Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter CLVIX - Bechloe: Grow Old With Me

Idea by Jace1002

Once upon a time, there lived a brown-haired blue-eyed girl in a small house with her loving grandparents. Unfortunately, our little blue-eyed heroine had lost her parents to a car accident. The girl was devastated but nonetheless, she had her grandparents who loved her more than anything in the entire world. They bought her whatever she wanted, made sure she had the best of the best, and filled her with candy until the cows came home. 

One day, the little girl went to the big fridge in her grandparent's kitchen, famished beyond belief. The fridge was filled with food galore but there was something in particular that the girl found of interest - meatloaf. It was freshly baked and the sight of its glistening brown coat made the young girl's mouth water. She took the loaf, cut it up, and ate until her heart was content.

Little did the girl know that her grandmother loved cooking but nobody loved her meatloaf! She had given up on making it but thought she would give it one last try before she put it away forever. So you could only imagine the look on her face when she saw her granddaughter sitting at the kitchen table happily eating away.

"George!" The woman yell-whispered to her husband who rushed over. "Look!"

The man was struck dumb. Her granddaughter was eating her meatloaf and ENJOYING it. Amazing!

"I didn't think anybody liked your meatloaf," the man said and the woman scolded him.

"Darling," the grandmother stepped over to her granddaughter. "Why didn't you tell me you liked meatloaf?"

"You have never made it," said the girl.

"Why do you like it so much?"

The girl swallowed the food in her mouth and responded, "Because my mom used to make it for me all the time."

Both of the grandparent's hearts melted right then and there. Our little heroine was so sweet and enjoyed the simple things in life.

Later that night, the little girl and her grandparents played games, ate candy, and the girl was even taught how to make meatloaf on her own just like her mother used to make it!

With her belly full, the little girl fell asleep on her grandmother's lap. The woman carefully picked the girl up and carried her upstairs, careful not to wake the sleeping angel. The grandmother pulled the unicorn sheets back from the bed and tucked the girl underneath.

"Goodnight, my sweet girl," the woman's voice was soft and sweet. "I love you."

The woman kissed the girl's head and smiled at her lovingly before she left the room. Our little heroine, even though deep in sleep, managed to quirk up a tiny smile in the corners of her mouth. She really did love that meatloaf.

"The end," Beca concludes.

"That sounds like me!" Little Rosie states, smiling at her grandma. "I love meatloaf!"

"You sure do, kiddo," Beca ruffles her hair.

"I love your meatloaf more than anything."

"Well, just like that little girl in the story, my grandmother used to make it for me."

"Can you teach me how to make it one day, grandma?"

"Of course, baby girl. I'd love to." Beca leans down and kisses the girl's head. "Now, off to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"Can we make meatloaf before mommy comes to get me?"

Beca chuckles. "Yes, my girl. We can."

Standing, Beca turns on Rosie's nightlight that projects stars, unicorns, and other shapes along the wall whilst playing a soft melody that takes the girl into her dreams within minutes. Beca turns the main light off and shuts the door.

"You forgot to pick up a new story book for her, didn't you?"

Beca laughs at her wife's voice coming from behind her. Beca turns to see the redhead smiling at her.

"Improv isn't really my thing but I thought I did okay this time."

"Yes, you weren't too bad." Chloe takes Beca's hand and leads her down the stairs. "You do make one Hell of a meatloaf though, Becs."

"My grandma taught me well."

"I know and she would be very proud of you and so would your mom."

The mention of the two most loved women in Beca's life (despite her wife of course) makes her tear up a little. Chloe always knows just what to say in these wistful moments.

"Thanks, Chlo," Beca grins. "I think they would be, too."

Chloe kisses her wife's cheek. "Come on, let's get some ice cream and watch a movie. It's time we have some time to ourselves now that Rosie is in bed."

"Sounds good to me, babe."

Beca presses a kiss to Chloe's cheek as she sits down on the couch and welcomes her wife who comes baring chocolate chip ice cream and a blanket. Despite being married for thirty-two years, Chloe still loves curling up on the couch with a yummy snack and a blanet, despite what season it is and Beca loves her for it.

Chloe turns on the TV and picks out a comedy. Beca isn't fussed on what they watch. She is just happy that she is going to teach her granddaugher the Mitchell family recepie of meatloaf tomorrow and she is happy that she still has such a loving and supporting wife by her side and she couldn't ask for anything more.