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massivedrickhead · 3 months

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Yay you’re back! I feel these prompts are gonna be sad and/or wreck me sooo I’ll request a semi happy one

10. “Where have you been?! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for three hours!”

Maybe Chloe and her mini Chloe finally left Chicago after the rumors of cheating and only Aubrey knew but now can’t locate them que Beca losing her shit trying to find her Redheads only for the Beales to rock up at her LA home where they feel most safe

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Is this good? I don't know. I'm feeling rusty but glad to be writing again.

10. “Where have you been?! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for three hours!”

Prompt taken from here.

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“Oh my god, where have you been?! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours!”

Beca winced and pulled the phone away from her ear as Aubrey’s shrill voice threatened to deafen her.

“I was in the studio,” Beca replied, frowning as she crossed the parking lot to her car. “My phone was off. What’s going on?”

“Chloe’s left him,” Aubrey said. “Like actually finally left his cheating ass, and now I can’t get hold of her.”

Beca stopped walking. “Are you serious?”

“Yes! I’m surprised Chicago isn’t blowing up your phone right now, no one knows where she is.”

Beca scoffed and quickened her pace to her car. “That douchebag doesn’t have my number,” Beca said. She got into her car and switched the call over to her bluetooth. “Tell me what happened.”

“She called me last night saying she caught him cheating again, and that she was done,” Aubrey said. “And now her phone is off, and Chicago has called me like 50 times since this morning demanding I tell him where she is.”

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?” Beca asked, trying to take in what Aubrey was telling her. Her stomach was twisting as she pulled out onto the highway and she tried to think of where Chloe might have gone.

“No,” Aubrey said. “I thought she might have called you.”

“I’ve not heard from her in a few days,” Beca said. She began chewing her bottom lip as her mind ran through every potential scenario of what might have happened. “She has Sarah with her, right?”

“Of course, Chloe wouldn’t have left her behind,” Aubrey said. “That’s what he’s so mad about. I don’t think he really cares if Chloe leaves him or not, but she took his daughter with her.”

“Have you tried her parents?” Beca asked, thinking it pretty unlikely that she’d have gone to them, but not impossible.

It was Aubrey’s turn to scoff now. “No,” Aubrey said, “but there’s no way she’d have gone there. They weren’t even at the engagement party.”

“No, I know,” Beca said. “But maybe she’d have gone there because no one would expect her to.”

“If we haven’t heard by tonight I’ll call them, but I don’t want to get them involved if I can help it,” Aubrey said.

Beca reached her exit on the highway and pulled off, and then drove in silence for a few minutes as both her and Aubrey tried to figure out what to do next.

“She’ll be okay, right?” Aubrey asked, voicing their shared concern for the first time.

“Yeah,” Beca said, hoping her voice didn’t betray the fear she was feeling. “He wouldn’t have… Chicago, he wouldn’t have done anything to her, would he?”

“No,” Aubrey said. “I don’t think so. He’s an asshole, but he’s not a monster. And besides, he isn’t that good of an actor, and I’ve never heard anyone sound as pissed off as he did on the phone.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Beca said. “I’m sure she’ll get in touch soon. I bet she just turned her phone off so he couldn’t reach her and that she’ll call us when she can.” Beca reached her street and slowed as she prepared to pull into her drive. She frowned when she saw a vaguely familiar car parked outside her house. “Actually,” Beca said, “hold that thought.”

“What?”

“I think she’s here,” Beca said, feeling a wave of relief crash over her. She pulled into her drive just as the driver’s door from the other car opened. “Yeah, she’s outside my house. I’ll call you in a little bit, okay?”

“Sure,” Aubrey said, sounding as relieved as Beca felt. “Tell her she’s a pain in the ass and that I’m sending her the medical bill for the stomach ulcer she gave me.”

“Will do,” Beca said. She said her goodbyes and hung up her phone before getting out of her car.

Chloe was standing by her car, a look of hesitation on her face, a sleeping toddler in her arms.

Beca thought she looked tired. There were dark circles under her eyes that were red and puffy.

“Did you drive through the night?” Beca asked.

“Pretty much,” Chloe replied. “I should have called.”

Beca shook her head. “It’s okay. Aubrey filled me in, she’s been pretty worried.”

