a glitter trail.

"Good thing Dad created a backup tracker," Stacie said. "There's her trail. She definitely was here, and it wasn't too long ago."

"She went this way," Jesse said following the trail.

Stacie and Jesse followed Beca's trail to a music shop. They look inside but don't see Beca. Stacie waves her hand and the see the trail leading away from the shop. This goes on for a while. They'd follow the trail and lose it. Find it again, only to lose it again. They were just wandering all over L.A. when Stacie stops and smacks her forehead with the palm her hand.

"I should've thought of this before," Stacie said. "She's probably at one of the local hospitals. You now how much she likes visiting the kids."

"You're right," Jesse said. "Let's go."

Beca Kringle wandered around just going here and there. She loved that she couldn't be seen by anyone except for the occasional child. When they noticed her she'd make funny faces at them causing them to giggle. Their parents would look around wondering what they were laughing at. She wandered around until she found herself standing in front of a hospital. She looked up at the building and made her way inside. She walked around until she found her way to the children's ward. She always liked coming to the hospital because it made her feel good when she could make one of the sick children smile. She would stay to talk to and comfort them when no one else was around. This was one of the few things she got to do as the daughter of Santa Claus that she really enjoyed doing. She always volunteered for this job.

This time though, she came because she knew it would make her feel better. Her dad was giving her a hard time about not wanting to be a part of the family business. She just wanted to make music. Music made people happy and wasn't that what the family business was all about? Making people happy.

Beca wandered down the hall waving at some of the kids as she passed their rooms. She saw a little boy who was all alone. She went into this room.

"Hi," Beca said. "I'm Beca and Santa sent me to check on you."

"Santa Claus sent you to check on me?," the little boy said. "Will he still come if I'm in here in the hospital?"

"Of course he will, Bobby," Beca said.

"You know my name!," Bobby said. "Did Santa tell you?"

"Yes, he did," Beca said with a smile and a wink. "I know all the children's first names. What's your last name?"

"Miller," Bobby said.

Beca pulled out her phone and typed something on it.

"Hmm," Beca said. "Robert "Bobby" Miller, 7 years old, wants a Star Wars Lego set and a new basketball. You like Basketball?"

"Yeah," Bobby said. "I'm a Lakers fan like my dad."

"That's cool," Beca said. "Well, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but chances are really good that you'll get what you asked Santa for."

"Really?," Bobby said.

"Really," Beca said. "I also have it on good authority that you will get out of here soon. You just have to keep believing and you'll be out of here in no time."

"Thanks, Beca," Bobby said.

"Well, I have to go," Beca said. "I'll see you around."

"Bye, Beca," Bobby said, waving as she walked out the door.

Beca left Bobby's room and wandered down the hall. She looked in one room and saw a redheaded girl who looked like she was about five years old. She saw a mass of red hair spread out on the bed next to the girl. The person was holding the young girl's hand. The girl reminded her of another little girl. A little girl she thought about every single day. She thought back to the first she saw that little redheaded girl. It was the only time she remembers going with her dad on Christmas Eve to deliver toys around the world. She was five years old. She felt a strange connection to her even today. As she thought back she found herself rubbing her chest because she had a funny feeling running through it.

Flashback

"This is so much fun, dad," five-year-old Beca said as they flew threw the air.

"Ho, Ho, Ho," Santa said with his jovial laugh. "Just think, you could be doing this every year when you grow up."

Her dad would wave his hands and packages would magically float down into houses to land under the tree. Every so often, when her dad passed over a house where there was an especially good little girl or boy, he would land the sleigh on the rooftop and deliver the packages himself. Her dad landed the sleigh on one rooftop and hopped out and this time told her she could go with him. Beca jumped out, more excited than she had ever been in her life. She followed him and the next thing she knew she was standing in a living room as her father put presents under the tree. He handed her a cookie and she took it with a smile.

"Santa?," a small voice said.

Beca turned to see a little girl about her age. Beca just stared at her. This little girl was so pretty. She had red hair and big blue eyes. Her eyes were bluer than the bluest blue Beca had ever seen.

