Beca and Chloe had gotten married a few years after college. A few years after that, they had children. Beca had a little boy and Chloe a girl. Jean and Nathan were normal kids. Jean loved singing, like her mother, and was popular at school. Nathan was very smart. He got into a great college and became a doctor. Jean, however, had a little obstacle.
"Mom." She said one night. She was a senior in high school.
"What is it Sweetie?" Beca replied.
"Can you help me out?"
"It depends. What's wrong?"
"I think I might be...um."
"Jeanie, what's wrong?" Beca was getting worried, really worried.
"I made a mistake." Jean said. "I'm pregnant."
Beca stared at her daughter in shock.
"You're only seventeen! At your age I hadn't even kissed!"
"Mom, now's not the time to lecture me."
"Does Mommy know?"
"No, she'd freak out."
"She's going to freak out."
"She doesn't have to know."
"I'm pretty sure she'll notice when you grow and give birth to a tiny human in nine months." Beca said.
"That doesn't have to happen."
"Jean."
"Drive me?"
"Absolutely not! I am not taking you so you can kill an innocent little human being. I might be mean, but I'm not that mean."
"Mom." Jean whined.
"You are having a baby whether you like it or not!" Beca yelled.
"What?!" Chloe said from the doorway.
"Hi Mommy." Jean said, faking a smile.
"A baby?! No. Not my little Jeanie Bean!" Chloe said. She was crying.
"Mommy, please don't cry." Jean said. Beca walked over to Chloe and took her head into her arms.
"Ssshhh, Baby it's going to be okay." Beca whispered.
"I'll leave you two to talk." Jean said and went to leave.
"Not so fast, young lady." Beca said, still holding Chloe's head.
"What?" Jean asked.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Jean." Beca said.
"I love you Jeanie Bean." Chloe said between sobs. "But why? Why would you go out and get pregnant. Why?"
"I don't know. I got caught up in the moment."
"Was it Maks?" Beca asked.
"Yes. He's so hot isn't he?"
"He's not a nice guy." Beca said. "Please go up to your room. I have to talk to Mommy."
Jean walked up to her room.
"You okay, Chlo?" Beca asked, stroking her wife's wavy red hair.
"I'm too young to be a grandma. She's too young to be a mom!"
"I know."
Weeks passed and soon Jean's body was changing.
"Mom!" Jean yelled down to Beca.
"Coming!" Beca said and ran up to her daughter's bedroom. "What's wrong?"
"I'm really fat." Jean pouted.
"You look just like your mother when she was pregnant with you. You look beautiful."
"You think so?" Jean asked and admired her body in the mirror.
"A bit young, but beautiful." Beca said. "Twenty two."
"What?"
"I was twenty two when I first 'did it'" Beca admitted.
"Weirdo." Jean laughed.
"Your mom shoved me onto my bed and insisted we did it right then and there. Fat Amy walked in on us and yelled 'bloe is real!'" Beca laughed at the memory. "I was mortified."
"How old was Mommy?" Jean asked.
"I don't know. She doesn't talk about her boyfriends much. I know it wasn't with me." Beca said, thinking back to that day in the shower.
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Six years later...
"Grandmas!" Marie yelled and ran up the Beca and Chloe.
"Hey there little weirdo." Beca said and lifted her granddaughter into her arms.
"I heard someone started kindergarten." Chloe said.
"That's me! I did!" Marie said.
"Tell us all about it." Chloe said. She and Beca both loved their granddaughter and wouldn't trade her for the world.
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