“I’ll call her,” Chloe said.

“Later,” Beca said. “It’s like a million degrees out here and you look like you’re about to drop.” She gestured for Chloe to follow her into the house.

“You said Aubrey filled you in?” Chloe asked, all but collapsing onto Beca’s sofa, her daughter still held protectively in her arms.

“Yeah, she gave me the gist,” Beca said. “I’m so sorry, Chlo’.”

“I feel like an idiot,” Chloe said. “This is the third time he’s done this and I… Why did I keep forgiving him?”

“You were trying to keep your family together,” Beca said. “If anyone’s the idiot here it’s him. What kind of moron cheats on Chloe Beale for crying out loud.”

Chloe let out a laugh which quickly turned into a sob, which quickly woke up Sarah who joined in with her Mom’s crying.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe said, wiping her eyes while she attempted to soothe her crying daughter. “I’m sorry for this, for just turning up here without a word.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Beca said. “I’m glad you knew you could come here.”

“It shouldn’t be for more than a few days, just while I figure out what to do next,” Chloe said. Sarah stopped crying and Chloe turned her around on her lap. “Don’t you want to say hello to Auntie Beca?”

Sarah wasted no time in wriggling off her Mom’s lap and toddling over to where Beca sat, her arms outstretched. “Auntie Beca!”

“Hi sweetheart,” Beca said, smiling and eagerly scooping her up. “When did you get so big, huh?”

“I free,” she said, holding up three fingers.

“No way,” Beca said. “You must be at least fourteen by now.”

Sarah giggled and slid off Beca’s lap so she could continue wandering around the room.

“You can stay as long as you want, Chloe,” Beca said, turning her attention back to her friend. “I mean that. I have the room, and I have the money, and you know I could use the company.”

“I can’t ask you to-”

“You aren’t asking,” Beca said, cutting her off. “I’m offering. In fact, I’m not even offering, I’m asking. Please stay here for as long as you would like to.”

Chloe sank back against the sofa as if a weight had been lifted. The long night and day of driving had finally caught up to her and she suddenly didn’t know if she’d be able to keep her eyes open.

“Thank you,” Chloe said.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Beca replied. “Can I get you anything? Food, or water, or anything?”

Chloe shook her head. “Can I just have five minutes?”

“Of course,” Beca said. “Sarah, do you want a snack?”

“Uh huh,” Sarah said, handing Beca the TV remote she’d found. “You put on the princess?”

“Sure,” Beca said. “Uh, which princess?”

“With the seagulls,” Sarah said, helpfully.

“Uh…”

“She wants Frozen,” Chloe mumbled as she rested her head on the arm of the sofa.

“Oh, of course she does,” Beca said. “Come on, munchkin, let’s go get you a snack and then we can watch Frozen.”

They spent the next few hours in relative calm as Sarah ate apple slices and watched Frozen. She squealed with excitement during Olaf’s song where he danced with seagulls for a few seconds, and Beca laughed as she realised this moment had stood out to Sarah as the most significant of the film.

Chloe dozed for most of it until she excused herself to finally call Chicago.

She returned after the movie had finished with her eyes looking considerably more bloodshot.

“Mommy,” Sarah said, reaching for her as soon as she returned.

“Hey baby,” Chloe said, scooping her up.

“Everything okay?” Beca asked.

Chloe shrugged. “He’s furious, but he’s agreed to give me space for a few weeks.”

Beca pulled a face. “Can he really blame you for leaving?”

“He doesn’t care about me,” Chloe said. “He’s mad that I took his daughter, which I guess is fair. He was a crappy partner, but he’s a good dad.” She sighed and kissed the top of Sarah’s head. “Once he’d calmed down he said he’d come out to L.A. in a few weeks and we could start discussing custody and child support and that kinda thing.” She let out another sigh and checked the time, wondering when this long day would ever end.

Eventually, after unpacking the car, eating dinner, bathing Sarah, and putting her to bed, Chloe was finally able to sit down with Beca and a much needed glass of wine.

“I’m sorry you’re having to go through all this, Chlo’,” Beca said. “He’s… he’s such an idiot.”

“I feel like I’m the idiot, to be honest.”

“No way,” Beca said. “He was engaged to the best person in the world, has the most incredible daughter, and he threw all that away because he wanted to get his dick wet?”

