When I look at you

Everything will be ok in the end

"So when are you gonna tell her?"

Chloe's head snapped to the right-hand side, where Aubrey was sitting next to her, staring straight ahead. The two had been watching Beca and Jesse playing soccer, or rather just kicking the ball about, for about a half hour now. It was the twentieth of November, a week since the news that they had found Beca's shooter, and everything seemed to be going swimmingly well since then. Beca's injury had improved amazingly, and she even started remembering the tiniest bits of from when she was nineteen, up to when she was about twenty-one. But still, there was no sign of her remembering Chloe. But the redhead was still hopeful.

"What?"Chloe asks her best friend, as if it's the most ridiculous thing in the world. She thinks it is.

"You know what I mean, Chloe. You need to tell her."

"Aubrey, that's the stupidest-"

"-No, Chloe. It's not." Aubrey interrupted, and the redhead frowned as she looked back out onto the green where Beca was laughing at something that Jesse had said.

The two sat watching as Beca threw the ball at Jesse. She had a huge smile on her face, and it was as if nothing had happened to her. Chloe wished that nothing had happened, and sometimes she can forget that. Sometimes, early in the morning when she takes Beca coffee, she can pretend for a split second that Beca still remembers her, and they're still the happy couple that the world adore. Sometimes, she can just pretend that everything is how it was before. But like all good things, the feeling ends when she's reminded that Beca can't remember her. That Beca is as much her wife as Aubrey is.

"I'm scared." Chloe said after a few minutes of silence, not taking her eyes off of the small brunette who was now laid on the floor next to Jesse. She watched as Beca playfully hit Jesse in the stomach, and for a second the redhead felt a hint of jealousy within her. But she wasn't worried. Beca loved her. She knew it, and she wasn't going to give up on the tiny DJ until she admitted it.

"I know you're scared, Chloe. Hell, I'm scared. But that girl over there, yes, she might think she's still a kid, but she's not." Aubrey sighed. "She's your wife, and she loves you with everything that she is. She may not have realized it yet, but she does. I can sense it. She looks at you just like she looked at you on your wedding day four months ago. I always see her giving you a little glance every so often, and I see the love in her eyes. I promise you, Chloe, if you tell her the truth, then it won't change a thing. She's not the type to run. She's not like other people. She's one of a kind, and I know Beca. She won't leave you, no matter what the circumstance, even if she doesn't remember you. Yeah, it took me a while to warm up to her, and I was skeptical at first, but I just know it now. She's completely in love with you."

"Oh my God, Chloe look at her" Stacie started to bounce up and down, "Chloe look!"

"Stacie!" the redhead gave Stacie another stern glare which automatically made her stop jumping up and down like an idiot. "We're just 4 girls hanging out, okay? That's it."

They finally approached Beca, who took her sunglasses off and beamed at Chloe, "Hey!"

Chloe, who was now smiling brightly back at Beca, gave the small brunette a quick hug before introducing her to a now grinning Stacie. "Beca, this is Stacie, my best friend and roommate, and Stacie, this is Beca Mitchell."

Beca held her hand out to shake it with the taller girl's but was surprised when the taller woman pulled her in for a tight hug, "It's so great to meet you, Beca!"

"Thanks, you too." Beca replied awkwardly which earned another huge grin from the taller brunette.

She's gonna be riding this high for weeks. Chloe thought to herself. "So how's your day been so far Becs?"