Oh god! We're here! I can't believe how quickly we got here!

Epilogue

Beca let out a small groan into the gray morning sun, rolling over and yawning into the mattress. She had no idea why she was awake - she shouldn't be awake - she couldn't be - she refused to be. She was so fucking tired. Her brain was foggy, too foggy to even process her own name. She couldn't be awake. It was a cruel joke, right? God, she couldn't even remember when she had last gotten a full night sleep. Sometime around February maybe? She was going to start seeing things soon, little green men or maybe just giant black blotches of fuzz in her vision. She had never been good with no sleep, though, god, she was better than Chloe. College crunching had been hard on both of them but Beca had definitely been the one who had been able to handle it. Once Chloe had decided to graduate she had been forced to do a lot of work in such a short time that it had brought on panicked nightmares which had always pushed Chloe into her bed - or into absolute meltdown.

Beca could survive without sleep.

It didn't mean she wanted to.

She yawned again and yanked open her eyes, fighting through the haze and was thoroughly rewarded for doing so. She had opened her eyes and looked straight into those tiny silver ones, long eyelashes fluttering.

That's right.

Suddenly she really didn't care that she was tired.

Like.

At all.

She just smiled as she looked back, excitement bubbling so bright she had to bite her lip. They said that her eyes would lighten as she got older, probably into blue. Like Chloe's. Well, one of Chloe's many eye colors since they seemed to change based on what she was wearing - or mood - or - she didn't know, general Chloe magic. Sometimes her eyes were greenish, sometimes piercingly blue, and sometimes silver - just like Willa.

God, this little girl was already a heartthrob; she couldn't imagine what she would look like with ice blue eyes.

She watched as the tiny face screwed up, saw her tiny hands trying to move in her swaddle blanket, her little feet trying to kick; all of it was the precursors to when she would open her mouth and let out a very unladylike yowl. For something the size of a loaf of bread, she could really holler. Beca blinked a few times, trying to get her lids to unstick and, just like every morning, she rolled over onto her back, pulling the fussy baby onto her chest. The little girl's head instantly fell to the side, calming for a second as Beca ran smooth circles over her small back. The infant let out a little shuddering sigh that rocked her whole body, making little throaty coos, and the corner of one side of Beca's lip twitched up.

This was the best part of the day.

Yeah, she could barely think, just - she didn't really need to.

She softly patted the little pampered butt, just hard enough to make the baby bob up and down the way she liked, watching closely to see which one of them would win. Would she get her to go back to sleep for another half an hour or was it time to wake Chloe?

Beca glanced over to the woman next to her and the little twitch turned into a smile in full bloom. Chloe was still soundly asleep. If Beca thought she was tired then she could only imagine being the only source of food for this little wonder. Chloe's hair was tied back, but just enough was loose to flop over her face as she slept on, her back slowly rising and falling.

Then Willa gave a little hitch, her whole body contracting for a second as though someone had made a very loud noise and she began to root, burying her face into Beca's shirt, growing fussy when she could not find what she was searching for. "Sorry kid, I don't have what you're wanting."

She pulled herself up into a sitting position, trying to soothe the inevitable crying. Despite the fact that she was - exhausted wasn't even the word - she tried to sooth her as she always did when she was the first to wake, to give the sleeping woman beside her a few more minutes. The change of position helped, Willa gave another huge sigh as she was placed on Beca's thighs, Beca rubbing circles into her tiny belly, careful for the little nub of cord that was so close to falling off.

Chloe was up every two hours like clockwork but she tried so hard not to wake Beca in the night. She had started by immediately taking Willa from the room and nursing in the downstairs rocking chair. It hadn't really been a solution though because every time that Beca woke and saw she was alone she, sleep deprived and groggy, had gone tearing down the stairs to see what had happened. The third time this happened Beca had nearly upended on the stairs and Chloe had given that plan up. Now she just did her best to stay quiet despite that, Beca woke for most feedings.

Beca didn't mind. She liked the conversations that she and Chloe had in the night, resting in bed, side by side as Willa nursed. She liked watching the tranquility that always came over Chloe's face. She found that she liked the gentle sucking rhythm of Willa's mouth, liked watching as she went from wake and aware to slowly unconscious again.

Willa gave a small, unhappy coo, pulling her back to her present. When the baby began to move again she put her back onto her chest, bouncing, patting her butt, humming a low steady tone in her chest like Willa liked, she even gave her the binky that was lost in the covers but finally Willa would have no more of it and, tiny face scrunching up, she gave a loud cry.