Chloe just shrugged. She had no answer that she could give Beca, and she was too tired to try and think of one.

“If I had his life…” Beca trailed off and shook her head. “I wouldn’t give it up for anything.”

“I didn’t realise that was something you wanted,” Chloe said. Beca shrugged, and Chloe tapped a finger against the stem of her wine glass before she brought it to her lips. “If you want a family, maybe me staying isn’t the best idea.”

Beca frowned. “What makes you say that?”

“I just mean it might not be easy to like, date or whatever when you’ve got a single Mom and her kid living in your house.”

Beca shook her head. “That isn’t what I meant,” she said.

Chloe took another drink of wine. “What did you mean?”

Beca suddenly felt like they’d waded into uncharted waters as the conversation took a turn towards a place she never thought they’d go.

She took a breath and another drink of wine.

“You know what I meant,” Beca said, avoiding eye-contact.

There was a long pause in which Chloe felt her chest get tight. “Still?”

Beca nodded. “It never went away,” she said.

The silence stretched on, and Beca wished she could take her words back. She hadn’t meant for this to come out on Chloe’s first night. She hadn’t meant for it to come out at all.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said anything,” Beca said. “I’m gonna go to bed and tomorrow we can just forget this whole conversation happened.”

“Don’t,” Chloe said, her hand resting on Beca’s arm. “Don’t go. Don’t apologise.”

Beca held her breath and waited for Chloe to continue.

“Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I’d kissed you instead of Chicago that night,” Chloe said. “And I wonder what would have happened if I’d left him when you told me how you felt that night before I moved out. I… I think about that all the time, Beca.”

“Me too,” Beca said. “But if you’d done that, you wouldn't have Sarah.” She cleared her throat before she continued. “You were right to pick him. I wasn’t ready to be the person you needed. I was too focused on my career, I had complete tunnel vision and everything else just fell to the wayside. It would have ruined us as a couple and as friends. I wasn’t ready to be a good partner then.”

Chloe swallowed, and her hand moved down Beca’s arm and gripped her hand.

“What about now?” She asked.

Beca let out a soft laugh as tears sprang to her eyes. “I think I can do it now. I think… I know I want to do it now.”

Chloe pressed her forehead against Beca’s as tears filled her eyes.

“I can’t rush into anything,” she said.

“I know,” Beca replied. “I wouldn’t want you to. I don’t want to be a rebound.”

“Never,” Chloe said, her grip on Beca’s hand tightened.

“If we do this, I want to do it right,” Beca said.

“We can wait until the dust settles. Wait until Sarah has settled. Take it slowly, and do it properly,” Chloe said.

“Just… tell me when you’re ready,” Beca said, pulling back so she could look at Chloe properly.

Chloe smiled and pressed a kiss against Beca’s cheek. “I will,” she said.

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massivedrickhead · 4 months

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we’re here tonight (and that’s enough)

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Summary: Merry Pitchmas @wordsofmyreality! I’m your secret Santa this year! I hope you like this little bit of Christmas fluff 💖 @merry-pitchmas

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“Chlo’?” Beca called from her spot in the living room, her hands on her hips as she surveyed their fireplace.

“Yeah?” Chloe replied from the kitchen.

“Did you move my stocking?”

“Your what?” Chloe asked, struggling to hear her wife over the sound of the music playing in the kitchen.

“My stocking,” Beca said back, raising her voice so it could be heard over Mariah Carey.

“It’s on the fireplace.”

“It isn’t,” Beca said, staring at the empty spot where her stocking had once hung. Bright red with a golden B embroidered on it. She turned her head to where Chloe’s still hung - bright red with a golden C - and then back to the empty spot where hers should be.

“Huh,” Chloe said, entering the living room, wiping her hands on her apron before resting one on Beca’s back. “Weird.”

“It was here this morning before I left for work,” Beca said.

“Have you checked David’s hiding spot?” Chloe asked.

Beca glanced down to where their dog - named after David Guetta - was curled up. His head lifted at the sound of his name. He did have a habit of stealing their clothes, but he’d never pulled anything down before.

“I’ll look now,” she said. “How’s dinner prep going?”

“I’m almost done,” Chloe said. She gave Beca a quick kiss on the cheek. “Once you’ve checked his spot can you take him for a W-A-L-K?”

