A/N: I'm back! I apologize if this took longer than the previously published chapters; those were already written as part of a bigger story that I never got around to finishing - and so only needed some minor tweaking - while this one I had to come up with from scratch. This one is written about a new tattoo I noted after watching the second movie (and a bunch of Youtube videos just to be sure) so don't worry if you don't remember this or something.

I do have a tiny request to make; I have another idea for a tattoo for Chloe, but I can't seem to figure out where I want her to have it, so if anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear it! As always, your follows, favorites, kudos, and comments continue to give me life, and are much appreciated.

And just to state the obvious, J.K. Rowling owns all seven of the Harry Potter books, including the quote mentioned within, while Star Wars is owned by Disney and all.

Phew, there's the end of the long A/N. Now onto the even-longer-than-the-last story! Enjoy!

She's not sure how she got here, but Beca's head has been fuzzy all day so she doesn't really care that she's lying on her side with her head in Chloe's lap watching Star Wars of all things.

Her eyes keep blurring as they have been all day, but it doesn't matter because she feels Chloe absently slip her fingers into her hair, the scratching and massaging she feels against her scalp is doing wonders on her. Before she knows it, her already aching and drooping eyes get heavier, so she eventually caves and falls into a rapidly-increasing feverish dream.

Her last fighting thought is that she has to stay awake because Princess Leia is on and is wearing the slave outfit Beca loves.

It isn't too long before she jolts awake and she's mumbling something about a stupid falling feeling when she feels a soothing touch get gentler as Chloe brushes back Beca's hair.

The brunette's covering her face and trying to calm her still racing heart and slow her resulting rapid breathing, so Chloe waits patiently but worriedly until Beca finally unveils her face.

The younger Bella has to squint her eyes to focus on Chloe's increasingly concerned baby blues (not that it does much good; the redhead is still blurry and Beca swears she's starting to faintly swirl around in her vision too).

She's struck with the stray thought that Chloe's eyes are such a startling shade of blue that Beca doesn't even need to look at her face head-on to see them most of the time. Not even the darkness around them in the room does anything to dull the bright blue that's promptly becoming her favorite color.

Beca's just starting to think about how much she enjoys relaxing and getting lost in the redhead's eyes (an idea that surprises her so much it clears up some of the fog settling into her head) when Chloe speaks so softly she doesn't have time to dwell on her bizarre thoughts – not when Chloe sounds so worried and all Beca wants to do is take away the worry.

"You okay? I didn't even realize you fell asleep…"

Beca groggily sits up, trying to be casual, but failing when her voice comes across hoarse.

"I'm fine, s'been a long day and I guess it's just starting to catch up with me now. No worries though, I'll be back to my cranky self after I get some sleep. Eventually."

Chloe continues to watch her, unconvinced.

"For serious, Chlo, I'm good, so stop looking at me like I'm bleeding to death. I am going to head out though, but I'll be back after the weekend."

This gives Chloe pause. Beca lives down the hall; what does she mean she'll be back after the weekend? Where is she going?

Placing a hand on Beca's arm to stop her from crawling – sluggishly, she notes with a frown – out of bed, Chloe makes her questions known.

"Dad asked me to come over for the weekend and babysit Kyle while he and Sheila head out of town to visit Sheila's dad in the hospital."

Chloe smiles faintly at the mention of Beca's baby brother. She remembers the day Kyle was born.

Flashback

Chloe was tired. And really disappointed again.

She was just getting home from yet another disastrous date – she had actually liked this guy until he started talking and she realized he was a sexist ass – and all she wanted to do was crawl into her bed, slip on her headphones and blast one of Beca's mixes until she fell asleep.

But a tiny brunette perched on her window seat with a deep, contemplative frown on her face had Chloe pausing in her doorway.

Suddenly, Chloe forgot all about the tool she had dinner with as she laid eyes on Beca, a small smile unwittingly gracing her face.

Her smile faltered slightly as she walked into her room and got no reaction from Beca. The redhead hadn't been trying to be quiet or sneaky, and even though her bag made quite an audible thump as it fell from Chloe's shoulder, Beca didn't flinch.

