After a few hours of visiting the Swansons left, which left Jesse and I to talk.

"So he's really in jail?" I asked.

"Yes. For two years and I filed a restraining order against him. You can file one too when we go home tomorrow morning," he told me.

"That's good. I think I'm going to file for divorce too. He could of killed me. If our baby would have died I would have never forgiven myself," I confessed.

"You're both okay and that's all that matters. Now get some rest Beca. You have a big day tomorrow," he insisted.

"Jesse what are we going to do when the baby is born? I can't really live in the dorms anymore. There aren't any co-ed dorms that we can get. I don't think I'll be able to work at the station anymore. I'm going to have no income to support him or her. It's going to be a disaster,"I told him.

"We'll make it work," he said as he scooted closer. We cuddled for hours before I finally fell asleep.

Christmas Eve

Jesse had taken me back to campus just a few days earlier. On the way there we stopped to file a restraining order and divorce. I have a court date for both on the third of January. We were the last to arrive at Jesse's childhood home. I stepped out of the car and Jesse helped me up. He intertwined our hands and we walked to the door. Jesse rang the doorbell. Kris answered the door.

"Beca! Jesse! Come in dears," she greeted.

We walked over the threshold and into the house. Jesse waited until I was settled talking to Kris in the kitchen while she cooked to grab the bag we had brought. Kris saw him with the bag and told him to just set it in the living room, because Zack was sleeping in Jesse's room. Speaking of the little boy he came running.

"Uncle Jesse, Aunty Beca! Come play with me in my playroom!" he said while hugging Jesse around the legs and me around my waist (because I'm way shorter than Jesse).

"Hold on just a second Zacky. Aunty Beca and I need to talk to Grandma and Grandpa first," Jesse answered him.

"Okay Uncle Jesse," Zack said sadly. "I'll be in the playroom when your done!" He hollered before running back out of the room.

"Well his mood changed fast," I told Jesse.

"It usually does. Especially when there's toys involved," Jesse replied. I laughed. Jesse leaned towards me. He whispered in my ear. "I think we should tell my parents now, and have them act surprised when we tell Krista, Mason, and Zack," he whispered. He lightly kissed my ear. We then switched positions.

"One. Don't kiss my ear. That's just gross. Two. That's fine if that's what you want to do. You tell them though. I already told the Bellas," I whispered back. He just chuckled. "I don't see why that's funny. It is really gross. Reminds me of when my sister, who was two at the time, had a crush on my boyfriend. She kept calling him her boyfriend. One day she decided that she was going to try and kiss him. She threw her binki on the floor and just started attacking him with kisses. He kept turning his head and she stuck her tongue in his ear. It was so fucking hilarious. I was just sitting there cracking up. He was so uncomfortable. He didn't know what to do and I was just laughing at him," I said while laughing at the memory.

"I didn't know you had a sister," he said.

"Yeah I have two sisters. And a step-sister. And a brother. Three step-brothers,"I told him.

"Wow. Do you wanna talk about them?" He asked.

"Yeah Jesse I'll tell you about them," I said. "But then we have to tell your parents as soon as I get done."

"Okay. Go ahead," He urged.

"Alright. So I have a three step-brothers. There names are Andrew, Benjamin, and Jefferey. They are my mom's husband's kids. Andrew is about thirty six. He got married when I was twelve to Ellen. Benjamin is thirty two. He is still single. Jefferey is twenty four. He and I are the closest of my step brothers because I saw him more than the others growing up. My brother's name is Jory. He is only my half brother. He is from one of my mom's marriages prior to my dad. Jory is thirty one. He lives in New York and he and I are really close because we grew up together. He never liked Jack and wanted to object to our marriage, but I wouldn't let him. I was young and stupid. My step-sister's name is Kateryna, and she is Shiela's daughter from a previous marriage. Shiela is my dad's wife. I don't really talk to my dad much. We didn't really get along when I was growing up. He was a drunk. He divorced my mom when I was only five. Then remarried Shiela when I was nine. Kateryna, who we call Katya for short is twelve now. I talk to her sometimes, but not often. Tessa is my half sister. She is five now. I talk to her often as well as my other sister. Alison is my last sister. She was born when I was sixteen. I lived half the year with my mom and half with my dad. When Ali was born, I started spending more time with him. He used me as a nanny for her. She called me mommy. At sixteen I was forced to take care of an infant. She's three now. I used to see her every weekend, but I haven't seen her in a while. I love her like my own daughter. She's the sister I'm closest to. I feel sorry for her. That's why I'm so close with Tess and Ali," by the end I was crying softly.

"It's okay Beca," he said as he wiped my tears. "It's all going to be okay," He hugged me and I rested my head on his chest. I wiped away my tears.

"Let's go tell your parent's nerd,"I said. He stood up and helped pull me to my feet. He cradled my head in his hands and used his thumbs to wipe at my cheeks.

"You're so beautiful when you cry," he told me. "You're going to be a fantastic mom," he whispered. We walked into the kitchen where Kris was currently cooking.

"Mom, Beca and I have something to tell you and dad. Where is he? Can you get him?" He asked.