"Shhhh," Beca hummed.

It took Chloe a second but suddenly she whipped around, disoriented and nearly falling over but instantly panicked that Willa was crying.

"She's fine, she's fine," Beca said, anticipating her worry.

Chloe's face stayed wide eyed and panicked for a second until her brain to register and she nodded, rubbing at her eyes.

"Good morning." Beca grinned.

"Gdmmmrning." Looking a bit haggard, Chloe pulled herself up, again nearly tipping sideways and after a second of yawning and blinking, she took the little bundle. Chloe's head fell back against the headboard as Willa nursed before she jerked herself awake. "Sorry. What are you all smiles about?" Chloe asked as she fed her, but even in asking Chloe started to smile too. Smiling was just an inevitable part of life now.

"We have company today, remember?" Beca grinned.

"Oh yeah." Chloe smiled wider and then it dropped like a stone, "Oh god, but that means that my parents get here in a few days, doesn't it?"

Beca laughed, softly running her fingers over Willa's hair, "Time has no meaning these days."

"At least not outside of the condo." Chloe amended.

"True." Beca laughed and, leaning over, kissed Chloe's neck, enjoying the little happy purr that came from her.

"What time does Aubrey get in?"

"Ten, I think." Beca said, pulling her ratty hair back and frowning at its grossness, "She's going to take an Uber and pick up Emily."

"Oh, thank god."

Beca teasingly scoffed, "I gots you, baby."

Chloe laughed but her head was against the headboard and her eyes were slowly but surely closing again. Beca watched it happen, amused. She was never sure which one of them was more likely to fall asleep randomly these days, Willa or Chloe. Soon both were deeply asleep, sitting upright and looking kind of uncomfortable so Beca, very carefully, took the baby and burped her, walking back and forth as she always did. Then, when the little girl's stomach was soft and no longer distended, she settled her back into the co-sleeper.

Willa took a deep breath, her lips puckering for a moment and then settled in.

She wanted to stay awake, it was smarter since people were coming - the place was kind of a mess- there were things to do but it was impossible.

She sat down in her place, leaned over and gave Chloe a kiss that was returned just barely through her sleep and then fell on her face - out in a second.

It was always kind of an up by mutual agreement thing these days. When you were awake every two hours it was really easy to let your days and nights get blurred and so they tended, over the last two weeks, to stay in bed until they agreed that it was getting ridiculous and they should get up now. Even though half of the time 'up' meant on the couch, working their way through TV shows, dozing, chatting; living the same routine they did at night - only during the day this time.

Honestly, Beca was better at night, able to wake if she needed to, able to force herself to function but Chloe was exponentially better at being awake during the daytime.

Beca was barely up, her hair was a rat's nest, her clothes were baggy but there was Chloe in the living room doing her yoga as though she hadn't just given birth to a baby fifteen days ago and had even less sleep than Beca. "Dude, I can't even remember my own name right now."

Again, not that she was complaining. Especially not right now. Chloe used the pump every day throughout the day for one main reason only, that way every morning just before Willa was put in her crib and every night before Willa was put into the co-sleeper, Beca could take a minute and give her a bottle.

It was her favorite. It seemed to be Chloe's favorite too. She gave them space in the morning but at night she sat beside Beca watching them with hungry, instantly happy eyes. Maybe it was because Beca always just totally lost herself in those moments, she didn't know but Chloe seemed to love watching her do it more than Beca loved doing it herself. Once it had even led to a pretty intense make out session that only ended when both had fallen asleep, Chloe stretched out on top of her.

She loved Chloe's response more than she would ever admit.

She groaned again, taking the bottle to the sanitizer, having just settled Willa into the mini crib and trudged downstairs to find Chloe mid yoga. She had meant to just sit down on the couch but apparently, her eyes had been closed without her realizing it because her shins hit the arm and she toppled face first - giving in and just staying there because fuck it, comfortable.

"This is how I keep my energy up," Chloe said in a chipper voice, stretching her leg above her head as best she could.

"I miss smoking."

Chloe gave a dry laugh, "You know, I think that's the first time you've mentioned that to me."

Beca just grumbled into the cushion, "I have a witty and sarcastic comment for that, I swear I do."

"I can see that." Chloe laughed.

Okay, Bec, up you go.

