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19 "Hold onto me"

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(19) "Hold onto me"

Beca knew that this corporate retreat had been a bad idea. They were a music production company, why did they even need a team building retreat? But she was ‘obligated by contract’ apparently to attend and so... here she was. At the Lodge Of Fallen Leaves, which she was convinced was run by a blonde sadist (seriously, who didn’t believe in ladders?). On some insane obstacle course, or more specifically, off some insane obstacle course because she had fallen off a balance beam and tumbled down into the ditch next to it. Which, if it wasn’t mortifying enough, was deep enough to count more as a pit and Beca couldn’t even begin to attempt to get out because she was pretty sure that she had broken her ankle on the fall down.

Great.

Jussssst great.

“Hold on Beca, we’re getting our medic down to you as soon as we set up the abseiling gear!” Aubrey peered down at her as Beca scoffed lightly, shaking her head a little.

“Y’know... even if you don’t believe in ladders, they do exist, like that’s a cold hard fact!” Beca felt very much like Aubrey was about to tell her to put lotion on her skin by the way she was smiling dangerously at her.

“And if you did ‘believe’ in ladders...” God Beca hoped that Aubrey could see her air quotes from here, “I’d be out of here so much quicker.”

“Chloe will be down momentarily Beca.” There so much false sincerity in Aubrey’s voice Beca was amazed she wasn’t choking on it.

“Great...” Beca mumbled to herself as her ankle throbbed painfully again, “Trapped in a hole waiting for some medic to abseil her ass down here to haul me out like a baby in front of my coworkers. Best retreat ever.”

“Look out below!”

Beca glanced up to find herself staring at someone’s ass as it got ever closer to her. She blushed furiously, averting her gaze away from it. Perfect. It wasn’t enough that she had completely made a fool of herself, she was now ogling the medic that was coming to help her.

The very hot medic.

Holy CRAP.

The afore mentioned Chloe was ridiculously attractive. Her soft, wavy, flame red curls were tied up behind her head, a few stray curls hanging loose on either side of her face, framing it perfectly. Her smile lit up the small pit they were in, and good god those eyes, could they be any more blue?

“Hey, I’m Chloe!” She set a bag down next to Beca, as Beca put all her energy into remembering not to drool in front of her, “You took quite the tumble huh?”

“Y-yeah...” Beca shrugged a little, “Freaking Larry from Marketing took a half step backwards and I had to move out of the way but there was no room so... here I am.”

“Larry’s the... bigger guy right?” Chloe was trying to be tactful as Beca laughed softly.

“Yeah that’s him.”

“I think I would’ve taken my chances with the pit too.” Chloe winked conspiratorially as Beca grinned at her, “So... what hurts?”

“My ankle.” Beca frowned as the simple mention of pain seemed to cause it to flare up again, “I guess I must’ve twisted it maybe? Or like... broken it. It hurts like when I broke my ankle in college...”

“How did you break it in college?” Chloe asked, trying to distract Beca from the pain as she turned to inspect Beca’s outstretched ankle.

“It was dumb.” Beca blushed furiously, “I um... I was in a dance troop in college, I broke it during a rehearsal...”

“That’s so cool!” Chloe beamed, “What kind of dance?”

“Ah, ow!” Beca was suddenly grateful for the stabbing pain in her ankle that deterred the conversation from an embarrassing revelation about her college life.

“Sorry!” Chloe grimaced, her nose wrinkling in a way that was just adorable but Beca pushed that aside (or tried anyway), “Yeah, I think it’s broken Beca. I’m going to need to splint it and then we can get out of here okay?”

“You mean you don’t want to stay in this dark pit with me all day?” Beca feigned offence as Chloe giggled.

“I think there are better places for us to sit and have a conversation. Like the lounge in the main lodge with the roaring fireplace where you’ll just have to spend all your time at for the rest of the weekend once you’re in a plaster cast.” Chloe beamed at Beca who blushed again, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Sounds better than an obstacle course...” Beca grumbled, “I’m not entirely convinced your boss isn’t a serial killer y’know?”

