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[unknownmind98]

a love song over time - part 4

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60645565/chapters/157429681

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Chloe’s breath hitches, a sharp intake of air that seems to echo in the quiet of the room, New Yorks nightlife humming its way into the moment, but neither caring as Beca’s touch leaves electricity flowing through her veins. Her soft, slender fingers are warm and deliberate as they trail lightly across Chloe’s abdomen. Each gentle touch leaving a burning desire in its wake, and Chloe feels her body responding, her heart pounding as if in sync with every touch.

When Beca’s thumb moves to caress the faint, stretch marks etched across Chloe’s skin, she freezes for a moment, her breath catching again- though not from desire, but vulnerability. The marks are a reminder of the journey she’d taken to bring Bella into the world, a part of herself she often looks at with mixed feelings. But as Beca’s thumb moves over them, so soft, so awed, as though they were something to be cherished- makes Chloe’s chest tighten, her emotions swelling as she lets herself melt further into Beca’s embrace.

“You’re so beautiful,” Beca murmurs, her voice a low, raspy whisper against Chloe’s ear, as she kisses her way along her neck. Her words are so earnest, so raw, carrying such a weight that makes Chloe’s eyes well up.

Unable to form words, she pulls Beca’s face toward her, their lips meeting in a slow deliberate kiss that is filled with such intensity, leaving no room for doubt. Her hands slip into Beca’s dark hair, tangling in the soft strands as she tugs her closer, clinging to her as she tries to convey everything she’s feeling.

The kiss deepens, a dance of vulnerable passion and love as they let themselves get lost in each other. Beca’s hands roam everywhere, yet so firm and gentle, and Chloe finds her body arching into the contact. She shivers as more of her body is exposed as Beca lifts the hem of her tank testing the waters.

Their lips part briefly, and they share a paused look. Their breathing heavy as they communicate an unspoken understanding. Chloe bites her lip, nodding and raises her arms to let Beca continue to push the garment over her head. As it’s thrown to the side, she lets her arms fall onto Beca, top half bare, exposing her bra free chest.

She can’t help as a wave of self-consciousness hits her as Beca’s eyes roam along her body and she brings her gaze down.

“I’m sorry if I’m not-”

“You’re perfect,” Beca blurts, her voice barely above a whisper as she stops Chloe’s train of thought. She hooks a finger under the redhead’s chin and tilts her head up to meet her eyes. “You are perfect.” She repeats, her gaze locked on Chloe’s. Leaning in she places a delicate kiss just beside her lips, heart pounding as she does.

The redhead can’t help but blush and tightens her grip on Beca’s shoulders as she peppers her with light kisses. Leaning into the touch, she whispers a small, “Thank you.” A single tear falling from her eye as she does, but Beca quickly kisses it away, leaning her forehead against Chloe’s.

“You make me feel so alive.” Chloe admits into the quiet of the night, letting her eyes fall closed.

“Feelings mutual,” The brunette replies, leaning in to capture Chloe’s lips. This kiss hungry, desperate, as though the weight of what each had been holding had finally broken free. Her hands move to roam Chloe’s waist, freely touching the newly found skin.

The redhead bucks into her touch, moaning slightly at the sensation. Her fingers continue their path into Beca’s hair, before drifting to her neck, holding her there as she explores her lips.  

Her hands then boldly tease themselves under the collar of Beca’s pyjama shirt, undoing the top button. She feels Beca smirk into her lips and can’t help as she mirrors it, her hands slowly undoing the next few buttons. “Is this okay?” She finds herself whispering against Beca’s mouth, pausing momentarily.

“Yes.” Beca replies almost instantly, “God yes.” She chuckles.

And that’s all it takes for Chloe to undo the remaining buttons, leaving Beca’s shirt undone, exposing her chest and stomach. The redhead chances a glance down at her best friends partly naked form and can’t help as her breath hitches.

“You’re so…” she pauses, leaning in to kiss Beca’s neck, “Hot.” She mutters, her mouth moving downwards towards her collarbone as her fingers push the shirt past Beca’s shoulders. It falls onto the bed behind the brunette as Chloe’s lips travel closer to Beca’s chest.

The DJ arches into Chloe’s touch as she nears her breasts. And lets out a breathless moan as a warm mouth delicately wraps itself around her right nipple. “Fuck…” Her hands fall into Chloe’s hair as the girl licks and sucks her teasingly. Chloe shifts to give the other nipple the same treatment, but not for long as she’s suddenly pulled up into a passionate kiss.

Shifting upwards on the bed, Beca grabs Chloe’s hands, her fingers threading through hers as she tugs gently. The unexpected movement sending Chloe off balance, as she topples forward with a surprised laugh, landing softly atop Beca- bare chests falling against each other, sending shivers down their spines.

The kiss breaks, leaving them both giggling as Chloe props herself up on her elbows, hovering over Beca, her red hair cascading around her face like a curtain. The brunette looks up at her, her smile wide and genuine, her eyes sparkling with a warmth that makes Chloe’s heart skip a beat.

“Well, that wasn’t very graceful,” Chloe teases, her voice light but her tone affectionate.

“I wasn’t aiming for graceful,” Beca shoots back, her grin mischievous. “I was aiming for effective. And clearly, it worked.” Her hands move to rest on Chloe’s hips, thumbs drawing soft circles against the fabric of her pyjama pants.

Smirking, Chloe leans in closer until their noses are nearly touching. “Effective, huh?” she murmurs, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Beca tilts her head, her smile softening into something playful as she looks into Chloe’s eyes. “Yeah,” She nods, biting her lip, “Honestly, I just wanted you closer,” she admits boldly, her fingers tightening against Chloe’s hips.

Chloe tips forward, smirking “Well, you have me,” she says. You always have. And takes Beca’s lips in her own. Grinning as she does, Beca teasingly traces her hands along Chloe’s pyjama pants, before cheekily slipping under the fabric to roam over Chloe’s ass.

Bucking into the touch, Chloe moans and quickly shifts to straddle the girl, giving her more access to her body. Hands on her ass, Beca gives it a firm squeeze smirking as she feels Chloe grind into her.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” Chloe shakily whispers with a small, breathless laugh, her head having fallen to rest along Beca’s.

“Dangerous huh?” Beca echoes, her voice lingering with mischievous delight.

Part of Chloe’s old confidence returns as she suddenly sits upright, legs framing Beca’s waist. Whipping her hair to the side, she boldly takes Beca’s hands and places them on her breasts.  Beckoning, no daring her, to play with them. She licks her lips as she sees Beca’s brows shoot upwards, and sends her a playful wink as if saying, what are you waiting for?

“And you call me dangerous?” Beca’s says, heart pounding as she lays there, staring unabashedly at Chloe. Then remembering that her hands are currently occupied, she begins to move them, massaging the soft breasts under them.

Her fingers fiddle and tease her nipples, circling them and she lets out a shaky breath as she sees Chloe throw her head back and moan. Unable to resist, she finds herself sitting up, her hands coming to hold Chloe’s hips as she hungrily dives forward, her mouth latching onto her the redhead’s left nipple.

Chloe gasps and her hands fall to Beca’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “Fuck, Beca…” Her hands tangle in the brunette’s hair as she continues to devour her sensitive nipples. Unable to deny the heat coming between her thighs, she grinds down into Beca, desperate for something. And upon feeling this, Beca grips her ass and rocks into her abruptly, assisting her. She moans around a hard bud when Chloe’s crotch lines up just right.  

The growing heat between them is undeniable, and downright distracting and Beca thinks they are far too clothed.

Abruptly twisting so she’s on top, Beca holds herself up above Chloe, looking deeply into her eyes. As she searches for any bit of hesitation, all she finds is dilated pupils staring back. Hungry. Desperate.

Leaning down she places slow open-mouthed kisses trailing from Chloe’s jaw, the crook of her neck, down between her breasts before stopping just above her pyjama pants. She hooks a shaky finger around them, briefly locking eyes with Chloe and upon seeing her nod, begins to pull them down. The redhead lifts her hips, helping grant access in slipping them off.

As Beca throws them to the side, her breath hitches as she takes in Chloe’s appearance.

Face flushed, breathing heavy as she lays bare chested, only clad in navy-blue underwear.

So sexy, Beca thinks. And so, she tells her, smirking when she sees Chloe try to hide behind her hands, suddenly embarrassed and shy. Tugging her hands away from her face, Beca brings them to her lips, placing a hot open-mouthed kiss against them. “You’re so, so sexy, Chlo.”

And not knowing how to reply, Chloe pulls her into a searing kiss. Expressing her gratitude through touch.

The heat between her thighs becomes unbearable, so much that Chloe breaks away from the kiss, her forehead resting against Beca’s for just a moment as she catches her breath. Her blue eyes, glassy with desire and vulnerability, locks onto Beca’s, a silent plea passing between them before she whispers.

“Please touch me, Bec,” her voice trembles slightly, not from fear but from the sheer weight of needing. Her words aren’t just a request- they’re a surrender, a confession of trust and desire.

Beca’s breath catches at Chloe’s request, her eyes darkening as her fingers brush gently along Chloe’s thighs, her touch featherlight but deliberate.

She didn’t need to be told twice.

Beca’s slender fingers dance along her skin, up towards the hem of her underwear resting there for a moment before dipping beneath them, eyes locked on Chloe’s.

The brunette gasps as she’s met with Chloe’s warm slick folds and hears, sees, the sharp inhale from the redhead as her index finger slides blissfully across her sensitive bud. The moan that rumbles from Chloe sends shivers down Beca’s spine.

Leaning in, Beca peppers kisses along Chloe’s exposed neck as her head falls against the mattress. Her hand comes up and tangles itself in Beca’s hair as the DJ continues to tease her clit, kissing her neck. She hisses in pleasure as the girl bites down, soothing the sting with her tongue, “B-Beca…”

Using her thumb, Beca rubs circles around her sensitive bud- her middle and index fingers sliding through the wet heat, teasingly. Chloe arches into her touch, aching for more, so she pulls Beca into a hot and heavy kiss, conveying her need.

Her want.  

Beca gently eases the two fingers into her, letting them sink in slowly. Their lips detach as Chloe audibly moans, breaking the kiss. And Beca feels the dampness pooling in her own underwear, the sounds from Chloe only fuelling her on more. She hooks a leg over Chloe’s, grinding down to relieve some friction.

The sudden contact strikes a pleasured whimper from her, her fingers momentarily pausing their movements inside Chloe- who groans, bucking into the fullness of it. Her arm wraps around Beca’s shoulder, gripping her as she beckons her to continue.

Falling back into a rhythm, Beca slides her fingers out from her heat before sliding quickly back in, setting a pace. She ignores her own need for the time being, wanting to focus solely on the woman beneath her.

Said woman, who is currently holding onto her, nails digging into her skin as she rocks desperately into Beca’s hand. “Y-yes!” she cries as she feels her climax building, “just like that!” the words tumble out breathless, as she closes her eyes.

