Bechloe Oneshots

4. War and Kids

Heyy. Sorta angsty. Who am I kidding? It's very angsty.

"I don't get it Becs," Chloe murmured, curled into her girlfriend's side. Planes flew overheard and the sound of gunfire rang through the air. Beca pulled her closer, eyes trailing over the medic band around her arm. "I don't understand it too," she mumbled, tears slowly pouring down her face. They didn't want this. They didn't want to be drafted in the third world war. They weren't supposed to meet again after college in the trenches of a battlefield. Their story was supposed to be sweet and funny. not sad and tragic. But at least they'll always be together right?

"Why do we even fight?" Chloe cried, scared out of her wits. "'Cause someone always disagrees and things escalate. We have to protect ourselves, and everything we love," Beca gazed down at her girlfriend. Despite the overall dirtiness of the trenches, she still glowed. Flowing red hair and sparkling blue eyes, brightening each deary day. "I love you Becs," Chloe placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Marry me," Beca suddenly blurted, "I love you. Please. Marry me." Happy tears welled in Chloe's eyes. "Yes. Yes. Yes," she blubbered. "I love you."

They sat there for a while longer, drinking in the thought of actually getting married. "Would you want kids?" Chloe whispered. "I don't know if I'd be a good mom though." "You'd be a great mom Becs. I know it's fast but when we finally get out of here, let's start a family. And we can be happy. Together." They shared a hopeful smile. "Of course. I love you Chlo."

The sun began to set, creating a blend of pinks, oranges, and yellows in the sky. Both girls were now on duty, Chloe tending to the injured and Beca manning a gun. Don't ask me how, for nobody knows, somehow a young boy, only a toddler, got in range of the battle. Chloe gasped, pointing to the boy, only 8 feet away from Beca's gun. "BECA!" she called, "There's a kid!" Curse her maternal instinct, the redhead ran towards the boy, about to climb out of the trench and grab him. Instead, she caught the boy, who had been thrown her way. She wished she could unsee what happened next.

That little boy, so young and innocent, waddled straight in front Beca's gun. In a split second decision, Beca jumped over the trench, and ran straight to the boy. Bullets whizzed all around. Shrapnels littered the ground. She scooped the boy into her arms and ran. She wouldn't make it and Beca knew that in her heart. So she tossed the boy into the trenches, just as the enemy sent bullets her way.

Chloe couldn't believe it. Right in front of her eyes was her fiancee, lying a mere three feet away. "BECA!" she screamed, trying to break free of the hands holding her back. The girl thrashed, breaking free. Clawing her way to Beca, she grabbed the collar of her shirt. "Becs. Becs. Beca," she shouted. Stormy blue eyes watched back. "Chlo," she whispered. The ginger let out a sigh of relief, starting to pull Beca towards the trenches.

She didn't seem too bad, three bullet wounds, only one possibly fatal. "Becs, keep your eyes open," Chloe begged, opting to drag her by the legs for the last two feet. "Chlo. Chlo. There's a-" Beca fell silent. Then Chloe lost her grip.

Someone launched them self onto her back, just as a mortar fell. The explosion blasted them forwards, a third of a foot from the trenches. "Becs?" Chloe softly called. Her head was throbbing and everything was blurry. "Becs?" Hands reached out to pull her in. But one hand clasped her hand and it was all she needed. "I'm here."