"Well, hello there, Chloe," Santa said.

"Hi, Santa," Chloe said with a smile and a wave before looking at Beca. "Who are you?"

"This is my daughter, Beca," Santa said putting a hand on Beca's shoulder.

"You're pretty," Chloe told Beca.

"So are you," Beca said quietly.

"Come on, Chloe," Santa said. "We'd better get you back to bed."

Santa walked Chloe back to her room and Beca followed. Chloe turned and hugged Beca before Santa put her into bed and wished her a good night. He then waved his hand and Chloe fell into a deep sleep, only remembering everything the next day as if it were a dream.

Beca shook her head at the memory. This wasn't the same girl. This girl's name was Sophie. Plus, the girl Beca remembers would be Beca's age by now. Beca entered the little girl's room and walked over to the bed. The little girl opened her eyes; her bluer than blue eyes, and smiled at Beca. Beca felt a fluttering in her stomach when she saw Sophie's eyes.

"Hi, Sophie," Beca said smiling back. "I'm Beca."

"Hey, my name's Beca, too," Sophie said. "Sophie Beca Beale. That's my whole name."

"Nice to meet you, Sophie Beca Beale," Beca said with a smile. "Why are you here in the hospital?"

"I fell and hurt my head," Sophie said.

"Ouch!," Beca said and then pointed to the person who's head was laying on the bed. "Who's this and what's their name?"

"That's my mommy," Sophie said. "Her name is Chloe."

"Chloe?," Beca said wondering if it could possibly be the same Chloe.

The redheaded woman lifted her head and looked around. She could've sworn someone called her name. Beca let out a gasp. It was her. She'd recognize her anywhere.

"Hey, Soph," Chloe said seeing she was awake. "How are you feeling, baby?"

"Fine," Sophie said. "Aren't you going to say hi to Beca?"

Beca's eyes flew open wide, hoping Chloe couldn't see her.

"Beca?," Chloe said looking around.

"She's right there," Sophie said pointing at Beca.

"Um, she can't see me," Beca said letting out the breath she was holding.

"How come?," Sophie asked sitting up.

"How come what, Sophie?," Chloe asked.

"Beca said you can't see her," Sophie said. "How come you can't see her?"

Beca and Chloe both looked at Sophie, neither one knowing what to say.

"Your mommy can't see me," Beca said. "Because I'm Santa Claus' daughter and she doesn't believe in Santa Claus any more. You can't see us if you don't believe in Santa Claus."

"You don't believe in Santa Claus?," Sophie asks her mother eyes wide with disbelief.

"What?," Chloe said clearly confused. "Sophie, what are you talking about?"

"Beca said you can't see her because she's Santa Claus' daughter," Sophie said. "And you can only see her if you believe in Santa Claus."

"I'm going to get the doctor," Chloe said and hurried out of the room.

"You need to tell them you were dreaming," Beca said quickly. "Otherwise they're going to think you have a concussion and will want to run more tests and you'll have to stay in the hospital for a while. You might not be able to be home for Christmas."

"Will you still be here if I do?," Sophie asked.

"Yes," Beca said as Chloe hurried back in with a doctor.

"Hi, Sophie," the doctor said. "How does your head feel."

"Better," Sophie said glancing at Beca.

"Your mommy said you were seeing things," the doctor said. "Like someone else in the room. Do you still see them?"

"I was just dreaming," Sophie said and Beca smiled at her. "I was dreaming that Santa Claus' daughter was here. Her name was Beca, just like my middle name."

Beca and Chloe both let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, that's good," the doctor said and turned to Chloe. "She's fine. The tests showed no concussion. We just want to keep her overnight for observation. You can take her home tomorrow."

"Hear that, Soph?," Chloe said. "You will be home for Christmas."

"Have a good evening," the doctor said. "I'll stop by and see Sophie in the morning."

"Thank you, doctor," Chloe said as the doctor left the room. "You had me worried, young lady."