They fuel Beca on and she keeps the pace, adding a third finger into Chloe’s heat, and getting a sharp moan in return. Ignoring the pain coming from Chloe’s tight grip, Beca instead focuses as she writhes against her. Chloe’s leg suddenly wraps around her waist hooking her in, as she grinds furiously against her hand.

“Oh, f-fuck-” Chloe whimpers, her voice breaking as her vice hold on Beca’s shoulders tightens. The nails she has on Beca’s skin keep her grounded as the storm inside her continues its build. Her breaths come out as uneven gasps, as her body trembles with anticipation.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” She tries to speak, her voice trembling, but the words dissolve into a choked cry as her body seizes, a powerful wave of pleasure crashing over her. Her hips bucking involuntarily, meeting Beca’s touch as she gives herself over completely to the moment.

Her head tips back- arms falling from Beca’s shoulders, as strands of red hair spill across the mattress, her lips parting in a silent gasp. Her body trembles in small, uncontrolled shudders as she rides out her release.

Beca slows down her touches, helping Chloe through her climax and leans down to press a soothing kiss to her cheek, before gently easing her fingers out of her.

Chloe’s body softens completely against the mattress, her tension melting away as her breathing steadies. Beca leans in, resting her forehead gently against Chloe’s temple, the warmth of her skin mingling with the faint sheen of sweat that glistens there.

“You okay?” Beca whispers, her voice low and soft, though she can’t suppress the slight curve of a smirk tugging at her lips. Chloe gives a small, lazy nod, her eyelids heavy as she mumbles, “Uh huh.”

Beca chuckles quietly, her thumb brushing absentmindedly along Chloe’s arm. “More than okay,” Chloe finally says, her voice breathless, lacing with satisfaction. She twists her head slightly to meet Beca’s gaze, and when she catches sight of the brunette’s self-satisfied smirk, she can’t help but roll her eyes. “Stop it,” she giggles, swatting lightly at Beca’s shoulder.

Beca breaks into a grin, her laugh tumbling out as she shrugs with exaggerated innocence. “I mean, what can I say? I’m just that good.”

“You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?” Chloe says through a smirk, her eyes sparkling with affection as she wraps an arm around Beca’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Yeah, I know,” Beca replies, her voice playful but underlined with an undying softness she can’t hide. She reaches up, tucking a damp strand of red hair behind Chloe’s ear, her fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. “You love it, though,” she teases, her gaze locking onto Chloe’s with an intensity that makes the redheads heart flutter.

Chloe bites her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tries- and fails- to suppress a sheepish smile. She doesn’t bother denying it. Instead, she leans up, her fingers curling around the back of Beca’s neck as she pulls her into a kiss.

It’s soft and slow, unhurried but filled with an undeniable truth. It isn’t just an answer to Beca’s teasing- it’s a silent confession, an acknowledgment of how much she truly does love every infuriating, wonderful thing about her.

As they break apart, their noses brushing, Chloe lets out a contented sigh, her fingers tracing small circles against Beca’s back.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, her lips curving into a smile. “I really do.”

And Beca grins in response, because she feels the exact same way.

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A/N: Surprise! Thought I’d give you folks this wee chapter before Christmas ;) Had a lot of fun writing this.

Apologies for any mistakes. In the meantime, find me on Tumblr if you’d like to just chat or have any questions.

Until next time!

(ps, the next chapter will be less smutty unfortunately… or will it)  

[unknownmind98]

a love song over time - part 3

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60645565/chapters/157278214

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Chloe sits on the porch of her home, a cup of hot chocolate in hand as Bella perches beside her holding her own. The winter sun is just setting over the trees, the recent snowfall having decorated the scenery in a blissful white atmosphere. Chloe’s mind falls to a certain DJ, and she unknowingly smiles, her gaze fixated on the birds setting for the evening.

“Momma?” Bella asks, disrupting her from her thoughts. Her big, round eyes glance up towards her mother.

Chloe smiles softly, bringing her gaze towards her, “What is it, bug?”

Tilting her head, Bellas curls bounce slightly as she gives her a thoughtful look. “Is Beca your best friend?”

The question catches Chloe off guard, and she blinks a few times in surprise. “Well, yes…” She confirms, pausing to think of her next words. “She’s one of my best friends.” She adds, a small grin forming as she thinks of the brunette. “Why do you ask?” She quizzes, wrapping an arm around the girl.

Bella shrugs, her petite hands fiddling with her bright yellow mug, one that she got for her birthday; it’s comically large with ladybug on the front. “You’re always happy when you talk about her. And I saw you guys hug a lot when she was here. Like, a lot a lot.” She emphases, taking a slurp of her hot chocolate.

Chloe can’t help the snort as her cheeks tinge pink. She hadn’t realized Bella had caught on to their closeness. “Well, she’s very special to me.” The redhead says, leaning her head on Bella’s.

Bella nods and watches the birds for a moment. Suddenly her eyes sparkle with curiosity, and she sits up and looks at her mom. “Is she like Daddy?”

Chloe’s eyebrows raise at the innocent question and her heart skips a beat. She hesitates, unsure on how to answer. “Well, Beca isn’t like Daddy. She’s…” Chloe pauses, “Well she’s different. But she’s someone very important to me. Someone I care about a lot.”

Bella ponders this for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. “Okay.” She says, “I like her. She makes you laugh.”

Chloe’s heart swells at her daughter’s simple observation and she pulls her in close. “I like her too. She makes me very happy.”

And Bella grins, leaning into her mother.  “You should tell her that.”

The older Beales breath catches in her throat at the thought of that. Leaning down she plants a kiss against Bellas bright red hair. “Maybe I will,” she says softly, more so to herself than to Bella.

She can’t deny she’s been thinking about the brunette a lot, since she left. They hadn’t spoken about what happened between them or any of the intimacy they shared. Though she can’t deny, she really really likes how Beca makes her feel.

She feels so alive. So seen and wanted. Something that she hasn’t felt in a while.

She thinks back to her past relationship with Tom and sighs.

After Bella was born, Chloe had noticed changes in him. Though he was overjoyed to be a father and attentive to Bella, eager to provide for her every need, he withdrew further from Chloe. He became quieter, more distant, and his warm, spontaneous affection gave way to a poised detachment.

At first, Chloe chalked it up to her own insecurities. She’d gained a bit of weight during her pregnancy, and the long nights with a newborn had left her feeling drained and distorted. She told herself that with time, things would return to normal- that she would feel desirable again, and Tom would see her the way he once did.

But that moment never came. Instead, Tom threw himself into his work. He became consumed by long hours and endless projects, often locking himself away in his office or traveling on work trips that seemed to grow more frequent. Chloe’s attempts to bridge the gap were met with vague excuses and distracted reassurances.

Over time, suspicion began to creep into Chloe’s mind. Tom’s absences became harder to explain, and the emotional distance between them felt overwhelming. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was someone else, though she never found concrete proof. It was a suspicion that lingered in the back of her mind, unspoken but ever-present.

He was still a great father to Bella, doting and involved… when he was around. But as a partner, he had faded away, leaving Chloe to navigate her feelings of loss and loneliness on her own. It was a slow unravelling of the life they’d built together, and by the time Chloe truly acknowledged it, the damage was already done.

There were nights when Chloe would sit alone in the quiet of their home and think about her days in college. Back then, she had been so confident- fearless, even. She’d been surrounded by the Bellas: her family, constantly laughing, and always the centre of attention in any room she walked into. She missed that version of herself, the one who didn’t second-guess every move, who felt beautiful and vibrant without needing anyone else’s validation. The one that walked confidently, naked might I add, into another’s shower stall just because she liked the voice coming from it.

She yearned for that confidence now, for the freedom to be that courageous self. She found that when she was with Beca, glimpses of that old spark would flicker through the broken walls. Beca’s sharp wit and easy smile reminded Chloe of who she used to be and made her believe, if only for a moment, that she could find that person again.

No wait scratch that, she knows she can.

Beca always brought out the best in her, she thinks. From the moment they met to the moment they got their small crappy apartment in New York all those years ago.

It’s always been Beca.

Beca was the reason the Bellas became what they are. Beca is the reason she named her daughter after the acapella group. Beca made them into something she never thought could be possible.

Beca made her feel beautiful.

It’s always been Beca.

Chloe knows that. Though she always did know it, she’s just no longer afraid to admit it.

She knows it’s time to stop dancing around her feelings and have the conversation they need to have.

She just can’t help as she chews on her bottom lip thinking of when that time will be.

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Meanwhile in New York, Beca paces the length of her living room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She’s typed out three drafts of a text to Jesse, but none of them felt right. Finally, with a groan of frustration, she types out a simple message.

Beca (16.34pm) Hey, can I call you?

A few seconds later, her phone buzzes with Jesse’s reply.

Jesse (16.34pm) Yeah, what’s up?

Beca wastes no time with dialling his number. The moment he answers, she launches into a ramble. “So, I think I need advice, and you are kind of my go-to for things like this,” Running a hand through her hair, she continues, “so you had me thinking last night, and I think you’re right.”

She hears Jesse chuckle on the other end and rolls her eyes.

“Man, shut up-”

“I told you!” He interrupts, and she can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Beca oblivious as ever,” She mocks, “But seriously, what do I do?” She plops herself down onto the couch, sighing loudly as her ramble continues, “Dude I have no idea what to do or say,” Beca admits. “I’m freaking out here.”

“Okay, first of all, breathe,” Jesse says, his voice a hint of amusement. “Second, maybe you two just need to talk it out. Like adults. Crazy idea, I know.”

Beca huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s helpful. Real groundbreaking advice Jesse.” She deadpans.

“I aim to please,” Jesse replies, his grin practically audible. “Look, why don’t you invite her over to your place? Neutral territory. You can hash it out without distractions.” He suggests, and the idea makes her pause. “You said it last night, that she’s going on break soon for the holidays.” He adds, and she can imagine him shrugging.

Nodding slowly to herself, Beca contemplates the idea. She supposes it would be nice for Bella to experience New York around the holidays.  “That could work.” She replies, her fingers tapping against her black jeans. “That could totally work right?”

“Right.”

“And if it doesn’t, I can just curl up into a ball and die.”

“Becs.”

“Because she probably already has plans made-”

“Beca!” Jesse exclaims down the line making her stop. “Shut up.” He speaks. “Just send her a message. Trust me it’ll be aca-fine.”

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Beca (19.29pm) Sup Beale, was curious, what’s your plans for the holidays besides being at home?

Chloe (19. 34pm) hi to you too stranger x

Chloe (19. 34pm) and you pretty much just summed it up. I’ll be at home with Bella. Tom’s busy with work

Beca (19. 35pm) shucks, well…. I know it’s a crazy idea, and you can say no if you want!

Beca (19. 35pm) would you and bella like to come here?

Chloe (19.38pm) as in New York?

Beca (19.40pm) yeah.. only if you want!

