Moments Like These (Bechloe)

Chapter 6

"You're finally home," Dr. Mitchell said when Beca walked inside, that same goofy grin on her face.

"Yeah," She said sitting her bag down and walking over to the couch.

Emily watched Beca closely and could tell something happened. She didn't know what is was, but she knew something did and she was determined to find out.

"Emily told me you said it was important," he began scolding her. "Was it more important than the family meeting I've been trying to have for the past three and a half hours?"

"Yeah," She said once more which pushed her father's buttons.

"Well I'll tell you what," he started standing up with Katherine trying to pull him back down. "When we get to the new house, Emily gets to pick her room."

"Wait," She said standing up. "We're moving?"

Beca turned to Katherine and Emily both for confirmation and they both nodded.

"Why the hell are we moving?"

"Because we need a spare bedroom in case someone comes over and we won't be able to do that in this house which you would have known if you were on time like you were supposed to be," he replied which caused his daughter to roll her eyes.

"I'm sorry that I decided to help a friend who needed a distraction for three hours instead of coming home to talk about moving out of the house I've been living in my whole life. All because what? It's absolutely necessary we have an extra bedroom that's just going to become a place where we throw all of our shit we don't want?" She started yelling. "You can't get mad at me for choosing to be with my friend when you're the one who didn't tell his daughter he was seeing someone until they were already engaged!"

"Rebeca Mitchell, you will not speak to me like that," her father scolded.

"Is there anything else you wanted to talk about other than moving to a new house?" She questioned wanting to just grab her stuff and go to her room. She had a wonderful time with Chloe and she didn't want the day to be ruined.

"We're getting married in March," he said and he walked away.

"I'm sorry guys," Beca apologized and grabbed her bag before making her way to her room.

"This is not happening," she muttered to herself as she took her shoes off and began to grab her clothes so she could take a shower.

"Bec?" She heard someone knock on the door. "It's Emily."

"You can come in but I was just about to take a shower," she said and the door opened.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about your dad," she said. "If I would have known he was going to get that mad I wouldn't have said anything."

"It's not your fault, Em," Beca said turning to her. "He just expects me to be on time and sometimes I can't do that."

"Right," the younger girl said sitting on her bed. "How was your day with Chloe?"

"It was good." Beca couldn't stop herself from smiling with just the mention of the redhead so Emily definitely knew something happened.

"Why are you so smiley?" She smirked and Beca shrugged.

"No reason," the striker replied, walking away and headed toward the bathroom.

"Rebeca," Emily said running to get in front of her.

The smaller girl raised an eyebrow before saying, "Get out of my way Emily."

"No, not until you tell me what happened."