Chloe laughed at this, “Aubrey’s great, she’s just a little... tightly wound. She’s my old college roommate, we go way back. I promise her bark is worse than her bite.”

“I’m not convinced...” Beca raised her eyebrow with a smirk, “Who doesn’t believe in ladders?”

Chloe shook her head a little as she turned her attention back to Beca’s ankle, “Alright Becs, this is going to hurt, but I promise once we’re out of this ditch I’ll give you some of the really fun painkillers okay?”

“Seems reasonable.” Beca shrugged again, jaw clenching as she waited for Chloe to manipulate her ankle into a splint.

She was right, it hurt like a bitch, but Beca managed to emit only the smallest of whimpers and maintain her badass image. Chloe turned back to her with a warm smile and a small blue harness in her hands.

“All done, you did great! Let’s get out of here huh?”

“Sure.” Beca nodded, smile a little tight as her ankle kept throbbing, “And how do we do that? Because I’m sure as shit not going to be able to abseil or whatever out of here.”

“No problem.” Chloe grinned, “I’m going to fasten this around your waist and clip it to me. Technically I’m doing the climbing, you’re just along for the ride.”

“Huh.” Beca mused, trying to ignore the way her heart pounded in her chest as Chloe’s arms wound around her waist, “Sounds like my kind of climbing experience.”

Chloe giggled as she gently helped Beca onto her good foot, holding her securely against her as she checked to make sure that the clip was secure. Beca blushed furiously as her head rested almost in the crook of Chloe’s neck. This felt wildly more intimate than she was comfortable with.

"Hold onto me" Chloe prompted gently, not missing the flustered way in which Beca turned her head to look at her, “I’ve got you, just hold on.”

“Kay...” Beca mumbled, keeping her eyes firmly on the dirt below her and not on the dazzling blue eyes of the hot medic that rescued her.

“Up we go.” Chloe beamed, tugging twice on the rope attached to her as she and Beca were slowly and carefully pulled out of the pit.

“So...” Chloe smiled innocently, “You never told me what kind of dance you used to do.”

Beca groaned softly as she shook her head, “Dude... I broke my ankle, why are you being mean to me?”

“I’m not!” Chloe pouted a little as she guided them up the the side of the pit, “I’m taking your mind off the pain... and you kind of owe me for rescuing you from a pit.”

“Hip hop.” Beca mumbled, her face crimson as she hid it under her hair.

“Adorable!” Chloe laughed, “I love that. Maybe when you’re better you can teach me some moves?”

“Never.” Beca shook her head vigorously, “Never ever again.”

“Fine...” Chloe sighed dramatically, “Guess I’ll have to settle for buying you hot chocolates by the fire whilst you’re resting up then if I want a date.”

“Date?!” Beca’s eyes snapped up to look at Chloe, cursing herself for the squeak that came out of her mouth.

“Yeah. If that’s okay with you? It’s not everyday I rescue someone as cute as you from one of Aubrey’s bear traps...” It was Chloe’s turn to blush a little now.

“Should I be worried about how often you have to do that?” Beca frowned softly, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Probably...” Chloe giggled, turning her attention to Beca for a moment, “So... a date?”

“I’d love that.” Beca grinned, “And besides, what else am I going to do while I’m lay up?”

“Great!” Chloe beamed, helping Beca out as they reached the top of the pit, Beca not caring that all her coworkers were staring at her in that moment, “I’ll come and find you when you’re all bandaged up then.”

Okay. Maybe corporate retreats weren’t all that bad then.

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massivedrickhead · 2 years

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have yourself a merry little christmas (1/1)

Words: 2979

Summary: Merry Pitchmas!

It’s my first year taking part in the Merry Pitchmas gift exchange, and this year I was secret Santa to @godzillachloe!