"Sorry, mommy," Sophie said.

"It's okay, baby," Chloe said sitting on the bed and giving Sophie a hug. "I'm just really glad you're okay."

"Do you believe in Santa Claus?," Sophie asked again.

"I used to," Chloe said. "And I think sometimes I still do, but then things happen and I'm not so sure anymore."

"He's real, mommy" Sophie said hugging her mother tighter. "I know he is because I can really see Beca."

"Sweetie, that was just a dream," Chloe said.

"No, it wasn't," Sophie said pulling away from her mother with tears in her eyes. "She's still here. I can see her. She has brown hair and really pretty eyes. They're blue. Dark Blue. She's really pretty, too, mommy. You'd like her. She remembers you."

Beca started to panic. She should probably leave but couldn't. She gets an idea.

"Sophie," Beca said causing the girl to look in her direction. "Ask your mommy if she remembers the dream she had about Santa Claus."

"Beca wants to know if you remember the dream you had about Santa Claus," Sophie said looking back at Chloe.

"I do," Chloe said with a small smile. "I was about your age. I dreamt that I saw Santa putting presents under the tree."

"Was there someone with him?," Beca asked.

"Did he have someone with him?," Sophie asked.

"Yes, he did," Chloe said. "How do you know this?"

"Who was with Santa, mommy?," Sophie asked and Beca smiled.

"He said she was his daughter," Chloe said remembering back. "Her name was-. Oh, my God."

Chloe has her hand to her mouth and is staring at Sophie.

"She remembers you," Sophie said with a smile toward Beca.

Suddenly, Beca felt a warmth like she'd never known before. She looked up when she heard Chloe gasp and saw her looking right at her.

"It is you," Chloe whispers as she looks into Beca's eyes.

"You can see me?," Beca asks.

Chloe nods her head.

"This is not supposed to happen," Beca said panicking. "Um, I should probably leave now."

"No," Chloe said jumping up and grabbing Beca's arm. "Please stay."

"Beca!," Stacie said as she and Jesse rush into the room. "Thank goodness we found you."

"Of course you're here right now," Beca said looking at her brother and sister.

"Um, of course I'm here," Chloe said. "I'm not leaving."

"Hi," Sophie says and waves at Stacie and Jesse.

Chloe looks confused again.

"What's going on?," Chloe asked. "Sophie, who are you talking to now?"

"There's two more people here," Sophie said.

"It's just my sister and brother," Beca said.

"Sister and brother?," Chloe asks. "As in, more of Santa's children?"

"Yep," Beca says.

"Wait," Stacie said. "She can see you? And hear you? So, why can't she see us?"

"I don't know," Beca said. "Chloe, can you excuse me for a minute?"

Chloe just nods her head and goes back over to Sophie's bed. Beca drags Stacie and Jesse over to the corner of the room.

"We need to call mom and dad," Beca said. "I don't know why but as soon as Chloe remembered me, she could see me."

"But she can't see us," Jesse said. "So, it's not because she believes in dad."

"Exactly," Beca said. "And I didn't become visible on my own. So, why can she see me?"

"I'll call mom," Stacie said as she pulled out her phone.

Stacie pulled up her mom's number and pressed call. The phone rang twice before it was answered.

"Stacie, dear," Jessica said. "Have you found Beca?"

"Yes, we found her," Stacie said. "But, something weird is going on."

"Is she okay?," Santa asked.

"I'm fine, dad," Beca said. "It's just. I met Chloe and her daughter."

"You met Chloe?," Santa said. "That's wonderful."

"Dad," Beca said. "She remembers me, us. From that time when I was about five and made the rounds with you."

"And, let me guess," Jessica said. "She can see you even though you didn't show yourself and she doesn't believe in your dad."

"How did you know that?," Beca asked. "Mom, what's going on?"

"I'll tell you," Jessica said. "But, just don't freak out."

"Telling Beca not to freak out, is guaranteed to freak her out" Jesse said with a laugh.

