Bechloe Oneshots

10. Too Late

Dried tears left tracks down her cheeks. Beca nursed her beer bottle, glancing around the room. Their tiny apartment only had one apartment; it wasn't crowded though. At least not anymore. She got up from the rocking chair, her fingers ghosting over the crib. She flopped onto their queen bed, grabbing onto three stuffed bears, one with a red shirt saying 'I'm Gonna Be A Mommy', a yellow one and a green one, both saying 'I Love My Mommies'. Tears streamed down her face once again, as the brunette curled into a ball. Crying herself to sleep. Alone.

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For the hundredth time this week, tears trickled down Beca's face. Life wasn't worth it; not without Chloe. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. Beca glanced in the mirror; Brooklyn and Darren did their squinty smiley thing at the sight of their mom's face.

Brooklyn had a tuft of red hair, and captivating blue eyes. She was a mini Chloe, as cliche as it seemed. Darren was just like Beca. A head of brown curls and darker blue eyes. It was a miracle really, the couple had just looked for the sperm donor who looked closest to Beca; Chloe was carrying the babies. To their surprise, they got two, not just one baby.

'You have to live for the kids.' Beca reminded herself. She focused back on the road. The light was yellow, so she started making the left turn onto their apartment street. A pick up truck came speeding down the street. It was all a blur.

Beca blinked twice and it was over. The car was on it's side; the tires still spinning. She raised a hand to her head. It came back with blood. It was a minor cut though. Pieces of glass was embedded in her face as she wriggled out the passenger door. Her legs shook as she made her way to the back doors. She could hear crying. Her babies crying out for their momma. She yanked the door open, motherly instinct running through her veins. Brooklyn seemingly watching her mother, but her eyes were empty. Beca bit back tears, squirming under the car seat to her son. The crying continued to echo though her ears, Darren screaming for help. His mouth was open; a soundless wail. Blood trickled down his face. Eyes closed; he could have been sleeping. Beca let out a helpless whimper, collecting her son in her arms. She crawled back out, watching as people gathered around the pick up truck. She hugged both her kids tight, sobbing in the middle of the road.

You shout it out

But I can't hear a word you say

I'm talking loud, not saying much

She sang softly. Paramedics and doctors crowded around. But they too late. Again. They were too fucking late.

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Beca bolted awake, looking around for her wife. She grit her teeth at the empty room around her. "Why Chlo?" she sobbed, "Why did you go?"

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The brunette looked up from her beautiful baby girl. They were so lucky. She placed her back in the cradle, looking at her wife. "Chlo?" The precious redhead didn't respond. "Chloe? Chloe!" Beca rushed over to the bed and jabbed the help button. Her wife was pale, and her lips were turning blue. "Where are they?" she yelled, pushing the help button again and again. "HURRY UP!" she cried helplessly as she cradled her wife's head in her hands. A doctor briskly walked in, pushing Beca aside.

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The DJ sat oh their bed. Her bed, nothing left to cry. She left nothing. She was empty. The only thing that lulled her to sleep was kids giggling and a serene voice calling after them, It was only a figment of her imagination. We could have been like that she thought to herself, as she sat in the dark room. But she was too late.

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"I'd like to introduce our latest guest; singer, songwriter, producer, DJ... Beca Mitchell!" Beca walked out from backstage with her three teddy bears. "Hi Ellen," she greeted blandly. The bags under her eyes were covered by layers of makeup; but the sorrow in her eyes weren't. She plastered on a fake smile, just for the cameras. "So Beca, could you tell me about your new album, or maybe your bears?" Ellen suggested. The brunette took a deep breath and for once, a genuine smile came on her face. "These are Chloe, Darren, and Brooklyn. I bring them with me," her voice broke, "Because they're always here." Ellen nodded solemnly, "And what about your new album?" Beca cleared her throat and hugged the bears tighter. "My new album's called Too Late."