“Sure,” Beca said. “You don’t want to come?”

Chloe shook her head. “I’m so beat from work this week, I just wanna go lie in the bath for an hour. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is,” Beca said. “Are you feeling okay? You’ve been tired all week.”

“I’m fine,” Chloe said, smiling at the look of concern on Beca’s face.

“Am I a bad wife for letting you do all the Christmas dinner prep?”

“A terrible wife,” Chloe replied, rolling her eyes as she kissed Beca on the cheek again. “I need to get back in there.”

Chloe returned to the kitchen and Beca watched her go, feeling that pull to follow that she always got when Chloe left a room.

David nudged her leg with his head and she looked down. His tail was wagging, and Beca wondered if he’d somehow learned to spell.

She scratched him behind the ear and then went to the spot in the room where he hid his stolen wares.

Beca had been reluctant about getting a dog all those years ago. She’d always liked dogs, and had always envisioned having one in the future, but she’d still been hesitant.

It was before they were married - before they were even engaged - and they’d only been living together for a few months when Chloe mentioned the puppy that had been brought into the veterinary surgery where she’d worked at the time.

“He’d been abandoned, Bec,” Chloe told her, tears in her eyes as she showed him pictures on her phone. “Left on the side of the road, tied to a telephone pole. He’s just a baby.”

Chloe told Beca about how skittish and afraid he was of them. How he wouldn’t let anyone get near him, except for Chloe. He reminded her so much of Beca, that Chloe just had to have him.

“Comparing me to an abandoned dog isn’t the compliment you think it is.”

Beca had been hesitant but eventually agreed. Now, nearly five years later, she couldn’t imagine their life without him.

Chloe had been right, as always.

Beca scratched him behind the ear again as she searched through his dog toys for his hidden stolen goods.

She found several of her missing socks, a dish towel, and even one of Chloe’s bras, but there was no bright red stocking.

“So you’re not the stocking thief,” Beca said to him. “But we do have to talk about the bra thing, dude. Those things aren’t cheap, you know.”

Once she was wrapped up in her winter coat and had pulled on her boots, she clipped David’s leash to his collar and they set out for his evening walk.

They walked around their neighbourhood, David sticking close to her side instead of running ahead like he usually did.

She supposed he must be able to feel it too, that tinge of sadness that had clung to Beca ever since she found out that - once again - her Mom wouldn’t be coming for Christmas.

Beca had told Chloe she was fine, that she was used to her Mom flaking on her by now, and while all of that was true, there was still a part of her that had hoped for change. It had been years since they’d spent any real time together and, despite her flaws, Beca did love her Mom.

David stopped to do his business, and Beca looked out at the houses in their neighbourhood. The Christmas lights shone through the windows, casting their snow-covered lawns in warm and colourful glows. She wished she could take some of that glow with her and bring it into her own home.

She took a deep breath of cold air and held it in her chest before slowly expelling it, watching a cloud form and dissipate quickly as the air left her body.

David tugged against the leash, pulling her arm back in the direction of home.

“Okay,” she said out loud. “I’m coming.”

The house was quiet when they got back, and Beca was desperate to shift the sadness that clung to her like the cold. She tried to leave it at the door along with the snow she’d kicked off her boots, but it wouldn’t go.

She spent longer than necessary in the entryway of their home, drying David’s paws with the towel they kept in there for that reason.

Chloe was on the sofa fiddling with her phone when Beca finally entered the living room.

Everything felt heavy, and the lack of her stocking on the fireplace seemed to perfectly mirror her lack of Christmas cheer.

She dropped onto the sofa beside Chloe and wasted no time in pressing a kiss to the side of her head. Chloe’s hair was still damp but the familiar smell of her shampoo seemed to ground Beca.

“You’re freezing!” Chloe shrieked as Beca’s cold hands slipped beneath Chloe’s Christmas pyjama top and pressed against her warm skin.

Beca laughed as Chloe batted her hands away. She removed them and placed them over the pyjamas, her hand going to Chloe’s stomach without thinking.

Chloe covered Beca’s hand with her own. “We’ll find out soon,” she said. “I promise. I just… it was our first attempt. There’s a good chance it didn’t work and I don’t want to put a downer on things if that's the case.”