Beca (19.41pm) There’s no pressure obviously

Chloe (19.42pm) aww we’d love too :)

Chloe (19.42pm) Been thinking about u a lot x

Beca (19.43pm) huh… funny

Beca (19.44pm) Cuz I’ve been thinking about you a lot too

Chloe (19.45pm) really? Tell me more ;)

Beca (19.46pm) Yeah, just… you know, being around again you felt really nice. I missed being around you

Chloe (19.47pm) I missed it too. Feels like ages since we spent time together

Beca (19.48pm) Tell me about it. But I feel like since it’s the holidays and we both have time off we should totally like hang out

Chloe (19.50pm) Hang out?  Is that what we’re calling this ;) but no I get u, and New York sounds like the perfect place to escape to for a bit. I miss it there

Beca (19.51pm) yep that’s what we’re calling it beale, but oh! I have some new spots I’ve been dying to show you that opened recently

Chloe (19.53pm) do tell!

Beca (19.54pm) nah uh beale, I’m gonna wait until you’re here to show you lol

Chloe (19.56pm) ahh the anticipation.

Chloe (19.56pm) I finish work this Friday and Bella is on Christmas break too, so we can be there Sunday afternoon maybe?

Beca (19.57pm) Awes, I’ll book you the flights

Chloe (19.57pm) oh no! you don’t have to bec

Beca (19.58pm) Shush beale, I want to ;) let me know when you land and I’ll come pick you up x

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The terminal at JFK was buzzing with commotion, not unknown for such a place but with Christmas right around the corner, it was more chaotic with families reuniting, friends visiting and last-minute flights.

Chloe stands near the baggage claim, clutching Bellas’s hand as they wait patiently for their luggage. Once they receive it, Chloe takes her daughter over to a nearby Starbucks as they wait for Beca. The young girl, wide eyed as ever, is bouncing in her seat, craning her neck in hopes of seeing the brunette.

“Momma when will she be here?” Bella asks for the third time, impatiently.

Chloe chuckles softly at her excitement, “Soon, bug.” She says, “She’s probably stuck in traffic.” She reassures, though her own heart is fluttering with anticipation. It hadn’t been long since she last saw her best friend, but she can’t deny the butterflies currently dancing in her stomach thinking about her.  

As she finishes up her latte, she hears the distinct voice of one Beca Mitchell.

“There you guys are!”

Turning towards the voice, Chloe sees Beca weaving her way through the queue, her hair slightly disheveled, and bright rosy cheeks tainting her face.

Chloe thinks it’s adorable.

There’s a grin planted across the DJ’s face as she spots them. She’s dawned in a simple leather jacket over a casual T-shirt and plain jeans. A classic Beca look.

Chloe thinks it’s more attractive than it needs to be.

It’s quite distracting, honestly.

Bella sees her and lets out an excited squeal, jumping from her seat, not caring that it scrapes along the floor- a few customers glancing at the harsh sound- and beelines for Beca. The brunette chuckles as the young girl bounds into her, wrapping her tiny hands around her waist.

“There’s my bug!” Beca says, ruffling Bella’s hair amusingly before leaning down to wrap her arms around her. “Missed you, ya little troublemaker.”

Chloe grins as she approaches them, watching the interaction. “Hi.” She says fondly, sidling up beside them.

The brunette away from Bella and stands up straight and smirks, “Hey there.” Leaning in she places a chaste kiss on Chloe’s cheek. “You look great,” She sneakily whispers into her ear.

Chloe can’t help the faint blush that rushes to her cheeks and hides it by pulling Beca into a warm embrace.

“So do you,” She replies, teasingly.

And there’s that familiar spark igniting inside her again.

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As they make their way towards Beca’s apartment, the hum of Christmas music plays faintly over the speakers. Chloe sits in the passenger side, a growing grin on her face as she steals glances at the brunette. Beca smirks when she notices and sends her a raised eyebrow in return.

Bella sits in the back, eyes curious and wide as she looks out the window. Last time she was in New York was when she was 2 years old, which obviously she doesn’t remember much about. So, she’s pretty much experiencing it for the first time.

“So, Bella…” Beca speaks, breaking the comfortable silence. She catches the girl’s eye in the rearview mirror. “So, what’s our plan for Christmas this year?”

Bella beams at the question and she sits up excitedly, “Can we make cookies?” She asks, but before Beca can answer she’s rambling into her next request, “Oh and can we watch a bunch of movies and drink hot chocolate? Oh, and can we have marshmallows with the hot chocolate?”

“Bella, sweetheart, take a breath,” Chloe says, chuckling at her enthusiasm.

“Okay, okay,” Bella replies, pausing to think of more ideas.

“Well, I think those are some solid plans, bug,” Beca nods, as she pulls up at a red light. Bella smiles widely at the appreciation. “I’m making you the boss,” Beca adds turning in her seat to face Bella. “So, whatever you say, goes.” She declares, leaning her hand out for a handshake. “Sound like a deal?”

“Deal.” Bella giggles, shaking her hand.

As the light switches to green, Beca shifts into gear and takes a left towards her apartment. “Shouldn’t be too long until we’re there.”

“I’m so excited to see your place.” Chloe says, her expression glowing as she glances out the window, watching the passersby.

The last time Chloe had visited New York a few years ago, Beca and Amy had still been sharing the tiny, cramped apartment they had called home for years. It had been cozy, in the most chaotic, mismatched way that only a small space shared by wildly different personalities could be. She remembers the pull-out couch that doubled as a bed that she and Beca shared. The cluttered coffee table usually buried under takeout containers and Fat Amy’s magazines. The faint sound of Beca’s music playing from the corner that served as her makeshift studio. The flat had character for sure, but it was far from luxurious.

Since then, things had changed. Beca had moved out and found a new place of her own, leaving Amy to claim the old apartment entirely as her own. Though that changed quickly as the blonde Tasmanian fell into family wealth. Chloe had seen glimpses of Beca's new home in the pictures she had sent over the years. The photos had been impressive- cozy modern furniture, large open windows letting in floods of natural light, and mismatched but clean decor that screamed “Beca finally has her life together… Kinda.” But pictures could only show so much, and Chloe was dying to see it in person.

It was clearly a massive upgrade from what they previously shared. Chloe could already imagine the difference- the shift from cramped to spacious, from cluttered to organized. She knew Beca had worked hard to get where she was, and this new apartment seemed like a tangible representation of how far she had come.

Chloe couldn’t be prouder of the brunette sat beside her.

Reaching over she places a hand on Beca’s thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze, as they pull up outside the apartment complex. The brunette shoots her a smirk, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Come on nerds.”

As they make their way towards the building, Bella skipping ahead of them, Chloe reaches down and intertwines her fingers around Beca’s. Bella is rambling about their evening plans, occasionally turning back to face them.

Beca gives Chloe’s hand a soft squeeze. “I was thinking,” she says, as they approach the elevator. Her free hand pulling the Beale’s luggage. “Well, I was hoping...” She pauses, sighing. “Well, I was thinking we could you know…” She shrugs, cursing herself for losing words right now. “Talk?”

She rolls her eyes at herself.

Incredible wordplay Mitchell.

“Talk?” The redhead quizzes curiously as they shuffle into the lift.

Beca nods, pressing the button to her floor, before glancing to Chloe. “Yeah… about us?” She explains, hopefully.

There she said it, Jesse should be proud.

Chloe’s head tilts, a small grin creeping up on her face. “Us?” She teases, easing Beca’s anxiety. “I like the sound of that,” her smile wide, “But that’s funny, Mitchell.” She adds, bumping her shoulder against the girls, “I was thinking the same thing.”

Chloe’s heart feels lighter as she realizes they’re on the same page. And for the first time in years, it feels like she’s exactly where she needs to be.

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A few hours later, the trio are laid out on the couch in Beca’s living room. Home Alone on the TV in front of them.

The soft glow of the screen flickers in the otherwise dim living room, casting a warm, cozy light over the space. Beca had arranged the room, prior to their arrival, with the couch piled with soft blankets and a few scattered pillows. The air smelled of freshly made popcorn, courtesy of Jesse’s endless supply, something in which Bella had taken full advantage of with how much of it she has munched on.

Chloe sat with her legs stretched out on the couch, wrapped in a thick, fluffy blanket she’d claimed the moment they started the movie. Bella was nestled in between her- the 4-year-olds small body curled up under a soft navy blanket, her eyes glued to the screen as her head laid on her mother’s chest. Beca sat at the other end of the couch, feet tucked beneath her, occasionally casting a glance over at them rather than the movie.

“I still can’t believe this place is yours,” Chloe breaks the silence with a grin, looking around the mismatched space. “It’s so you…”

The walls are lined with framed pictures of artists, and records. It reminds her of Beca’s dorm back in her freshman year. Then just off to the side is a bookshelf filled with novels of all kinds, most likely gifted by Beca’s father.

What warms Chloe’s heart the most though, is the wall dedicated to the Bellas. It holds their first ICCA victory, when they got first place in Worlds, their graduation picture and a bunch of memories made over the years.

But what stands out the most is in the middle of the pictures. A simple quote written in an elegant cursive font.

 “Once a Bella, always a Bella.”

Chuckling, Beca’s eyes flicker briefly from the screen to Chloe. “Yeah, I tried to go for something different you know, other than a box.” She says with a laugh, referring to their previous shared flat.

Bella, who had been quietly watching the movie, suddenly perks up and looks around, her small voice speaking “I like it here, Beca. Your home is so big!” She says, but quickly diverts her attention to the popcorn, “Can we have snacks again?”

Beca smiles warmly, shaking her head as she reaches for the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. “Of course, bug. Here you go,” she says, offering Bella a handful of popcorn. Bella happily grabs a few pieces and stuffs them into her mouth, much to her mother’s dismay.

Chloe disapproves but rolls her eyes. “You’re gonna feel sick with all that popcorn,” she says through a small giggle. “Also try save some for the rest of us, huh?”

Beca grins cheekily. “I don’t know, Chlo. Bella’s got the right idea- snacks are worth the sickness.” She declares, taking a handful to herself.

Bella nods, agreeing with the statement.  “Yeah, snacks are the best!”

Chloe sends a warning finger towards the brunette, “Do not encourage her Mitchell,” she says, trying to keep up the stern façade, but it slips as Beca’s smirk grows.

Giving in, she sighs, “Ah fuck it, it’s Christmas.” Stretching her arm across, she takes the bowl of popcorn and scoffs some of it down, ignoring the loud snort from the brunette.

Beca whistles, her brows raising. “Beale! Do you speak to your mother with that language.” Her lips twitch into a mischievous smirk.

Chloe sends a deadpan look towards Beca and stares at her for a passing moment before breaking into a fit of laughter.

Rolling her eyes, she sets the bowl back down before snuggling in close to Bella. “Let’s just watch the movie.”

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As the day evening ends, Beca and Chloe get ready to settle in for the night in the brunette’s bedroom. A simple yet cozy room. There’s a queen-sized bed lined against the wall, pillows and blankets decorating it. A small window looking over the neighbourhood on the wall opposite, covered by dark curtains. And just beside that is the door to the ensuite.

On the bedside table sits a lamp, casting a warm glow over the room as they move around, in a routine fashion as they fall into old habits from their time living together. Chloe stands in front of the desk, looking into the mirror as she brushes her hair, the movements slow and thoughtful.