She groaned and pulled herself up, wrenching her eyes open.

Thaaaat's it. Good job.

"Hi." Chloe beamed.

Beca just moaned and smiled.

Aubrey and Emily would be there in a few hours. She was so excited to see them both. She had missed Emily and she was stoked for Aubrey to finally get her uptight ass here.

Plus, they were going to make them breakfast, thank god, and then they were going to relax.

Beca stood and grabbed the half full french press, chugged another cup of cold coffee and went over to kiss Chloe's face, "You're insane. Here." She put the monitor beside her, "I'm going to get into the shower."

Chloe looked over and let out a little pigeon sound, looking at the sleeping baby on the screen. "She's pretty damn cute, right?"

"Might be the cutest," Beca called over her shoulder as she started out of the room.

So far this was awesome. She didn't know how but this little eating, sleeping, pooping thing was kind of great. Somehow, she had a personality. She was fun. She was exhausting and so far Beca had already cried - twice actually - because she didn't know how to calm her down.

But it was so fucking cool.

Chloe's baby was kind of the shit.

And oh my god, she was cute.

And the only thing in her world that topped her was Chloe – her personal favorite. Chloe who was taking to this so well, who was so patient and full of laughter and joy. Chloe who seemed like she couldn't ask for anything more from life and would be happy for it to stay exactly like it was. Chloe; her very own personal ball of sunshine.

The water felt great on Beca's skin, refreshing and she felt herself wake a little more. It wasn't that there was no time for showers these days, because there was - Beca could easily slip away for a few minutes and take one and, after a few days, Beca had felt semi-confident enough to let Chloe do the same. It was more that there were other things they were doing instead.

No, not that, though she looked forward to doing that again, but they often found that though Willa had fallen asleep, whomever she had fallen asleep on - just stayed, or that they started chatting and watching her sleep and happily missed their opportunity.

Maybe they hadn't quite gotten the hang of all of this yet.

She heard the shower door open and close and grinned under the water stream. "She asleep?"

"Um-hmm."

She could feel Chloe's smile as she kissed her neck and reached for the soap, running it over Beca's back, washing it before she scooted Beca out of the way and did her own shampooing while Beca conditioned her own hair.

"You seem so excited."

Beca knew she had been grinning and felt herself blush a little, "I am. Is it weird that I am?"

"Nope." Chloe grinned, her face scrunching as she admitted, "I want to show her off too."

"She's just so freaking awesome!" Beca laughed.

"Well, I can't argue with that. Hand me the soap, please?"

Beca did, enjoying the wink she was given. She loved these showers. She loved the sexy ones too but she loved this type as well, just showering together because they could.

They got out and dressed, both admitting a little sheepishly that it was kind of nice to be fully dressed for once instead of running around in underwear or in pajamas.

"Maybe we need to make an effort to do that more," Chloe said a little guilty as she began to defuse her curls.

Beca just shrugged.

Once their hair was done, neither bothering with makeup, they both tiptoed into the spare room to check on the sleeping baby. They should have left her alone, they both knew that. They should have taken the time to clean up a little or just sit with a cup of coffee or take a nap. But they couldn't help it. They both were so bad at leaving her alone.

It turned out the newborn wasn't sleeping at all. She wasn't crying but instead she was just lying there, her neck craning, her face rotating through a thousand expressions that she couldn't control yet.

"Hello, my beautiful girl," Chloe cooed as Beca went to the little dresser and worked her way through the freaking tiny clothes there, debating what to put her in for the day. She settled on something easy, a white long sleeved onesie and a pair of baby pink pants. It didn't really matter, she would be wrapped in a blanket anyway but she kind of loved the choices. Finally, she pulled out a little flower headband and they slipped it on her.

Beca sighed as they started downstairs, both babbling about the cuteness of the little face and talking nonsensically in a strange alien voice to the baby.

In a few days she was going to have to leave Chloe to her own devices during the day and go back to work - but now she was taking - not maternity leave but - a break - for a week or two - or three - or four - to stay home - with Chloe - and Willa. Both of who were here - at the condo - who had come here because it was a little closer and pretty much hadn't left - yet. Which was great. They were starting to need a few of the things Chloe had at her apartment but Beca hoped when she decided to go that Beca would just go with them.

She wondered yet again if she could convince both her clients and P.J. to give her some more time if she finally allowed them to come over and meet the baby. Though, maybe it would be smarter to bring her into Grasshopper.

