Alright guys, this is the official end of the road *cue Boyz II Men singing*
Thank you to everyone who has read this story, and especially to those who have F/F and reviewed. ALso, a huge thanks goes out to my beta AgentVector.
I just want to say that im not natural writer, so completing this story is a huge accomplishment for me, so thank you everyone! I also wanted it done before school started, and i made that deadline, so double yay!
I dont have a new story planned right now, but i am always open to suggestions or prompts.
Come hit me up on tumblr at actively-anxious or the-bechloe-bible
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you, for the first time ever, Mrs. Beca and Chloe Mitchell!" The DJ announced into the microphone.
Hand-in-hand, Beca and Chloe walked through the large wooden doors and into the crowded reception hall, meeting the cheering faces of their closest friends and family.
They had both changed from their ceremony gowns into more party-appropriate attire—Chloe opting for a white cocktail dress, while Beca traded in her white gown for a more casual black dress and leather jacket. Chloe had caved and let her have the jacket when she vetoed Beca's request to wear chucks for the night. On their left ringer fingers they dawned their newly matching silver bands and sported identical grins as they entered the room.
"Congratulations! Oh, I'm so happy for you two. You girls were made for each other!" Liz practically squealed, running up to hug the pair.
"I can't believe my daughter is married. You're all grown up, when did that happen?" Warren said, shaking his head.
"About the time your hair started to go grey", Beca smirked, hugging the man.
"I'm so proud of you", He said into his daughter's hair, reluctantly releasing her from his arms. "You really couldn't have picked a better wife", He smiled fondly.
"I didn't have to pick her. It was always her."
Beca and Chloe slowly made their way through the rest of their relatives, all echoing similar congratulations for the newlyweds and each their own bone crushing hug.
"I can't believe you're married!" Aubrey squealed, engulfing the redhead in a tight hug.
"I know, I thought for sure you and Stacie would beat us to the altar", Chloe smiled, happiness practically radiating from her body.
"You barely beat us", the blonde rolled her eyes, set to tie the knot not eight weeks later. "How is your hair already messy?" The blonde fussed, flattening out a few of Chloe's stray hairs. "You used like two bottles of hairspray", she said in confusion.
Stacie chuckled. "Relax Bree. Sex hair looks good on Chloe", the brunette teased with a wink. "Just let me know if it was in the coat closet. I had my eye on it for later."
Beca and Aubrey turned matching shades of red.
"We did not have sex!" Beca whisper yelled, careful none of her relatives had overheard the comment.
"We may have made out a little though", Chloe said with a mischievous grin, to which Stacie raised her hand for a high five.
"Gotta save something for the wedding night, I guess", Stacie shrugged.
"Four words: Two weeks. Bora Bora", Chloe added.
"Just wait till you open our wedding present", Stacie wiggled her eyebrows.
"Stacie! I told you no!" Aubrey squawked.
"Jesse!" Beca called quickly, her eyes wide in fear. "We need to add Stacie and Aubrey's gift to the pile with Amy and Lily's!"
"How are you doing, wifey?" Chloe smiled lazily, sinking down into Beca's lap.
Beca instinctively wrapped her arms around Chloe's midsection, letting the redhead rest against her.
"I think I get the whole 'wedding' thing now", Beca said looking around the room.
"Yeah?" Chloe smiled. She had been the one who wanted a real wedding. Beca didn't really care either way. If Chloe wanted a big wedding, she would do it, but otherwise, she would have been perfectly content with a private ceremony at city hall. Even before her tattoo fiasco, Beca had never been the kind of girl to fantasize about her wedding day. With her parent's tumultuous divorce, she had never been the type to open up or seek other's company. She retreated to within herself and resigned herself to a life of solitude.
But here she was, in a room full of people, all who had come to show their love and support; for her.
She finally got it.
And all because of Chloe.
"What's on your mind?" Chloe said softly, stroking a hand through Beca's silky, brown hair.
"I'm just really happy", Beca turned back to the redhead, a content grin taking over her face. "You make me really happy."
"Good. Because you're stuck with me now", Chloe pressing her lips against Beca's tenderly, her hand mindlessly stroking the band on Beca's finger. Beca. Her wife. Beca was her wife.
"Excuse me everyone. I'm sorry to interrupt the party, but I would like to steal all of your attention for just a moment", The DJ announced, from the small stage.
Beca quickly moved to get up, Chloe lifting herself from Beca's lap in confusion.
"What? Where are you going?" The redhead asked her wife.
"You'll see", The younger girl smirked, darting off to take the microphone from the man.
"Uhm, hi everyone. I'm Beca…duh." She face-palmed herself internally. "Sorry, I'm not the best with these things."
