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A/N: And we're almost done with this story. After this chapter, comes the epilogue, but don't worry, there's another Bechloe story starting after this one.... I hope everybody's going to like this chapter and the next one of course. ENJOY!

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.Beca's point of view.

.Nine months later.

It is another typical Saturday, as the plane lands at LAX. My world tour is completed, but not without new collaborated partners. I finally have Fifth Harmony to work with, but also Zara Larsson, Sia and Adele. Miley and I even contacted Justin Timberlake, Nicki Minaj, Lady Gaga and Madonna, but they still have to react. I love to work with those artists, because lets face it... Madonna is the queen of pop, Justin Timberlake is a mayor singer and Nicki and Gaga are really good. If they agree to work with me, my second album is going to sell like crazy. I'm back at Chloe's parents house, because there's where she is the last month, and I help her with some work for school. I still find it so unfortunate that I had to leave Chloe alone the past nine months. Chloe is home-bound as she's full-term and expect to go into labor any day. She had to do it all alone and I hate myself that I had to leave her behind. Suddenly I stop writing.

,,Hey, Chlo can I ask you something?" I ask, gaining her undivided attention.

,,Sure Becs, what's up?" She smiles.

,,Do you regret that you have set up this w-whole process?"

,,No, you know that I don't. Why do you ask?"

,,I don't know. It's just you had to give up a lot since you got pregnant." Chloe looks down and rub her swollen belly. These past few months Chloe missed out on a lot. I know this, because Chloe and I had contact through Skype, Facetime and of course through calls.

,,I know I had to give up a lot, but I'm happy. I want to do this with you Becs." I can't help but smile. Before I know it, I just stare at her. A little to long maybe. ,,What, do I have something on my face or something?" She ask and rubs around her face.

,,My God, you're so pretty!" I reply, grinning.

,,I'm fat, lounging in sweats and I have cankles. Look out, Beyoncé." She remark, sarcastically.

,,Don't be ridiculous. You're beautiful and you're getting more beautiful day by day. Even w-when you're hormones are out of balance and w-when you act crazy...." Chloe throws her pencil at me and miss.

,,Don't remind me. Those are the worst mood swings ever." I close the history book, because I want to talk more about Chloe's baby. I know Chloe doesn't like when I say 'her baby', but I can't help feeling that way.

,,I got an idea. You already know that I'll be there for you and your baby forever, but now I w-was thinking, I could stay w-with you and it for the first couple of months. I can even take care of it, so you'll have some rest." I suggest.

,,You know what, that sounds like a very good idea." Chloe puts all her school stuff back in her bag. ,,I'm through with this for today. Want to listen to some music?" She points over to her stereo she got from me for her birthday. I nod and she turns it on. The DJ announce that the next song is a Racoon original. 'Love you more' begins to play and immediately I turn to Chloe.

,,Hey, our song is playing." I say, sliding closer to her on the couch. Chloe nods her head.

,,I remember." At the auditorium, where I asked Chloe to marry me, I played this song on the background. We danced and remained that way for the rest of the night. I stand up from the couch and hold out my hand like I did that day. Obliging, Chloe takes my hand and I help her up. When she's in my arms, I pull her closer and make sure there is no open space between us. I can't help but smile as I feel her belly press gently against my own. Chloe sigh as she lay her head against my chest. I close my eyes and imagine that Chloe and I are on the beach, dancing together as wife and wife. Suddenly my eyes widen when I hear Chloe cry in pain. ,,Ow." She cries and grab her stomach.

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