Meant To Be [COMPLETED]

22.

AUTHOR'S POV

"Why did you even get a shelf?", Chloe asked her mom when she was tightening the screw while Alice does the same on the other side. "I thought I'd make the house looks nicer, plus, I bought a few records from Beca's store and I thought 'Why not get a shelf to put them on?'", Cindy chuckled to which Chloe just shook her head to. Beca is now in a white slim fit men's singlet and is lying on her back with her head under the kitchen sink with a flashlight in her mouth. "Beca, honey, you doing okay there?", Cindy shouted. "All good!", Beca responded back. "Mom, you really should stop calling her over for things like this. She has other things to do", Chloe shook her head. "Plus! It's weird that- you know-", Chloe said in a hushed tone. "You're pals with my used-to-be student", Chloe said when she felt Alice's eyes on her. "It's only weird if you make it weird, honey. She's like family! Plus, with your brother off to college, I could use a hand every now and then. I'm not getting younger, Chlo", Cindy chuckled. "I think it's nice that you're looking after her. She seems like a troubled kid", Alice said. "Excuse your words", Cindy's eyes shot at Alice as she told her sternly. "Right- so- your pipe is leaking. I can fix it but I only have two hands so I need an assistant", Beca walked out of the kitchen in her tank top and washed jeans. Small drips of sweats covered the sides of her face and she lifted her top to wipe them off, revealing her stomach. 

Chloe's POV

Was she that.. buffed last time? I mean- she was in a fight club, it makes sense that she has a six-pack. Am I staring? Shit! I quickly moved my eyes back up to meet hers and I think the staring was obvious because I was met with Beca's smirk. "Chloe, go and help her", my mom nudged on my shoulder. "Fine, I'll go help your precious Beca, ma", I rolled my eyes which made Beca chuckle. "What do you need help with?", I asked. "Just to pass me my tools. The key with leaking pipes is speed. And efficiency so that's a little hard to do with just two hands", she smiled and laid down on the floor before sliding herself up into the kitchen's counter. "Alright, do me a favour and pass the Philips screwdriver and a flathead", she said. "Can you use English?", I laughed. "The red screwdriver, it has a yellow line on the steel part and a black- uh- tool? It has green stripes I think", she replied. I glanced over to the toolbox and there it was. I took it and placed it in her hand. As she was fixing the pipes, my eyes couldn't help but glanced over at her. Her tank top was slightly lifted and I could see the label of her boxers right under her jeans. It made me think about last night when my hand- "Chlobear, once you're done checking me out, pass me a hammer would you?", she said and I swear I could hear a smirk in her tone. I shoved her leg lightly, "I was not- I wasn't checking you out", I cleared my throat and passed her the hammer.

AUTHOR'S POV

"Sure, you weren't, sweetheart", Beca ducked her head back into the countertop. "Hey", Chloe said in a quieter voice. "Becs", she nudged Beca's legs who just hummed in response. "Can I- can I ask you something?", she said. "Are you trying to get me to join a mafia group or something? What's going on, Chlo?", Beca chuckled. "Shh, tone down the volume", she said and Beca shook her head. "What is it?", she asked. "Well- uh- last night- when- y'know- when we were in the uhm- kitchen and- like at one point-", Beca slid out and sat up as she watched Chloe struggle with her words. "Are you trying to ask me about the strap?", Beca quirked an eyebrow when Chloe nodded and heat rose to her cheeks. The brunette let out a light chuckle before going back under the sink. "What about it?", she asked. "Well it's just that- y'know- we've never- well- I've never-", Chloe rambled again. "Spit it out, Beale", Beca sighed out. "Is it- is it nice?", Chloe asked and immediately regretted her question. "Wanna find out?", Beca smirked and Chloe could see it. 