"I just wanted to thank you all for being here tonight to celebrate with Chloe and I. This day means so much more to us that you'll ever know. And getting to share it with Chloe and all of you, has truly made it one of the most amazing days in my life so far", She said sincerely.
"You know…I never thought I'd get so see today. I never thought I'd find someone to love me the way Chloe does; to accept me at my worst, and to support me through life. I never thought I'd get to love someone as amazing as Chloe; someone so selfless and optimistic. And I certainly never thought I'd get to see myself getting married. But here we are… and I couldn't be happier. And for those of you who knew me in my teen years, you know, a scowl and an attitude were my two favorite accessories. But now I have this", she said fondly, holding up her left hand at twirling her wedding band. "And it goes with everything…Chloe, I don't think I could ever thank you enough for turning my world around. You truly are my best friend and I am so, utterly, permanently, in love with you", she said, locking eyes with her favorite baby blues.
"So, if everyone could please raise a glass to my beautiful wife. Chloe, I love you and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. This next song is for you."
"You need to take this off", Beca husked, running her hands along Chloe's dress in search of the zipper.
The two fumbled against the hotel room door, as they tried to steer their way further into the room without tearing the mouths from one another's. The task was made impossibly more difficult by the numerous drinks they had both consumed during the reception.
"It's on the side", Chloe offered, trailing kisses along Beca's jaw.
With Chloe's lips now nibbling and sucking along the curve of her neck, Beca was able to turn her head enough to finally pull the offending zipper down and free Chloe from its confines.
Stepping over the discarded garment, Chloe reattached her lips to Beca's in a searing kiss, as the brunette slowly walked them towards the bed.
The room was dark, having forgone the light switch in favor of kisses when they'd first entered, the two bumped into the dresser as they maneuvered their way around the room.
It was early into the next day and the two were still buzzing from the evening's festivities. The champagne coursing through their veins and the high of post-marital bliss sending them into a frenzy of passion and need.
Feeling the mattress hit the back of her thighs, Chloe let the two of them topple in an uncoordinated mess onto the freshly pressed bedding.
Drunkenly shuffling up the bed, Beca quickly found her own zipper, pulling it down and scrambling to join her wife's current state of undress.
Tossing the garment over her head, Beca barely had time to register her surroundings before Chloe was back on her and pinning her down to the bed.
Trailing a line of soft kisses down Beca's neck, Chloe slowly descended lower, in pursuit of Beca's black lacy bra.
Beca writhed under the redhead's touch, her hands scraping desperately at her wife's back, eager for more contact.
Reaching Beca's breast, Chloe hungrily kissed the mound. With closed eyes, the redhead palmed at Beca's chest, eliciting a string of breathy curse words from the younger girl as Chloe continued her assault.
Lazily opening her eyes, Chloe went to free Beca's breast from its' cup when she froze. Blinking drunkenly in the dim light, Chloe stared at Beca's chest in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Beca asked, sitting up slightly. "Are you going to be sick?" She worried, thinking maybe Chloe had drunk too much and the alcohol was suddenly hitting her.
Chloe didn't respond, mouth agape as she tried to process what she was seeing. Was she seeing this? She did have a lot to drink.
Reaching out, Chloe delicately ran her finger along the top of Beca's breast in bewilderment.
Reaching out to turn on the bedside lamp, Beca craned her neck down to see what had Chloe so hypnotised.
And then she saw it.
There, scrawled across her chest in light ink was her wife's name.
"Did you get another tattoo and not tell me?" Chloe asked, her face contorted in confusion as she continued to scan the marking.
"What? No! I didn't get a tattoo. I didn't have this, this morning", Beca said, scrubbing a hand across her chest, checking to see if the ink would rub off.
"I-I don't understand. If you didn't get a tattoo, the how-how did you get this?" Chloe wondered.
"I don't know. But I swear I didn't get a tattoo. I mean, I don't think shops are even allowed to do name tattoos…are they?" Beca said.
"It's right above your heart", Chloe whispered, finally looking up to meet her wife's navy eyes.
"You don't think…That's not possible, right?" Beca said with wide eyes.
"I don't know…I didn't think it was possible to have a tattoo on your heart either", the redhead shrugged. Clearly Beca's tattoo was anything but ordinary.
"How…? Why is it here now though?" the brunette wanted to know. It had been twelve years, shouldn't the marking have shown up before now? Beca just didn't understand.
"It's lighter than normal", Chloe noticed, bypassing Beca's earlier questions. "It's grey, not black.
"I don't understand what this means…" Beca said quietly. She couldn't tell if it was the tequila making her dizzy right now or the tattoo.
"I guess it means you're stuck with me. Permanently." Chloe smiled, lacing her fingers together with Beca's.
3 years later.
