Beca loved sleep, more than life itself. Sleep was up in the category with Jesse and her music, and the unborn baby that played football with her bladder at all hours of the night. Hence the reason she wasn't getting a whole lot of sleep. And after a particularly long night with no sleep and a dizzy spell in their kitchen, Jesse had banished her to their bedroom, calling work for her.
So she was stuck in bed, all day, assigned to bed by her husband who thought he knew what was best for her. If he had allowed her to stay home by herself, she would have been able to get something done. She would have been able to work on her mixes; she would have been able to sleep.
But instead, Jesse organised a babysitting roster, like she was a sick three year old, where their friends would come to make sure she didn't go completely insane.
"You're ridiculous", Beca grumbled from the bed, one hand on her swollen stomach.
"You almost passed out, Bec!" his eyes were wild. "I don't want to lose you!"
"I was tired, the kid you just had to have is playing football with my bladder and you have no comprehension on how uncomfortable that is". She frowned, crossing her arms grumpily over her swollen chest. "And my boobs hurt".
"So you've said repeatedly", Jesse said under his breath, trying not to get frustrated. "Bec, we're seeing a doctor tomorrow-"
"Exactly. You. Are. Not. A. Doctor". She growled.
"Chloe and Aubrey and Stacie and Fat Amy are coming today", he said, trying to see the positives.
"What?" she roared. "Yesterday you stick me with Donald and Benji and Lily, who I swear to God didn't blink the whole time they were here- and today I get the whole Bellas? Chloe, I can handle, God, even Fat Amy is okay, but a whole day with the four of them? And AUBREY?" tears laced her voice and she swallowed hard, trying to contain her emotions.
(Jesse would never say it to her face, but pregnant Beca was a hormonal mess. He thought dealing with Beca on her period was bad, but he had endured six months his hormone fuelled wife.)
"You're the worst person in the world", she added as an afterthought. "First of all you do this to me-" she motioned to her stomach, "and then you tell me the Bellas are coming to babysit!"
"I never used the word babysit-"
"I don't care!"
The doorbell rang through the house, and Jesse glanced at the clock. "That's probably Chloe- can you please behave?" he sounded like he was trying to parent a small child. "Please? I'll bring back extra ice cream".
"Chocolate chunk and nothing else or I swear, Swanson-"
"I love you!" he pecked a kiss to her forehead, waving from the doorway.
Chloe appeared in the doorway moments later, peering in at Beca. "Hey sweetie!" the redhead said brightly, plopping down beside her and immediately reaching out to touch her belly.
(Something Beca would ordinarily snap about, but Chloe had introduced herself while stark naked in a shower. The girl had no personal boundaries.)
"Hi, Chloe", Beca mumbled, sounding defeated.
"Aw, Becs, what's wrong?"
"Jesse- bed rest- I don't need a babysitter, Chloe".
"I know, sweetie- Jesse's just worried about you", she tried to explain (having found herself on the phone with the boy several times, trying to reassure him that Beca was okay, and that she was not going to kill him, no matter how many times she screamed she would). "He wants this baby to be born healthy, and if you have to stay in bed, that's what has to happen. It's for your own good".
"I know". She crossed her arms grumpily.
"Fat Amy and Chloe and Stacie are coming!" she said, trying to brighten the girl's mood. "And Stacie's bringing popcorn, and Amy's bringing ice cream-"
"Stacie better not be bringing movies, I am so not sitting through porn".
"I didn't plan on bringing any movies, considering how much you hate them". Chloe grinned, and Beca glowered at her. "I figured anything we brought Jesse would have downstairs; if we got desperate we could watch something from downstairs".
A few minutes later, Fat Amy, Aubrey and Stacie appeared, bearing a small mountain of food between them (including the people shaped donuts that had become tradition when they gathered for a girls' night, Fat Amy initiating it the night after their first finals win at Lincoln Centre. The sugar covered treats had gotten Beca to admit that she had liked Jesse probably more than she had let show, and Chloe had squealed on a sugar high at the tiny, red faced girl). Stacie plopped down beside Chloe, Aubrey crawling onto the other side of the bed, before Fat Amy pushed them both out of the way to examine the pregnant brunette.
(The way Fat Amy carried on, Beca had chuckled on many occasions, one would think that it was her baby that Beca was carrying in her womb.)
The five girls spent the day lounging around the house, Beca's mixes playing in the background, the soundtrack to their conversations. They ate all the ice cream Stacie had provided, and chewed their way through a significant amount of food Fat Amy had bought (Aubrey intervening and going downstairs to heat up the leftover pesto pasta for the pregnant brunette, because Jesse would kill them if he found out she hadn't eaten anything nutritional).
Everything was discussed- the ICCA finals they had won together, and the finals Chloe and Aubrey had watched them win. Their lives after Barden, and how they didn't think they'd be where they were. Beca's baby, and whether it would be a boy or a girl (Beca and Jesse had decided not to find out, and let it be a surprise). The names of the baby (Aubrey had her heart set on Bella, while Fat Amy though it would be appropriate to name the baby after their fun aunt Amy. Beca had shot them both down, because she wasn't about to tell them, but she had Jesse had almost certainly picked out names for both a boy and a girl).
"It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, was it Bec?" Chloe said comfortingly, as the brunette's eyes drooped (because sleep was her favourite thing).
"No", she mumbled. "But he's gonna ask, and you're going to tell him you had the worst day ever".
"Because you're a hormonal mess?" Fat Amy said sympathetically, caressing her belly gently, and Beca fought the urge to kick her in the head.
(Beca had seen the others when they were feeling particularly hormotional, and it was no picnic. Fat Amy was angry, Stacie was horny, Aubrey was fierce, and Chloe was teary. Seeing Chloe break down in tears had bewildered Beca because she was so bright and bubbly, and Beca didn't have a clue what to do.)
"Honey, I'm home!" Jesse sang from downstairs, and Aubrey wrinkled her nose at how incredibly cheesy the boy was.
"How was your day, Bec?" he called up the stairs and Stacie frowned, ready to make up a story.
"It was horrible". She fought the smile off her face as he poked his head lovingly into their bedroom, and of course, he saw right through her.
"You're lying", he said automatically.
"Do you doubt the pregnant, Treble?" Aubrey said sharply, and Jesse's chest hitched.
Fat Amy kissed Beca's bulging stomach once more (because she had become even more touchy feely than Chloe when she found out Beca was pregnant), before departing. "See ya later flat butt".
(Her butt was far from flat, but she would take all the compliments she could in her whale-like state.)
Farewelling Stacie and Aubrey, Chloe was the only one left.
"Thanks for coming, Chloe", Beca said, standing up and yawning.
Farewelling the redhead, Jesse put an arm around his wife, kissing her temple gently. "You had a good day, didn't you?"
"You'll never know", she said, as he pressed a kiss to her stomach.
"What about you bubby, were you good for Mummy?"
"You need to have a talk with Fat Amy", she blurted out. "She spent the whole day... MOLESTING me! Seriously, this is not her kid!"
Jesse just laughed at the horrified look on Beca's face, and she glared.
"This isn't funny, Swanson. One kid, that's all".
"No, no". He shook his head. "I predicted everything else, I'm making one more. This isn't going to be the last time you balance your cereal bowl on your tummy every morning. We will have at least two aca babies".
"In your dreams, weirdo". She rolled her eyes, as he kissed her.
