Scissors

One year later…

Beca lifted herself from the bathroom floor, padded over to the sink to rinse out her mouth. She grimaced at her reflection in the mirror. Looking good this morning Mitchell, not. She didn't need the plus sign to show on the test on the counter. She knew what was happening. She knew. And that rat bastard husband of hers had some serious consequences coming his way for this cluster.

It wasn't that Beca wasn't thrilled with her life. She had two teenagers who beyond their serious sex talk of a year ago have now had an up close and personal look at the business of babies. Her last pregnancy progressed very much like the first two: horrendous morning sickness the first trimester, serious hormone swings the second trimester and the mood swings to the finish line that Jesse swore gave them all whiplash. But at the end, same as the first two times, Beca awoke from her post birth nap to see Jesse holding a newborn a look of such awe and love on his face that she reconsidered letting him touch her again.

Only this time it was not just Jesse crooning to the baby it was Dane and Sarah as well. The teenagers had not been in the room during delivery. Everyone had decided to forgo that but they had been just outside the door. They had been there through everything until the doctor announced it was "Time to Party". Twenty minutes later they were back in the room anxious to hold their new sister at the same time a little more frightened of their mother. Beca had no idea what she had yelled/screamed during that twenty minutes but it was enough that Dane and Sarah were impressed.

Little Lorelei Swanson most definitely ran this house and had her older siblings and father wrapped around her tiny little fingers. Beca had no issue with this. Jesse had always been an exemplary father and was teaching the older children by example how to be a parent. She was very proud.

At the same time, she had truly thought that was it.

Then the nausea returned.

Beca showered, dressed, collected her stick and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Jesse's consequences were imminent.

Beca walked into the kitchen and the site that met her eyes had her resolve faltering. Who doesn't melt seeing their family together at the table making funny faces at a baby? And such a cute baby. Beca took hold of her backbone, grabbed the scissors from the knife block moving to sit across the table from Jesse.

Jesse looked at Beca questioningly.

Slap. Onto the table went the positive pregnancy test.

Slam. Onto the table went the scissors.

Wordlessly Beca moved Jesse's phone next to the scissors. She reached out her right hand picked up the scissors in her left hand she picked up his phone then raising her eyes to his she said "you call your doctor and have a professional do it or I do it a little more old school."

Jesse didn't say a word. Just stood up taking Beca's face in both his hands kissing her hard on the mouth. "I love you so much Becs." Then he took the phone from Beca's hand and dialed his doctor. "Hey, yeah I need to schedule a vasectomy…." Still grinning a foolish grin he sauntered out of the kitchen.

Dane had had enough of his weird family. He picked up Lorelei tucked her in his arms saying "the baby and I are too young for this stuff" and exited the kitchen.

Sarah. Sarah just looked at her mother.

"I thought dad didn't get sex on his birthday anymore?"