A/N: Alright, I'm sorry for taking so long…been a hell of a week, but at least I only have to work a couple hours each day over the weekend so maybe I'll have some time to catch up on some writing. Y'all are great and thank you for the awesome comments, I love them all.

Disclaimer: Even though it's been a few days since my last update, I still don't own anything having to do with the PP franchise.

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Beca had figured she had a few weeks to get everything ready to marry Stacie. They had decided on a simple courthouse ceremony for the time being and then have a full blown wedding at her parents' place sometime later. Turns out, she didn't have a few weeks. Due to Isabella's size at their earlier ultrasound and Stacie's growth, Dr. Monroe asked Dr. Schroeder to do another ultrasound at her 36 week appointment.

So that's where the two girls sat, watching Dr. Schroeder as he moved the probe over Stacie's stomach and pushing a button every now and then to capture a picture that he needed. He hummed a little as he looked at the screen, his tone making Beca a bit nervous. When he was finished, he wiped the goop off of Stacie's stomach with a smile, "Alright, let's do some quick measurements and see what little Isabella is up to."

He moved the mouse and the arrow moved rapidly across the screen. A few quick taps to the buttons and a line appeared along a white region on the screen. He would give an occasional 'hmmm' or 'ohhh' as he worked. When he was finished he smiled at the two women, "Well, you're little girl is still happy and healthy. Aaand she's still a big girl. Now, estimates of size using ultrasound aren't the most exact, but I did a few different measurements and Dr. Monroe did an estimate when she was doing the Leopold's maneuvers earlier in your exam. Our best estimate is that little Isabella is pushing eight to nine pounds already. This is a little bit of a concern because babies gain about a pound a week during the last four to six weeks."

Stacie looked worriedly at Beca, "She'll be thirteen pounds if she goes to term. How am I supposed to deliver her, she'll be too big."

Beca held her hand and gave it a squeeze, "I'm guessing that's why we're here baby, so they can give us some options."

Dr. Schroeder nodded, "That's exactly why you're here. Now, Dr. Monroe will be back in shortly to go over those options with you."

The girls sat in silence for a minute, Beca just wrapping her arm around Stacie and holding the taller girl against her chest. Stacie finally gave a small sigh and snuggled tighter against Beca's shoulder, "Thanks for being here. I don't know what I'd do without you here."

Beca smiled and kissed the top of her head, "You'd be awesome, just like you always are." Stacie smiled against Beca's chest.

The two girls pulled away slightly but Beca's arm remained behind Stacie as a form of support for her fiancé when Dr. Monroe came back in. She smiled at Stacie and then gave Beca a small nod, "Well Dr. Schroeder tells me that you have the next linebacker for the Giants in there."

Stacie scoffed, "You mean Falcons."

Dr. Monroe gave a shrug, "Hey, can't blame a girl for trying to recruit good talent right out of the gate."

The two women shared a laugh as Beca just looked at them with a crinkle between her eyes. Dr. Monroe noticed and was about to say something when Stacie piped up, "Don't mind her, she finds sports to be 'boring and a waste of time'."

Beca scowled, "Well they are. And such a waste of university resources. Think of how much money could be put into academics instead of scholarships to athletes. Think of what it could do to art or music programs."

Stacie gave Beca's hand a reassuring pat, "I know Becs." She flicked her eyes between Beca and the doctor, "But now might not be the time."

Beca looked a little sheepish, "Sorry doc."

Dr. Monroe laughed, "Not a problem, at least you're passionate about it. Now, back to the baby; I really don't like c-sections unless there is a specific reason for them to be done so I'd like to suggest that we induce you at 38 weeks if you haven't already gone into labor. That should put little Isabella somewhere between eight and eleven pounds, which should lend itself to an uncomplicated delivery."

Stacie looked at Beca with a slightly concerned look. Beca gave her a reassuring smile, "Nothing to worry about sweetie, I bet the doc has been doing this a long time." Stacie nodded, her concerned look being replaced with a small smile.

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Beca sighed as she tugged on the sleeves of her suit coat. She couldn't believe she was actually marrying Stacie today. It was a rushed ceremony, what with the due date being pushed up by two weeks they needed to get it done ASAP. Beca promised Stacie that they would have a renewal ceremony whenever she wanted so that she could have the full wedding, dresses and everything that she deserved.

Beca continued pacing in front of the City Clerk's office waiting for Stacie to arrive. Amy put a hand on her arm to get her to stop pacing, "Becs, you look like you need some of my confidence."

Beca looked at her with wide eyes and Amy's hand slowly drifted towards her ass. Beca grabbed her arm and glared at her as Amy started laughing. Beca finally laughed with her, "No Amy, I do not need any of your butt confidence."

The two girls stopped their slight 'wrestling' match as Stacie and Chloe came around the corner in a rush. Beca's breath caught in her throat as she saw the white floral lace maternity dress Stacie had found. Beca breathed out, "Holy fuck you are beautiful Stace."

