Hello everyone! It's been way too long, hasn't it? Well, this year I'll be graduating from Law School, so things have been crazy, aside from having a girlfriend.
I'd like to remind you all to #staythefuckhome and be safe everyone! I hope to post more now that I'm in quarantine
Callie would often visit Charlotte, play with her sisters, talk to her mothers, she had a lot of fun. Charlotte had also been to the older girl's home, met her parents, older brother, she really liked them.
Beca and Chloe monitored the two well, they didn't let Charlotte stay with Callie late at night if it was a school night, and Charlotte's grades were going well so far.
Chloe was out with Leslie buying groceries, while Beca stayed at home with Sophie and Charlotte. She was in her studio when she heard loud voices coming from upstairs, she frowned and immediately made her way over, where she found Charlotte arguing with Sophie.
"Okay, one at a time, what's going on here?" Beca asked.
"Mommy, Char wouldn't let me speak to grandpa!" Sophie complained.
"What? Why?" Beca asked.
"It so happens I was talking to grandpa about something very important," Charlotte crossed her arms. "And Sophie was trying to interrupt."
"Char, Sophie wanted to speak to grandpa, what was so important that you couldn't give her the phone for a few minutes?" Beca asked, crossing her arms.
Charlotte sighed.
"I was talking to him about Barden," Charlotte said.
"What about Barden?" Beca frowned.
"You know, if I could also go there for free, for being his granddaughter, if not, could I get a scholarship, this kind of stuff," Charlotte said.
"What? But Char, you're a freshman in high school," Beca said.
"I know mom but I really want to go there and be a Barden Bella like you and ma, so I wanna know if I can do anything now while in high school to ensure I get in," Charlotte said.
Beca was speechless. Her 15-year-old daughter was already looking at colleges.
"And that was a reason not to let me talk to grandpa?" Sophie put her hand on her hip.
"Yes it was, Sophie," Charlotte said through gritted teeth.
"Char, I understand you're trying to assure you'll have an academic future at Barden University and, believe me, it makes me very proud, but you could've let Sophie talk to grandpa for like 10 minutes," Beca said.
"Okay, fine, whatever, I'm done talking to him anyway," Charlotte said.
"Mom, can I use your phone to talk to grandpa? I have very important stuff to tell him. Woman stuff," Sophie said.
"Sophie, I'm more of a woman than you," Charlotte scoffed.
"The only difference between you and me is that you get your period and I don't," Sophie said.
"Girls, don't fight. Soph, here's my phone, go call grandpa," Beca said, handing Sophie her phone.
Sophie smiled and left the room with the phone in hand. Beca sighed and turned to her teenage daughter, who sat on her bed and looked down at her phone.
"Char, do you really want to go to Barden?" Beca asked, taking a seat next to Charlotte.
Charlotte shrugged.
"I mean, yeah," she looked up at her mother. "Ever since I was little I've known I wanted to be a Barden Bella like you and ma."
"Wow," Beca said. "Well honey, best of luck with that."
Charlotte smiled.
"Thanks, mom," she said.
Beca patted her knee and got up, going back down to her office, passing by Sophie's room, where she found the little redhead walking back and forth talking on the phone with her grandpa.
The brunette spent the next 15 minutes working on a few mixes before there was a knock on the door.
"Come on," Beca said.
Sophie opened the door and smiled, coming in.
"Thanks for the phone, mommy," Sophie said.
"You're welcome, did you have a nice talk with grandpa?" Beca asked.
"Oh yes, it was very nice," Sophie nodded. "I told him I want him and Sheila to come over for my birthday."
"Sophie, your birthday is months away," Beca chuckled.
Sophie crossed her arms. It didn't matter how old she got, her mad face remained the same since she was a toddler.
"Does it matter? I want grandpa, grandma and Sheila to come,"
"I know you do," Beca said. "Well, I'm all done for the day, want to do something?"
"Yes! I wanna stretch!" Sophie said. "And I could use your help!"
"Oh, great! Let's get started then," Beca turned off her computer before getting up.
She followed Sophie to her room, where the redhead changed into a tank top and leggings before they went to the living room. Beca moved the furniture back so they'd have more space, and Sophie put on some music. Sophie began warming up before she turned to Beca.
Beca helped Sophie with her stretches, spotted her so she wouldn't get hurt before Sophie went to get her pointe shoes. Her teacher made it clear she had to work on her own, with supervision.
Beca had watched enough classes and had learned enough from the teacher to know if Sophie was doing a good job, if there was anything she could improve. She had to study to be able to help her daughter, she wanted her to improve.
The brunette was utterly impressed by how much her daughter was improving. Sophie had it all: the posture, amazing strength in her little body that would leave many impressed. Sophie worked on upper and lower body strength after she was done with her ballet exercises.
After Sophie had taken off her pointe shoes, she began her strengthening exercises. Beca heard a car getting in the garage and she got up to help her wife and younger daughter carry the groceries inside.
Beca smiled at her wife and daughter as they headed inside.
"You won't believe what Charlotte told me," she said with a small chuckle.
"What?" Chloe said, putting the bag down.
"Well, actually, I walked in on Char and Soph having an argument, Sophie wanted to talk to my dad, but Charlotte wouldn't let her, and that's when she told me she was talking to him about what she needs to do now to ensure she gets in Barden because she really wants to be a Barden Bella!" Beca said excitedly.
"Oh my God, really?" Chloe asked.
"Yeah! She said she wanted to be one since she was little," Beca said.
"Well, that's no surprise," Chloe said, thinking.
"Yeah, I mean, it's no surprise, but I didn't think she was serious," Beca said.
Chloe chuckled.
"Mommy, when I grow up, I wanna work with genetic engineering. Take it seriously," Leslie said. Chloe bit back her laugh while Beca looked like a deer in headlights.
"Don't worry, honey," Beca said, finally.
Leslie nodded.
"So Leslie, you really want to work with genetic engineering?" Chloe asked.
"Yes," Leslie said. "I wanna go to Harvard for it,"
Chloe and Beca looked really surprised to hear that.
"Harvard?" Beca asked.
"Yeah," Leslie said. "I know it's hard, but I need to study hard, get excellent grades so I have a chance to get in."
"But Leslie, you're only 6!" Chloe said.
"Mamma, I'm already in third grade, I hope to graduate high school by the time I'm 15," Leslie said. "I'm not getting any younger."
"Honey, you know your mom and I have no problem with that, but we just want to remind you to live your life, stay young, don't be in such a rush to grow up," Beca said.
"I'm not, mommy," Leslie said. "I'm just thinking ahead, after all, lazy people never changed the world."
"Well, we just want you to be happy, honey," Chloe said.
"And I am," Leslie smiled. "Don't worry, you're both doing the right thing."
The two women smiled as they watched their daughter exit the kitchen.
After enrolling Leslie in Stratford School, neither Beca nor Chloe thought their child would be in third grade when she was only 6 years old, but most of her classmates were around that age.
Since December was right around the corner, Sophie's birthday wasn't far, and the little redhead was very excited about turning 11. She hoped things would change, and, in fact, things were starting to change. She'd been developing as a pre teen.
People said Sophie had the body to be a ballerina: very slim, small shoulders, long neck and beautiful feet. Of course, they had permanent blisters on it because of her pointe shoes.
Since Charlotte turned 15, either Chloe or Beca started teaching her how to drive. She was a great learner, and she rarely got nervous. She got her learner's permit in November, so that in April she could get her driver's license. The girl was very excited, she couldn't wait to get a license.