"Yes hold on sweetie," she told Jesse. "Jacob Anthony Swanson!," she shouted. "You're needed in the kitchen!" He practically ran down the stairs.

"What Kris?" He asked.

"Beca and Jesse said they have something to tell us dear," Kris answered.

"Well son what is it?" his father asked.

"Well um it looks like you guys are going to be grandparents again," he stumbled over his words. Kris was the first to speak.

"That's great you guys!" she exclaimed as she hugged me. Jake just gave Jesse the "how could you be so irresponsible" look. "Beca dear, how far along are you?" Kris asked me.

"Almost three months. Eleven weeks and three days to be exact," I said.

"Oh wow. You're almost in your second trimester," she said dumbfounded.

"Yeah. In a month we can find out the gender," I told her.

"You're still not showing at three months. You deserve some kind of medal," she said while laughing.

"I know. It's kind of bugging me. It just looks like I'm a little chubby. You can't tell I'm pregnant," I complained.

"Okay Mom. You have to act surprised when we tell Krista and Mason. I think we'll explain it to Zack later," Jesse interrupted.

"Alright Jesse. Now go get them and bring them to dinner. It's ready. You can tell them afterwards. Don't need anyone choking on potato soup," she said. Jesse and I walked to go find Krista and Mason. We found them playing with Zack.

"Alright Breton family. Time to eat Grandma's famous potato soup," Jesse said to them.

"Okay Jesse. We'll be there in a minute," Krista responded. Jesse and I raced down the steps.

After dinner, the family and I sat around the Christmas tree watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer with Zack. When it was over Kris and Jake took him upstairs to take a bath while we told Krista and Mason. Jesse stood up, then helped me up like usual. They remained seated on the couch.

"Guys we have something to tell you," Jesse said calmly.

"You're getting married!" Krista blurted.

"No," Jesse responded.

"You're getting a dog!" Mason guessed.

"No, but you're closer than Krista," I answered.

"You guys seriously make a competition out of everything. Can I just tell you please?" Jesse begged.

"Fine. You're no fun Jesse. Where's your Swanson competitiveness?" Krista asked me.

"Well I wanted to tell you that you should be expecting a niece or nephew sometime here in the next few months," Jesse said. Krista and Mason had the same reactions as Kris and Jake. Mason stared Jesse down, and Krista got up and hugged me.

"Now if you'll excuse us we wanted to talk to Zack if that's okay with you guys," I said.

"Go on ahead," Krista said and we marched up the stairs to Zack. Kris and Jake had just finished reading him The Night Before Christmas when we walked in.

"Grandma, Grandpa, we would like to talk to Zack alone," Jesse said very seriously to make Zack feel important.

"Of course Uncle Jesse," Jake said playing along with Jesse's game. As they walked out of the room Jesse waited for them to turn down the stairs to close the door.

"Now Zacky," Jesse said seriously. "Aunty Beca and I want to tell you something very important."

"Okay Uncle Jesse tell me," Zack said.

"Well you know how some people's Aunties and Uncles have babies, and those are called cousins?" Jesse asked him.

"Yeah," Zack replied.

"Well you are going to have a cousin soon. He or she is in Aunty Beca's tummy," Jesse explained.

"How did the baby get in thewe? Aunty Beca did you eat a baby?" Zack asked confused.

"No Zacky," I answered. "Uncle Jesse and I just wanted a baby so someone put one in my tummy," I said. He seemed satisfied with my answer.

"How can you see the baby?" he asked.

"Well I have to take Aunty Beca to the doctor, and he takes pictures of the baby," Jesse said while pulling out a sonogram photo. It was taken while I was in a coma. "See," Jesse said while handing Zack the photo.

"That's not a baby silly," Zack told us. "That's a duck." Jesse and I cracked up.

"No Zacky. It's a baby. It just doesn't look like it," I told him.

"Is my cousin a boy or a girl?" Zack asked.

"We don't know yet Zacky," Jesse asked. Zack leaned really close to my stomach.

"Hi baby. This is youw cousin Zacky. If you could come out a boy so I can play with you I would weaaly like that," He said to my stomach, which made Jesse and I laugh harder.

"Alright Zacky," Jesse said calmly. "Let's get you ready for bed so Santa can come."

After we put Zack to bed, we curled up together on the pull out sofa. I turned to face him.

"Jesse?"

"Yeah Beca."

"You're going to be a great dad," I said.

A/N: Omg. I'm so sorry I haven't updated. I had some writers block and school. I know Beca should only be 9 weeks pregnant according to an OBGYN, but guess what I'm not a doctor and I go by date of conception and not date of last menstrual period because I don't give a fuck about being accurate. This kid already has a set due date. Let's vote on names shall we.

Girls:

Scarlett Capella (yes like a capella and scarlett Johanson)

Mia Grace (After Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction)

Kyndall Marie (Kendall because I like it and Marie after Elvis' daughter Lisa Marie)

Boys:

Haydn Micheal (After the composer Joesph Haydn)

Dakota (Coda for short) Lee

Sebastian Eli (After Johann Sebastian Bach and also the lobster from The Little Mermaid)

Drop me a review and mention which name you want. Oh and if you don't want to stick to just one gender, pick one for both.