I hope you enjoy, and Happy Holidays! 💖

Notes: Thank you to @beca-mitchell for looking over this for me 💜

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Chloe sank a little further into the tub, smiling as the hot water rose above her shoulders and lapped against the bottom of her ears.

She could hear the delighted squealing of her two girls downstairs, and she knew they’d be running laps around Beca.

She felt a tightness in her chest that she was missing out on this precious Christmas Eve excitement, but the thought of cutting her bath short seemed impossible.

She needed this.

She slid a little further into the water and it rose up to cover her ears. The noises coming from downstairs became muffled and distant.

It had been a busy week at the veterinary surgery - too many dogs that had gotten into their owner’s Christmas chocolate supply - and she’d had to beg and swap shifts to be allowed Christmas Day off.

So she hadn’t really been feeling the Christmas spirit and she knew that Beca, who had been home with the girls all week, could tell.

Getting home after another gruelling 10 hour shift, all Chloe wanted to do was sink into a bath and then spend the remainder of Christmas Eve with her family.

“Mama’s home!” Six-year-old Alice squealed as soon as Chloe had made it through the door.

Beca rounded the corner after her, one-and-a-half-year-old Olivia sitting on her hip, and a Santa hat on her head.

Chloe wished she could take a picture of this moment and show it to the Beca she met over ten years ago.

“Mama,” Olivia said, wriggling in Beca’s arms, her own chubby arms outstretched towards Chloe.

“Charming,” Beca said, smiling as she allowed Chloe to scoop the baby into her own arms. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Chloe said, a tired smile on her own face as she pressed a kiss to Olivia’s cheek. Her free hand ruffled Alice’s hair.

“Mama, we’re getting pizza for dinner but it’s a surprise so don’t tell anyone!” Alice said, practically vibrating from the excitement of Christmas. She and Olivia were already dressed in their matching Christmas Eve pyjamas, and Chloe felt a pang knowing she’d missed yet another bath time this week.

“I’ll be sure to keep it a secret,” Chloe said. “Are we going to stand in the hallway all night?”

Alice giggled and ran off towards the living room.

“I ran you a bath,” Beca said, taking Olivia back out of Chloe’s arms and setting her down on her unsteady feet. She hesitated for a moment before toddling off after Alice. Beca straightened up and pressed a kiss to Chloe’s cheek and another on the corner of her mouth. “I left room so you can top it up, I know you like it hotter than the sun.”

“Thank you,” Chloe said, grinning as she stole a final kiss from Beca. They spent a calm moment together, quietly kissing in the entryway of their home, before Chloe spoke up again. “The kids are too quiet.”

“I’m on it,” Beca said. “Go relax, I’ll let you know when the pizza’s here.”

“You’re the best.”

Chloe climbed the stairs up to their bathroom, and couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

There was a half-full bath, a bunch of unlit candles with a lighter set out of reach of the kids, a glass of wine, and new Lush bath bomb which was sitting on a note.

Chloe would recognise Beca’s untidy handwriting anywhere.

‘A Christmas Eve treat for the best wife in the world.

B x’

Chloe topped up the bathtub with more hot water, and took a drink of her wine before she pulled off her clothes.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been soaking for, but she knew she’d probably stay there all night if she didn’t move soon.

Her wine was long gone, the temperature of the water was starting to dip again, so she reluctantly climbed out of the tub.

Beca had left their fluffiest towel warming on the radiator, and Chloe quickly wrapped it around her as the cold air in the room bit at her skin.

She made quick work of blowing out the candles before doing a half-naked dash from the bathroom to her’s and Beca’s bedroom.

On the bed was another little gift from Beca, with another handwritten note.

‘Yes, I got us matching Christmas pyjamas. Don’t make a big deal out of it.

B x’

Chloe almost squealed as she pulled on her new pyjamas - red with white snowflakes - and a fresh pair of fluffy socks.

Christmas really was her favourite holiday, and the fact that she hadn’t been feeling excited about it was getting her down.

Seeing all these little things that Beca was doing to raise her spirits was just another thing that helped her realise how lucky she was to have her as a wife.

