Note to past self:You may be asking how you should tell Jesse you're pregnant.

My answer is:DON'T.

He got so excited, thought he might pass out.

Then maybe I could get some peace and quiet.

"You're WHAT?" He asked for the millionth time.

"Yep. For serious, Jesse, will you shut up about it now?" I said, now changing the channel on the TV, searching for music videos.

It had started out as amusing, right before it got annoying.

He just kept repeating himself.

Calm down, Beca.

It's only a short period of time before he just melts into a puddle.

But he didn't melt into a puddle. He just kept repeating himself.

"JESSE SWANSON! YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY MADE ME SOOO MAD, THAT YOU WILL BE THE ONE COOKING DINNER TONIGHT! I DON'T CARE HOW BAD IT TASTES, EITHER! NO BUTS!" I yelled.

Oh, no. I hate myself if I've made him cry.

Jesse's just like a puppy. You can't help but love him. And he's sensitive.

"Yes, m'aam!" He says. "What do you want for dinner?"

I smiled. I could get used to this.

"Is seafood okay? Your fried shrimp is the only thing that doesn't end up garbage." I said.

"Sure." He said before running to the kitchen.

"Sooo, is it a boy or a girl?" He asked.

"How am I supposed to know? I'm only two months along." I snapped.

"Ah, that's my brat." He said, smiling.

"Nerd, what does it take to upset you today?" I asked.

"The world to explode.I came home to the greatest news on Earth, you told me my shrimp doesn't suck, and I got a promotion today!" He said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yup!" He replied.

"God, Jess, why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

He didn't answer. "Beca, are you happy?" He asked.

"Of course, I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked.

"You just don't seem like the type to want kids." He said.

"I am now. I love you, Nerd." I said.

"I love you, too." He said.