"She was more talkative than she was yesterday." Chloe whispered. "She seemed a lot happier too."

Stacie sighed.

"I believe you heard what you did. But, Beca seems happy and healthy. She doesn't act like a battered wife."

"Something is off. The way Aubrey looks at her, I know you saw it too. And in the car, when you mentioned Beca being depressed, Aubrey had a tone."

"She mentioned a therapist too, were you aware they were in therapy?" Stacie asked.

"No, but that's not something that married couples usually share. It could be any number of things."

Stacie sat up so she was propped on one elbow looking down at Chloe. With a sad smile, Chloe angled her head to look at her better.

"Chlo, I know you're worried about her, I am too. But until she says something or we see something, there's not much we can do."

Chloe nodded dropping her eyes. "I know that. And I hate it. Because I know it's true. I know she has hit her at least once. Or I wouldn't have heard Beca say that."

"We will know soon enough. If she is…with you nearby and my availability to be around as well, it will only be a matter of time before we have proof."

Chloe nodded. "Thank you for being willing to help, Stace."

Stacie laid back down and let Chloe curl into her like she used to do in college, when Beca was either with Jesse, locked in her room working on her music or working at the station. Beca was always Chloe's first choice to cuddle with. Stacie knew this, everyone knew this. Everyone but Beca, apparently.

Stacie felt for the redhead. It was painfully obvious she had always had a special place in her heart for Beca. It was a shock to everyone when Beca and Aubrey got together, but they seemed to do well as a couple, despite how they butt heads in college. Now, with what Chloe had heard, she wondered if this is something they should have seen coming. Aubrey held no patience for Beca back then, why would she now?

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Beca stood, wiping down the kitchen counters as Aubrey and Chloe sat in the living room, talking about work and when Chloe's first day was. Stacie was in the kitchen with Beca, enjoying a cup of coffee.

"I can't believe you are pregnant with twins. I always thought Chloe would be the first of us to have kids." She said taking a sip. She watched as Becas hand fell to her stomach and she smiled lightly.

"I did too, but Aubrey had other plans." She chuckled lightly before her smile fell and she stared at Stacie wide eyed for s split second. "I mean, we both want kids, and I didn't think it would work on the first try but Aubrey was certain it would." She said and turned her back on Stacie, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as she continued to wipe down the sink.

Stacie nodded, seeing the panic that had taken over Becas body the moment she spoke. She tried to cover it up, but Stacie saw right through it. She might have missed it, had she not been aware of what Chloe knew.

She looked down into her cup for a second before glancing over at Aubrey who had her back to them as she was listening to Chloe tell a story in the living room.

She looked back down, "Have you told your dad yet? Or Aubrey's Dad?" She asked.

Beca shook her head, "Not my dad, not yet. Uh, Aubrey's Dad knows, he is thrilled." She said turning back around and Stacie could see she had composed herself as she dried her hands on a towel.

"That's great, I am so happy for you both." She smiled taking a sip from her coffee.

She watched how Beca simply smiled before picking up her phone and busying herself on it.

Stacie knew better. She knew Beca didn't want kids. They had talked about it in college. She was also aware that Aubrey wasn't very keen on having kids, at least not yet. Not at this point in their lives. She looked back over at Aubrey and Chloe and caught Chloe's eye. As if Chloe knew exactly what Stacie was thinking, she watched as the redhead's face seemed to drop slightly before she looked back at Aubrey and adjusted her expression accordingly.

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Stacie going back up north and Chloe going home to her own apartment came too quickly and Beca couldn't help her tears as they all hugged goodbye, outside their cars at the label and made promises to see each other soon for the holidays.

Aubrey watched as Stacie stepped back from Beca and cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears with her thumbs as they both chuckled sadly. "Don't cry, Becs." Stacie said, "We will be celebrating Thanksgiving before you know it."

Aubrey stepped over, looping her arm around Becas waist and pulling her back slightly.

"Pregnancy hormones, even Beca can't escape them." She said kissing the side of her head and Beca looked down with a laugh.

"I guess not. I just really enjoyed us all being together again." Beca said and with a final goodbye, Chloe and Stacie got into the car and were driving away.

Beca leaned into Aubrey, feeling how tense the blonde was.

"I did something, didn't I?" She asked quietly, her voice wavered as nerves took over.

Aubrey watched Chloe pull out of the parking lot before letting Beca go and stepping toward her car.

"I will be here to get you at five. Be ready, I wont wait." She said and Before Beca could ask anything more, she was also leaving the parking lot.

She watched her go, feeling the tears flood her eyes. She didn't know what she had done wrong, but she knew Aubrey wasn't happy with her, and her possessiveness as they said goodbye made that clear. She glanced around, hoping there was no paparazzi around. The last thing she needed was a picture of her crying in the parking lot of the label to get back to Kate.

XXXXXX

Beca walked slowly to the parked car, worried that her pace would only further anger her Wife, but unable to make herself go any faster.

"Hello, Love." Aubrey smiled as she got into the car.

Beca looked at her in shock. "Hi." She responded as Aubrey leaned over and kissed her.

"How was work?" She asked as she pulled the car away from the label and Beca buckled her seatbelt.

"It was good. Got a lot done. How about you?"

"Picked up a new case today and I think I have it in the bag." She spoke. "Also, good news, my dad is going out of town for a few weeks so we have our Friday nights to ourselves for a while." She said taking Becas hand and lifting it to leave a kiss on her knuckles.