“Chlo’! Pizza’s here!” Beca called, as the noise from downstairs picked up.

“Nice hat,” she heard the pizza guy say to Beca as she handed over some cash.

“Thanks,” Beca replied. “Happy Holidays!”

“You too!”

“Can we watch a movie with our pizza, Mommy?” Alice asked, following Beca into the kitchen.

“Hmm, I dunno,” Beca said. “We’ll have to see what Mama says.”

“I think Mama’s okay with it,” Chloe said, entering the kitchen behind her wife and daughters, scooping up Olivia as she walked. “But just this once.”

“Someone looks very cute and festive,” Beca said, grinning at her in her own set of matching pyjamas.

“I could say the same about you,” Chloe said. Beca put a few slices of pizza onto a plate and then handed it to Chloe. Olivia reached out to grab them. “Not yet, baby,” Chloe said. “Too hot.”

“Alice, can you carry your plate?” Beca asked, handing her other daughter another plate with pizza on it.

“Uh huh,” Alice said, taking it and carrying it into the living room.

Beca balanced hers and Chloe’s pizza box on Olivia’s highchair before carrying both into the living room.

Chloe followed, still trying to keep the plate of hot pizza out of Olivia’s reach.

“What are we watching Ally?” Beca asked once Olivia was settled in her highchair.

“Uhhh Elf!”

“Elf again, huh?” Beca asked, picking up the remote and switching on Netflix. “Haven’t we watched that one like three times this month?”

“But it’s my favourite,” Alice said, turning to give her mom her best Chloe-Beale-eyes.

“Fine,” Beca said, smiling and rolling her eyes.

“Mama,” Olivia said, wriggling in her chair, trying to get to her still too-hot pizza.

“Still too hot,” Chloe said. Olivia puffed up her cheeks and blew out. Chloe laughed. “Clever girl,” she said, gently blowing on the pizza in her hand. “Here you go.”

Chloe set a slice of pizza on the highchair in front of her, and Olivia let out a squeal of delight.

“If only you were this enthusiastic when I made your lunch,” Beca said, laughing as Olivia grabbed a fistful of toppings and cheese and put them in her mouth, smearing tomato sauce over her face in the process. “Good. I’m glad I decided to bath you before dinner.”

Once Olivia was finished, Beca got up and cleaned off her hands and face, grabbed her a sippy-cup filled with water, and sat her on the sofa between her and Chloe.

Alice, who had been sitting on the floor with her pizza, scooted back so her back was resting against the sofa.

It didn’t take long before Olivia’s eyes were starting to droop. She was curled up on Chloe’s lap, her thumb in her mouth with her other hand playing with her hair.

“Okay, I think it’s bedtime for this little one,” Chloe said.

“Do you want me to-”

“No, I got it,” Chloe said, smiling.

“We’ll pause it,” Alice said, “so you don’t miss any.”

Chloe laughed because they’d all seen Elf a thousand times by now. “Thank you,” she said.

While Chloe took Olivia to bed, Beca and Alice tidied up the living room.

“Do you think Mama is feeling better?” Alice asked as she watched Beca wipe down the highchair.

“I dunno, I think so. What do you think?” Beca asked.

Alice thought for a moment before she nodded. “I think so too. She smiled with her whole face, not just her mouth.”

Beca washed and dried her hands before she ruffled them through Alice’s long brown hair.

“You’re pretty observant, aren’t you?”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you pay attention. You notice all the little details that other people might miss,” Beca said. She sat on one of the chairs by the kitchen table, and lifted Alice up onto her lap.

Beca had been able to see the change in Chloe over the past few weeks. The way it was getting harder for her to get out of bed in the morning. The way she’d stopped singing in the shower. The way she was feeling less and less enthusiastic about, well, everything.

She’d known Chloe since college, so she knew what was going on.

But she hadn’t expected Alice to pick up on it too.