Maybe eventually.

Not yet.

In truth they hadn't done a lot of leaving since she had been born, ordering their groceries in.

Maybe Grasshopper could be their first stop. It was easy.

But...not yet. It was too early for people.

Both she and Chloe had been all about having company before the baby was born, assuming the Bellas would show up within twenty-four hours and they would celebrate. It became abundantly clear within a day of being home, however, that they needed to put those plans on hold. It had been - overwhelming. Everything had been harder, getting up and going to the bathroom, watching TV, cooking; everything had been a bit more daunting, especially because both had a hard time putting the little girl down. Each time they had tried one had given in minutes later, insisting that they needed to pick her up for this reason or for that reason.

And surprisingly everyone had understood - some a little more gracious about it than others...namely Marcy and Nick Cavanaugh. Beca had been fuming when she had intercepted a call, taking the phone and insisting that if Marcy showed up against their wishes that Beca just simply wouldn't let her in. Thankfully Marcy had been thoroughly distracted by Jenny going into labor two days after Chloe and Willa had been released from the hospital.

Now though, they both were excited; and though they weren't saying it outright, Beca knew they were both glad that their first visitors were going to be their closest friends. Yeah, Chloe's parents were coming a few days later and then the whole Cavanaugh troop a few days after that but that couldn't be avoided much longer.

Though it was 75+ outside they bundled Willa tightly before heading out to sit under the shade of the minibar. Chloe hadn't exactly read anywhere that she should take the baby outside at least once a day but still, Chloe did it, her natural hippie side insisting that Willa needed fresh air, already excited for when she could start doing yoga with the infant in the spring sun.

Beca didn't mind.

"Do you think we should be planning anything for them while they're here?" Chloe asked behind her sunglasses, giving a long yawn.

"They better not be expecting anything because I think they are gonna be disappointed."

Chloe laughed, "I guess that's true."

They fell into silence for a few minutes, Beca glancing at Chloe and Chloe, understanding fully, glaring back.

"Oh come on!" Beca finally hissed, not wanting to take the sleeping baby but ready to if she needed.

"Nope!"

"Giiimmie!"

"Nope!"

"She likes me better." Beca said with a cheesy grin.

"Uh-ugh, she's not allowed to like you better. I was her first apartment."

"Chlooooooeeee!"

"Oh my god, who is the real infant here?" She asked with a laugh but handed the baby over. They had been having this squabble for two weeks now, passing her back and forth constantly.

It was their favorite game. Flirty teasing and the chance to hold the baby? Yes, please.

"Aaah," she quietly cheered, "I win!" Beca grinned, feeling like she had just won the best teddy bear from the claw machine.

Chloe was upstairs giving Willa a quick diaper change when the doorbell finally rang.

Beca jumped up, her grin already losery huge and all but ran to the door. Debating with herself yet again about whether or not they should get a different buzzer, a quieter one or if they should just let Willa get used to it. "Dude!" She cried when she swung open the door, "The hell are you doing here?"

"Surprise!" All three women, Aubrey, Emily and Stacie gave her matching grins.

"This is awesome! Does Chlo know?"

"Nope!" Stacie cried devilishly, doing a little in place dance.

She was honestly happy to see all of them but it was Emily she grabbed first.

She looked great. She didn't look like she was shaking, she didn't look bad at all, as a matter of fact she looked - healthy. She had only returned the day before, and she would be going back for another two weeks after a week of living her old life - but right now she looked amazing.

"You ready for this?"

"Hells yeah. I'm - I'm ready."

"Are you sure? You don't sound sure."

"It's just signing papers, don't mom me, Beeeeca!"

"Um, what's happening?" Aubrey frowned, a finger going up to pause their bantering.

"Dude! You didn't tell them? Lameass!" Beca rolled her eyes. "Flashlight here is now the new Lyricist for Grasshopper Recordings. Well, she will be after this afternoon."

It had come to them as they were all hanging around the room the day Willa had been born. Emily hated making music, she hated being a recording artist - but she loved writing it - honestly Beca had felt stupid for not thinking of it sooner.

"Oh my god! Emily!" Aubrey clapped, bouncing in place.

"Uh, yeah, that's wonderful and everything," Stacie said dryly, "But uh, I got a baby to meet. So. Ya betta move, pitches."

