Bechloe - One For My Baby

Chapter XXIV

The day was long, painful, and distressing, but Chloe was able to tell Mark and Beca what had been happening to her at home. Mark was taken aback but he was extremely proud of Chloe for telling him and Beca as well. He never imagined his daughter would experience something like this but he was glad that Beca was willing to help Chloe just as he was. After speaking with Chloe, Mark decided to let Chloe go back to her home on Monday until he figured out what to do about the situation. Beca was infuriated, stating how it wasn't right but Mark and Chloe were able to convince Beca it was the safest thing to do until Mark came up with a plan that would keep everybody safe. Beca still wasn't happy about it but she understood and Chloe was grateful for that.

It was lunchtime and Beca had decided to take Chloe out for a nice lunch at a seafood restaurant. Chloe hadn't tried much seafood before but she was eager to give it a go and not to Beca's surprise, Chloe ate everything on her plate and then some. It made Beca happy to see her girlfriend eat so much but curious as to why she was so hungry all the time. Now that Beca had known the truth about Chloe's life, she felt more comfortable to ask her girlfriend.

"Hey, Chlo?" Beca spoke as she walked through the park with Chloe hand in hand.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you're able to tell me why you eat so much? Like, why you don't get enough food?"

Chloe was hesitant but Beca had discovered her biggest secret so there was no point in hiding anything anymore.

"Daddy doesn't want me to get fat," she answered and Beca nearly tripped up on her feet.

"G, get fat?"

"Yeah,"

"Is he serious?"

"Yes."

"So... he... he doesn't give you enough food so you don't get fat?"

"Well, it's not that he doesn't give me enough food, he just limits the things I eat so I don't get fat. He wants me to be healthy and I have to trust him."

"Chlo..." Beca sighed. "He's purposefully not giving you enough. Limiting what you eat is the same thing as not giving you enough, in this regard anyway."

"He's not?"

"No. You don't eat anywhere near enough, baby, and your body wants more - that's why you eat so much. Do you know how much you weigh?"

"No," Chloe shook her head. "But I don't want to get fat either."

"You're not fat, Chlo. You are FAR from fat. You're underweight. You've got to be at least one-hundred pounds."

"How much do you weigh?"

"About one-hundred and ten. I'm at a healthy weight but I don't think you are."

"No?"

"Babe," Beca chuckled. "You don't have an ounce of fat on you nor enough muscle tissue. I feel like if I cuddle you too hard you'll snap in half."

"Beca!" Chloe giggled, swatting her girlfriend's arm.

"It's true!"

Chloe just tutted and bumped into the brunette's arm as they continued walking.

"Are you feeling okay after you spoke with dad?"

"Yes," Chloe nodded with a little laugh. "That's, like, the fiftieth time you've asked me that."

"I'm not taking my chances. All the times I should have asked if you were alright when you weren't, I didn't ask. I'm not going to do that again."

"You weren't to know, Becs. It's okay."