A/N:Hey, I realized that I wrote I own nothing in the last chap. I meant the movies! I do own the story.
Beca's POV
"Good morning, sleepy head!" I sang to my son.
He sat up and laughed.
"Mom, did Aunt Chloe give you coffee?" He asked.
"Actually, yes, she did." I said.
" I've never seen you so happy." He said.
"Well, I really am happy whe never I'm with you, Toby." I said.
"Even when I'm bad?" He asked.
"Yes, although I wouldn't want you to feed any of the dogs any more chocolate pudding, okay?" I asked.
"Okay." He replied.
"Good. Now, it's time for you to get dressed and go to school." I said.
"Okay! Who's driving me today?" He asked.
"The bus. We have a new dog coming in early this morning." I said.
"Aunt Chloe can't drive me?" He asked.
"Afraid not." I said.
"Hey, Mom, I have an idea!" He said.
"What?" I said, expecting one of his usual childish ideas.
"Why don't you call Dad?" He asked.
I froze, getting tense.
"Why would I do that?"
"Mom, don't be silly! Dad can drive me!" He said.
"Absolutely not, young man! Now go get dressed!" I yelled.
He really wanted to test the boundaries now. "SpongeBob shirt and shorts?" He asked.
"I don't care, just go!" I yelled.
He had his father's blond hair and blue eyes, but he had my smile. His dad's smile just killed me in college.
He had only met his father twice, and he had loved him.
It was very awkward for me.
I walked into the kitchen, crying.
"More coffee, I need more coffee." I mumbled as I ran to the coffee maker.
Chloe, who was sitting at the table, sat down the Cosmopolitan magazine she was reading and sighed. "Did Toby ask about his dad again?"
I took a sip of the coffee I had brewed. "Yes."
The coffee burned my throat, but I didn't care.
"Don't burn yourself! Look, I'll take him, if it's about his hatred for the bus." She said.
I nodded.
Just then,Toby came into the living room, dressed in the SpongeBob tee and black shorts, as he had promised.
"Hey, Tobes! I'm driving you to school today!" Chloe said.
"Yeah!" Toby cheered.
As soon as Chloe left with Toby, I received a knock on the door.
I expected it to be Chloe's newest Cosmopolitan magazine, but instead, I saw a guy standing there.
"It's you!" He said.
"Uh, hi?" I said.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jesse Swanson, and I was in the army. And you saved my life." He said.
"Oh, no, you must be confused. I was never on the battlefield." I said.
"Oh, but you were! See, I saw this laying around." He said, holding up a picture of me.
"And?" I asked.
"I ran to pick it up, and someone fired a gun at me. But, I dodged it, because of the picture of you." He said.
I was amazed.
"Wow. Come in. I have coffee." I said.
"Don't mind if I do, ma'am." He said.
"Anything for someone who served our country. And please, call me Beca." I said.
"Okay, Beca." He said.
As I poured his coffee, I wondered could I really have saved this man's life?