"You're seriously just going to let us leave with her? Take her home, just like that? Shouldn't you do a background check or something? How do you know we're fit to raise a baby? You do know serial killers and drug addicts can get pregnant, right?" Beca ranted to the nurse. It was finally the day Chloe would be released from the hospital and they could take Riley home. And to put it lightly, Beca was freaking the fuck out.
"I can assure you Mrs. Mitchell, you will be fine." The nurse smiled kindly. "She's your baby, you'll know what to do."
"I barely even know how to take care of myself! You seriously want me to just take her?"
"Well, we don't want her", the nurse joked. "Just calm down", She said soothingly, when her comment failed to reassure the tiny woman. "It'll be okay. That's what your wife's for", the woman smiled, motioning to the redhead, who was cooing over their swaddled baby girl.
"Now go, take your girls home", the nurse smiled warmly, handing Beca the discharge papers and pushing her towards the waiting pair.
"All good?" Chloe smiled from her seat in the hospital mandated wheelchair.
"Yep. She's officially been released to the wolves."
"Beca." Chloe chided.
"I mean world", The brunette quickly defended, wheeling her wife along.
Beca had just sat down next to Chloe, the pair fully exhausted after a long day back home, when a shrill cry broke through the house.
"Why do we even have a baby monitor? It's not like we can't hear her. The freaking Mars Rover can hear her", Beca mumbled tiredly. She loved Riley. She really did. But it was only their first day home with her, and Beca was already worn out. And she hadn't even done any of the hard work bringing the kid into the world.
Beca's pretty sure Riley didn't cry this much at the hospital. It was like the baby could sense Beca's new-mom anxiety, and decided now was a good time to put the woman to the test.
Chloe moved to get up from her seat, but Beca quickly threw out an arm to stop her wife. Chloe was still healing and Beca didn't want her to do any more than she absolutely had to. "I'll get her", The brunette offered, heading upstairs to retrieve the wailing infant.
"Okay. She's not wet. She just slept for like an hour. I guess she must be hungry?", Beca reasoned, carefully walking the baby over to her redheaded mother.
Waiting until Chloe had situated herself to feed the baby, Beca carefully transferred a now whimpering Riley over to Chloe before resuming her seat on the couch.
"I wonder if she'll keep your blue eyes", Chloe said, watching the newborn's eyes flicker open, before lazily closing again. The redhead delicately ran a finger over the infant's tiny hand.
When deciding to start a family, Chloe had suggested they use Beca's egg and implant it in Chloe—the brunette not wanting to carry a baby herself, but Chloe wanting the child to be as much a part of both of them as possible. They had chosen a donor who resembled Beca in completion and hair color, but held pale blue eyes, not far from Chloe's. That alone had sealed the deal for Beca.
"I know it's probably pretty unlikely, but it would be kinda great if she had your baby blues. I mean, I'd make up for her lack of red hair", Beca said, half-jokingly.
"Even if we used my egg, you know she probably wouldn't have red hair anyways, right?"
"A girl can dream, Chlo."
"I'm pretty glad she looks like you", Chloe said softly, watching the little girl squirm in her arms.
"Let's just hope she doesn't get my attitude."
Chloe chuckled, detaching the baby from her chest and handing her over to Beca so she could fix her shirt.
Beca stood, holding the tiny girl against her chest as she began to burp her. She had read nearly a dozen how-to parenting books before Riley was born, desperate to ensure she didn't screw up the tiny human too much. But so far, the nurse had been right and Beca's natural instincts had kicked in when tending to her mini-me. A fact she was seriously grateful for, as she had near zero experience with babies, and honestly found most people's kids maddening.
But Riley wasn't like that. Riley was perfect.
Or at least that's what Beca thought before the baby sputtered, spitting up a wet clump of milk straight onto Beca's black t-shirt.
"Oh, gross!" the brunette stiffened, trying not to move as to prevent the mess from dripping down her shirt. "Here, take her" Beca handed the baby off the Chloe, the redhead having to bite her lip to keep from laughing hysterically.
"This is NOT funny, Beale", Beca barked.
"It's pretty funny", She laughed "Right, Ry? Yeah." She said to the baby. "The juries out, Bec" the redhead shrugged teasingly.
"Ugh. Why are babies so messy? Why can't they pop out potty trained and ready to go?" Beca grumbled, pulling the shirt over her head.
She peeled off the garment, careful not to drip the mess all over their living room carpet, before turning to toss the shirt in the laundry.
"Wait!" Chloe called, halting Beca's movements.
"Come here", the redhead waved the girl to stand in front of her.
One hand still holding the baby, Chloe reached up to feel at Beca's chest, brows furrowed in concentration.
"Chloe, I love you, but do you really think now is the time to try and cop a feel?" The brunette teased.
"Its darker", Chloe said.
"What is?" Beca asked looking down, to see her wife's hand moving across her tattoo.
"Your tattoo. It's darker. It's not grey anymore. Its black."