Bella had fallen asleep during the movie, after giving herself a popcorn filled food coma, leaving Beca to carefully carry her into the guest room.

Speaking of the brunette, she’s just coming out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth and leans against the doorframe, watching Chloe for a moment.

The sight of her best friend- or whatever they are, brings a sense of calm to Beca that she finds it hard to describe.

They'd known each other for years, and yet, something incredible shifted recently. Maybe they could blame it on the holiday spirit or maybe, just maybe, it was just the slow, undeniable truth that had been building since the first day they met.

Chloe catching Beca’s gaze in the mirror, smirks, “What?” she asks softly, a slight smile tugging at her lips.

Beca hesitates for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly, trying to play it off. “Nothing. I just...” She rolls her eyes, giving in, “I just really like you being here. It feels nice.”

It feels right. Is what she wants to say.

Setting the brush down, Chloe turns to meet Beca’s eyes as she leans against the desk. The air in the room notably shifts, and Chloe’s expression softens. She bites her bottom lip sheepishly, “I like it, too,” she admits after a beat, her voice sounding more vulnerable than she intended it to.

“It feels... right.”

And Beca closes her eyes, leaning her head against the doorframe and lets out a chuckle, a grin peeking through.

“I was literally thinking the same thing.” She confesses sincerely, opening her eyes to find Chloe’s. The redhead pushes herself off the desk and walks lightly towards the bed, taking a seat at the edge. The brunette soon follows, planting herself beside her.

Beca couldn’t help the way her heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in Chloe's words. And so, as she sits here beside her, she slips her hand into the redheads, running her thumb across her knuckles.

“Chlo…” She starts, her voice quieter now, it has a hint of uncertainty that she tries her best to cover. “Ever since I left yours, I can’t stop thinking about you,” She says, honestly, pausing for a moment, “You know how shit I am with words,” She rolls her eyes at herself, unsure of how to phrase what had been building in her mind this past while, “But I just... you’re my best friend and-” Stuttering over her words, Beca huffs, “I’m sorry, I’m not great at this.”

Chloe squeezes her hand, encouragingly, “Take your time.” She says, knowing that Beca needs to find her words.

Beca’s gaze is fixated on Chloe as she speaks, “I really like you. And I know that sounds so cheesy, but it’s the truth.” She pauses, taking a breath, “I think I always have.” She confesses. “I guess I just didn’t realize it fully until recently.” Huffing out a laugh, she continues, “And I think- well I hope you feel similarly?”

Beca’s eyes are wide like a deer in headlights as she lets herself be vulnerable as she waits for a reply.

Chloe does feel the same.

And she’ll be damned if she doesn’t let Beca know it. So, nodding, she pulls Beca’s hand to her lips and places a kiss on it, letting it linger as she replies.

“I do.” She says, a gentle grin in place, “I really do.” She emphasizes, looking deeply into Beca’s eyes. “You actually have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Her own eyes begin to gloss over but Beca quickly notices, and brings a hand to frame her face, gently caressing it.

“Really?” And her voice sounds so small, so exposed, as her fingers lay upon Chloe’s skin. Once again, the redhead nods, leaning into the touch. She chuckles and rolls her eyes, “Sorry, I don’t mean to tear up.” But when she glances at Beca, she sees it mirrored.

“What are we not like,” Beca teases, leaning her forehead on Chloes. Closing her eyes, she lets her hand trace Chloe’s jawline and feels the others girl come up to rest on hers.

Chloe understands. She knows how pathetic they must look right now. 30 something year olds, tearing up over this revelation. But it’s so much more than that. It’s something that had been building since they met. That connection. An understanding of one another. Yes, there had been blips in between but all that matters is that they’re here now. Together.

Unable to resist Chloe leans in and captures Beca’s lips in a lingering kiss. It’s chaste but holds so much passion. There’s a slight salty taste from the tears that escaped but neither care, nor acknowledge it.  

When they pull back, they both have easy smiles in place and Beca is the first to speak.

“I really like how this feels,” She communicates, running her thumb along Chloe’s cheek, “But I’m so scared of messing things up.” She confesses, shyly.

Chloe untangles her hand in Beca’s and runs it along the brunette’s neck soothingly, “So I am.” She agrees. “But…” Leaning in, she gives Beca another peck, “I think it’s worth risk.” She admits, the words echoing against Beca’s lips.

Beca’s expression eases as she reaches up, brushing a strand of hair behind Chloe’s ear, now holding the redhead’s face with both hands. “I agree,” she says, her voice filled with a quiet certainty of someone who knows exactly what they want.

The tension between them is palpable, as the hum of the city outside plays around them. Chloe’s eyes linger on Beca, her hand still wrapped around her neck. She feels her heart full, and her nerves spike to one hundred, as she finds herself lost in the brunette’s gaze.

She sees Beca’s shift towards her mouth and licks her lips. Leaning in, she gives in to a more passionate kiss. Her lips fall against Beca’s, this time more needy than before. Sighing into the kiss, she tilts her head deepening the kiss, her fingers threading through Beca’s hair.

The brunette responds in kind, her hands moving to slide its way down to Chloe’s waist. The redhead had changed into a tank top and pyjama pants earlier as they got ready for bed, and she curses but also praises herself, as she feels Beca run her hands along the waistband of the tank.

Pulling back, her lips rest against Beca’s, her breathing heavy.

“Please.”

And it only takes that one word for Beca to start raising the top up along Chloe’s abdomen.

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A/N: And that’s part 3 folllkkksss! I hope you enjoyed it… Fair warning we have a bit of a spicy chapter coming next ;)

Apologies for any mistakes! And once again thank you to those who have liked and commented, it means the world to me. Until next time!

[unknownmind98]

Any fic ideas for the new year? Lemme know!

[unknownmind98]

a love song over time - part 2

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60645565/chapters/156803041

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Opening the cabinet Chloe fetches out some fresh towels, she’s getting ready for a shower when she receives a notification. Bundling the towels under her arm, she fetches the phone from her pocket and scans over it, a smile growing as she does.

Beca (11.13am) bug found a new friend (picture attachment)  

It’s an adorable picture of Bella holding a large panda plush, one nearly the size of the young girl. She’s grinning ear to ear with her face pushed against it. Her bright blue eyes sparkling as she giggles at Beca. Chloe feels warmth swarm around her heart as she gazes over it.

Earlier that morning Chloe briefly mentioned needing groceries so Beca, being the darling that she is, gathered Bella for an impromptu road trip down to the store. Chloe tried to protest but eventually gave in as the brunette and her daughter threatened her with endless tickles if she tried to stop them. So as Bella scurried off in search of her shoes, Chloe couldn’t stop herself from leaning in and pecking Beca’s cheek. Taking note of the faint blush that appeared there.

Receiving another text, she’s broken from her daze. She shakes her head fondly as she reads over the message.

Beca (11.16am) She was too cute so I gave in and bought her it

Chloe (11.16am) Becccaaa she has enough toys already lol

Beca (11.17am) Shush woman, there can never be enough

Beca (11.18am) ….in my defence, she used the Chloe Beale eyes on me

Chloe (11.19am) The what? Lol

Beca (11.19am) The Chloe Beale eyes. That shit you do when you want something?

Chloe (11.20am) ??

Beca (11.21am) The big doe eyed look?

Chloe (11.22am) No idea what ur on about bec..

Beca (11.23am) Uh huh… don’t try to play dumb with me beale lol

Chloe (11.24am) Hey! If they work, then who am I to question it

Beca (11.25am) I knew it

Beca (11.26am) We’ll be back soon btw!

Chloe (11.28am) okay. Im gonna shower now so I’ll see you when ur back x

Chloe (11.29am) maybe if ur back in time, you can join me ;) just like old times

Beca (11.30am) tempting. Want me to sing titanium too? x

Chloe snorts out a laugh before clicking out of the messages. She searches for a playlist and finds herself picking one Beca made for the Bellas when they were in college.

As the first song plays, Maroon 5’s Payphone, Chloe strips down and turns the shower on. While waiting for the water to warm, she hums along to the tune and chuckles as she remembers it playing at the infamous Treble parties. When they were so young and full of life, she thinks. When Fat Amy would make one of her mystery jugs, full of all kinds of liquids. When Aubrey would let her hair down and dance the night away with her and Stacie. These were the days when Chloe would knock down Beca’s walls brick by brick. She can still feel the rush she’d get when she learned something new about her.

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The bathroom is steamed up when she walks out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around her, she runs another one lightly through her hair, partially drying it before stepping through the door into her room.

She pauses in front of her wardrobe and flicks through it, contemplating what to wear for this evening. She’s humming along to We Found Love when she hears the door creak open from downstairs with a faint “We’re back!”

She calls down saying she’s in her room before going back to searching. Huffing in annoyance when she can’t find anything, she crosses her arms.

“Didn’t realize we were in 2012.”

The voice startles her, and she whips round, finding Beca leaned against the door with an amused smirk. She’s sipping on a juice pouch, and gives a cheeky grin, “Damn did I miss the shower?”

Chloe composes herself before shrugging nonchalantly, “You snooze you lose, Bec,” she baits, repeating the brunette’s words from the previous night. Closing the wardrobe, she turns towards the vanity and reaches for a hairbrush.

As she’s detangling the knots in her hair, her movements still. Her breath hitches as a soft touch draws along her bare shoulder.

Beca cautiously dances her fingers along the redhead’s skin, gauging her reaction. Carefully, she makes her way behind Chloe, her hand continuing its path.

Chloe’s heart pounds from the contact, igniting electricity through her body. And she inhales sharply as she feels the woman place a tender kiss on her left shoulder. Beca pauses before delicately placing another one, this time closer to Chloe’s neck.

Chloe’s eyes shut instinctively, and she drops the hairbrush to the floor. Her left hand comes up and hooks itself around Beca’s neck, impulsively pulling her closer.

Beca lets herself be guided to the next kiss in the curve Chloe’s neck, before slowly trailing her mouth towards her jaw. She lets her lips rest momentarily, her breathing shallow.   

“Beca…” Chloe whispers. Beca’s hands fall to the redhead’s hips, gripping them as Chloe turns her head, resisting the urge to close the distance.

Their breathing blends into one as their lips linger over each other’s, Chloe waiting in anticipation. She feels embarrassed to admit it, but ever since their kiss she’s been worked up. She hasn’t had such delicate and loving contact like this in years. A part of her is terrified by what it means, yet the other part is excited.

Chloe can’t deny it, she feels alive.

She feels Beca’s lips twist into a smirk and suddenly has the urge to wipe it off her face.

So, she does.

Closing the distance between them, Chloe plants her lips firmly against the brunettes.

Beca sighs into the kiss, her hands tightening around Chloe’s waist. The redhead shifts in Beca’s arms, so she’s facing her directly. The movement briefly separating their lips, but not for long as Chloe leans back in.

