After

Due to Clarke’s night shifts, Beca hadn’t seen her in three days when she woke up screaming after yet another Chloe nightmare. Wiping away her tears, she searched for her phone, wondering when this would ever stop. “Oh great”, she mumbled as she noticed it was only 6:04 a.m., she knew herself well enough to understand that she wouldn’t be able to catch more sleep. However, she could feel how much her body needed those extra hours and furthermore it was a Sunday, she didn’t even have to get up… Disappointed and mad at herself, Beca stepped out of the bed on her way to her laptop, when suddenly a wild thought overwhelmed her. Clarke’s shift would end within half an hour and she could imagine falling asleep next to her sexy girlfriend. Her conversation with Raven the other week had strengthened Beca’s confidence and knowing that her girlfriend had struggled a lot more than she’d ever held possible, made her belief she wouldn’t be turned off by her tears and nightmares. So instead of fleeing in work, she would flee into Clarke’s arms, somehow she smiled by that idea. With trembling hands Beca reached for her phone again and typed a message to her girlfriend.

The possibility of Clarke coming over didn’t really help Beca to fall back asleep, quite the opposite actually. Her thoughts were still being tormented by images of a death Chloe when she closed her eyes, but now doctor Clarke Griffin was there, trying to save her life. This was so confusing and upsetting that Beca gave it up and went to her laptop anyway. Not that she could be productive now, instead she decided to spend some brainless minutes on Instagram. When her phone finally vibrated, she was so relieved that she almost let her laptop fall on the floor. Of course it was an answer from Clarke – what else could it be at 6:32 on a Sunday morning – and she promised to be there in ten minutes. Beca let herself fall back into bed, wondering why she’d deserved such an amazing girlfriend.

By the time Clarke arrived Beca’s eyes were still red and her hair – well let’s not even go into that – but someone she realized that none of this would matter. They’d been dating for a while now and she was pretty sure Clarke wouldn’t run away by the sight of some tear drained eyes. “Ah you  –,” Beca started as she opened the door, “Don’t”, Clarke interrupted her and she took the little brunette in her arms. “I wished you’d called me, then I could’ve left earlier.” Beca freed herself from the hug and sighed, “Nah, I’m okay Clarke.” “Hate to break it to you, but you don’t look like you are.” “Ugh whatever”, and she dragged her girlfriend to the bedroom, “Let’s please just end the talking and go to sleep. Certainly you’re tired after a whole night of hard labor.” “Oh so we’re doing this for me?” Clarke leaned over to kiss Beca “You know, there’s nothing wrong with admitting you are not an ice cold bitch.” Beca curled up in a ball and mumbled “Just shut up, I’m trying to sleep.” After she’d gotten out of her working clothes, Clarke laid down next to Beca and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Thank you for coming”, Beca whispered. Clarke hesitated, “You know, I really want to be here for you when you need me, Beca.” Carefully Beca turned around so that she was facing Clarke now, “And I for you, I… I’m not every night like this.” Clarke wiped away Beca’s tears, “Shh, I know, I know.”

A few hours later when Beca woke up, Clarke’s arms were still wrapped around her and she couldn’t remember when was the last time that she’d felt so… calm and comforted. Cautiously, she left the bed and started to prepare some breakfast. If Clarke could be the perfect girlfriend to fall asleep with, she wanted to be the perfect one to wake up with.

“Mmm, this smells amazing!” Clarke shouted as she entered the living room in one of Beca’s plaid shirts. “Damn and I thought I looked good in those”, Beca said with a wink as she shoved a plate in Clarke’s hands. Upon taking her first bite, Clarke muttered “No seriously, I would love to wake up like this every day!” “Well, I wouldn’t mind seeing your sexy sleepy head at lunch either.” There was a long awkward pause, during which they both tried to focus as much on their food as humanly possible, until Beca blurted out: “Why don’t we just do it then? You know, move in together? My apartment is big enough and you are spending most of your time here anyway and so we could see each other even when you’ve those fucking night shifts and... eh I mean only if you want to of course?” But Clarke had already left her chair and took Beca’s face between her hands, “I love you Beca Mitchell and I want nothing more than to spend every minute of my free time with you.” “Ugh. Don’t get too sensitive please”, Beca said before kissing Clarke with so much passion that she knew she didn’t have to say the next words, but since she wasn’t always an ice cold bitch, she did it anyway: “I love you too, Clarke.”