"Right." Beca led them back to the kitchen, waiting for Chloe to come back down, "So have you guys seen the pictures? She's definitely the cutest baby in the world. Like. I don't want to brag or anything. But I'm pretty sure she's the cutest."

"She is." Emily turned to them and nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly, "I haven't seen her for two weeks so I'm a little nervous that her cute might, you know, kill me."

Beca started a pot of coffee, grumbling yet again that they didn't have a larger press. She needed to remember to order one. Like really.

"You look good, Legacy." Stacie finally said when it had grown quiet.

"Hey, that's not me anymore, 'member!"

"Shut up," Beca rolled her eyes.

"I feel good. I think I can do this."

"Of course you can," Aubrey said with a pinched nod. "And we're all behind you."

Stacie smiled, giving Aubrey a little shoulder bump as she did it.

"Is that Stacie?" Chloe called from the living room and Stacie, apoplectic with excitement went tearing toward the voice.

"Whoa! Damn, Chlo! Warn a bitch!" Stacie cried, her hands going out as though she could stop the image she was seeing.

Beca laughed, rolling her eyes and giving Stacie a small push. Chloe didn't exactly hide her breastfeeding; Chloe didn't even understand why a woman would need to.

"Really? This you have a problem with. I'm pretty sure you were there when I went streaking with Tom, Stacie."

Beca wouldn't say it, like ever because she had gotten so many brownie points for never seeming weirded out by it, but it had even taken her a second to get used to. It was just kind of strange but now – well, Willa always seemed so peaceful when she was nursing and it was a prime time to play with her toes or with her fingers.

Stacie seemed to consider this for a minute before she nodded, "Yeah, you're right." Stacie shrugged, her embarrassment instantly gone as she marched forward, going around the back of the rocker to look at her face.

"I didn't know you were down here. I thought you were still upstairs."

"Nope." Chloe beamed and took the kiss that Beca offered as they all gathered around Chloe.

"Guys," Beca grinned around at them, "this is Willa Michelle Beale."

Stacie was in tears as she reached forward to stroke her cheek, "She's so cute. Oh my god. Bec, she looks just like you." She sniffed, "It's kind of freaky."

Beca laughed, totally never willing, ever, to admit that the idea made her stomach flutter.

"Of course she does." Chloe winked at her and Beca felt her cheeks heat.

"Can I hold her?"

It took a minute, Stacie jittering anxiously, but eventually, with a protectiveness of a lion, Beca transferred the lightly fussy baby into Stacie's arms.

"Oh my god, guys," Stacie looked up and around and then back down, "Oh my god, guys, guys, oh my god, oh my god!" She gave a little happy bounce which sent a bolt of panic through Beca, making her step forward but Stacie had her securely and she felt Chloe grab her by the ass pocket, her eyebrow cocked.

Beca just rolled her eyes in return, hearing the chastise without Chloe having to say it.

"Oh my god, she hates me!" Stacie wailed after a minute when Willa's fussy increased. "Guys, she totally hates me!"

"She does not, Stace." Chloe laughed.

"Okay,me,me,me!" Emily finally cried, her patience wearing thin.

It took a minute of convincing but finally Stacie gave her up with a pout.

Emily spent a while then giggling and saying silly things to the infant as she kissed her cheeks despite the fact that her fussiness was only growing, promising her all of the fun things that they were going to do together that year, promising her that she was going to be Willa's favorite aunt.

"I think Auntie Brey needs a turn." Chloe finally said.

Beca grinned up at her blonde friend. She had been fully aware of Aubrey's total silence and of the fact that once again she was in the very back of the crowd, moving as little as possible. She wasn't going to get away with it this time though, she casually pushed Aubrey forward.

"What?" Aubrey jumped, her eyes going wide and glassy, "No, I'm okay. I should wash my hands or, oh my shirt might be dirty, and -"

"Brey!" Chloe chided.

"Oh god." Aubrey wailed.

Beca wanted to laugh at the look of absolute terror on Aubrey's face but she couldn't because god, she could freaking relate.

"Come on, you'll be fine Auntie Brey." Chloe reached out and squeezed her hand.

"I will?"

"Yes."

"But what if I'm not."

"You will be."

"But -"

"If Beca can do it then you can do it, Brey," Stacie said.

Beca opened her mouth to protest but changed her mind, "Exactly. If I can do it then you can do it, right, Aubs?"

Aubrey took a long breath, dragging it in like she did when she thought she might be sick and everyone froze, eyeing her.