“Is it a bad thing being obser… observant?” Alice asked. Beca pressed a kiss to her daughter's head.

“No baby girl,” Beca murmured. “It’s a really good thing.”

Alice had noticed when the sparkle started slipping from Chloe’s eyes, and she’d asked Beca about it earlier in the week.

“I think Mama’s sad about something.”

How do you explain depression to a six-year-old?

Beca just told her that sometimes her Mom got sad but it wasn’t any one’s fault. Like how Alice sometimes got sick with a stomach ache or cold, this worked the same way.

“Can we make her better? Like with medicine?”

“Yeah,” Beca had said. “She has medicine she can take sometimes. But we can help in other ways too.”

“Like how?”

“Like by showing her how much we love her.”

“So she’s better now?” Alice asked, leaning back to rest her head against Beca’s chest. “She won’t be sad anymore?”

Beca sighed and tucked a strand of Alice’s hair behind her ear. “It’s not that simple. Just because she’s feeling better today, doesn’t mean she’ll be better tomorrow. But just because she was sad yesterday, doesn’t mean she’ll be sad forever.” Beca placed another kiss on her head. “But it isn’t your job to worry about that, okay?”

Chloe, who had been hovering by the door for the last couple of minutes, made her way into the kitchen.

“I hope I’m not missing out on a hug?”

Alice giggled and scooted off Beca’s knee and wrapped her arms around Chloe’s legs.

Chloe picked her up and sat her on her hip, squeezing her tight.

Her eyes met Beca’s, and the brunette knew she must have heard everything.

“Come on, let's finish watching Elf. It’s almost bedtime,” Chloe said, carrying Alice through to the living room.

They watched the remainder of the movie with Alice cuddled into Chloe’s side and Chloe’s head on Beca’s shoulder.

“What did you guys get up to today?” Chloe asked.

“Got all the vegetables and potatoes prepped for tomorrow,” Beca said. “And Alice and I made some cookies for Santa, while Olivia kept trying to eat them.”

Alice giggled softly. “Don’t forget we need to put them out.”

“We won’t forget,” Chloe said.

“How was work?” Beca asked.

“Yeah, fine,” Chloe said. She always tried to avoid talking about the details of her job around Alice in case it upset her. “Busy.”

The end credits started rolling, and Beca hit stop and turned off the TV.

“Bedtime,” Beca said. She stood up and held out her hands so she could pull Alice up off the sofa.

“I’m not tired,” Alice said, pouting.

“Well I am,” Beca said. “And so is Mama. And if we stay up much later, we’ll fall asleep on the sofa and then who’s gonna put out the cookies and tuck you in?”

“Okay,” Alice said with a sigh, finally allowing her Mom to pull her up.

They went into the kitchen together and loaded up a plate with some cookies.

“Do you think Santa wants milk or does he maybe want some brandy? Or a wine?” Beca asked.

“Mommy, he can’t drink, he has to drive the sleigh!” Alice said, sounding shocked.

Chloe had to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Beca said, pouring a glass of milk and setting it beside the cookies. “How’d you get so smart?”

Chloe and Beca took her up to bed, tucked her in, and each kissed her on the head.

“What time can I get up tomorrow?” Alice asked.

Chloe and Beca looked at each other.

“Six,” Chloe said.

“Seven,” Beca said at the same time.

Alice giggled.

“Six thirty,” Chloe said. “Now go to sleep.”

Beca and Chloe returned to the kitchen and Chloe poured them each a glass of wine.

“Can you drink that?” Beca asked, nodding towards the milk as she picked up a cookie and wrinkled her nose.

“Uh huh,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes fondly. “I don’t know why you poured such a big glass.”

“Santa gets thirsty,” Beca said with a shrug, her mouth full of cookie.

“Dork,” Chloe said, laughing as she finished off the milk and ate the other cookie. “I’m so tired.”

“I have some bad news,” Beca said. “I didn’t get any wrapping done this week. We need to wrap the girls’ stuff.”

