So, surprise! After a short hiatus from fic writing as I worked and did essays and blah blah blah, I am back. And as I caught up with all my notifications, I realised that people really wanted a follow up to the first chapter of this little story.

So, considering I loved writing the first one- mostly due to the Beale family- I thought what better way to get back into things than with another little chapter of this tale?

As always, please leave your always appreciated feedback below and maybe some love if you're feeling particularly generous :)

Hope you enjoy!

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Beca stared long and hard at the faces before her, her eyebrows drawn as she scanned over the rows. Then her eyes flicked up to the face above those, meeting a mischievous grin that was missing a few teeth. She narrowed her eyes in order to try and read the bright blue eyes across from her.

She took in a long breath as she made her decision. Then she sat up straight.

"Has he got a beard?" Beca signed, making the little boy across from her giggle as she didn't sign beard quite right. He understood though and brought his hands up to reply, "No. No beard."

Beca deflated a little with an annoyed sigh as she flicked down the four bearded men on her side of the Guess Who? board. She was so bad at this game. Either that or Ewan, Chloe's ten year old brother was incredible. But Beca doubted that, what with him being ten and all.

Ewan looked across to her, his hands tapping on his knobbly knees as he tilted his head to the side to try and read any signals Beca may have been putting out to try and garner just who she had picked for her character. He was determined to make it five wins in a row because then Beca had promised she would buy him a hot chocolate from the small cafe down the road when she walked the dog with him after lunch.

Beca put on a neutral face, raising an eyebrow as he smiled knowingly.

"Has she got blue eyes?" He signed, that same knowing smile growing into a wide grin as Beca threw her hands in the air exasperatedly.

"Yes!" Beca shouted, before signing a somewhat aggressive yes back to Ewan, who laughed as he flicked down ten or so of his cards.

"This is ridiculous." Beca muttered from behind her hand, prompting a laugh to come from the doorway to the kitchen as Karen walked in, drying her hands on a hand towel that she slung over her shoulder after doing so.

"He's really got you beat Becs." Karen chuckled as she saw the full board on Beca's half as opposed to the nearly empty half of Ewan's side.

"I know. It's a conspiracy." Beca crossed her arms as she looked up to the older woman, a scowl beginning to play on her features that made Karen laugh again. Beca looked over to Ewan. "How are you so good at this game?" She spoke out loud whilst signing it for her opponent. He shrugged with a grin.

"Maybe you're bad. Or maybe I really want hot chocolate." He giggled as he responded with his hands. Beca rolled her eyes, just about catching his tack on question of, "Can I have marshmallows too?"

Karen laughed, reaching down to ruffle her sons hair before making her way back to the kitchen, calling over her shoulder that lunch would be about ten minutes, a fact that Beca translated for Ewan after a moment of thinking.

"Does he have a hat?" Beca signed, pausing for breath as Ewan checked his card. She couldn't help the shout of exasperation that came from her when Ewan simply shook his head.

As she was silently seething, flipping down three hat wearing characters, the front door opened and the chattering of two voices filtered into the living room where Beca and Ewan were sat.

"Karen?!" Came the booming voice of Roger Beale as he stood in the front porch.

"Yes, dear?!" His wife called back from the kitchen and Beca couldn't help but laugh under her breath at how Ewan didn't even flinch at the volume of it, instead looking up and asking Beca if her character had blonde hair, to which she smugly replied no. Her smugness didn't last long, however, as Ewan still managed to tack down seven or so of his remaining cards, leaving him with a handful as opposed to her 20.

"Where is the old boot brush?!" Roger shouted. "That damn cat from next door has been at it again. I tell you, next time I'm putting it in their mailbox."

"Well, you just-" Karen started but was interrupted by Roger again.

"Aha! Never mind honey, found it!" He called triumphantly, making Beca laugh at the whole exchange. She couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped her when Karen ran through the living room, rubber gloves dripping soapy water across the carpet in her haste as she dashed across.

"No, don't use the boot brush! Go outside you idiot!" Beca heard Karen shout at him, only imagining the way she would be pushing the man and his inevitably stinky boots out onto the front step. Beca laughed and shook her head before noticing Ewan looking across at her with a puzzled smile on his face.

"What's happening?" He asked, gesturing to where his mother had just dashed into. Beca grinned, knowing he would like the answer.

"Your Dad stepped in poop." She signed. And instantly Ewan laughed, out loud, falling back onto the carpet as he rolled around in fits of giggles. It was so rare to hear noise of this volume from the young boy that the sound made Beca laugh straight back, propping herself up on her hands as she leant back with a chuckle.

"What's so funny in here?" Beca heard from the doorway, making her turn her head to see the source of the noise.

Chloe walked in, her arms full of logs she had spent the morning collecting with her Dad. She dropped them carefully into the bucket by the fire before coming over to stand behind Beca, who was still looking up at her.

"Dad stood in poop." Ewan signed, still giggling as he sat up. Chloe laughed back, one of her hands coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Beca's ear. The hand stayed in her hair, playing with the straightened brunette locks whilst trying it's best to not mess it up.

