A/N: Well, today was my first day of Christmas break- yesterday was my last final. I just want to draw attention to something real quick. I do not mind and even appreciate helpful criticism for my story. However, if it's just flat out hurtful...well nobody likes that. I ask that you would keep the reviews clean and free of using God's name in vain. I am a Christian and would appreciate if you respected that. Thank You.

Weeks later, the nursery was completely finished and Jesse and Beca were ready to have the twins in their arms. Beca's due date was quickly approaching and her discomfort was quickly increasing. She wasn't that big of a person, so carrying one child would be uncomfortable, much less two. Jesse was wonderful to her, patiently dealing with her shifting moods. She couldn't have a better, more loving husband.

Beca tossed and turned in the night, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position. She had been feeling even more uncomfortable than normal. Her official due date was yesterday, so she knew that she could easily be going into labor. Beca held her breath, waiting to see if the cramp would pass. It did and she immediately felt more comfortable. She sighed with relief and pulled the covers around herself, trying to sleep. False Alarm. She woke with a gasp a few hours later, clutching her stomach. She glanced at the clock-4 in the morning. She groaned as another cramp squeezed her stomach. Her eyes watered as it passed and she gulped air. She was most definitely going into labor, and she knew that it could last for several hours. She was in for a long night. She waited for her breathing to slow and for her eyes to stop watering, which took awhile. Beca placed a hand on Jesse's shoulder, intending to wake him, but another contraction seized her. Jesse's eyes flew open as her hand gripped his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. He took one look at her face and gently took her hand from his shoulder, putting it instead in his own hand. He waited until she relaxed her bone-crushing grip on his hand and had fallen back against the pillow.

"I'm taking you to the hospital," he said. Beca was too tired to argue and merely nodded.

"Bye, Echo," Beca whispered to the forlorn dog as she walked out the door. "Isn't it crazy to think that when we come back, we'll have two babies in our arms." She turned to smile at Jesse, who gave her a quick kiss before opening the car door for her. She had barely settled into the seat when she doubled over again, moaning. Jesse hopped into the driver's seat and rubbed soothing circles on her back until the contraction passed. He quickly backed out of the driveway and made his way to the hospital.

It was the longest night of Beca's-and Jesse's-life. Beca's water had broken shortly after their arrival at the hospital, and she spent much of the night pacing the hospital room. Jesse would massage her shoulders or murmur encouraging words as the contractions became more and more severe. Hours later, Beca was settled on the hospital bed. The pain was nearly unbearable, but she refused to take any medicine. She was set to do this the natural way, and Jesse was a huge comfort. He never complained as she crushed his hand whenever a contraction seized her, and he periodically washed the sweat from her face with a warm washcloth. After a long night, Beca could feel that the time was approaching for her to give birth. She glanced out the window to see the sun rising. Just like a fairy tale- the babies born as the sun rise, she though wryly. She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts as she cried out in pain as another contraction seized her. There was hardly any time between them any more. The door opened and a doctor came in. "Is it time?" he asked. He looked at Beca's face and seemed to find his answer there. "Okay, let's do this." Beca would have rolled her eyes if she had the energy.

Jesse watched Beca worriedly. He knew that she was trying to be tough, but he could tell how much pain she was in. He wished he could do more to help, but he also knew that it would do no good to try to convince her to take some medicine to relieve some of the pain. In just a little while, he would be a father. He rubbed circles on her back as she bit down on a scream. Her hand was digging into his, and he so desperately wished that he could take some of the pain from her. Jesse did everything he knew that Beca found comfort in. He even went as far as singing, but she could hardly hear him over her screams and groans. With a final push, their son was born. Beca strained to see him, gasping. After what seemed like an eternity, he was placed in Jesse's arms. He was absolutely gorgeous. His big blue eyes stared up at him, and he immediately stopped crying. Jesse kneeled so that Beca could see him too. She stroked his face gently, smiling as he grabbed her thumb.

"He's gorgeous," she whispered. She looked up at Jesse. "I wonder if his eyes will turn brown like yours."

Jesse smiled, brushing his son's fine dark hair. "I think he'll keep the blue eyes-like yours."

Beca opened her mouth to respond, but grit her teeth as another contraction seized her. "Well," she said with a groan. "I had a brief moment of peace." Her groan turned into a cry of pain. Jesse held Tobias in one arm and held Beca's hand in the other.

"So you're the oldest," he told his son with a slight smile. "You'll always hold that over your sister's head."

Beca tried to say something, but bit down again as the contraction worsened.

"Just focus," the doctor said stupidly. Jesse smiled; the doctor was lucky that Beca was as weak as she was, otherwise he would have regretted telling her that. She was having a little bit of an easier time giving birth to their daughter, and a few short minutes later, they were parents to two gorgeous children. Their little daughter screamed loudly as she felt the cold, outside air.

"Quite a pair of lungs she has there," the doctor commented. Beca met Jesse's eyes and smiled.

"That's our Piper."

Jesse's smile stretched across his face. "You're good with the name, then?"

"Well," she said, imitating Jesse's voice. "It's a name befitting of an aca-child." Jesse laughed as he handed Beca both their children. He was amazed that she already had that much spunk so soon after giving birth to two babies.

"Pipes and Toby," he said, trying out the nicknames.

"Pipes?" Beca smiled. "Is she going to become a plumber?"

Jesse just shook his head and watched his little family with a mixture of pride and love.

A/N: Well, this story is coming to a close. I have really enjoyed writing all of this- it went much further than I expected. Will have another chapter or two probably, but then this story is going to be done :)