It took Chloe calling Beca's name three times and a gentle touch to the shoulder to finally bring the brunette back to the same reality as Chloe – the latter's smile fading altogether and being replaced by the barest hints of a frown because Beca looked… distraught.

Chloe eased herself onto the seat next to Beca, her hand gently resting on her seatmate's knee to help focus Beca's attention.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Never one for beating around the bush, eh Red?"

"Always one for stalling, eh Becs?"

"Touché."

"Well?"

Beca sighed, dropping her head to lean against the window while keeping her eyes tiredly on Chloe's.

"Sheila's having a baby."

"I know, Becs. I threw her the baby shower myself after you decided that the theme should be hard rock, specifically themed after the band KISS."

Chloe smiled because Beca rolled her eyes at her, the stiffness in her shoulders easing slightly.

"I mean soon. Like, any day now."

Chloe merely blinked, not understanding where Beca was going with this.

Heaving another deep sigh, Beca took her sweet time elaborating in that awkward endearing manner Chloe found amusing.

"She's having a baby and I'm-" Beca swallowed thickly before continuing, "I'm going to be this kid's big sister."

At Chloe's growing smile, Beca hurried to finish.

"I can't do this, Chlo. I can't be someone's big sister; I would totally screw up the whole role model thing. I will completely corrupt-"

Chloe shut Beca up with a hand on her mouth, her fingers maneuvering until her thumb was momentarily brushing back and forth along Beca's lower lip as her other fingers splayed along the brunette's jaw. The intimate gesture caught both young women off-guard before Chloe pulled her hand away with a blush.

"Shush, you. Where's all this coming from?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I don't play well with others."

"In case you haven't noticed, you're going to be 20 years older than this baby. Somehow, I doubt there will be a lot of times you'll need to share your toys with them."

Beca's mouth moved, ready to form words, so Chloe lifted her hand again to silence Beca, this time making sure to keep all fingers and thumbs to herself.

"No, shush. You listen to me, Rebeca Mitchell. You are a wonderful person and the sweetest softie I have ever met. You'll babysit and spend your time singing to the baby, or playing it your mixes and generally planting a love for music in them. I can see it now, this baby is going to be a mini version of you, and it'll drive your dad insane. This kid is going to be so lucky to have you as his or her big sister."

A faint blush covered Beca's face as she struggled to keep her lips from stretching into a smile under the redhead's surprisingly stern look. Chloe didn't know why, but she felt like she needed to keep talking.

"You'll probably be the one they call to bail them out of jail," Beca watched as Chloe paused, smiling mischievously before continuing, "or you'll call them when you need bail money."

This brought a laugh out of Beca who pushed Chloe away gently. The redhead felt thrilled to see Beca's tense shoulders relax, the cheeky grin settling back into the brunette's navy blue eyes.

Like most of her actions around Beca, Chloe didn't really think about it as she slipped her fingers into messy brown locks, pushing Beca's hair out of her face in an attempt to fix the unruly curls. Her Bella co-captain had a horrible habit of pulling at her hair and messing it up when she was stressed.

"You're going to be the best big sister, Becs. I know it."

The two women locked eyes, and the younger of two was suddenly overcome with an urge to be closer to Chloe. The women found themselves leaning in towards each other when a phone rang between them.

With a deep blush, like she suddenly realized what she was about to do, Beca looked at her phone, frowning as she saw her step-mother's name on the screen.

Chloe watched as Beca's face drained of all color as she answered the phone, Sheila having gotten straight to the point with, "Your father's out of town, and my water just broke."

End flashback

Chloe had ended up driving a frantic Beca over to her father's house, and then spent the next two hours telling both Beca and Sheila to breathe as she and Beca delivered the brunette's baby brother right there in the Mitchells' kitchen.

The image of a squeamish Beca holding Kyle for the first time is seared into Chloe's memory forever. It was the first time Beca had allowed her tears to fall past her lower lashes, and the look of raw love in her eyes had given Chloe goose bumps. It had taken both the redhead and Sheila calling Beca's name a few times to even snap the latter's attention back to reality long enough for Beca to hand her newborn brother to his mother.

