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Chapter 20-Just Love
When Beca awoke, the next morning, she found herself sleeping naked next to an equally nude, and incredibly beautiful red-head. The morning sun was just creeping over the mountain range, and she could hardly wait to see the view of this sunrise.
She found her T-shirt and shorts from the night before on the floor next to the bed, and opened the dresser drawer to look for a sweatshirt, which she found, of course...it was pink. Well, it would have to do, as the mountain air was a bit brisk even for summer. Grabbing her iPhone and ear buds, she quietly opened the french doors that exited Chloe's bedroom to the porch outside. Finding the comfortable wicker rocking chairs and table set, she sat back to enjoy the view.
Once again, she found her self completely shocked that during this summer vacation, she should become a ...morning person, as she looked down at the time on her phone...6:30am.
She immediately found herself lost in thoughts of the passionate night she had just experienced with Chloe. After such a slow progression of their physical relationship for the past month and a half, they seemed to find a comfort and a rhythm that allowed for every indulgence to be fully experienced. Beca let all her inhibitions go, and gave herself completely to her lover, and with much delight, Chloe had done the same. In this moment, she felt a connection to the red-head that she had never before experienced, and quite frankly had never imagined she could ever feel.
She knew she loved Chloe, if she could be honest with herself, she had loved her for a while now, but after their night of love-making, when her most intimate desires were fulfilled, she allowed herself to feel it completely, and she knew Chloe could feel it too.
So what now? she thought to herself.
Am I gay, is that what this means?
Is Chloe the one for me?
How could that be possible?
And if that is true, how and why would we be meeting now, when we are too young to be able to hold onto to each other?
As Beca sat lost in her thoughts, the strangest thing happened...she felt tears streaming down her face. Sure...she had cried, but it was rare. After the divorce she quickly learned how to push those feelings down, as crying just made her feel weak, and she hated feeling that vulnerable. But here she was, after the most amazing night of her life, and she was sobbing, hard.
Chloe roused from her slumber, hearing what sounded like someone weeping coming from outside the bedroom porch. She reached out her arm, expecting to find Beca, but found herself alone in bed. She immediately rose and grabbed her robe from the bathroom door, and went out onto the deck. There she found Beca, with her hands covering her face, crying.
"Beca, Babe, what is it?"
Beca rubbed her face, trying to dry her eyes.."I'm so sorry did I wake you?
"No, I just woke up and didn't find you next to me." Chloe looked on with concern "Is it about last night, did I do something wrong?"
"Oh, God no...you did everything perfect. I just, I'm just not sure what to do with how I'm feeling..."
"Feeling about what we did? Was it weird for you?" Chloe questioned.
"No, No...that's what's weird, it felt really right. You feel REALLY right. Chloe, I don't want you to think I'm some love-sick child. I know we've only known each other for a short time, but what I'm feeling is intense, and you know it's not me to believe in stuff like this."
"Stuff...Stuff like what Beca?"
"Love Chloe...I think I'm in love with you, and that terrifies me."
Chloe looked at Beca in shock, her mouth not moving
Beca rose from her chair, feeling embarrassed by the confession..and headed towards the balcony stairs.
"Beca wait"
"Chloe, just let me go, I've said too much, and I know you must think I'm so ridiculous."
"Beca, stop it, please sit down and let me speak."
Beca turned, and sat back down on the chair, not recognizing the seriousness coming from her normally bubbly ginger.
Chloe took a seat in front of Beca on a foot stool, and looked directly into her eyes.
"Beca Mitchell, I'm in love with you. I have been for longer than a few weeks I believe. I am someone who believes in love, the kind that can last forever. I knew the first time I spoke with you, that you were special, and I knew the first time I hugged you that no one would ever touch my heart the way you do. I knew from the first minute that we kissed that my heart would be yours, I just wasn't sure you would ever feel the same way, so I was happy to be with you however you chose to be with me. You see Beca, I am yours, for as long as you want me. So, the rest is completely up to you."
Chloe reached out to brush the tears away from the smaller girls face, who looked so fragile, that she could break at the words Chloe was saying to her.
"I know that life has made you feel like you can't trust in love Beca, but if you want it, I will spend the rest of my days, trying to show you how much you can trust in me and how much you are loved."
"Chloe, I love you too. I know we are both very young, and I don't know what the future holds for us, but now, I do want all of this, I want all of you, and I do trust in you."
With that Chloe dropped to her knees and wrapped Beca up in her strong arms. She kissed her softly, "I love you Beca Mitchell" she had held those words inside for so long, she felt like she wanted to sing them.
The moment was suddenly interrupted by Beca's stomach that made a loud grumbling noise. Both girls laughed.
"Hungry babe?" Chloe rubbed Beca's belly.
"Yeah, I guess I am"
"Well, I can see what we have downstairs." She leaned back to head inside, but was stopped by Beca's hand.
"I tell you what, if you trust me, I'd love to cook for you"
"Really?.Bad Ass Beca Mitchell...cooks?" Chloe teased.
"I'll have you know Breakfast is my specialty" Beca said proudly.
"Well, I can't wait to see this. Absolutely, the kitchen is yours, I'll set the table outside on the deck."
As Beca made her way around the kitchen, Chloe checked her phone messages. She saw that Aubrey had called late in the night. She quickly checked her voicemail.