Beca smiled at the affectionate touches to her hair, before looking away from Chloe back to her little brother who had stopped laughing to look at Beca expectantly. Right, it was her go, right. Wasn't her fault that Chloe had walked in, all rosy cheeked and snowflakes in her red hair and make up free face smiling relaxedly at her and distracted her from this nightmare guessing game that she was inevitably going to lose.

"Uhhh, does he... Umm..." Beca scanned the remaining faces on her board, hands poised to ask the question when she had decided on what said question would be. She took in a breath to ask if they had glasses but was interrupted by Chloe talking from above her.

"Hey, Bec?" She mumbled, obviously trying not to move her mouth too much with the way the plosive sound of Beca's name was lost, meaning she was trying to not let Ewan see she was talking. Beca played along, not reacting to the question apart from a hum of acknowledgment that she knew Ewan wouldn't see.

"Ask if they're bald." Was the redhead's mumbled response. Beca held in the eyebrow raise in lieu of looking up and signing that exact question to Ewan- whose face fell a little in disappointment as he nodded. Beca hadn't got a single question right since they started playing the game an hour ago.

Chloe sat down next to Beca, crossing her legs before leaning into Beca's side, resting her head on Beca's shoulder briefly in affection. Then she sat up and turned her attention back to the game. Beca didn't however, she was still too busy looking adoringly at the girl sat next to her, her eyes moving from rogue strands of red hair coming from her braid to her slightly dry from the cold lips to the minuscule droplets of melted snow in her long eyelashes. She stopped however when she felt something hit her on the side of the head.

"Hey!" She yelped, a hand flying up to her temple where the object had made contact. She looked in her lap, seeing a spare card from Guess Who? there before looking up to an impatient Ewan Beale looking at her.

Oh right, the game.

"Does she have glasses?" Ewan asked, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought about his strategy in the way his older sister did whenever she was thinking about something. Beca shook her head, trying to fight the smile that was threatening to find it's way into her face.

She was winning. She could feel it. She was going to win. And maybe it was a bit ridiculous for a 23 year old adult to be excited to win a game of Guess Who? against a 10 year old child but this was personal. This was Ewan Beale, reigning champion of any and every board game in the Beale household vs Beca Mitchell, his arch nemesis due to her being the champion of the Mitchell household coming to snatch his victory after two years of knowing him.

"Has he got green eyes?" Beca signed, the competitive edge in the stare between the two opponents sharp enough to cut the palpable confrontational tension in the air. Ewan stared her out for a few seconds and it was honestly nearly enough to make her squirm, the intensity in his blue eyes mirroring his sisters the other night when Beca had worn her favourite socks without asking. Except Beca couldn't apologise to Ewan with a kiss; she just had to stare right back, the infamous Mitchell right eyebrow quirking up as he bought his hand up and moved it up and down once. "Yes."

Beca let out a god damn squeal of excitement as she flicked down card after card smugly until she was left with just one. Victory was so close she could taste it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, be prepared to meet the new Beale board game champion." Beca gloated, grinning broadly as she turned to Chloe who just rolled her eyes with a laugh.

"You're not even a Beale." Chloe argued, jabbing Beca in the ribs to wipe the smirk from her face.

"Yet." Beca smiled, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Chloe's cheek, the skin warm under her lips from Beca's simple one word comment. She turned back to Ewan, who had that knowing smile back on his little face and Beca felt her stomach drop.

It all but fell out of her ass when he bought his hands up and asked her one final question.

"Is it Jen?" He finished, dropping his hands to his lap and grinning toothily at her. Beca's mouth dropped open.

"Wha- How? I just- How?!" She spluttered, her hands just flailing- and that was sign language in itself for Ewan. Sign language for "I literally do not understand what has just happened here." And it made the little boy laugh loudly again.

"Did you tell him?!" Beca turned to Chloe, her question smattered with a mix of betrayal and annoyance. Chloe held her hands up, eyes wide in innocence.

"I've been still the whole time!" Chloe protested. Beca scowled for another half second but knew from the way that Chloe's lip hadn't quirked up that she wasn't lying. So, she turned back to Ewan and scowled at him instead, only to be met with a wider grin and his arms raised above his head in victory.

Beca picked up the little card with the blonde character on and threw it at Ewan, just as he had done to her minutes ago, before crossing her arms in a temper tantrum that Chloe couldn't help but shove her playfully with a laugh for.

"You cheated!" Beca signed, Chloe correcting her slightly after hearing her speak the words out loud. Beca thanked her quickly before continuing. "I don't know how, but you cheated!" She accused.

Ewan jumped up from his spot, grin still firmly in place as he ran round the board and threw himself on Beca, who just remained stoic- arms still crossed and scowl still in place as he swung off her like she was a jungle gym.

This carried on for a minute or so, Ewan clambering over her, messing up her hair, poking her face, all to try and get her to break her grumpy facade. He finally broke her by blowing a long raspberry on her cheek that made her laugh despite herself. After seeing her laugh, he repeated the action only to be tackled playfully to the ground by both Chloe and Beca, who were tag teaming him with tickling and raspberries of their own. The little boy laughed loudly as his sister and honorary sister tickled him, calling out for his Dad and Mum in broken sentences.