Stacie smiled as she took in her bride to be in her black pant suit over a white button up shirt with lace accents, "You don't look half bad yourself."

Beca moved over to take her hands, "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean I'm alright with waiting until everything calms down again and having a big wedding at your parents place if …"

Stacie put her finger over Beca's lips to silence her. She smiled as she caught the smaller girl's gaze, "I want to marry you, today, right now Beca Mitchell. Please don't make me wait."

Beca's lips pressed into a firm line and she nodded once, "Then let's get married." When Stacie nodded back, Beca's expression relaxed into a loose smile.

The entered the City Clerk's office and announced themselves. The receptionist informed them it would only be a minute or two for her to grab the officiant. They had barely moved to the seats when a man poked his head out of one of the side rooms and called their names. Beca looked into Stacie's eyes and gave a shy smile before linking their fingers together and going into the room. The officiant asked them if they had prepared any special vows or if they wanted the standard ceremony. Stacie smiled and asked if it was alright if they said their own vows and the officiant smiled and nodded.

The two girls stood in front of the officiant, holding hands and staring at each other while Amy stood on Beca's right and Chloe on Stacie's left. The two girls' smiles kept getting larger and larger as the officiant continued through the ceremony…they were getting married. The officiant finally asked them to say their vows.

Stacie took a deep breath, "Beca, when we first met almost six years ago now, I knew there was something special about you and that we were destined to be in each other's lives. As the years have passed, I have only gotten closer and closer to you, you have become my best friend, my lover and my life. I can't imagine spending a day without you in it. I love you."

Beca smiled as she heard a sniffle coming from behind Stacie and took a couple of Kleenex out of her pocket and handed them over to Chloe before taking Stacie's hand again. She was about to start her vows when she felt a tug on her coat sleeve. She turned to find Amy holding her hand out, her mascara starting to run. Beca gave her a soft smile and reached into her pocket, handing Amy a pair of Kleenexes as well.

Beca turned back to a smiling Stacie and met her smile with one of her own. She cleared her throat and started her own vows, "Stacie Marie Conrad, I have always felt when I'm with you. You once told me that we were inevitable and I believed you. What I didn't expect was how deeply I would fall in love with you. You fill the cracks in my heart and make me believe in love. I promise to always be there for you and to love you until my last breath."

Stacie looked at Beca with tears threatening to fall. Beca gave her a soft smile as she reached up and brushed the unshed tears away with her thumb before they both turned to the officiant. After they exchanged their rings, he smiled and pronounced them married. Beca smiled as she pulled Stacie in for a soft, lingering kiss.

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Stacie put the last of the things she wanted in her hospital bag with a small smile. She had a go bag all ready but they hadn't needed it, so she just had to repack it for their trip to the hospital in the morning. She gave a fond smile at the hallway as she watched Beca move past the doorway for the sixth time in the last five minutes. Stacie moved to the door after she closed the zipper on her bad, waiting for her wife (she still did internal cartwheels when she remembered Beca was now her wife) to walk by again. As Beca passed, Stacie moved into step behind her, following her to Isabella's room. She watched Beca fix the stuffed animal inside the crib for what Stacie figured was the sixth time tonight. Finally she moved over to her wife and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl's waist, resting her chin on Beca's shoulder, "Alright, enough of the pacing. Everything is perfect and we'll do just fine tomorrow."

Beca just sighed and seemed to deflate in Stacie's arms. Stacie gave a small frown before kissing the shell of Beca's ear, "Alright, what's wrong baby."

Beca ran her hands over the hands that were linked over her stomach, "What if I suck?"

Stacie squeezed her stomach a little tighter, "Suck at what Becs? Talk to me."

Beca sighed again, "Suck at being a mother. What if I drop her? You know I'm not the most coordinated person, I mean I couldn't even catch the pitch pipe when Aubrey threw it to me from three feet away. Or what if I ruin her and she can't make friends like I couldn't? I mean there's so many ways I can fuck this up Stace. Why are you even letting me around your kid?"

Stacie gave a small laugh at the smaller girl's rant. Beca huffed, "It's not funny, I could permanently scar your kid."

Stacie squeezed even harder, causing Beca to let out a grunt. Stacie turned Beca around in her arms and brushed a quick kiss over her lips before starting, "First, she's our daughter and second, you're going to be a great mom, sweetie."

Beca pouted and Stacie thought it was just about the cutest thing she'd ever seen, "But how do you know?"

Stacie sighed, "I know because I've watched you through this entire pregnancy. You love this baby as much as I do and I know you would never do anything to hurt her. That's what being a good parent is, just loving your child and protecting them from the things you can and being there to ease their pain from the things you can't. You will be the second best mother in the world."

Beca smirked at her, "Second best, huh? Who's the best?"

Stacie brushed a kiss over her lips, "Well, me of course."

Beca leaned against Stacie's chest, her arms wrapped soothingly around the woman she loved, "Thanks."

Stacie smiled as she rested her cheek against the top of Beca's head, "Any time baby."