Beca felt her stomach lighten. Aubrey's mood was always better when her dad went out of town. Even before everything went bad.

"That's great, I'm sure that will take some stress off of you at work as well." She said as Aubrey dropped their hands to the center console, not letting her go.

"Always does." She said as she merged onto the freeway, in the opposite direction of their house.

"Where are we going?" She asked, feeling her muscles relax as the energy in the car was calm. Not at all what she was expecting after that morning had been less than calm.

"Dinner." Aubrey said simply with a knowing smirk. "We haven't been out in a while and I don't feel like cooking. I also don't want you to have to cook, you need to relax."

Beca smiled at her, feeling the usual adoration for her wife begin to fill her chest.

"That's really thoughtful, Bree."

"I can be spontaneous." She chuckled. Beca laughed with her.

"Well, you always were the best at surprise dates. Always so romantic." Beca said squeezing Aubrey's hand.

"I was the best, wasn't I?" She asked thoughtfully.

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Thirty minutes later they were at their favorite restaurant, just having their dinner placed in front of them.

"So, I noticed you didn't really have many pregnancy symptoms." Aubrey said taking a bite of her steak as Beca cut up her own plate of chicken and pasta.

She looked up almost confused. "Yeah, I guess not. I hadn't even noticed." She said taking a bite herself.

"Most women have morning sickness, stuff like that." Aubrey continued. "You didn't have any of that?"

She shook her head. "No, I mean, I've been a little more tired than usual, but other than that I think I have been okay." She said and Aubrey smiled.

"You're lucky. I've heard the morning sickness is terrible."

"I feel lucky. Morning sickness is the last thing I need on top of everything else right now." She said as she twirled some pasta onto her fork.

It was the silence that made her freeze. Then, the realization of what she had said to slowly raise her eyes to look at Aubrey.

She was staring at her, one eyebrow raised, as she slowly raised her glass of wine to her lips.

Beca slowly lowered her fork. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that,"

"Yes, you did." Aubrey said, her tone cold as she set her glass down and began to cut her steak with a little more aggression than necessary.

"You want to leave it in the past. You want me to stop, yet you find every opportunity to bring it up." She said, her voice harsh and angry, yet low so not to let the other restaurant patrons hear her.

Beca sat back in her seat. She ruined it. She couldn't keep her mouth shut, and now she made Aubrey angry.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that, it was-"

"You said it because you don't want me to forget. You want me to feel guilty." She said taking a bite and immediately cutting another piece.

"Aubrey, really, I didn't mean to make you feel guilty, I swear. I do want you to forget,"

She trailed off. "I want us both to forget."

"Yet you some how manage to find a way to bring it up in every conversation."

She didn't. She knew she didn't and she didn't understand why Aubrey thought otherwise. She wanted to forget more than Aubrey did, she was sure.

Beca gave a slight shake of her head, and looked down. "I'm sorry." She almost whispered.

She could feel Aubrey's eyes on her, she could hear the sound of her knife scrapping the plate as she cut another piece of her steak.

Hoping the silence meant Aubrey forgave her, she reached for her fork.

"Don't." Came Aubrey's firm voice and she froze, looking up at her.

"You've had enough." She said lifting her napkin to wipe her mouth and Beca lowered her hand, her eyes wide.

Aubrey looked away from her and motioned to the waiter. Before she knew it, her full plate, and Aubrey's nearly empty plate were being taken from the table and Aubrey was signing a credit card receipt.

She was lead from the restaurant by her arm and the ride home was silent. It was when they were in the garage and Aubrey was already walking in to the house that she broke through her haze and opened the door, stepping out of the car and following in behind her.

She stopped as she entered the kitchen. It was empty, Aubrey had already walked through it and towards the stairs. She leaned back against the door, trying to understand what had happened. She angered her, she tried to apologize, and her punishment was having her meal taken?

She was about to push away from the door when Aubrey reentered the kitchen.

"What are you doing, lets go to bed." She said and Beca shook her head slightly.

Aubrey stepped toward her. "No?"

"No, I-I don't want to go to bed." She said softly, letting her eyes linger on the floor, the spot she usually made it to when Aubrey would unleash her anger at her after entering the house. She had to avoid that spot.

"Beca, its late. It's been an upsetting night. Let's go to bed."

She shook her head again, stepping away from the door and circling the center island in the opposite direction of Aubrey.

"No, you…you'll hurt me."

Aubrey froze, watching her. "I won't."

"Please, just leave me alone." She said and Aubrey watched as she succeeded in avoiding her and walked out of the room and up the stairs. She was going to follow, when a small voice in her head told her to stop.

She was furious. Beca couldn't let it go. It was like she enjoyed bringing it up, but didn't like the consequences. She heard the distant sound of the door on the third floor closing and she knew Beca would be locking herself in the studio that night.

She let out a breath. Maybe that was for the best. Beca was right, she would end up losing her temper and she would break her promise. She couldn't do that, not anymore. Not with Beca Being pregnant. She walked over to the island and braced her hands on the counter, closing her eyes.

She had already found a way to punish her anyway. She had the waiter take her plate before she was able to get more than a bite. How could she do that? She looked at the fridge, debating whether or not she should make her something and take it up to her.

No. She said to leave her alone and that is what she was going to do. She turned, flipping the light switch off and went up to bed. Alone.

A/N: Please review?