Beca’s hands drift from Chloe’s waist to cradle her face, deepening the kiss. She feels Chloe gripping her flannel, pulling her closer and smiles. It’s returned as the kiss naturally breaks with Chloe’s smile mirrored against hers.

They’re breathing heavily, eyes remaining closed and hands still in place.

It’s Beca who pulls back first. Her eyes hooded as she opens them to see Chloe, who’s already looking back with a small grin, her damp hair framing her face.

“Beale…” Beca utters under her breath with a short chuckle.

Chloe giggles, toying with the girl’s shirt. “Yeah?” She whispers, vaguely smirking.

Beca lightly shakes her head, struggling to find the correct words “That…was…” 

Chloe nods, her fingers playing with the buttons on the flannel, “I agree.”  

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The trio decide to walk to the fair as it’s nearby. The winter sun is just dipping below the trees cascading onto them. The glare making Chloe and Bella’s hair more vibrant, Beca thinks. The pathway below them sprinkled with snow, their feet crunching with each step.

They’re holding Bella’s hands as she walks in between them. She’s chatting away about the Christmas project they were doing in school, oblivious to the glances the two women are sneaking towards each other.

“Momma look!” Bella exclaims excitedly, her hand loosening from Beca’s to point. Chloe’s gaze drifts towards the colourful lights blinking in the near distance. She feels Bella tug on her hand impatiently. “Let’s gooooo!” She whines, her tugging relentless, and Chloe is just about to give her a stern warning but is cut short as Beca jumps in with a ‘race you!’ to Bella.

Chloe just stands momentarily in place and watches as they run towards the fair. Her daughter giggling as she looks back at Beca behind her.

As much as she wanted to teach Bella to be patient, she must admit the sight before her is adorable. Beca slowing herself down to let Bella lead, and Bella all smiles and laughter.

With the recent events that have occurred Chloe can’t help but wonder… What if? She finds herself fantasizing about what life would look like if it were like this every day. How she’d wake up with Beca draped behind her, asking for 5 more minutes of sleep before getting up for the day. Chloe would jokingly protest but snuggle in closer to her. They’d lay there in their own world before Bella comes bundling in and flopping down on the bed beside them. She’d comically tell them about her dream, and they’d swap gazes between them, a fond smile on their faces. Eventually Chloe would watch as Beca lazily shuffles out of the bed to prepare breakfast for them. She’d hear Beca call to them from the kitchen saying it’s ready and when she enters the kitchen Beca would sweep in and pull her lovingly into a kiss-

“Momma!”

Chloe’s broken from her daze as Bella’s voice rings out. Blinking rapidly, she catches sight of her daughter waiting for her beside the entrance to the fair, Beca standing beside her watching on amusingly.

“You okay Beale?” The brunette asks as she nears them.

Nodding, she sidles up beside them, “Yeah.” Placing her hands on Bellas shoulders, she leans down slightly, “Ready to go have fun?”

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“Fuck me,”

“Beca!” Chloe glares, “My daughter is right here.”

“Sorry!” Beca’s voice a higher pitch than usual.

They are currently on the Ferris wheel. Bella sits beside her mom with Beca across from them. The two redheads watching entertainingly as Beca holds onto the railing for dear life.

“You okay Bec?” Chloe asks, trying her best to contain her giggle.

“I am fine Beale.” Beca states, trying to remain neutral, but as the wheel ascends, she squeaks slightly. Her grip on the railing so firm, that her knuckles begin to turn a lighter shade. “Ohmygod, I’m going to die…”

“Just like that bear trap all over again, huh?” Chloe teases.

Beca shoots her a stern look, “Do not test me, Chlo.”

Chloe leans down towards Bella and whispers something in her ear. Seconds later the girl is shuffling across the seats and slots in beside the brunette.

“Momma says you’re scared.” She says, looking at her so sincere and innocently. Her little hand comes up and eases Beca’s from the railing. “When I’m scared, I like to hold Momma’s hand.” She explains holding onto Beca’s.

Beca’s heart just about melts from her kind and loving nature and fondly thinks about how she gets it from her mother. “Thank you bug.” She says, softly squeezing Bella’s hand noting how her heart has stopped beating so fast. Her gaze flickers to Chloe who’s watching on warmly.

Beca slides her foot across the metallic floor of the booth and nudges it against Chloe’s before resting it alongside her. Chloe feels butterflies from the small touch. She peeks over the railing, gazing down upon the fair. The multicoloured lights from the attractions reflect in her eyes rendering them brighter than they already are. She notices that even in the darker evening, the view of the river nearby is visible, the streetlights emitting flickers on the gentle waves.

“This view is beautiful,” she says looking back towards Beca. “Don’t you think?”  She asks and finds the brunette only looking at her. Beca simply nods and replies with a gentle, “Yeah.” Chloe bites her lip and pulls her coat closer to her chin to hide the growing blush on her cheeks.

If anyone asks, she’ll blame the cold weather. 

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Beca’s stay comes to an end far too quickly for either of their liking. Their weekend spent together flying by in the blink of an eye.

As Chloe drives them to the airport, she looks in the rearview mirror to see Bella asleep in the back and smiles fondly. Her fingers tapping along to the radio, which is on low volume as to not disturb Bella.

Though she can’t help the dull ache she feels in her heart with the brunette leaving so soon. After the fair yesterday, they spent the remainder of their night and earlier today playing board games and watching movies. It wasn’t until she saw Beca’s furrowed brows from across the couch that worried her.

“Everything okay?” She had quizzed. And Beca sighed saying it was her boss needing her for the studio tomorrow. Chloe nodded and understood that her job was demanding and said she could leave her to the airport. As she was helping Beca gather her things, she found herself pulling her into a tight hug.

“I’ll miss you.”  Chloe mumbled into the curve of her neck.

Beca softly smiled and tugged her tighter, “Don’t worry Beale, I’ll be back soon.” She replied, placing a kiss on her cheek.

Pulling into the parking space at the airport, Chloe powers down the car, leaving a beat of silence as the radio shuts off. She glances over to see Beca fiddling with the sleeves of her jacket and so reaches over to gently lock hands with her.

“I wish I could stay longer,” Beca says quietly, careful not to wake Bella.

“Me too,” Chloe replies squeezing her hand, staring at them as she does. “But like you said,” She looks at Beca,” you’ll be back soon.” She reassures, her voice filled with hope.

The crease in Beca’s brows fades as she grins, “Damn right.” And raising their joined hands, she gives Chloe’s a peck. “I should go.”

“I know.” The redhead nods, understandingly.

But neither of them moves for a moment, their gazes gently locked on each other. And it’s almost as if time itself stops. The only reminder that time is still in fact moving is by the shuffling outside the car.

Unable to resist Beca leans in and plants a kiss on Chloe’s cheek, letting it linger before pulling away. “I’ll see you soon,” she whispers detangling their hands. As she shifts over to open the door, there’s a smile peeking through and Beca barely has her hand on the handle before she’s being pulled back in, her lips melting into Chloe’s.

Chloe’s hands rise to rest on Beca’s face as she kisses her deeply. Beca stabilises herself by holding onto Chloe’s arms, sighing contently into the kiss.

When they pull back, their foreheads are rested against each other, and Beca chuckles, “I really need to get going Chlo.” Their lips grazing each other as she whispers, as if she speaks any louder, it’ll burst their bubble.

Briefly closing her eyes, Chloe bites her lip and smirks, “I know, I just-”

She doesn’t get the chance to finish as Beca’s lips are back on hers. The brunette not caring if she’s late.

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Surely, it’s all just a dream?

Is what Beca thinks as she lands back in New York.

She’s walking towards the exit of the airport in a slight daze as she replays the events of the weekend over and over in her head.

It’s only when she sees Jesse’s car parked out front when she comes back to the real world.

“Hey nerd.” He greets with his goofy grin as she flops into the passenger side.

“Dudeee.” She drawls, head falling into the headrest.

“Good weekend?” He grins cheekily and Beca looks to him and lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, “You have no idea.”

And so that’s how the two end up at Beca’s apartment, one of Jesse’s movies on and beers in hand as the brunette tells him all the details as if they’re two teenage girls at a sleepover.

One would think it’s odd being friends with an ex and talking about these things with each other. But they both realized very quickly that being together was a no-go and called it quits the summer after the first ICCA championships. They felt it was like being with a sibling and it weirded them out. Not to mention Beca’s raging toner for a certain redhead at the time. But now years later, their ‘relationship’ (if you could even call it that) is something neither acknowledge, as it was only a speckle in their friendship.

Jesse, a now successful indie movie scorer, has a lovely, beautiful girlfriend of 4 years, named Amber. They have a cat together and he’s confided in Beca recently that he’s been picking out engagement rings. She couldn’t be happier for him.

“About damn time,” Jesse says, taking a swig of his beer. He’s slouched in the armchair beside the sofa, a dark green and beaten-up recliner that they found on marketplace for free. It’s got scratches and stains she’d rather not think about but it’s so comfy and soft that it balances it out. And of course, Beca knows she could get a new one, but she’s had it since her first month living alone in her apartment, so she’s grown attached.

She rolls her eyes, and chuckles, ignoring his words.

“No, I’m serious!” He exclaims sitting up, “I’m surprised it took this long.”

Beca furrows her eyebrows, “Why do you say that?” She asks.

Jesse sighs and is the one to roll his eyes this time, “As much as I love you Bec, and I do with all my heart,” He begins, a sickly-sweet tone to his voice, “But you are probably the dumbest person I know.”  He says bluntly.

“Hey!”

“It’s true!” He doubles down, setting his beer on the coffee table in front of them. “You were so oblivious in college man.”

Beca takes a sip of her beer and stares at him weirdly, “Oblivious?”

Jesse nods, “She was all over you.” And he says it like it was the most obvious thing. “But as usual,” he continues, “You being you.” He points his beer at her, “-were blind and saw nothing.”

“You know I sometimes wonder why I put up with you,” Beca says, trying to ignore his words.

“Deflect all you want Bec, but I’m telling you dude, it was only a matter of time.”

And so that’s how Beca ends up lying in bed that night, just around an hour after Jesse leaves, thinking about her college days.

Or more specifically, her moments with Chloe.

And boy was there countless of them.

It’s almost overwhelming trying to put them in order.

The first is the shower incident.

Wait no, it would be the activities fair. Back when they first met.

Autumn 2012 (Activities Fair)

“Oh, what about her!” Chloe exclaims excitedly, catching a glimpse of a brooding alternative girl.

Aubrey tuts beside her, shaking her head in disgust “No. She’s so not Bella material.”

But Chloe ignores her and as the girl walks by, she cheerfully holds out a Barden Bellas flyer, “Hi! Any interest in auditioning for our acapella group?” She asks, her eyes wide and gleaming with hope.

The brunette girl stops curiously, pulling her headphones down across her neck. “Acapella?” She smirks, amused, “Oh right, so this is like a thing now.”  She eyes the flyer.

Chloe bobs her head, “Totes.” She confirms, “We sing covers of songs but without any instruments, it’s all from our mouths.” And she gestures to her lips for emphasis, adding a wink.

