A/N: So here it is folks, the end of the line.

I have crazy amounts of love for you all. This is the most successful fic I've posted so far and that's all down to you lot being the most supportive group of people on the internet. I was originally only intending this fic to last a few chapters but the response I got from you all inspired me to continue, and I'm so glad I did. So thank you!

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.

Katherine: Want to meet me for coffee tomorrow? Got some exciting news! x

Beca picked up her phone and read her message.

"Can I meet Katherine for coffee tomorrow?" Beca asked the redhead whose head was resting on her stomach as they lay in bed.

"You don't have to ask," Chloe said, not looking up from her book. "But yes, you can." Beca laughed and kissed her on the top of her head.

Beca: Sure. Same time, same place? x

"In two weeks, we'll be married," Beca said, setting her phone down and getting back to running her hand through Chloe's hair. She closed her book. "Crazy."

"Now, I don't mean to nag, but you have your dress sorted, right?" Chloe asked, looking up at her.

"Yeah, about that. I was thinking maybe not wearing a dress, but wearing jeans and t-shirt instead. Or just, going in my birthday suit," Beca said, grinning. Chloe picked her book back up.

"Don't make me divorce you before we're even married," she said, trying to hide that the corners of her mouth were twitching into a smile. "Plus, you'll be wearing your birthday suit for the entirety of the honeymoon."

"Oh I will, will I?" Beca said, eyebrows raised.

"Well if I am, it's only fair you do too," she smirked.

"Yeah, that's fair," Beca said, taking Chloe's book from her hand and putting it on the bedside table.

"Beca, wh-" Chloe was cut short by Beca's lips pressing against hers. In a few seconds, Beca had moved so she was straddling the redhead. "What about our no sex before the wedding pact?" Chloe asked, her voice a little strangled.

"We clearly weren't thinking straight when we made that pact," she mumbled, closing the gap between them again.

"Yeah," Chloe agreed. "Screw the pact."

"Don't screw the pact," Beca said, "screw me."

"That was lame," Chloe giggled, their faces barely an inch apart. "You're lucky you're hot."

The next afternoon, Beca arrived at the coffee place to find a pregnant Katherine sitting in a booth, a black coffee sitting in front of the space intended for Beca.

"Thanks," Beca said, bringing the cup to her lips. "You're so pregnant, dude."

"Tell me about it," Katherine said, shifting in her seat, "I feel like I'm doubling in size every morning. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get to experience this joy one day," she added, sarcastically.

"No way, man. It's already been discussed and Chloe is the one who'll be carrying the kids. There's no chance I'm passing my genes on," Beca said, laughing. "So, what's the big news?" Katherine placed her left hand on the table and Beca saw the sparkle of an engagement ring. "Dude! That's awesome!" She said. "It's about damn time, man."

"I know, right?! I think after he realised how long we'd been together he just manned up and did it," Katherine said, grinning.

"Well, I hope I get an invite," Beca said, smiling at how happy Katherine was.

"Of course you will," Katherine said, rolling her eyes. "On the subject of invites, you got mine and Adam's RSVP right?" Beca nodded, taking another sip of coffee. "You nervous yet?"

"A little," Beca said. "Not too much."

"Are you ready?" Jesse asked, standing beside a very nervous Beca. She gulped and nodded, wiping her clammy hands on her beautiful, sleeveless, white dress. "On your dress, dude?" He said with a laugh.

"Shut up," she muttered, smiling slightly. They heard the music start.

"Let's do this," Jesse said, holding out his arm. Beca linked hers with his and they walked through a door. Rows of people stood and smiled as Jesse walked Beca down the aisle. She made eye contact with Katherine who gave her a thumbs up. They reached the front and a few seconds later, Jesse gave her a nudge. She turned and saw Chloe being walked down the aisle by her redheaded parents. She felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Wow," she whispered. Chloe was radiant. She was glowing. She was, "wow." Beca repeated. It seemed to take an eternity for Chloe to reach them, but when she did she saw her own love and adoration reflected in Chloe's eyes. "You look amazing," Beca said, taking Chloe's hands in hers. This was the first time they had seen each other in their dresses.

"So do you," Chloe said, her eyes already full of tears. Aubrey and Jesse, the maid of honour and best-man, stepped away from the pair as the minister began his service. The girls couldn't take their eyes off each other as he spoke.

"Beca, would you like to read your vows first?" He asked.

"Okay," Beca said, clearing her throat. "Chloe, I'm no good with words. I spent hours trying to find the words to tell you how amazing you are. But I can't find words special enough. You're the single greatest thing that's ever happened to me, and without you I wouldn't even be here. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I love you too," Chloe choked out. "I'm supposed to be good with words. I can construct universes with words. I can create people and lives and stories. But you're right when you say there are no words special enough. When you left when we were seventeen, I thought I'd never be truly happy again. I thought I'd have to settle for contentment. Then that night I heard you singing in that bar, I turned to Aubrey and I said 'I'm going to marry that girl.' Well, two years later, and I married that girl."

"Beca Mitchell, do you take this woman?" The minister said.

"I do," Beca replied.

"And Chloe Beale, do you take this woman?"

"I do," Chloe said.

"Then I now pronounce you spouses for life. You may now kiss your wife." They wrapped their arms around each other and brought their lips together.

Around an hour later and Beca and Chloe were standing on the dance floor at their wedding reception. Cold Play's 'Yellow' was playing as they shared their first dance. Beca's hands were resting on Chloe's waist, the redhead's arms draped over her shoulders, their foreheads pressed together.

"I feel like everyone's watching us," Beca whispered.

"That's because they are. We just got married, Becs," Chloe said, laughing.

"I guess. Couldn't they just talk among themselves for five?" Beca said.

"And why would you want them to do that?" Chloe asked, still smirking.

"So they don't have to see me do this," Beca said, bringing their lips together again.

"Let them watch," Chloe whispered, her lips ghosting over Beca's ear.

"Mrs. Mitchell, you dirty bird," Beca said, laughing.

"Mrs. Mitchell," Chloe said with a smile. "I like it."

A few hours later and Beca was sitting at a table with Chloe, neither of them saying anything. She watched the small gathering of people. She saw Jesse dancing with his girlfriend, Lisa the English teacher, and she silently thanked him. Without him, she probably would have died on that bench all those years ago. Without him, she wouldn't have found music, which lead her back to Chloe. Without him, she would never have ended up in the psych hospital.

Her eyes then fell on Katherine, who was sitting beside her now fiancé, Adam. His hand resting on her pregnant stomach. Beca then said her silent thank you to her. Katherine was no longer her therapist, but her good friend. Without her, Beca wouldn't have understood that she was ill, and that the illness wasn't her fault. Without her, Beca wouldn't have taken her meds, or had someone other than Chloe that she could truly be honest with. And without her, she wouldn't have had the courage to finally come off those meds.

And finally, Beca turned to Chloe.

"Thank you, " she said, brushing a strand of Chloe's hair out of her face. This time, Chloe didn't ask what for, she simply stood and pulled Beca to her feet.

"Thank you," Chloe repeated, kissing her wife again.