Beca spent the whole day preparing the most amazing meal of her life. Not only was it the first time Jesse would be in her home, it would also be the first time he met her parents... all four of them. Beca sighed. If there was a reason she hated being around her family, it was that. She always had to have all four of them over at once and something always went wrong. Her dad, doctor Will Mitchell, always had a stick up his ass. And his perfectly botoxed wife Sheila thought she had some type of reign over Beca. When in reality, she was just the awful step-monster. Her mom, Katherine, was constantly worried about Beca, and that drove her insane. And her step-dad, Rob, was just way too shy for his own good. She was sure the night would be okay though, as long as she had Jesse and the kids.

The doorbell rang and Jesse came into the house, Kara with her crutches and Brady holding a bowl of salad.

"Hey guys! Happy eighth birthday little man!" Beca scooped Brady up and kissed his cheek. "I have presents and cake later after my family leaves."

"Okay! Thank you Beca!" Brady beamed at her.

The kids bounded into the living room. Well. Brady did, and Kara wobbled behind him. "How's she feeling?" Beca asked.

"Good. Doctor said the ribs are looking wonderful. She should be off the crutches next week and in an air cast. So that's good. Gosh, your home is lovely." He smiled.

"Go look around, I have to finish supper." She grabbed the salad that Brady had set down on a table next to the door and walked towards the kitchen.

Jesse looked around. The house was big. What he could see right now was just the foyer and the doors to the dining and living room. He saw the stairs ahead of him down the hallway and walked towards them. He saw five doors upstairs, assuming they were four bedrooms and a bathroom. He looked along the length of the wall where three huge framed pictures sat. Two little boys and a little girl. Beca's children... gosh they looked familiar.

Oh. My. God.

Jesse knew who they were. They were the three little kids whose funeral he had attended two years three little children that had lost their lives. Beca's three little babies who had been taken from the world too soon. And next to them was a wedding portrait. A wedding portrait of the man that his wife had killed. The husband she had taken from a wife.

His wife had killed Beca's children. His wife had killed Beca's husband. His wife had killed Beca's family.

Suddenly, everything around him was spinning. He heard the doorbell ring and tried to pull himself together. The last thing he remembered was his head hitting the carpet.

"Jess!" Beca was waving her hand in front of his face, "Babe, are you alright?"

Beca didn't know what happened, all of a sudden Jesse had passed out. She was wiping a wet cloth over his forehead and his eyes opened, he started to cough. "Oh my god Beca. I'm so sorry..." Jesse's eyes filled with tears.

"Jess... what's the matter? Don't be sorry. Are you okay?" Beca looked worriedly at him, her family and his children behind her.

"Sarah killed your children. Those children... the funeral... my Sarah... I'm sorry..." Jesse sobbed.

"Mom... can you take Kara and Brady to the backyard?" Beca started to feel her own eyes prickle with the heat of tears. What was he saying? Sarah had been... how could they have not put that together? There was no way that was true. He was just disoriented, that was all. "Jess... what's the matter?"

Jesse wiped his eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and began speaking, "Those children... I went to their funeral. Those three little angels were killed by my wife. Your husband was killed by my wife. My drunk wife murdered your family. My depressed, psychotic drunk wife killed them. She took your happiness away and now I'm trying to make you happy again. How can I even think that you would want to be with me?"

Jesse sobbed into his hands, Beca pulled his head up, "Sarah... where was her accident? This can't be true."

"On the corner of Avenue A and Ninth Lane." Jesse sobbed. Beca felt her breath catch in her chest. "She hit a black Chevy Tahoe. And killed three children. Two little boys, your twins, and a little girl, your baby. She killed your family."

Beca sat back against the wall of her hallway. She felt the walls around her caving in. She broke down. There she sat, with her boyfriend of nearly seven months, crying, screaming, and realizing the reality that was their lives.