Beca eyebrows raise, and she mutters a quiet, “wow.”

As she reaches for the flyer, she finds her arm being held and suddenly she’s tugged forward. “Dude!” She barely gets to protest as the redhead is beaming.

“OMG, you have a bug tattoo!” She exclaims examining the girl’s arm, her fingers lightly tracing over it. It’s a fine lined grasshopper. “So do I.” And she’s placing her wrist in front of Beca, showcasing her small ladybug tattoo oblivious to the blush rising up the brunette’s neck.

“Nice,” Beca nods, taking her arm back and crossing them, slightly taken aback by her abruptness.

Present Day (Beca’s Apartment)

Beca lays awake revisiting that moment, Chloe did seem very forward. But she always put it down to the redhead trying to recruit members for the Bellas. So, she shakes her head and shifts onto her side and thinks Jesse is on drugs with his batshit theory. That was just Chloe being Chloe. Nothing else, nothing more. Right?

Though she can’t help but remember the Bellas bonding nights, and how Chloe would practically be attached to her hip. Not to mention hen was the relentless teasing from the Bellas deeming them ‘Aca-wives.’ And thinking back now she does realize how Chloe ran along with it, almost as if she liked it.

Beca liked it too, but she wouldn’t ever admit that to the Bellas.

And as she shifts onto her back, attempting to sleep, she remembers a very specific bonding night. It was their final one in senior year just before Christmas.  

She had just come back from a bad day at the internship, and Chloe had found her in her room all moody and gloomy and was able to bring a smile to her face.

Winter 2015 (Christmas Bonding Night)

Today totally sucked, Beca thinks.

Her boss, Sammy, at Residual Heat basically told her she was boring and untalented. Well, he technically didn’t say those exact words, but he might as well have.

Beca’s walking with her head hung low, tail between her legs as she shuffles towards the Bellas house. She feels like shit, and she knows tonight is their last Bellas bonding night before the Christmas break, so she waits outside the door for a few moments to collect herself before entering. She can hear the chattering and hollering from the girls inside and wonders just what chaos is ensuing.

Mainly worrying what concoctions Amy has in store.

She shakes the snow from her boots before opening the door and is greeted with Flo wrapping the staircase in dark green and maroon tinsel. The girl waves to her before going back to fighting with the shiny foil.

As Beca continues throughout the house, she passes Cynthia Rose and Lily trying to place decorations on the Christmas tree. Fat Amy can be heard from the kitchen telling Stacie to ��pass the vodka.’ Jessica and Ashely are found at the dining room table setting it up for their Bellas Beer Pong tournament that evening. It’s a tradition.

Beca grabs a bottle of beer from the multi-pack that is set on the table beside the two and she greets them before making her way towards the top floor where her and Amy’s room is.

Twisting the cap off, she takes a swig of it as she passes Flo again on the stairway. As she walks along the hallway, she stops as she hears singing come from the room across. A small grin forms as she listens to Chloe hum along to Timber.

As she reaches her room, she slouches the satchel off her shoulder letting it fall to the floor before sitting at her desk, placing the beer on it. She kicks her boots off and shuffles out of her leather jacket, letting it drape over the back of the chair before running a hand through her hair.

She lets her head rest along the back and grabs the drink again. She plays with the label as she stares at the wall ahead of her.

“But if you want to write “music producer” on your tax forms someday, then you need an original voice.”

Sammy’s words ring through her ears as she sips on her beer. Maybe she wasn’t good enough for this? Maybe her dad was right all those years ago. Maybe music was just a hobby.

A few soft taps on the stairwell take her out of her thoughts.

“Hey.” It’s Chloe. She stands at the banister, leaning against it as she watches Beca. “Everything okay?” And she asks so sincerely, that it makes Beca melt a little from just how well this girl knows her.

The brunette shrugs and shakes her head a little. “I’m okay,” she sighs, “just a really, really long day.”

Chloe takes a tentative step towards her, “I gathered.” And when Beca looks at her with raised brows, she continues, “You usually say hi on your way up.” She shrugs, looking slightly sheepish.

And it makes Beca snort, because of course Chloe would know her routine. Her lips find the beer again, and she gives a tiny smile. “You’re a nerd.”

Chloe rolls her eyes fondly and takes a seat on the end of the bed. She spins Beca’s chair round so that she’s facing her. “Wanna talk about it?” She asks softly.

Beca’s eyes find hers and she shakes her head again, “Not right now.”

Chloe nods and reaches forward to take the beer, “Okay.” She takes a sip and grimaces, making Beca chuckle. “I have no idea how you drink this.” And just like that she shifts the mood to a lighter tone.

Beca snatches the bottle back again and smirks, “I’ll convert you someday Beale, just you wait.”

“Sure, sure,” Chloe mumbles.

Standing Beca shifts to sit on the bed beside her, bouncing slightly. She sighs and flops onto her back, a little bit of beer spilling onto the sheets. “So…” She drawls, staring at the ceiling, her left hand coming up to rest behind her head. “What’s on the agenda for this evening.”

“Well,” Chloe props down beside her, her elbow bent as she leans on it. “Beer pong obviously.”

“-Of course.”

“Fat Amy said she wants to show us a new act she’s working on-” and Chloe giggles making Beca raise her brow. “-she’s calling this one Fat Amy Winehouse.”

Beca rolls her eyes and snorts as Chloe continues, “Apparently it’s gonna be the next big thing in America.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it.”

And as Chloe babbles on about their plans, Beca can’t help but watch her fondly. How she smiles and laughs with each bizarre game they’ve come up with. How she reaches for Beca’s beer throughout her talk even though she hates the taste, and sips on it.

She stops though once she realizes Beca’s staring.

“What?” Chloe asks, and she narrows her eyes at the girl. “Is there something on my face?”

Beca shakes her head and sits up, laughing, “No- no, you’re just-” and she stumbles over her words trying to find the right ones. “I don’t know, you’re just you.”

Chloe’s brows furrow, “I’m just me?” She mirrors Beca and sits up beside her. “Should I take that as a good thing or...?” She teases, leaning in slightly.

Beca winks, “Oh of course.” She replies, a cheeky smirk in place.

“I don’t trust that tone you’re using Mitchell.” The redhead jabs, playfully shoving her. “Feel like you’re mocking me.”  

“I would never.”

Chloe hums, reaching for the beer again. She scrunches her face as she realizes it’s empty. “Shall we go fetch more?” She asks, waving the bottle around.

“Lead the way Beale.”

Setting the bottle aside, the redhead scoots off the bed and extends her hands to Beca. She wiggles her fingers impatiently and waits for the girl to oblige.

Rolling her eyes, Beca grabs her hands.

“You’re such a ner-” But she’s cut off as Chloe pulls her up abruptly. She stumbles into the giggling redhead. Her left hand falls out of Chloe’s grasp and so she quickly steadies herself by holding onto her waist instead.

“You’re an asshole did you know that?” Beca says, glaring at her. Even though she’s chuckling.

“I know,” Chloe laughs, her right arm coming up around Beca’s shoulder. “But you love me.” She teases.

And Beca’s heart momentarily stops as she notices their proximity. She watches as Chloe leans in, and she inwardly screams, heart rate suddenly picking up as the girl places her lips on Beca’s cheek before whispering into her ear. “Let’s get those drinks.”

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Beca (23.44pm) Okay so maybe you might’ve been right

Jesse (23.46pm) Told ya  

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A/N: Andddd there’s part 2 folks. I’m officially on Christmas break now so I should get round to updating this faster! Thank you all for the comments on the last chapter, I really appreciate it. Until next time <3

[unknownmind98]

a love song over time

Recently single Chloe struggles to balance mother and social life. One weekend with an old friend changes everything. Bechloe. Romance.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60645565 Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14412726/1/a-love-song-over-time

A Love Song Over Time

Trees bristle and early morning birds whistle their way into Chloe’s slumber. With a faint smile on her lips as she dreams about her days as a Barden Bella.

Aubrey’s wide grin as they’re announced the winners of their acapella competition. Fat Amy’s boisterous jump of victory. Jessica and Ashley’s tear-filled eyes. Stacie’s squeal of excitement. Lily’s silent cheers. Cynthia Rose’s “hell yeah bitches!”.  

And then there was Beca.

Chloe sighs in content thinking of her long-time best friend. How she was the reason they won. She’ll forever cherish that moment. When they locked eyes and simply smiled. Eyes wide and full of hope for what the future meant.

She snuggles in closer to her bed sheets, pulling them up to her chin and feeling the warmth surround her. It almost feels like a hug from her Bellas.

From Beca.

“Momma…”

Gentle prodding at her cheeks slowly awakens her from her dream.

“Momma, wake up,” She feels a light weight drop on top of her, giggling.

“Come onnnn,” Small hands tug the sheets down from Chloe’s chin.

Chloe’s eyes blearily adjust to the light cascading through the window onto her 4-year-old daughter.

“Hiya bug.” She sleepily greets. The young girl sports a toothy grin in return.

“Morning,” She adjusts herself to lay beside her mom. “I’m hungry.”

“Yeah?” Chloe asks, her voice quietly amused. “What do you want?”

Debating for a moment, her daughter quips up. “Pancakes.”

“Good choice.” Chloe runs a hand through the young girl’s hair, the same shade of red as hers. “Pancakes sound good.”

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“Bella,” Chloe points towards the plate, “Eat your breakfast.”

She’s scrolling through her emails as her and Bella sit at the counter in the kitchen. She sighs as she see’s the latest one about the bills being due. And leans her head on her hand, gently biting her lip as she contemplates.

A small piece of pancake shakes her from her thoughts as it’s placed in front of her. “You have to eat too,” Bella says before going back to her own.

A small grin shapes Chloe’s face as she takes the offered piece. “Thank you bug.” Staring at her daughter for a few seconds with affection, she pulls her into a side hug. “I love you.”

Bella hiccups slightly but smiles “Love you too Momma.” She tries to wiggle her way free, but Chloe just tickles her sending her into a fit of giggling squeals. Letting her go, she watches as she skips her way across the kitchen into the living room.

Lifting her mug, Chloe sips at her coffee, watching her daughter play. Her attention moves to her phone shortly as it buzzes.

Tom You free for a call? (8.32am)

She stares at the message momentarily before dialling his number. Her fingers anxiously dance along the countertop as she waits. After a few rings, his voice chimes through.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” She replies, “What’s up?”

“Just checking in,” He says, “How’s Bella?”

“She’s good,” Chloe says eyes flickering towards said girl, “She’s had breakfast. It was pancakes today.”

“Good-“

“Is that daddy?” Bella asks from the living room floor, holding her Barbie, a gift from Aubrey on her fourth birthday.  

Nodding, Chloe holds out the phone, “Yeah come say hi to daddy.”

Bella scuffles to her feet, dropping the Barbie before skipping her way across and grabs the phone. “Hi daddy!” She speaks.

“Hi sweetheart,” He replies, “How are you! I miss you.”

“I miss you too daddy,” She says, “I had pancakes.”