Beca smacks him. Sophie starts laughing as she watched the three. Chloe just looks at Beca talking and smacking at the air. Chloe can't help but think that Beca is really beautiful. Maybe a little crazy as well, but really beautiful. When she looked into her eyes, she knew exactly who she was. She's dreamt of those eyes for most of her life. She's looked at every woman she's ever met, hoping to one day see those eyes again. Tears came to her eyes as she realized this truly was the woman she had been looking for.

"Go ahead, mom," Stacie says ignoring Beca and Jesse.

"Beca, my dear," Jessica said smiling. "You've found your true love."

"What?," Beca, Stacie, and Jesse all say.

"It's true," Santa said. "When you find your true love you will no longer be invisible to them. Chloe is your true love."

"I, that's, what?," Beca stammers.

"She's really pretty," Jesse said. "You did alright for yourself there, sis."

"Shut up," Beca said blushing and glancing over at Chloe.

"So, you guys are okay with this?," Beca asked. "With my true love being a woman?"

"Dear, love is love," Jessica said.

Beca just stares over at Chloe. Chloe is looking back at her and smiling. Beca's heart was beating faster. She couldn't believe all that was happening.

"Stacie, Jesse," Santa said. "Make yourselves visible to Chloe. Explain everything to her. And then call us back and put her on the phone."

"Okay, dad," Stacie said and ended the call.

Jessica laughed and looked at Santa.

"I wish I could be a fly on the wall for this," Jessica said.

"It will work out," Santa said taking Jessica's hand. "It did for us."

Chloe's eyes widened as two more people suddenly appeared in Sophie's room.

"I, I can see all three of you now," Chloe said.

"That's Jesse," Beca said pointing to him. "And, that's Stacie. I know this is all kind of a lot to take in. Stacie's going to try to explain it all to you."

"Right," Stacie said. "You might want to sit down for this."

Chloe sits on the bed and pulls Sophie to her. Jesse closes the door and stands next to Stacie.

"Okay," Stacie starts. "So, there are three ways adults can see us. One is if we allow them to, like Jessie and I just did. Another is if they truly believe in our dad, Santa Claus. The third is when we have found our true love."

Stacie stopped and watched Chloe to let what she said sink in. Beca watches Chloe as well. She suddenly sees the brightest smile light up Chloe's face. Chloe gets off the bed and walks over to Beca grabbing her into a hug. Jesse, Stacie, and Sophie all smile at the couple.

"How are you not freaking out about this?," Beca asked holding onto Chloe.

"I've dreamt about you my whole life," Chloe said pulling back to look at Beca. "Every girl, every woman I saw, I would look into their eyes hoping to see the blue eyes I remember. Even though I thought I had made you up in my dream, you were still very real to me. I've been in love with you for almost twenty years."

"So, it's true?," Beca said. "You are my true love."

"Looks like it," Chloe said with tears in her eyes.

"That explains so much," Beca said. "I've loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you when I was five years old. I've thought about you every single day over the years. I remember your eyes the most, too. I never imagined that I could actually find you and be with you. When you said you remembered me, I felt this warmth throughout my body and my heart started beating faster."

"That's love," Stacie said.

Beca and Chloe both smiled at her. Beca looked at Chloe. She slowly leaned in and connected their lips. Beca felt the same warmth she had felt earlier and pulled Chloe closer, deepening the kiss. They broke the kiss and Beca put her forehead against Chloe's.

"That's love," Chloe repeated and Beca smiled.

"We have to call mom and dad," Jesse said. "They want to talk to you."

"Santa wants to talk to me?," Chloe said wide eyed.

"Can I talk to Santa, too?," Sophie asked excited.

"Wait!," Beca says suddenly. "Hold on for just a minute. Chloe, can I talk to you over here?"

Chloe nods and Beca leads her to a corner of the room away from everyone else.

"What about Sophie's dad?," Beca said quietly. "How is this going to work with him and us?"

Chloe looked down at the floor, her cheeks flushed.