“I know,” Beca said, kissing the side of her head again. The anxiety of not knowing if they would soon become parents mixed unpleasantly with her already lingering sadness about her Mom, and she searched for something to distract herself. Her eyes fell on the fireplace. “How come you stole my stocking?”

“What makes you think it was me?”

“Well it wasn’t David, and it wasn’t me, so that doesn’t leave a lot of options,” Beca said.

“Santa?”

“That’s like the opposite of Santa’s vibe,” Beca said. “He gives presents, not steals them. You’re thinking of the Grinch.”

“Oh, well it must have been the Grinch then,” Chloe said, smiling as Beca’s thumb continued to brush back and forth across her stomach. “Or maybe Santa knows that you can’t be trusted not to peek in your stocking before Christmas morning, and he wants your gift to be a surprise for once.”

“Ah, is that it?” Beca asked.

“It must be,” Chloe replied.

The Christmas stockings had been a tradition that Chloe had brought from her childhood.

Beca had always thought they were a place to put small gifts - ones that weren’t really tree-worthy - but the Beales had used them for the gifts that were more sentimental or special.

It’s how Beca had proposed to Chloe all those years ago, only to find that Chloe had had the same idea, and now Beca couldn’t be trusted not to squeeze the stocking and try to guess what might be inside.

She was fairly confident in her gift this year - a USB full of original songs that Beca had written, sung, and produced just for Chloe - but she still couldn’t stop herself from checking her own stocking just in case Chloe had once again outdone her.

“What time are your parents arriving tomorrow?” Beca asked after a comfortable silence had settled over them.

“Around midday,” Chloe said. “We can do the stocking presents in the morning and save the rest until after dinner.”

“Let’s hope Santa brings mine back in time,” Beca said, the conversation lapsing into silence again.

“You’re sad about your Mom,” Chloe said. It wasn’t a question. Beca could insist she was fine and that she didn’t care, but Chloe knew when she was lying.

“Kinda,” Beca said. “But it's my own fault. I should know by now what she’s like, I don’t know why I expected anything different.”

“You’re allowed to hope for the best and hope that people might change,” Chloe said, turning her head so she could press a kiss to Beca’s temple. “This isn’t your fault.”

“It is what it is,” Beca said. “I’m gonna go get changed.”

“I’ll order pizza,” Chloe said.

They spent the rest of their Christmas Eve curled up together on the sofa, eating pizza, and watching Chloe’s choice of Christmas movie.

Beca had a glass of wine, but Chloe complained of a headache so just stuck to water.

“I hope you aren’t getting sick,” Beca said, running her hand through Chloe’s hair, her nails lightly scratching her scalp.

“I’m just tired,” Chloe said. “Work was crazy this week.”

“Thank you for taking care of the dinner prep,” Beca said. “It really makes cooking it all so much easier tomorrow.”

“I prep, you cook,” Chloe said, stifling a yawn. “Teamwork makes the dream work.”

“Let’s go to bed,” Beca said with a soft laugh. “I’ll let David out. Do you want anything for your headache?”

Chloe shook her head. “It’ll pass,” she said. “You go on up, I’ll let him out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Chloe said. “You took him out, I can stand by the door and wait for him to pee.”

As soon as Chloe heard Beca begin climbing the stairs, she withdrew her stocking from where it had been stashed. She smiled to herself as she hung it back on the fireplace, and she hoped that what was inside would do something to help cheer her wife up.

When Chloe reached the bedroom, Beca was lying in bed scrolling on her phone, but she set it down on the charger as soon as she felt the bed dip beside her.

“Are you answering work emails at 10 pm on Christmas Eve?”

“Not anymore I’m not,” Beca said.

“You know if I see you working tomorrow you’re going to be in trouble, right?”

“Does that mean I can’t fake a work call when your dad tries to talk to me about college basketball?” Beca asked.

“If I have to discuss classic literature with your dad when we see him at Thanksgiving, you can handle college basketball with mine when we see him at Christmas,” Chloe said.

“Fair,” Beca said, curling into Chloe’s side as soon as she was settled in bed.

It didn’t take long for Beca to drift off, but Chloe stayed awake for hours. She was full of the kind of Christmas Eve excitement that she hadn’t felt as a kid.