Both of whom had been stood in the room the whole time, watching their kids and Beca, who basically was their kid at this point; she made herself such a part of their little family since meeting them that summer in their beach house in Florida. She and Chloe had begun dating that summer and so the Beale's had seen more and more of her over the last two and a half years, watching as the two girls went through milestone after milestone together, all whilst beaming at each other's sides. From their victory at World's, to graduation, to moving into their Brooklyn apartment together, right up to Beca proposing the week before last, Roger and Karen Beale couldn't be happier for the two of them.

Beca was so good for Chloe, her level headedness keeping Chloe's reckless optimism in check and her snarky sense of humour matching Chloe's flirtatious nature perfectly. She was clever and talented and kind in ways that may not be immediately noticed, (like how she always brought flowers when she visited, no matter how many times she came to visit or how she had devoted endless hours learning ASL so she could hang out with Ewan without needing a translator) but the Beales had come to know that and love her all the more for it, accepting her as one of their own.

"Okay, my bunch of pro wrestlers," Karen interrupted, clapping and waving her hands to gain the attention of all three of her children. They broke apart, all still breathless with laughter and smiles on all of their faces. "The match can continue after lunch and you two" She gestured to Beca and Ewan. "Taking Sam for a walk."

Ewan sprang up at that, arms still hooked around Beca's neck, jostling her quite spectacularly.

"Yes! Beca is going to buy me hot chocolate!" He signed to his parents with a grin before turning his face to Beca. "Because I won."

Beca rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully from her lap onto the floor, making him laugh as he hit it with a thud.

"Well, how about," Roger said, making all the others look up to him. "We all go out for hot chocolate?" He smiled warmly. All the girls and Ewan instantly grinned and agreed, knowing hot chocolate also meant cake, even if they did have to trudge through the snow to get it.

"Great. Thanks Beca in advance for paying." Roger grinned, clapping Beca on the shoulder as he had the first time he had met her. Beca whipped her head round to look up at the tall man, a confused look replacing the smile that had been there.

"Huh? Why am I paying?" She asked, confused as to how that had happened. Roger shrugged before Karen supplied the answer for him.

"You should have never challenged the Beale board game champ. Cmon Beca, you should know that by now." She chuckled, signing the sentence as she said it before running her hands through Ewan's short red hair as he leant against her.

"Right, lunch!" Karen announced, the two boys racing each other to the kitchen, arguing about who would get the end piece of bread. Karen followed them, laughing at their antics, and Beca went to follow until she felt a tug at her sleeve that prevented her from doing so.

She turned around to see Chloe standing smiling at her. Instantly, Beca reached out and placed her hands on Chloe's hips, whilst Chloe's came to wind around her neck as she pulled her closer.

"You really haven't learnt not to challenge him yet, have you?" Chloe shook her head with a smile as she asked Beca. "I gave up years ago."

"I'm nearly there. Just got to find my game." Beca winked, making Chloe laugh softly. Chloe moved a rogue strand of hair from Beca's face behind her ear, her fingers caressing Beca's cheek as they moved back. The touch gave Beca's hands an electric shock into action and before she could even register what she was doing, she was pulling Chloe gently into her to kiss her lightly. But then Chloe's hand was cupping her face and kissing her more solidly.

A couple of seconds passed before they broke apart and then they were staring at each other with soft smiles on their faces.

"Girls! Soup's going cold! Save that smooching for later!" Karen called out from the kitchen, breaking the moment as Chloe groaned in embarrassment and Beca laughed before calling out "Just coming Mrs B!"

Beca ducked forward, stealing a last kiss from Chloe's lips before going to step away. She was stopped by Chloe grabbing her hand, making her look back to her girlfriend- wait, no, fiancée.

"Hey Becs?" Chloe said quietly. Beca hummed a response and watched as Chloe let go of her hands. She brought one up, pointing to the centre of her chest, then brought both her fists to the same spot before holding out her outstretched palm in the space between them.

Beca smiled, remnants of midnight Florida air in her memory as she stood looking at Chloe, still as beautiful as she had been all that time ago. Only this time, it wasn't confusion that gripped Beca but a wave of love and affection for the redhead that spilled over in the form of her grabbing the outstretched palm and pressing a kiss to it before entangling their fingers together.

"I love you too, weirdo." Beca said, leaning in to press a final kiss against the curve of Chloe's smile. Then she finally stepped away, the fingers tangled in Chloe's pulling her with a laugh towards the kitchen.

"Now come on, I need to challenge your brother to Hungry Hippos before we go out. I think I could take him with that." Beca said determinedly as they walked into the kitchen.

"Sure honey." Chloe patted Beca's arm patronisingly before releasing her fiancées hand to help her mother carry the stack of bowls to the table.

Beca just scowled as she sat next to Roger, ignoring the way the Beale's all laughed at her pout.

She'd show them when they played Monopoly after dinner. They'd all see then.

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