The ginger's impromptu trip down memory lane is interrupted when she sees Beca rubbing at her eyes with reckless abandon, looking too much like Kyle in that moment that Chloe can't help but giggle.

Beca must have been really tired because she didn't even call Chloe out on the giggling. Instead, she got to her feet and almost face-planted on Chloe's floor, the ginger hurriedly grabbing her arm to stop her from falling.

"Becs, you sure you're okay? Maybe I should come with you, or at least drive you over there…"

"I'm fine, Red, I promise. Look, I'll call you soon as I get to the house, how about that?"

Chloe knew that Beca had her mind made up and there was no changing it now. So she opted to simply nod her head and watch Beca go.

It hadn't even been ten minutes when Beca's phone went off as she was driving, the brunette answering to find Chloe on the other end.

"I don't care what you say, you're not feeling well and the idea of you driving in such a state is terrifying to me, so I'm calling to make sure you stay awake while you drive."

"Jesus, Chlo-"

"No, Beca, don't argue with me about this. Please."

Even through her hazy mind, Beca hears the genuine fear and concern in Chloe's voice, so she stops all her arguments and indulges the redhead instead.

"So how would you like to keep me awake?"

"Tell me a story. You went out and got a tattoo after Kyle's birthday party; what's that about?"

"Ah. That."

"I haven't gotten a good look at it yet, but it looked like a long line of text?"

"It is. God, you'll totally think I'm a dork-"

"I already do."

"-but it's a quote from Harry Potter."

After being met with silence, Beca decides to continue explaining before Chloe offers a smartass comment.

"I was four when the first book came out in 1998. Obviously, I couldn't read yet, but I've always loved a good book. So Dad bought me the book, and he read it to me every night. Then the next book came out, and we repeated that cycle, and so on. Until the fifth book anyway before my parents' divorce finalized and he moved out. Even then, he sent me the last two books in the mail as soon as they came out."

There was still silence from Chloe's end, but Beca imagines that the redhead's got a loving smile on her face and an expectant look on her face, so she keeps telling her story.

"Anyway, after we read the third one, there's this line by Dumbledore that stuck with both of us. Dad would paraphrase it and wish me goodnight using it. The quote itself goes,

"For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let him swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud."

And Dad would twist it up and tuck me in with, "swim in the deepest ocean and glide over the highest cloud, my sweet, and I will be here when you come up for air or let your feet finally touch the ground again."

Beca finds herself smiling faintly as she remembers this. It's only Chloe's faint (she hopes Chloe's voice is faint on purpose because otherwise it means her own ears are failing her) "That's adorable" that brings her back to reality. Beca clears her throat before continuing.

"Anyway, earlier in the day – before anyone had arrived for Kyle's party – a package was delivered. The sender address belonged to Mom, which was weird because the card wished Kyle a happy birthday. So Sheila opened it, and to everyone's surprise, Mom had had all seven of my super worn out and well-read Harry Potter books packaged nicely and sent them over. There was a longer note addressed to Dad about how watching Dad and I bond over books and Harry Potter was always her favorite thing, and that he shouldn't deny Sheila the pleasure, nor his son the bond.

After the party was all done and everyone had left, I was walking by Kyle's room when I heard Dad in there, and I stopped. He was tucking Kyle in, and he used our quote.

Later that night, Dad sent me a goodnight text with our version of Dumbledore's quote, and I decided right then that I was going to wake up early the next day and get the quote tattooed."

Beca hadn't noticed, but she had pulled into her father's house some time ago without even noticing.

"Huh. I guess your plan worked, Red. I made it in one piece. Oh, shit- listen, I'll call you later, I'm sorry I have to rush, but Dad's on the porch waiting with Kyle. Bye!"

Chloe doesn't hear from Beca for the rest of the night, but she makes sure to call Dr. Mitchell and run something by him first before it gets too late.

The next morning when Beca wakes up with someone – no, two someones, she notes groggily – in bed with her, the older redheaded one reading a big book with a spectacled boy on the cover to the toddler in her lap, she doesn't question it.

Instead she admits defeat because Beca Mitchell is sick and needs someone to take care of her.