“Yeah? Were they tasty?” He asks, before adding, “Bet they weren’t as good as mine.”

“Nooooo,” Bella laughs, “Momma’s is better. They were really tasty.”

“They are pretty good,” He agrees with a small chuckle, “Hey bug put Momma back on the phone for me would you.” He asks, ending with a “I love you!”

“Love you too daddy,” she says before handing the phone back to Chloe.

Placing the phone back to her ear, Chloe shifts back round to her laptop. “So, what’s up?” She repeats.

Hearing silence on the other end, she tries again, “Tom?”

“Yeah, no I just...” He starts. “The company need me for a bit longer.”

“How long?” She asks bluntly. This isn’t new for her. Tom has been busy this last year with work. And its only seemed to be getting worse lately. He’s away sometimes months at a time.

“Another month, maybe two.”

“Tom it’s Christmas in three weeks,” She sighs, her fingers rubbing at her temple, “Can you not ask to work on it after then?”

“I can’t Chlo,” He exhales, “We’re so close to getting this deal done and I don’t want to screw it up-”

“I know, I know,” she interrupts. “But what am I gonna tell Bella? She’s been excited to see you again.” Shaking her head, she continues in a hushed tone. “You know she made you a welcome home sign Tom.”

She’s frustrated, she can’t help it. Ever since they parted ways, she feels like she’s been raising their daughter alone.

“I’m sorry Chloe.” He apologises. “Look, I gotta go… I’ll talk to you later.”

He hangs up before she can say another word.

She sets the phone down and feels the tears begin to form in her eyes.

She’s exhausted.

Taking a steady breath, she tries to compose herself.

Blinking away the tears, she wipes harshly at her eyes before checking the time.

“Fuck…” Closing the laptop screen, she hurries off the counter chair. “School time Bella!”

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“Okay have a good day bug,” Chloe hugs Bella tightly, kissing her cheek before watching her run to meet her friends outside her classroom. Bella waves goodbye at her before heading into the room.

As Chloe strolls back to her car, she feels her phone buzz. Fishing it out of her pocket, she checks the notification. A small grin forming on her face.

Beca Check this shit out (9.17am) (picture attachment)

It’s a selfie of Beca in the studio with a very high end, very expensive looking mixing control panel. Her eyes wide and excited. Chloe looks fondly at it. Beca’s aged slightly. They both have, they’ve come far from their college days. But there’s something sweet about how the faint smile lines have formed on Beca’s face, she thinks. Early 30’s looks good on her.

Beca (9.18am) Feel like this is too bougie for me to be around

Chloe shakes her head slightly, a small chuckle coming from her before typing a response.

Chloe (9.19am) It looks so cool! You look good beside it x

Beca (9.19am) Why thank you. I needed this confident boost

Chloe (9. 20am)Of course you did lol

Beca (9. 21am) I feel like you’re making fun of me :(

Chloe (9. 22am) Neverrrr

Beca (9. 22am) Hmm.. I don’t buy it but I’ll let it slide for now

Beca (9. 23am) how are u?

Chloe (9. 25am) Im fine

Beca (9. 26am) That all you’re gonna give me Beale?

Chloe (9. 26am) sorry just a bit stressed

Beca (9. 26am) You okay?

Chloe (9. 27am) Yeah it’s just life stuff lol

Beca (9. 27am) uh huh. You still on for this weekend or do you need some me time?

Chloe (9. 27am) Of course we are! as long as youre okay with Bella being with us

Beca (9. 28am) Hell yeah, I love that kid

Beca (9. 29am) Oh shit the artist is here now, so I gotta run. I’ll call you later?

Chloe (9. 30am) Sounds good. Take care Becs x

Beca (9. 30am) Love you! x

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“Where are we going?” Bella quizzes from the back seat of Chloe’s car.

Pulling up to a red light, Chloe glances at Bella from the rearview mirror, “Airport bug.”

“Airport?”

“Yeah,” Chloe grins cheekily, “We’re picking up Auntie Beca.”

“Really?” Bella asks, her eyes lighting up.

Chloe nods before taking a right. “Yep! She’s staying with us for the weekend.”

Bella claps her hands excitedly, “The whole weekend?”

Chloe giggles at her daughter’s enthusiasm. “Yeah, the whoooollee weekend.”

Seeing the airport come into view, she can’t help but let out a huge smile. It’s been too long since she’s seen any of her friends. Aubrey does her best to stay in contact with her, but with running the retreat, her time varies. Yet Chloe is still grateful for the video calls they have, even if it’s only once a week.

Pulling into the visitor parking space, Chloe whips out her phone to check the time and see where Beca’s flights at. They have about 25 minutes to spare before it lands so she glances back to Bella,

“Wanna go in and grab an ice cream before we see Auntie Beca?”

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Chloe watches Bella in amusement as she tries to stop the ice cream from melting down the cone. “Need help?” She asks, taking a spoonful of her own. She opted for a small tub instead.

Huffing Bella licks at the ice cream, “No I got this.” The vanilla sweetness has dripped onto her hand and Chloe grimaces slightly at the mess. She grabs a napkin and just as she’s about to clean Bella’s hand, the young girl is bouncing out of her seat.

“Bella come back!” Chloe panics, reaching for her but she’s cut off by her squeals of excitement.

“AUNTIE BECA!”

The older woman whips her head around to see Bella run towards one Beca Mitchell.

Producer Beca Mitchell, as she goes by these days.

But to Chloe it’s just her Beca.

The producer all but sets her bag on to the floor before small arms wrap around her waist. “Hey bug!” She greets the younger girl, hugging her tightly. “I missed you so much.” She rocks them back and forth, Bella giggling as she does.

“I missed you too!” Bella says, her face pressed against her waist. Pulling back, Beca shuffles her hair, laughing as the girl protests. The younger girl impatiently waits for Beca to lift her bag before grabbing her hand and tugging her towards her mom.

“Momma, Beca’s here!” Bella happily claims, not caring about the bystanders looking at them.

Chloe smiles as she watches on, standing to meet them. “Hey.” She greets once Beca is in front of her. She grimaces as she sees the vanilla ice cream from Bellas’s hand on her shirt. “I’m sorry about that,” she gestures to her clothes, noting the outfit the woman has on, a leather jacket over a navy and green flannel. Classic Beca.

“Hi,” Beca smirks, “Don’t worry about it,” she says dropping her bag once again. Chloe invades her personal space and wraps her arms around her. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers, her head leaning into the curve of the brunette’s neck.

She feels home. It’s been so long since she saw Beca. Been so long she had one of her hugs. She missed this physically touch. Back in Barden, Beca had been iffy on it at first, but overtime grew to initiate it herself. Chloe even has a sneaky suspicion that she loves it just as much as she does.

“I missed you too.” Beca lets out a breath, her grip tightening around the redhead. Pulling back slightly, she locks eyes with her best friend, “Let’s get out of here Beale,” She chuckles. “You know I hate airports.”

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Later that evening, the three of them are sitting around Chloe’s small circular dining table. She had insisted on making dinner, but Beca shushed her and said she could tell she was tired and instructed her to sit down.

So instead, Chloe got to watch as Beca and Bella worked their way around the kitchen in an attempt to make spaghetti bolognese. Chloe had to confess it was nice getting to relax for the first time in what felt like forever.

But she also had to admit.

That their attempt at cooking was pitiful.

Beca was never the culinary genius, unless it was instant noodles, but she didn’t realize it had gotten this bad. So, Chloe couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her mouth, as she watched Beca struggle to strain the spaghetti.

“Beale I can hear you laughing!”

“I’m sorry. Are you sure you don’t want help?”

“No, you sit your ass down ma’am.”

“Okay, okay!”

“Bella tell your mom we have this under control.”

In the end, Beca and Bella admitted defeat as the spaghetti was overcooked and became mushy. So, they opted to order pizza instead.

Taking a slice, Beca shrugs, “I think we made a fair attempt.” She says glancing towards Bella who was sitting to her right.

Bella nods, munching away. Chloe’s eyes flicker between them, an amused smirk in place.

“I think you did great.” She giggles, dipping a fry into ketchup. Beca gives her a pointed stare. “Umm excuse you.” Her façade breaking quickly as she breaks into a smirk. She reaches over and steals some of Chloe’s fries before she can stop her. “Hey!” The redhead protests.

“You snooze you lose, Beale.” She cheekily grins, popping the fries into her mouth proudly.

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Soon after dinner, Bella was feeling sleepy, so Chloe tucked her into bed.

“Auntie Beca is fun,” Bella says tiredly as Chloe pulls the sheets over her. Nodding, Chloe leans down to give her a kiss on the forehead. “Yeah, she is.”

“I wish Dad was here,” Bella tells Chloe just as she pulls away.

“I know bug,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “Hopefully he’ll see you soon, okay?”

Watching as Bella nods, she switches on the small nightlight that sits on top of the desk beside the bed before making her way towards the hallway, “Sweet dreams.”

Quietly closing the door behind her, Chloe leans her head against the door and sighs. God damn Tom.

Shaking her head she makes her way back towards the kitchen where she finds Beca cleaning up the dining table.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that Bec,” she says coming over beside her, reaching out to take the pizza boxes from her hands.

“I want to.” Beca explains, quietly adding, “You do enough Chlo.”

“Do I?” The words fall from Chloe’s mouth before she can stop them. She quickly turns to shove the boxes into the trash can.

“Chloe,” She feels a soft touch, “Are you okay?” Beca asks concerned, her hand running soothingly along her lower back.

Chloe hums, with an unconvincing nod. “Yeah of course.” She turns to face Beca, but her eyes betray her, as they begin to well up.

Beca’s hands move to Chloe’s arms. “Hey, tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Chloe shakes her head, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Beca asks.

“I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” Chloe breaks eye contact.

“You haven’t ruined anything.” Beca explains delicately. “I’m here for you Chlo.” She says before gently easing her into a warm hug. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”

Chloe melts into her. She grips onto Beca, and lets the tears fall from her eyes. “I’m just so tired, Bec.” She says, it’s muffled slightly by Beca’s shoulder, but she hears it.

Beca stands there with her for what feels like an eternity but doesn’t pull away. She knows this is what Chloe needs. This reassurance. A reminder she’s not alone.

It’s when Chloe shuffles back when she looks at her.

“Thank you,” The redhead says, gratefully.

“Anytime Beale.” Beca replies, with a gentle wink. A small smile teases its way onto Chloe’s face. She steps back and lets out a breath, “I’m gonna go get some air.”

Beca nods, leaning against the table. “Okay.”

“Join me?” Chloe asks softly.

“I’ll meet you out there,” Beca assures.

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Chloe slots onto the rocking chair that sits on her front porch. There’s a crisp coldness in the air that has her wrapping herself closer into her jacket. She fishes out a packet of cigarettes from her pocket, a bad habit she knows, but she’s working on it.

She lights up one and takes a long puff. She holds the exhale as she closes her eyes and takes in the sounds surrounding her. The trees whistling, the faint cars in the distant and the nearby river.

