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Chapter 11:

"Oh my god, you're having triplets?" Aubrey pretty much shrieked, and Beca cringed at the volume, her hand almost flying up to cover her ear, especially since it was in a very close proximity to the blonde's mouth.

"OM-aca-gee, that is so cool!" Emily exclaimed.

"We are going to become aca-aunts!" Stacie pointed out with an ecstatic pump of her fist, delighted at the idea of it.

"Congratulations, Chloe!" Aubrey pulled the redhead into a tight hug. Beca swore she had never seen her so excited, this response was probably topping the Bellas winning the International Championships.

"Ow, boobs, Bree, boobs!" Chloe managed to gasp out.

Aubrey stepped backwards immediately, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry, I guess I forgot about that."

Amy, finally recovering from her surprise, piped up from her position on the couch, "You need to call one of them Amy."

"Nope," Beca popped the 'p' with her usual amount of sass.

"Then call her Patricia," she offered again. Aubrey made a face at Chloe and the redhead chuckled.

"If it's a boy?" Cynthia-Rose challenged.

"Patrick," she instantly shot back. "Anyways, there are three of them. So there would be at least one girl. Hopefully."

"I hope so too," Chloe said, "I can't imagine handling three boys. But no, sorry Amy, I don't think the name thing is going to happen." Next to Aubrey, Beca shook her head as the Tasmania sank back on the couch with an exaggerated sigh.

"Have you told your parents yet?" Jessica questioned.

Beca shook her head. "No, not yet. We're planning to Skype them tomorrow and tell them." Chloe grinned, rubbing her hands together in excitement. "You guys are the first to know."

Aubrey beamed. "I'm honored!" Who knew the aca-Nazi got so excited over babies? Beca wondered.

"Hey, you know what? I bet if Bree were to have kids, she'd call the girl 'Bella'," Ashley joked and a round of laughter filled the room.

"Or something related to music at least, like Melody and Harmony," Beca suggested teasingly, and the girls broke into more hysterical guffaws.

"Very funny, guys," Aubrey said dryly, rolling her eyes at how tickled the girls were with teasing their blonde captain.

Just then, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Emily offered, jumping up from the beanbag.

"It's probably the pizza we ordered," Chloe explained.

"Yeah, pizza!" Fat Amy cheered, dashing to the door, and almost knocking Emily (and the five large boxes of pizza she was trying to balance) down. The tall girl let out a surprised yelp as the top box threatened to tumble off, and the blonde almost tackled her in her attempt to keep it up there.

"Easy there, Amy," Cynthia-Rose chuckled, as the others roared at poor Emily's scandalized expression. "Don't want to kill Legacy when she's the one bringing in the pizza."

"I can balance ten pizzas on my head," Lilly murmured.

"I've got chicken wings, too," Fat Amy was getting excited as the delicious smell of cheese and pepperoni filled the rom. She dug out a large foil tray filled with golden crusted fried chicken from a large plastic bag. Several 'ooh's and 'ahh's were heard as the Australian proudly surveyed her work on the counter. "My secret recipe," she grinned with a flourish of her hands.

"I sometimes worry about what you put in these 'secret' recipes," Aubrey muttered under her breath, although she was visibly impressed at the girl's cooking skills.

"Only the best," Amy winked at her former captain.

"Well, dig in!" Beca exclaimed, handing out napkins, paper plates, and plastic cutlery.

"Oh shit, I left the drinks in the car," Aubrey slapped her forehead.

"No problem, I can help you get it," Beca offered as the blonde grabbed the car keys from her purse. "Be right back!" she yelled over her shoulders.

"So, who would have thought that Beca I-don't-give-a-fuck Mitchell is going to become a mommy? And of three babies, too," Aubrey smirked as they stepped into the waiting elevator.

Beca snorted. "I'm still going to be Beca I-don't-give-a-fuck Mitchell then, just the cool mom version – with all my tattoos and piercings."

"Cool mom, my ass," Aubrey scoffed. "Your kids are just going to grow up cursing like sailors."

"Yeah, won't that be cute?" Beca responded sarcastically.

"Yeah, sure, 'cute', until you get a call from their kindergarten teacher asking why your three-year-olds are saying the F-word on the playground." The elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

"Well, I'll just say that they got it from their fucking cool mom," Beca shrugged, as they crossed the parking lot and got to Aubrey's silver Audi.

"Sometimes, I worry about you becoming a mom," Aubrey shook her head as she unlocked her car and opened the boot.

"You worry about everything, Posen," Beca point out. She lifted the large cooler box of drinks out, while Aubrey slung the smaller bag of alcohol on her shoulder.

"Can you lift that, Mitchell?" she asked as slammed the boot shut and hit 'lock' on her car key.

Beca picked up the large box effortlessly. "Oh Aubrey, don't assume things about me. You should know that I'm much stronger than I look… Judge me by size, do you?" she attempted to put on her best Yoda impression, but failed quite spectacularly, causing Aubrey to double over with laughter and almost drop the bag of drinks. "Damnit… Jesse's rubbing off me. I don't even like Yoda. He's creepy as fuck."

"Have you told Jesse yet?" Aubrey asked after she had recovered from her fit of laughter.

Beca shook her head. "Not yet, he'd probably freak out though."

"I bet he'll begin brainwashing your kids with movies as soon as possible," Aubrey teased, remembering how Jesse was always rambling on and on about films she had never even heard of. "And they'll grow up with an extensive knowledge about movie trivia."

"God help us all," Beca groaned with a shake of her head.

The two of them finally got the drinks up to the apartment, and both winced at the sheer noise that could be heard through the door. Apparently, the part had gotten into full swing in those few minutes that they had gone downstairs. Fat Amy's loud voice could be heard clearly over the din, and they braced themselves as Beca turned the key and opened the door. As soon as the door swung open, both cringed and had to resist the urge to drop the drinks and clap their hands over their ears. The sight that assaulted them seemed to be almost total chaos. How could the girls turn something neat into something chaotic so quickly? Even with all the years they had stayed together, neither Beca or Aubrey had found an answer to that question yet.

"Yeah, bring the drinks over here, twig bitches!" Fat Amy yelled, and all the girls roared in acquiesce, coming up to relieve them of the bags and cooler box. "Cheers!" the Aussie popped open a can of beer and everyone proceeded to help themselves to the different cans and bottles.

"God, I miss alcohol so much," Chloe sighed, as she settled into a chair with a bottle of orange juice.

Please review! Hope you liked it!

And here's another question: Who's your favorite/least favorite character(s) in PP/PP2?

My favorites are Aubrey, Beca, and Chloe... my least favorite would be Alice, I guess :)