Chloe groaned. “I suppose I can’t be too mad about that.”

Chloe retrieved the wrapping paper while Beca grabbed the gifts they’d gotten for the girls.

“What time are your parents getting here tomorrow?”

“Like, 1 pm I think,” Chloe said as they sat on the floor, piles of gifts beside them ready to be wrapped. ”My Mom wanted to come help out in the kitchen, but I persuaded her not to.”

Beca raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her wine. “Don’t want a repeat of thanksgiving?”

“You mean the time my wife and Mom argued for twenty minutes about the right way to make gravy?” Chloe said, smirking.

“No I meant the time your Mom was wrong for twenty minutes about the right way to make gravy.”

Chloe laughed and took another drink before lining up some paper on a gift. “Hold this.”

Beca held the edges of the gift wrap together so Chloe could tape them.

“Oh, did your Mom get back to you about coming?” Chloe asked, folding up the edges and taping them down.

“Uh, yeah, she text me this morning. She isn’t going to make it.”

“I’m sorry Bec,” Chloe said, looking up from the gift she was wrapping.

Beca shrugged. “It’s fine. I didn’t think she’d come.”

Chloe wrapped an arm around Beca’s shoulder and squeezed.

“You’re allowed to be upset about it,” Chloe said. “I know you miss her.”

“It’s fine,” Beca said, clearing her throat. “I have the girls. I have you. I have everyone I need.”

“I love you,” Chloe said. “But I really wish you hadn’t waited until Christmas Eve to wrap these.”

Beca laughed, and shoved Chloe away from her.

“Listen, it’s hard enough getting them both dressed and fed, I don’t know when I was meant to find time to wrap presents,” Beca said.

“It’s good to know you still need me,” Chloe said.

It sounded like a throw-away comment, but Beca knew better.

“You’re damn right I still need you,” Beca said. “I managed to keep our kids alive for a week, but if I knew I had to do it everyday without you? I don’t think I’d be able to get out of bed.”

“Bec,” Chloe said, softly.

“You’re the beating heart of this family, Chloe. You’re… you’re like the safe-zone in a game of tag.”

Chloe let out a laugh and wiped away her tears. She took Beca’s hands and pulled her closer.

“We need you. We love you,” Beca said.

“I know,” Chloe said, sniffing. “I love you too.”

“No matter what your head’s telling you, this family doesn’t work without you,” Beca said, pressing her lips to Chloe’s forehead.

Chloe nodded and wiped her eyes.

“Now we have to finish wrapping these before Santa comes.”

It was close to midnight when the presents were finally wrapped and placed beneath the tree, and Chloe let Beca take her hand and tug her up the stairs to bed.

“Next year maybe Santa should get them gift cards or something,” Beca said. “Much easier to wrap.”

“Or maybe next year we finish our wrapping earlier.”

“Yeah, that could work too,” Beca said.

They crawled into bed and Chloe snuggled up to her wife immediately, smiling when she felt Beca’s hands begin trailing through her hair.

“Bec, I wanted to ask you something,” Chloe said.

“Sure, I’ll marry you,” Beca mumbled back, causing a tired laugh from Chloe.

“Shut up, I’m being serious.”

“Sorry,” Beca said, stifling a yawn and rubbing her eyes. “I’m listening.”

“How would you feel if I quit my job? Became a stay-at-home Mom? At least until Olivia’s a little older.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “I’ve looked at our finances, and we actually wouldn’t be losing out on that much money, since we wouldn’t have to pay for childcare anymore. And it would mean I’d get to spend more time with the girls, and I wouldn’t be getting home late and missing out on bath time and stuff.”

“Chlo’ if that’s what you want to do, then you can 100% do that. I want you to be happy, and if this will help then I’m completely on board. I know work’s been hard for you lately.”

“Yeah, it has been. Thank you, Bec. Thank you for being so understanding,” Chloe said, snuggling in closer, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

They heard the neighbourhood church bell begin to softly ring.

“Hey, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Beca.”

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