She heard the neighbourhood church bells begin to ring, and it took everything she had not to wake Beca up, wish her a Merry Christmas, and drag her downstairs.

Eventually, she managed to get some sleep and woke up not long after 8 am, Beca still sleeping soundly beside her.

Chloe woke her up and coaxed her out of bed with kisses and promises of coffee and presents.

Beca grumbled but didn’t argue when Chloe took her hand and pulled her downstairs.

“My stocking came back,” Beca said, raising an eyebrow at Chloe as she settled on the sofa, a mug of coffee in hand.

“I told you, Santa must have taken it,” Chloe replied, setting her own mug down on the coffee table before retrieving their stockings from the fireplace. She handed Beca hers, who wasted no time in squeezing the sides, and she sat down beside her.

“You go first,” Beca said.

Chloe reached into the stocking and pulled out two small wrapped gifts.

“Open the bigger one first,” Beca said,

Chloe did, and her eyes lit up as she pulled out a CD case. The cover was a photograph of the two of them from their wedding, and when she flipped it over she saw a list of five song titles that she didn’t recognise.

“Open the second one,” Beca said. Chloe unwrapped a USB drive. “No one really uses CDs anymore,” she said, by way of explanation.

“Bec, is all of this new music?”

Beca nodded. “My next EP,” she said. “All the songs were written for you.”

Chloe squealed and wrapped her arms around Beca. “I love it!”

“You haven’t even heard it yet,” Beca replied, laughing.

Chloe wiped the tears from her eyes and looked back at the CD case.

“I don’t know if that’s the final album art,” Beca said. “But I wanted you to have your own version.”

“This is amazing, Beca. I can’t wait to listen to it,” Chloe said. She looked back up at her wife. “Is it okay if… can I listen to it on my own first? Just so I can really listen and hear it all?”

“Of course,” Beca said. “So, can I open mine now?”

Chloe swallowed and nodded, a smile spreading across her face.

Beca pulled three small wrapped gifts from her stocking. As she always did, she gave them a squeeze and a shake. Two were soft, and one was a box that rattled when it shook. “Which one first?”

Chloe thought for a second, before tapping on one of the softer gifts.

Beca unwrapped it and pulled out what at first seemed like a small red piece of fabric. She unfolded it and saw it was a stocking, just like the one she and Chloe had.

“Is this in case my stocking goes missing again?” Beca asked, laughing lightly but not really understanding the gift. She looked at Chloe, whose eyes were now shining with tears. Something started happening in Beca’s chest. It felt like her heart was starting to beat faster. Like her body knew what the gift meant before she did.

“Open this one,” Chloe said, tapping on the box.

Beca did, her hands shaking though she couldn’t explain why.

Under the paper was a clear plastic box, and it took Beca a second to realise what was inside. She swallowed and looked back at Chloe.

“Two lines?” Beca asked, her voice trembling. “Two means… right?”

“Open the last one,” Chloe said, the tears that had been filling her eyes now slipping down her cheeks.

Beca did, her hands shaking harder than ever.

She pulled out a tiny white babygrow, with the words ‘Baby Mitchell’ printed on the front.

She couldn’t describe the noise that came out of her - something between a gasp and a sob and a cheer - but soon she was sobbing hard, her hands reaching out for Chloe, who eagerly pulled her into her arms.

They held each other and cried until David jumped onto the sofa to try and investigate.

Beca laughed as he wiggled his way in between them.

“I take it these are happy tears?” Chloe asked, wiping her own eyes as they ended their hug.

“The happiest,” Beca said, laughing. “How long have you known?”

“A couple of weeks,” Chloe said. “It’s been killing me keeping this in, but I wanted to wait until after I’d seen my doctor, just in case. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“Don’t apologise,” Beca said, looking down at the tiny babygrow in her hands. “This is the best present you could have gotten me.” She wiped her eyes and took hold of Chloe’s hand. “We’re going to be parents. I’m… I’m so happy.”

“Me too,” Chloe said. “Merry Christmas.” She pulled Beca into a kiss which Beca eagerly accepted.

“Merry Christmas,” Beca replied, between kisses. “I love you so much.” Her hand touched Chloe’s stomach. “I love you both so much.”

“Me too, baby,” Chloe replied. “Me too.”

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