Chapter 6

"Chloe?"

"In the kitchen Becs!" Beca walked to the kitchen to see Chloe tackling some of the dishes they had left from that morning. She wrapped her arms around Chloe from behind and held her tightly, nuzzling her face into her neck. Chloe melted into the embrace. "God, I miss you! It feels like I haven't seen you much these days. Where have you been?"

"The library." It's true, she had been spending quite a bit of time there for a few weeks. Particularly over the last few days.

At this Chloe's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously? You?"

"Hey! Be nice, I read." She gave the giggling Chloe a playful pinch to the side, but kissed her shoulder at the same time before resting her cheek on it. "I was researching."

"Okay Becs, as much as I am dying to learn what you possibly might be interested in enough to do research, your brother sent us a telegram. He's going to be here in a few hours, and this place is a mess!" Beca's brother had left Germany soon after they did, heading to Britain hoping to avoid conscription, or potentially worse. His and Beca's rather murky past was still an issue. In England things were still difficult. Every time he opened his mouth, his accent was a clear give away of his origin. With all the propaganda being distributed, Germans were basically villianified. And many people didn't see any one German as different than another one. It's not like things were a hell of a lot better for German immigrants where they were in New York, but at least Germany was not technically at war with America. They had still not joined. Yet. And soon enough England wasn't far away enough either. When Britain began sending conscription notices anyways, he wrote them saying he would be catching the next boat to New York. Well, more specifically a port a few hours away from them, where he sent the telegram from, and was now on a train heading their way.

Chloe dropped the bowl she was holding in the sink distractedly and stared in front of her, thinking. "It will be great to see family again."

Beca hummed her agreement, tightening her embrace. She felt Chloe's breath hitch when Beca struck on a particularly sensitive spot with her soothing, massaging tongue. She knew that Chloe missed her family. They both missed family. They had letters, of course. But, with the measures taken in censoring from both sides, there were always massive black marks covering up a lot of the words. It made it really hard to catch up. And even then, the letters just weren't the same.

Seeing a familiar face again from back in Germany would be fantastic. And even though it wasn't her own brother, it was Beca's brother and she considered him family. She didn't know really where her own brothers would be now. Or even, really, if they were all still alive...

"Hey Chloe?"

"Yeah Becs? Hey, I love cuddling you, but can you dry?"

"Uh, sure." She untangled from Chloe after giving her a last squeeze and grabbed the rag she was being pointed to. Beca peeked at Chloe hoping that it was a good time to approach the subject. She noticed Beca fidgeting and realized whatever Beca was trying to say was important so she turned and gave her full attention. Beca took a deep breath struggling with how to phrase this. "Um, so. I'm pretty sure that... Okay. Chloe, what if there was a way that you could get pregnant with a child of my own genes, and not have to sleep with anyone. Except... well, me. Of course."

"What? Seriously?" Chloe scrunched her face up not really understanding. "Becs unless you've quite literally 'grown a pair' or something since this morning I'm pretty sure that is not going to work."

"No, really! I think it will! My brother. Biologically he would be the father, but the child would still have my genes right?"

"But how... is this what you've been researching the last few weeks?"

"Yeah!" She had been reading medical book after medical book, articles and documents. She mailed someone who was supposed to be an expert, a PhD or something, anonymously of course. She even looked at legal books surrounding the situation, and parenting rights. She was pretty sure that she had a basic understanding of how it all worked. She tried giving a run down of her plan to Chloe, but she could tell Chloe wasn't really following. "All I need is for you to get a syringe, the longer the better, but without the needle, from your work. So... what do you think?"

Chloe pondered it for a second, but it was really no question what she'd say. The solution was perfect, exactly right for them. "Let's try it! Ask your brother."

"Are you sure? Are you really really sure? Because if we do it and it works, there isn't any going back. Is this what you want?"

"Is it what you want?" She shot back. Everyone who knew Chloe probably assumed she would be looking to be a mother as soon as possible. But Beca was the opposite. Nobody could picture the quiet, yet snarky and sarcastic brunette wanting to have children.

Yet, Beca didn't even have to think the answer. "Yes." She said with certainty. "It is. I want to have a baby with you Chloe." Beca brought her hands up to cup Chloe's face.

Chloe's face broke into a huge smile. "I want that too Becs. I really do." She leaned forward and gave Beca a kiss, who smiled into it as well.

A/N: Awe, poor Mike. He moved from Germany to Britain to America. And little does he know that America will inforce the draft by 1940. He should have moved to Canada. Maybe he will!

Note that Beca's brother was named after Anna Kendrick's real life brother when he was introduced way back in chapter two.

So, the next chapter will be the last that I have some real ideas for. It definitely has room for one shots in the future, but consider the next chapter to be the official last chapter.

Can I take a moment to say, this fic has put some wild stuff in my search history. Things like "Nazi Berlin Curfew", "signs of internal bleeding", "Can someone with a concussion still have sex", "historical cures to seasickness", "turkey baster insemination" and "history of lgbt birth registration laws", so like, you're welcome. This fic has gone some wild places guys.