Sunday found them all in their pajamas, lounging around the Livingroom. The back French doors were open, letting in a nice breeze and the sounds of the birds and squirrels playing. They had been excitedly discussing apartments near by that Chloe could check out.

Chloe had just gotten up to use the restroom when Aubrey looked at Beca.

"Would you like to tell her your news?" She asked, excitedly and Beca looked at her.

She shook her head. "No. I don't think so."

"Why not?" Aubrey asked, deflating.

"Because, if I end up being pregnant, I won't be able to take the position."

Aubrey looked at her in shock. "What? Why?"

"Because I will be working at the label every day, I will be in countless meetings with clients and new artists. I won't be able to be a full-time mom. I won't even be able to be a part time mom. Your schedule is just as busy. The baby would have to go to daycare, and while I don't think there is anything wrong with daycare, I don't want that. If we have a baby, I want to be there for everything."

Aubrey just stared at her for a long time and Beca started getting nervous. It was when Chloe walked back in that she stood up abruptly and stormed out of the room. Chloe watched her go in confusion before looking at Beca.

"What's wrong?" She asked walking over and Beca shook her head.

"I'm not sure."

XXXXXX

Aubrey locked herself in their bedroom. This wasn't right. What was she doing?

Becas dreams were coming true and now she was having to completely abandoned them because of a selfish decision she made for her. She didn't want Beca to turn down the position. Not only did that mean Beca would be getting her dream job, she would also be making more and maybe Aubrey wouldn't have to work as many hours as she did at the firm. It would mean they would get to spend more time together. Maybe go on that trip they had been yearning to go on since Beca graduated college. And now Chloe was moving back home as well. So many things were happening all at once and it frustrated her.

She didn't want a baby anymore than Beca did. This wasn't fair to her or Beca. Her dad wanted the family name to be carried on and her brother had already made the decision with his wife that they didn't want children. She didn't understand why he wasn't being as hard on him as he was on her. Maybe he just knew that she would listen.

XXXXXX

That night, Beca and Aubrey were laying in bed, both reading when Aubrey set her book down and asked Beca to come lay with her. She carefully set her book aside and scooted into the open space next to Aubrey, laying her head on her chest as she was wrapped in Aubrey's arms.

"Beca, I'm sorry." She said after a while. "I'm sorry about everything. I think you should take that position, whether or not you are pregnant. We will figure it out, I promise."

Beca shook her head. "I can't do it. I don't want to only see our baby right after they wake up and right before they got to bed. I'll even be busy on the weekends and you work on Saturdays sometimes too. It just doesn't seem possible."

"You don't want a baby, Beca. And neither do I."

Beca lifted herself up to look at Aubrey. "What?"

She sighed. "I didn't make this decision on my own, Becs. I don't want a baby right now either. We are still young; we still have so much life to live before I want to dedicate it to a child. Do I want to be a mother? Yes. Do I want us to have a family? Yes. But I don't want that right now any more than you do."

Beca was quiet for a minute. "Then, why did you make me go through all of that testing. Why did you choose a donor and help the doctor to inseminate me?" She asked sitting all the way up.

"I didn't choose the donor. My Dad did. I did it because he told me too. I did it because I couldn't stand up for you or for myself. I'm sorry Beca." She looked down, her face full of shame and it angered Beca more than anything. She never wanted this, yet she listened to her father and made Beca go through invasive and painful testing.

"This is so fucked up Aubrey."

The blonde nodded. "I know that." She looked as if she might cry and Beca felt the anger begin to dissipate. She really was sorry. At least she was telling her this now, while there was still time.

"I could…I could go to another doctor, if needed. We could just tell your dad it didn't work."

Aubrey looked at her, tears clinging to her eyelashes. "You would do that?"

"I'm not ready Aubrey. I know we don't even know for sure if I am pregnant. But wither way… I'm not ready to be a mom. I still trying to figure out how to be a wife."

Aubrey reached over and cupped her jaw in her hand. "You are an amazing wife, Beca."

She shook her head, closing her eyes. Trying to blink back tears. "No, I'm not."

"You are, I- "

"Then, why do you hit me?" She asked. Aubrey froze. Beca watched her guardedly. She felt as though Aubrey was in a vulnerable enough position, apologizing and relating herself to Beca that she might be able to get some answers.

"I-I,"

"You don't know, do you?"

Aubrey looked down, shame covering her face. "I get so angry. I see red." She spoke.

Beca watched her. "I make you that angry?"

"I don't know. I didn't think it were possible, but I get this voice, his voice in my head. Telling me what is acceptable behavior and what isn't. Then, I get so angry and I just…"

"Hit me." Beca nodded sadly, looking away from her Wife.

"I'm sorry, Beca."

"Are you?"

Aubrey nodded. "I really am. I don't know how to prove it to you, or how to show you, I just…I just am."

"You can show me by not ever doing it again." She said, her voice shaking. She didn't want to upset her. She didn't want her to become angry and lash out. She wasn't sure if she would with Chloe right down the hall but she didn't want to take that chance either. She just wanted it to stop.

"I'm going to talk to my dad. I'm going to tell him the insemination failed. Even if it didn't, we will figure it out. I don't want this life, Beca. I don't want to hurt you. Whatever I can do, to prove to you that I am serious about this, please just tell me?"

Beca was quiet for a moment, she was scared to ask what was on her mind. She said whatever she could do.

"I want you to tell your dad that we are no longer going to be joining him for Friday night dinners. I want you to stand up for me. Tell him that you are proud of me, if you truly are. Tell him that he has no control over you or me. I want you to stand up for yourself. I want you to love me, Aubrey. I want your love for me, to outweigh your need to please him."

The blonde looked shellshocked. She had likely never stood up to her father. Beca knew she hadn't in the time they had been together. It had only gotten worse in the last month or so when she became physical.

"Can you do that?"

Aubrey looked at her.

"Yeah. Yes, I can do that. I can do that for you Beca." She said taking her hands, gently.

She sealed her promise with a kiss and they laid down for the night, both their heart rates were skyrocketing for different reasons. Aubrey was terrified of how her dad would react. Beca was terrified of Aubrey being all talk.

XXXXXX

Outside their door, with her phone in her hand, a beautiful apartment just two blocks away on the screen, Chloe stood.

She found the perfect place and it was so close. She was so excited to tell them, she couldn't wait until morning. She had heard them talking and had turned around, not wanting to interrupt when she heard Becas heartbreaking question to her best friend.

"Why do you hit me?"

She couldn't walk away from the door. She couldn't pretend she didn't hear that and she couldn't ignore what she had just learned. Aubrey was abusing Beca. Beca might be pregnant. A pregnancy that was practically forced on her. She knew Aubrey's dad was an ass hole She knew why her mom left him. She knew of Aubrey's obsessive need to please him. But she never in a million years thought she would become him.

A/N: Please review?