She’s so caught up in her own world that she doesn’t hear the door creak open as Beca arrives.

She jumps as something solid is tapped against her.

“Oh!” Chloe embarrassingly looks at her. Beca is holding out a beer towards her. Taking it, she chuckles, “Thank you.”

Shrugging Beca slips in beside her, making the chair to rock slightly. Reaching over for the cigarette. “You seem like you need it.” She says taking a sip.

“I haven’t had a drink in ages,” Chloe replies handing her the cigarette. “Haven’t had the time.”

Taking a puff, Beca smirks, “Well, we’ll make time,” she says swaying into her, bumping their shoulders.

“Honestly, I’m surprised Bella has gone to bed so early.” Chloe states, taking a sip, “She’s usually up all night.”

“Maybe I’m a good omen,” Beca laughs, flicking the cigarette butt away.

Chloe raises an eyebrow and looks at her, “Don’t be so full of yourself Mitchell,” she giggles. “It was just the long day we had.”

Beca holds a hand to her heart dramatically, “No need for the spiciness lady,” she says, “and just when I was comforting you too.” She chuckles taking a drink.

The pair fall into a comfortable silence, sipping on their beers. Beca slowly rocks the chair back and forth, as she looks out into the nighttime in front of them.

“Thank you for that,” Chloe breaks the silence.

“You don’t need to thank me, Chlo.” Beca says.

“I know, but I want to.” She says, fiddling with the label on the beer.

Smiling Beca leans into her, “Well then you’re welcome.” Taking another drink, she asks more seriously. “Do you wanna talk about what’s going on?”

Chloe shifts in her seat. Running a hand through her hair she stares at the trees, “It’s Tom.” She speaks. “We’ve been arguing a lot this past while,” she begins. “I know we’re not together anymore, but I thought we’d at least still be civil. But I don’t know…” She pauses. “It started off as small disagreements, but it’s grown into bigger things and now it feels like we barely have a normal conversation anymore. It’s just always arguments. Which I hate because he’s the father of our child,” She rubs her nose, sniffing. “He told me recently he won’t be back home for Christmas.” Shaking her head she continues, “I know that work is tough, but it feels like he isn’t even trying you know?”

Beca nods, listening.

“It feels like he prioritizes his work life more than his daughter. Bella made him a welcome home sign for Christmas,” She huffs out a laugh, “She misses him so much Bec. She’s always asking when Daddy will be home, and I don’t know what to tell her.” Her head falls into her hands. “It feels like he only visits maybe once or twice a year now.” She sighs, lifting her head, her eyes welling up, “It’s really hard raising a child on your own.”

Chloe looks to Beca defeated. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough. I love Bella with all my heart, and I know she loves me too. But I know she needs her dad.” She explains. “And Tom, he’s a great dad. When he’s here. But… But I’ve been doing everything on my own and it’s exhausting.”  Her lips tremble as she rambles, and Beca’s heart goes out for her, so she pulls her into her side.

“You should have told me sooner Chlo,” She mutters into her hair, planting a kiss there.

“That wouldn’t be fair on you,” Chloe sniffles, “You’re busy with work and being a producer and I wouldn’t want to worry you.” She explains before sitting up.

Beca shakes her head, “You’re worth worrying about Chloe.” She says sincerely.

And Chloe can’t help the emotions that develop. Can’t help the tear that falls from her eyes. Beca on impulse reaches up to brush it away. Her hand lingering on the redhead’s cheek, “I mean it.”   

Chloe leans into her touch, closing her eyes. “I don’t deserve you.”

Closing the distance between them, Beca leans in to rest her forehead against Chloe’s.

“Yeah, I’m pretty awesome,” She teases, trying to shift the mood. It works as she feels Chloe shake with quiet laughter.

“You’re a weirdo Mitchell.” She says, shifting to lay a soft peck on Beca’s cheek, lingering slightly. “But I love you.”

Chloe declares they need more beers, so she makes her way indoors leaving Beca on the rocking chair alone.

The brunette reaches up to feel the spot the redhead had kissed. Her cheek feeling warm and tingly as her fingers trace it.

She’s broken from her trance as her phone buzzes with an email notification. It’s a message from her boss asking if she can make it to the studio on Monday to meet with an upcoming artist. She holds off on replying for now.

The door creaks open as Chloe makes her way out with a few more beers and a blanket. She sees Beca’s furrowed brows and slips down beside her.

“Everything okay?”

Pocketing her phone, Beca turns to her taking the newest beer, “Yeah, just work stuff.” She eyes the blanket, reaching out for it. “You goddess, you brought warmth. I’m freezing my tits off out here.” She exclaims, wrapping it around her and sighing in content.

“Hey!” Chloe bursts. “Scootch your cute butt Mitchell.” She wriggles her way under the blanket leaving her shoulder to shoulder with Beca. Making sure it’s wrapped around them both, Chloe snuggles in closer, using Beca’s body heat to provide more warmth before taking a sip of her beer. “I’ve missed this.”

“What… freezing outside?” Beca retorts, yelping when Chloe pinches her side.

“No,” The redhead tuts. “This,” She gestures between them. “You. Us.”

“Us?” Beca raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Chloe bobs her head, “I miss us.” She repeats, leaning her head on Beca’s shoulder.

And Beca nods because she understands. She’s missed this too. New York is fun, but she always feels like something is missing. As if she had ninety-nine percent of the puzzle complete but couldn’t grasp that final piece.  

Leaning into her, she lets her head rest atop of Chloe’s, her silent way of agreeing.  

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After a while, they decided to call it a night as it was getting late. And made their way inside.

“Sorry for not having a guest room,” Chloe says, shuffling out of her jacket. Tossing it over the back of the couch as she slips her shoes off.

“Beale, you know I don’t mind,” Beca says.

“I know, I just feel bad for making you take the couch,” She explains. Her eyes then light up, “Wait, you can share the bed with me! Tom’s not here anymore so it doesn’t matter,” She rambles, adorably Beca thinks.

“How cliché,” the brunette deadpans, rolling her eyes fondly. She smiles though because besides the emotional conversation earlier, it’s one of the times she’s seen the real Chloe. “But if you insist.” She jokingly teases.

“Mitchell, incase you forgot,” She holds out a threatening finger at her, “we shared a bed for 3 years.” Chloe reminds, reminiscing on their New York days with Amy.  

“Oh, how could I forget? The lack of personal space is hard to shake off.” Beca retorts, enjoying the banter.

Slightly tipsy and giddy from the beer, Chloe rounds up on Beca, “How dare you.” She states. “You loved it.”

Hands in the air, Beca smirks, “I’m neither agreeing nor disagreeing.”

Chloe laughs, yanking her hands back down to her sides, “Whatever you say.”  And she turns to walk away, but yelps when Beca pinches her sides. She glares at the girl, but only finds her chuckling.

“You’re tipsy Miss Mitchell.”

“So are you, Miss Beale.”

“I guess this is old age, huh.” Beca states, “And we’re only in our 30’s. Don’t tell me it gets worse from this point.”

“Oh, it so definitely does.” As she wanders towards the bedroom, she misses the fond gaze from Beca as she watches.  

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Trees bristle and early morning birds whistle their way into Chloe’s slumber. She has a faint smile on her lips as she once again dreams about her days as a Barden Bella.

This time, it’s when they won the Worlds.

When they beat DSM to prove their worthiness. She remembers Fat Amy picking Beca up and spinning them around on stage once it was announced. Remembers glancing over to Aubrey standing alongside the legacy of Barden Bellas, looking proud as ever. She sighs contently into her pillow, shuffling back into the warmth enveloping her.

It’s only when the warmth moves that she realizes it isn’t from the sheets but rather from Beca.

There’s a hand draped lightly across her waist and a leg hooked over hers.

Chloe allows herself to melt into the moment. And runs her hand along Beca’s, intertwining their fingers and in doing so makes the brunette pull her closer.

Judging by the girls breathing pattern, Chloe knows she’s awake. “Morning,” she whispers.

“G’morning,” Beca mumbles, nuzzling closer into the back of Chloe’s neck.

“Comfy there?” Chloe asks, grinning.

“Yeah,” Beca replies, “Let’s just stay like this.”

And Chloe doesn’t argue. It’s reminiscent of their days in New York. And she smiles thinking about how things haven’t changed. They would routinely wake up like this each morning. Chloe would say they’d need to get ready for work, but Beca would only grumble and snuggle in closer, making the redhead laugh.

“We should probably get up soon,” Chloe says, glancing at the alarm clock on her desk. “Bella is due to invade any moment now,” She giggles.

“We’ll worry about that when the time comes,” Beca replies.

“So, I was thinking,” Chloe shifts around after a few moments, so she’s facing Beca.

The brunette sleepily nods, her eyes shut as she dozes off “Yeah?”

“There’s a county fair happening today that I was hoping to bring Bella too, if you’d like to join.”

Beca drowsily runs her hand along Chloe’s back, smiling, “Yeah I’d love that.”

The redhead sheepishly grins and reaches up to brush the hair out of Beca’s face, the woman’s eyes fluttering open at the touch. And for a moment, time halts as they gaze at one another. Chloe’s hand framing Beca’s face, and Beca’s hand perching on her waist.

Chloe’s breath hitches as she hadn’t grasped the closeness of their proximity until this moment.

Foreheads barely touching. Their noses inches apart. Their lips so close, they could feel each other’s breath.

Without warning Chloe’s eyes unconsciously drift down towards Beca’s.

And she thinks she catches Beca doing the same.

Her tongue slips out to wet her bottom lip before she finds herself leaning in. She feels Beca’s slightly hover against hers and Chloe’s heart pounds as she slips her eyes shut.

“Beca,” She whispers.

“It’s okay,” Replies the brunette just before they close the gap.

Chloe feels butterflies erupt in her stomach. It’s simply a peck, a light kiss... but it feels so much more than that. Part of her wants to pull away, to climb out of this, but the other part says to push closer, to let herself fall.  

She finds herself listening to the latter as her hand warms its way into Beca’s hair, pulling her in. Her lips linger against Beca’s before she leans back in for another. This kiss stronger, more desperate, as she clings to the brunette.   

Beca’s hand comes up to frame Chloe’s face as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue teasing Chloe’s lips waiting for access. A muffled moan comes from the redhead as she lets Beca in. And Beca sighs in content as she realizes… This was the final piece of the puzzle.

When they part, both their hearts are pounding and Beca’s face is slightly flushed. Chloe breathless, lightens the grip on the girl, “I’m sorry.”

Beca shakes her head, amused, “Why are you apologizing.”

“I don’t know, I just feel like we shouldn’t have done-” Chloe’s ramble is cut short by Beca’s finger on her lips, shushing her.

“Don’t overthink Beale.”

Chloe is about to reply, but before she can, the door opens and in comes Bella, all full of energy as she pounces on the bed between them, completely oblivious to the moment they just shared.

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A/N: Pheeewww that’s the first part of this done for now. I have the rest mapped out, so if you enjoyed this, please let me know! And I’ll begin working on part 2 asap. Take care!