"No, no, I'm okay. I'm not going to – I'm okay."

"Alllright," Beca took a spit up cloth and put it over Audrey's shoulder and tried again not to laugh as Aubrey's shaking hands took the fussy baby, staring down at her like she might bite, staring down at her with all of the fear that Beca had felt the first day she held her.

"You should smell her, Brey…What?" Stacie frowned around at them, "Was that a weird thing to say?" Stacie just gave a shrug, not really seeming to care and Beca did not miss the way that Stacie stepped into Aubrey, resting her chin on Aubrey's shoulder so she could watch the baby's face.

Beca smirked, catching Chloe's eye. Chloe looked like she was about to pop she was so excited.

Aubrey had listened to Stacie's advice, however strange it might have been, dipping her nose down and smelling the top of her head. Willa let out a little grunt and started to scream.

Aubrey's face went paper white, "What did I do?"

"She just needs to be burped and she'll settle down." Beca showed her how to hold her so that Willa's chin was propped correctly against her collarbone, where to pat and how. "Okay? You good?"

Beca took a step back, one hand intertwining with Chloe's while the other began to lightly massage Chloe's neck. She grinned as Chloe sighed and dipped down to kiss her neck. They watched Aubrey awkwardly bounce and pat her back, doing her best version of a coo, whispering over and over again, "It's alright, banana, shhhh, it's okay, it's okay. What?" Aubrey frowned, her face going remote, her nose up in the air, "That is what my father used to call me."

"Hey," Beca laughed, "whatever you're into." She had said some pretty stupid stuff to that little thing over the past few weeks. "Um, maybe try a little harder."

"See, there's nothing to be too worried about." Chloe grinned at her best friend, craning her neck and humming when Beca's thumb started to work up one side, "Brey, you can relax."

"I know, I just, I've never held a baby before."

"You're doing great." Stacie winked at her from her spot on Aubrey's shoulder. Aubrey glanced at her and blushed, only just seeming to notice that she was there at all.

It took a while but as the minutes ticked on Aubrey's face began to relax. Emily had flopped on the floor by Chloe's knees while Stacie kept her place against Aubrey, her hand rubbing Aubrey's back.

Eventually Aubrey began to rock a little more naturally, joining into the conversation. And while all faces showed that they were anxious to get that baby back into their arms, no one took her from Auntie Brey; letting her adjust. Even Beca had to smile.

"This isn't so scary." Aubrey finally sighed, "Yeah, this isn't so bad. She's so small. I never realized how light she would be. Chloe I -"

There was a little sound, a tiny little hiccupping burp and Aubrey froze, her eyes wide, her mouth dropping open in shock as Willa covered her shirt with her latest meal.

Beca and Chloe both gasped, their fingers tightened together as a reflex, Beca's hand freezing on Chloe's neck.

"Oh shit!" Stacie had jumped away, her hand over her mouth.

It was silent for a second then two then three before slowly Stacie began to make a strange hacking noise behind her hand, staring at Aubrey. The sound must have been contagious because suddenly Chloe caught it, then Emily, and finally the same noise came from Beca, trying her hardest to swallow back her laughter.

"Oh my god," Beca choked, wheezing, "did she just spit up all over you?"

No part of Aubrey moved, she was still standing with her hands planted under the finally quiet baby's butt and on her back, her whole body rigid. She didn't move but her wild eyes shot daggers at Beca.

Chloe was twitching and squirming in her chair, Stacie was jerking, staring up at the ceiling.

"Oh, Brey!" Chloe was trying to pretend that she wasn't laughing, she was trying to keep it in for the sake of her best friend who looked like she was about to have a complete and total meltdown. Beca could see her trying hard, much harder than she herself was. Chloe's bright blue eyes danced from behind her hand, her entire body shaking. "Brey! I'm sorry but," finally, after a long minute she got out, "Karma."

And that was it. The whole room gave in. Beca's face dropped into Chloe's neck, hiding as she cried with laughter. Chloe's fingers reached affectionately, possessively holding her there as together the whole little family - well, everyone but Aubrey who did not look like she would ever think it was funny - laughed until tears ran down their faces.

The End

Note updated 10/21/19

So, there is a third and final story in this series planned. However, I'll be honest, I have had a serious medical problem so right now it's not moving forward. However, I deeply hope to do it as there are so many things things that need to be tied up. So.
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