"Becs-"

"I'm joking. Just ask Alice to get one, it's not rocket science, Chlo", Beca said. "Do you- do you use it often?", Chloe played with the screws in her hand. "Uh- I mean- I wear it out every now and then. You never know when you need it at a quick bar hookup", Beca shrugged. "Like- you just have it on for the whole day?", Chloe asked to which Beca hummed 'Mhm' in response. "Is it not uncomfortable?", the ginger added. "No, you get used to it. I can even lie down and fix a kitchen sink when I'm wearing it", Beca said which made Chloe's eyes widened and slowly glanced at Beca's crotch. "All good here?", Cindy came into the kitchen. "Yep! Awesome!", Chloe cringed at her attempt to act like she wasn't asking her ex-girlfriend about strap ons. "Chloe, honey, you're awfully red! You feeling okay?", her mom asked. "Yeah! Yes- I'm uh- I'm fine, I think it's just a little humid here. I should get a drink", Chloe nervously rambled and stood up. "It's all done anyways", Beca slid out and smirked at Chloe. "Thank you, Beca. You're an angel", Cindy said. "How's the shelf going?", Beca asked leaning back against the countertop before using her tank top to wipe her face again, making sure that Chloe's watching. "A little slow, if I'm being honest", Cindy replied. "Mom", Chloe looked at her mom and said sternly. "What? When she offered I thought she was a handy person", her mom shrugged. "I'll go ahead and speed it up for you", Beca smiled and walked to Alice. 

"All done!", Beca said when she screwed in the final screw. "Now, where do you want this to go?", she turned to Cindy. "I think next to the TV would be nice, don't you think?", she asked. "Yeah, perfect", Beca smiled before lifting the shelf. "You need a hand, Beca?", Cindy asked. "No, it's fine", the younger woman responded as she brought the shelf and placed it next to the TV. The whole time Chloe was watching her. "Thank you, Beca", Cindy smiled and pat her back. "Oh! That reminds me, some people are coming over here this weekend for dinner. If you can, try and stop by okay?", Cindy asked. "I'll do my best", Beca smiled. "Who's coming, Mom?", Chloe turned to her mom. "I told you yesterday. They're all coming over for Wynonna's birthday, I thought it'd be nice to host", she replied. "Oh- I think I'll sit this one out, Cindy. Let you guys have some family time", Beca chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, I think it'd be uncomfortable for Beca, Ma", Chloe added. "Nonsense, you are family. Try and be there okay? I insist", Cindy held Beca's hand. "Yes ma'am", Beca said. 

"Look, I don't have to go if you don't want me to be there. I can just make up something on the day", Beca told Chloe when they were alone in the living room. "No, don't worry about it. My mom really wants you there so you should go. I know the kids would be happy to see you too", Chloe smiled. "Okay then, if they all end up liking me more again, that's on you, Beale", Beca shrugged which made Chloe roll her eyes. Suddenly, Beca's phone rang. "Sorry, give me a sec", Beca answered the phone call and turned away from Chloe. "Yeap, it's Beca. Who's this?", she said into the phone call. "It's Mikayla, I got your number from Fat Amy", Mikayla responded. "Oh yeah- hey! What's up?", Beca asked. "What are you doing tonight? We're having a little ladies night at the club and I was thinking- maybe you can stop by and- I don't know- maybe end up in the bathroom?", Mikayla asked. Beca let out a light chuckle, "Hmm, tonight, huh? I mean- it'd be a shame to turn such an offer down when you went through so much to get my number, wouldn't it?", Beca asked and Chloe knew that flirting tone all too well, but still- she minded her own business. "I'll see you tonight then", Beca said before hanging up and placing her phone in her back pocket. When she turned back to Chloe, the redhead tried to make it look like she wasn't eavesdropping. "Who was- uhm- who was that?", she asked. "It was Mikayla. Apparently they're having a ladies night tonight at the club, she asked me to drop by", Beca shrugged to which Chloe just nodded to. "See, you never know when it might come in handy", Beca placed her hand on her crotch and watched as Chloe's eyes traveled down to her hands and her cheeks blushed. "Are we ready to go?", Alice asked.