Emily's hands shook as she unwrapped the packaging around her test, looking to Beca for comfort and reassurance. It had been the ten day wait before the test could be taken, and this was the moment of truth. Whether she was pregnant or not, she would still have to go back to the doctor, either for an evaluation on round two of IVF or to get her pregnancy confirmed.

"Beca, i'm sorry." Emily said as she exited the bathroom.

"What happened Em?" Beca asks, suddenly concerned.

"I'm just saying it ahead of time because i'm gonna feel terrible if I'm not pregnant." she rambles, tears in her voice.

Beca reaches out, putting her hands on Emily's shoulders, then turning to put her arm around the tall girl, pulling her into a side hug, squeezing firmly.

"Em, it's gonna be okay because we'll be able to deal with it. But by no means would it ever be your fault. You're only the carrier, but it's Jesse's sample. And don't you think we would have tried this a long time ago if we knew it was gonna for sure work?"

Emily nods, and looks at Beca, who gestures to the bathroom, sending Emily back to read the results.

"Em?" Beca asks, her voice wavering nervously.

Emily peers out of the doorway in disbelief, a small grin being painted on her face.

"Aca- OMG!" She says, slowly building up her enthusiasm.

Beca wraps Emily into a grateful hug, ecstatic to tell Jesse the news, and nervous on how she would break it to him. But a part of her wanted to wait as a precaution, because there was still a chance that Emily might not be pregnant.

"Em, you've got to promise to keep it cool around Jesse. Just until we know to avoid any disappointment. We have to find a special way to break it to him." Beca smiles mischievously, and Emily nods.

XXX

As Emily's pregnancy was confirmed, and an ultrasound was printed, the two went to Beca's car, nervously chatting on how they would break it to Jesse, as Emily, as always overenthusiastic, squealed at the ideas that they were throwing out there. Until Beca felt something click.

"What's this about?" Jesse asks as Beca walks him into the room, her hands over his eyes and Emily in front, making sure that he wouldn't peek.

Beca sits him on their couch, uncovering his eyes as she clicks on their tv.

"I want you to watch the end of this movie, so I can change your life, and make ours memorable." Beca grins.

"Tina Fey's, Baby Momma?" Jesse asks confused.

"Classic?" Beca smirks.

"Not even close. Cheaper by the Dozen, Baby's Day out, even Juno… wait." Jesse suddenly lights up, as the credits roll after the last five minutes of the movie.

Jesse looks from Beca to Emily, and Beca pulls out a small paper bag, handing it to Jesse to peer inside. He pulls out the ultrasound, with a handwritten caption that reads: "Our bun is being baked in her oven."

Jesse puts down the ultrasound, jumping into Beca's arms and passionately kissing her until he's reminded by Emily's small voice clearing her throat, that she was still there. Jesse releases Beca from his grip and smiles at Emily, walking over as he and Beca sandwich Em into a hug.

"We can't thank you enough, Legacy." Beca says, overwhelmed by emotions.

XXX

"Pink means pregnant." The doctor had said, dipping a test paper stick, containing the same kind of paper in a pregnancy test, into a sample cup of Emily's urine.

As he dipped the tip in, Emily sat on the exam table with Beca beside her, watching as the doctor pulled the HCG strip out and watched as the tip appeared a very faint pink, and slowly darkened in the next two minutes. Emily's eyes widened and her heart raced, even though she felt tension leave, and her thoughts quicken.

Beca on the other hand, stood quietly, feeling Emily's hand squeeze hers as she took time to absorb the news slowly, unsure of how to appropriately express her gratitude. So instead of jumping up and down like she expected to do, she felt tears sting in the back of her eyes, overwhelmed by the joy the child was already bringing, and her thankfulness for a friend like Emily.

After he left, the girls hugged, Emily jumping down from the table and pushing herself into the corner to redress, dropping her robe and staring down at her not for long flat stomach, housing the baby that they had desperately wanted. And he or she was finally coming.

And once Emily finally hit the six week mark in her pregnancy a few weeks later, it was becoming apparent that she was pregnant, at least to her and Beca, and it was the beginning of when her pregnancy would start to feel like the real thing.

Beca woke up in the middle of the night, upon hearing a stirring coming from the bathroom, and the sound of the toilet running after it flushes for the second time.

"Emily? What are you doing up?" Beca asks in surprise to see her up at the wee hours of the morning.

"I'm sick, obviously. I've been in here since we went to bed at 11:30." She groans as she kneels next to the toilet, laying her arm on the seat, and resting her head on it.

Beca grabs a cloth and wets it, handing it to Emily as she helps her stand. Once on her feet, she leans her head on Beca as Beca holds her up, feeling her forehead with her hand, then to her stomach.

"Yep, you're pregnant." She confirms sarcastically.

"Please tell me it gets easier." Emily whimpers, but Beca only shakes her head.

"Wish I could kiddo, but I never made it past my second trimester." Beca informs her and Emily groans more.

"Wait here." Beca demands, as she leaves Emily on her bed and walks into the next.

"Chloe? Wake up, Emily needs advice." Beca shakes the frizzy haired ginger out of her sleep.

"Huh?" Chloe asks with sleep induced confusion.

"Emily is experiencing morning sickness first hand, and I think you might be the one she needs to hear from." Beca informs her as Chloe slowly sits up.

"Em?" Chloe asks as she lightly knocks on her bedroom door a few minutes later, looking in to find Emily leaning against the bathroom door, a second garbage can near her side, and her blanket wrapped comfortably, warmly snuggled around her.

"Uhn…" Emily moans, laying over on her side.

"How are you feeling, baby girl?" Chloe asks, squatting beside her.

"Like aca-awful." She throws in the pun in order to slightly lighten the moment.

"Aw, I can't say it will get better or worse, but I do know it'll be worth it. You're aca-amazing!" Chloe consoles her, stroking her hair as Beca smiles, agreeing.

Beca helps Chloe to her feet, and Chloe reaches for Emily, walking the brunette to bed and throwing her blanket over her, then places a trash can next to her bed, as well as a plastic cup of water from the bathroom sink.

The night wasn't any easier for Emily, especially when she had thrown up everything to a point when she would start dry heaving, and wound up sleeping in, feeling the worst she had felt in months. Usually she was pretty energetic, but felt it leave, as the days went on and she coped with it, taking nausea vitamins, and forcing herself to take the mornings more slowly, avoiding any head rushes or sudden nausea upon moving too fast.

And Bella rehearsals weren't any easier on her. She had thrown up at the conclusion of their set, and sat by Beca at the piano, drinking small sips of water, while helping Beca to the best of her ability, choose and arrange the songs, so that the other's could nail down choreography.

"Em, i'm taking a lunch. Do you need anything?" Beca asks as she grabs her purse.

"I'm good, thanks mom." She assures her.

Emily rests her head on the piano keys cover, feeling slightly better than she had in the last few weeks, but still not enough to fully be able to make it through a set without feeling nauseas. But as she reached ten weeks, then twelve, she felt it start to diminish, and narrow down to only a few hours of nausea in the morning. She was finally beginning to see the bright side of things, knowing every moment of being miserable was getting her closer to the end.