"Are you sure it's not just the light?"
"No. It's definitely darker", the redhead observed. "…It's like every milestone moment we have together, makes it more visible."
"Geez, why could this thing have shown when I was 16 and needed it. I don't need it anymore to tell me I found love", Beca said.
"Aww, Bec", Chloe melted, the pregnancy hormones getting the best of her.
"Gross. Motherhood's already made me soft", Beca grumbled turning to walk her shirt to the laundry.
"Mama's always been a big softy", Chloe whispered secretly to the baby in her arms.
16 years later.
"I haven't heard a scream yet", Chloe teased lightly, sitting cross legged on hers and Beca's bed. Her wife was currently pacing the length of the bed, anxious to hear anything from their eldest daughter down the hall. "So that's good".
"I'm going to go check on her", Beca decided.
Beca had been more nervous than Chloe for Riley's 16th birthday. She was terrified her daughter would have to go through the pain and heartbreak she went through on her own birthday all those years ago. She hadn't considered this when Chloe first suggested using Beca's egg for the pregnancy, but now Beca was second guessing the decision. What if it was genetic? What if Riley didn't get a tattoo as well. Of course Beca knows now that she has one, and had all along, but she doesn't want her daughter to have to be injured and cut open just to find her own. She doesn't want her to experience the disappointment and loneliness that came along with finding nothing that day all those years ago
"Bec—", Chloe began softly, but her wife was already out the door and headed down the hall.
Beca nervously tapped on the door to her daughter's bedroom, careful not to wake their youngest daughter in the room next door.
She didn't hear anything for a moment, but then a small voice finally called her in.
"Hey", Beca said tentatively, standing in the doorframe. "Everything okay?"
"Relax. I have one", The girl said, studying the inside of her right wrist. "His name's Adam."
Beca released a sigh of relief, the tension immediately leaving her body. But her daughter didn't seem happy. She looked confused.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy?"
"Something's wrong", Riley said, touching the fresh marking. "It's moving", she looked up to her mom in confusion.
"What? Let me see", Beca said, rushing over to inspect her daughter's wrist.
Sure enough, above the permanent etching was a small matching arrow. Every time Riley moved, the arrow rotated slowly around the new name marking her skin.
"Wait. Turn that way" Beca said. Riley obliged, shifting to her right. The arrow moved as her body did, always pointing towards the dresser as she turned.
"See?" Riley panicked.
"It's like a compass or something", Beca breathed.
"This isn't normal mom. What if something's wrong?" Riley's eyes filled with nervous tears.
"Hey. Hey, look at me. Nothing is wrong", Beca said softly. "The deal is, you get a tattoo on your birthday, right? Look at it this way, you got a tattoo and a little something extra. You have an advantage", Beca tried to calm the girl. She of all people knew how terrifying it was to not just have a soulmate's name like everyone else.
"How did you deal with not having one?" Riley asked in a small voice. Beca and Chloe had always been very open with their kids about Beca's tattoo. Chloe told it as the romantic story of how they fell in love, but for Beca, there was always the linger thought of the same happening to them, and she wanted to prepare them for that. She wanted to protect them.
Beca sighed, it was still hard to talk about; The pain never seemed to truly fade. "It was awful…I was terrified and I felt like I didn't have anyone to talk to about it…I just felt really alone all the time. Even when I had Uncle Jesse and mom right there next to me, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was all by myself."
"But I'm going to tell you something I've learnt since then, and I want you to remember this", She said firmly, locking eyes with her daughter's matching ones. "You don't need a tattoo to tell you who you love. That's what your heart's for. As long as you follow that, you'll be alright."
Riley nodded thoughtfully.
"If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I'm always here, okay?"
"I know", Riley cracked a small smile.
"Okay, come here", Beca smiled, wrapping her daughter in a protective hug. She never wanted her to feel the way she had; She never wanted her to think that she was all alone. "I love you."
"I love you too mama."
Creeping back into her room, Beca quietly crawled under the covers next to her wife.
"What's the verdict?" Chloe asked, drowsy with sleep.
"Adam", Beca said simply, snuggling up to her wife's form. "She's gonna be okay", Beca said aloud to herself.
"You were", Chloe offered, untangled a hand from the sheets to run brush softly against Beca's cheek.
"You know, as hard as it was, I'm glad everything worked out the way it did. It makes you appreciate everything so much more. Now I have you and the girls. I have so much more than I could have ever dreamed of. And I couldn't be happier", She said softly.
"It was always you", Beca added sincerely, the dim light making Chloe's eyes sparkle against the night.
"I love you", Chloe smiled tenderly.
"I love you too", Beca whispered, lovingly pressing her lips to her wife's before wrapping her arms around the redhead and drifting off to sleep.
This is how it was meant to be.
Thank you again for reading :)