"Um, he won't be a problem," Chloe said. "Sophie is a result of a Frat party with too much tequila, raging hormones, and a broken condom. Not that I would ever change anything because she is my world. Her father ran when he found out I was pregnant. I notified him after she was born and he said he wanted nothing to do with her or me. I haven't heard from him since."

"Yes!," Beca said. "I mean, I'm sorry he-. Who am I kidding? I'm not sorry. I'm glad her father isn't in the picture. Do you think Sophie would be cool with having two moms?"

"I think she'd love it," Chloe says. "I know I would."

Beca kisses Chloe and Stacie clears her throat causing them to break the kiss.

"Oh, right," Chloe said and led Beca back over to the group.

"Let's call mom and dad," Beca said smiling.

Stacie pulled out her phone and made the call.

"So," Jessica said answering on the first ring. "How'd it go?"

"Mom," Beca said smiling. "I'd like you to meet Chloe, and her daughter, Sophie."

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Santa," Sophie says causing everyone to laugh.

"Hello, my dear Sophie," Jessica said with a laugh.

"Hi, Sophie," Santa calls out. "Ho, Ho, Ho."

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Claus," Chloe says. "I'm Chloe. It's a pleasure to speak with you both."

"Oh, Chloe Anne Beale," Santa says. "You always were one of my favorites."

Chloe blushed and Beca nudged her shoulder and smiled at her.

"I have a little story to tell you and Beca," Santa said. "You see, when I took Beca with me on that Christmas Eve almost 20 years ago, it was so that she could meet you, Chloe. Mrs. Claus and I already knew that you two were destined for each other. The only thing I am allowed to do is help you meet. The rest is up to you."

"So, you knew Chloe was my true love," Beca said. "When were just five?"

"Yes, we did," Jessica tells them. "And, I'm so glad you found each other. I was ready to break all the rules to get you two together."

"Hold on a minute," Jesse cuts in. "Does this mean that Stacie and I have a true love we've already met?"

"Um, uh," Santa said. "Jessica dear, do you want to take that one?"

"You both have met them already," Jessica answers Jesse. "But, before you ask, just like we couldn't tell Beca, we can't tell you. Just know that both of you will find your true loves within a year."

"Oh, my gosh," Stacie says. "We can have a triple wedding."

"No, we can't," Beca said. "I've waited twenty years to find my way to Chloe. I want to be a permanent part of her and Sophie's life and I'm not waiting any longer than I have to for that to happen. I'm planning for our wedding happening as soon as possible."

Chloe smiled and pulled Beca into a deep, intense kiss. Chloe breaks the kiss and looks at Beca with a huge smile.

"If that's your way of proposing," Chloe said. "I accept."

"Yes," Beca says with a fist pump.

"Does this mean, I get to call Santa and Mrs. Claus grandma and grandpa?," Sophie asks.

"Ho, Ho, Ho," Santa laughs. "We love the sound of that."

"I can't believe this is all happening," Chloe said holding onto Beca.

"Sophie," Jesse said. "I bet if you asked grandpa nicely, he'll grant the second part of your wish."

"What wish?," Chloe asked picking up Sophie.

"I sent Santa a letter," Sophie said. "I wished that he would bring you the girl with the pretty blue eyes that you always talked about."

"That would be me," Beca said with a smile, wrapping her arms around Chloe and Sophie.

"And the second part?," Chloe asked.

"I can answer that," Santa said. "Sophie, how would you and your mommy like to make a visit to the North Pole after Christmas? Meet your new grandma and grandpa in person."

"Yes!," Sophie shouts and claps her hands. "See, mommy. I told you Santa was real. And, now he's gonna be my grandpa."


Fun Fact: I used the name Jessica for Mrs. Santa Claus (aka Mrs. Kris Kringle) because the only place I could find a first name for her was from the 1970 U.S. children's classic Santa Claus is Coming to Town, not because it's the name of one of the Bellas. Just thought you might want that little piece of information.

I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it. Until tomorrow.