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Child Brides

Prompt from Tumblr User Anonymous: Beca and Chloe were childhood best friends and got “married” when they were 7. Chloe’s family moves away, and they lose touch. Beca never forgets her and always wears her “wedding ring” around her neck. Fast forward, they are both now 25, and Beca takes her dog to the vet. It turns out Chloe is the vet.

Beca was getting dressed to take her dog to the park. The last thing she needed to do was put on the necklace she’s worn every single day since she was ten. Beca Mitchell hooked the chain around her neck, then moved her hands around to lift the ring that hung from it so she could look at it. It was a ritual she’s done every morning since her “wife” moved away. Beca laughed as she remembered back to her “wedding day” eighteen years before.

Seven-year-old Beca and her friends were playing in Beca’s backyard when her best friend, and fellow seven-year-old, Chloe Beale, asked her to marry her. Beca loved Chloe, so of course, she said yes.

“You’re both girls,” Bumper Allen said. “Girls can’t marry girls.”

“Yes, they can,” Chloe said, stomping her foot with her hands on her hips. “We love each other, and when two people love each other, they get married.”

“I’ll be the minster,” Stacie Conrad said.

“You can’t be the minster,” Bumper said. “Only boys are minsters.”

“My mommy said that girls could do anything and be anything they want to be,” Aubrey Posen said, pushing Bumper.

Bumper fell to the ground and started crying. Everyone laughed, and Bumper jumped up and ran home, calling for his mother.

“Beca needs a dress,” Aubrey said. “And you both need a ring and flowers.”

Beca scrunched her nose at having to wear a dress.

“I don’t like dresses,” she said.

“Please, Beca? Wear one for me,” Chloe said, her big blue eyes staring at Beca.

“Fine,” Beca said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll wear a dress but only for you.”

“Thanks, Beca,” Chloe said and kissed Beca on the cheek.

Beca wiped her cheek with her hand. “Ew, don’t kiss me.”

“We have to kiss,” Chloe said. “Everyone who gets married has to kiss.”

Beca sighed. “Fine,” she said. “But I’ll only kiss you.”

“I’m okay with that,” Chloe said with a big smile.

“Okay,” Aubrey said, clapping her hands. “Let’s get this wedding started.”

“Wait, we don’t have any guests. And we don’t have any rings or flowers,” Stacie said.

“Wait,” Beca said. “I have some rings. I’ll be right back.”

Beca ran off and went up to her room. She searched through her stuff and found two plastic holders with plastic rings in them that she got out of one of those gumball type machines. She pulled the holders apart and grabbed the two rings. She ran out of her room.

As she passed through the dining room, she grabbed the artificial flowers from the counter separating the dining room from the kitchen.

“Mom, I’m taking these for the wedding,” Beca called out to her mother as she ran outside.

“That’s fine,” Mrs. Mitchell said, not paying attention. “Wait. Wedding?”

Mrs. Mitchell wiped her hands on a dishtowel and followed Beca outside.

“What’s this about a wedding?” Mrs. Mitchell asked when she saw Beca’s friends standing around.

“I have the rings,” Beca said, holding them out for all to see.

“Beca?” Mrs. Mitchell said, getting Beca’s attention. “Would you please tell me what’s going on here?”

“Chloe and I are getting married,” Beca responded.

“Oh,” Mrs. Mitchell said. “Why was I not invited to my own daughter’s wedding?”

“Sorry, mommy,” Beca said, looking down at the ground.

Chloe walked over and hugged Beca. Beca looked up and smiled at her.

“We’re sorry, Mrs. Mitchell,” Chloe said. “We’re still planning everything and hadn’t gotten to our guest lists yet.”

“I have the rings and the flowers,” Beca said, holding them out for all to see.

“I’m the minster,” Stacie said proudly.

“Minister,” Mrs. Mitchell corrected. “The minister marries them.”

“Oh,” Stacie said. “I’m the min-is-ster.”

“And since I’m Chloe’s best friend,” Aubrey said. “I’m the maid of honor.”

“Who is my maid of honor?” Beca asked. “Chloe’s my best friend.”

“I can’t be your maid of honor if I’m marrying you,” Chloe said sadly.

“I’ll be your maid of honor if you’d like,” Mrs. Mitchell said.

“I like that,” Beca said, smiling at her mother. “Thanks, mommy.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie. Now, shouldn’t you be wearing a dress?” Mrs. Mitchell asked, smiling, knowing what Beca’s reaction to wearing a dress would be.

“Moooommmmm,” Beca whined. “I was hoping they forgot about that part.”

“You promised you’d wear a dress for me, Beca,” Chloe said, pouting.

“Fiiiinnnne,” Beca said. “I’ll wear a stupid dress.”

“You don’t really want to marry me,” Chloe said and started crying.

“Beca, you made Chloe cry,” Aubrey said. “Say you’re sorry right now!”

“I’m sorry, Chloe,” Beca said and hugged her redheaded friend. “Don’t cry. I’ll keep my promise and wear a dress. My mom can help me pick one out. That’s what moms are supposed to do when their daughter gets married. Right, mom?”

“That’s right, Beca,” Mrs. Mitchell said, reaching out to Beca. “Let’s go find you a pretty dress that matches Chloe’s pretty dress.”

Beca took her mother’s hand and went into the house to change.

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