A/N: Thank you for all the lovely reviews for the last chapter. I love that you have all connected with Ben so much, especially considering he is a character that I created, it's a really nice feeling :)

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Beca was sitting in the chair beside a still sleeping Ben. She had been there ever since Ben had left surgery nearly twelve hours ago, refusing to move or sleep. Chloe walked in, having been home to check on Emily and pick up some clothes. Beca's hand was resting on top of Ben's, her thumb tracing patterns across his knuckles. She turned to look at Chloe when she hear the door open.

"Hey." Chloe said softly as she took a seat beside her. Beca smiled sleepily.

"Hey." She said back. "How's Emily?"

"Relieved that Ben is okay." Chloe said, handing a cup of coffee to Beca. "How's he doing?"

"He was awake long enough to grin at Lauren sleeping beside him." Beca said with a small laugh. So far Ben had only been awake for about a minute at the most. Beca tried to stifle a yawn.

"You look exhausted." Chloe said, sweeping a strand of hair out of her wife's face. "Why don't you go home for a few hours?" Beca shook her head. Chloe took the coffee from the brunette's hand and put an arm around her shoulder, forcing Beca to lean into her side. "Go to sleep." She said softly, stroking her hair. Beca didn't take much persuasion. Her eyes closed almost immediately.

"Dad. Dad, wake up." A fifteen-year-old Beca said, clutching her pregnant stomach. She was standing beside her dad's bed. A wave of pain hitting her every few minutes or so. Her dad's eyes opened and widened as he took her in. "It hurts." She said, whimpering slightly.

"Okay, honey." He said standing up and pulling on the nearest clothes to him.

"Dad, I'm not ready." She said before groaning as her stomach contracted again.

"You are. You can do this, Becs." With one hand he picked up her overnight bag that had been packed a few days before, the other hand went around her waist as he guided her towards the car. John drove as fast as he dared and they arrived at the hospital in fifteen minutes. He sat Beca in a wheelchair and raced her up to maternity. "You're doing so well." He said softly as she was helped onto a bed. Sweat had begun pouring down her face and back and her hair was stuck to the sides of her head. She let out another groan of pain as her contractions increased. Hours of screaming and crying later and a tiny baby boy was placed in Beca's arms. A small gasp escaped her lips as she gazed down at her son.

"Hey buddy." She whispered as he opened his stormy grey eyes and looked up at Beca. She pressed a shaky kiss to his tiny head. "I love you so much."

"Good job, Beca." John said, his voice cracking with emotion as he looked at his daughter and grandson. "Do we have a name?" He asked. Beca shook her head, unable to tear her eyes away from him. "That's okay." He said softly. He withdrew a camera from his pocket and took a quick picture before replacing it.

"He doesn't look like a John." Beca said, her eyes still not leaving his face.

"No." John confirmed.

"What's your middle name?" She asked.

"Benjamin." John replied, moving to sit in the chair beside her.

"Ben." Beca said, with a small nodd. "Ben, this is your granddad. And I'm your mom. And I'm going to take care of you and keep you safe."

Beca woke up when she felt Chloe shift beneath her. She opened her eyes and saw Ben smiling back at her.

"Hey buddy." She said, her eyes filling with tears.

"Hi." He said back, his voice a little croaky.

"How do you feel?" Chloe asked, moving so she could reach across and brush the hair from his face.

"Floaty." He replied with a grin. "Morphine rules." Beca laughed.

"Don't do that to me again." Beca said, taking his hand.

"Get stabbed? Yeah, I think I'll try to avoid it." He said, resting his hand on the heavily bandaged area around his stomach.

"Good." Chloe said, she kissed his forehead. "I promised Emily I'd call as soon as you woke up properly. I'll be back in five." She left Beca and Ben alone.

"Stop crying, I'm okay." He said squeezing her hand.

"You're my baby boy and I almost lost you." Beca whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Please tell me Lauren didn't hear you call me that." He said, rolling his eyes. Beca laughed.

"She's a keeper that one." Beca said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Ben smiled.

"Yeah." He said softly. "Can you hand me my phone? I should text her." Beca handed it over and smiled as he attempted to text. "Mom, can you help? I can't..." He trailed off, trying to focus on the phone. She took it from him.

"What do you want to say?" She asked. He thought for a second.

"Something cool and witty." He mumbled. Beca typed out a message.

Ben: Hi Lauren, this is Beca (Ben's mom). He asked me to text you something cool and witty because he's currently too high on morphine to type a coherent sentence. I'm not very cool or witty so I'll just say that he's awake and thinking of you. If anything changes I'll let you know x

"Was it cool and witty?" He asked when she handed back the phone.

"Very." Beca said, stroking his forehead. Chloe returned a few seconds later. "Everything good?" Chloe nodded, smiling at Ben who had fallen asleep again.

"Amy's going to bring Emily in soon." She said. "Are you sure you don't want to go home for a bit? It's nearly 9am and you've been here since, what, 3:30pm yesterday?" Eventually Beca agreed to at least go home and shower. She gave Chloe a quick kiss before leaving her with Ben.

A twenty-minute drive later and she arrived home and she was immediately tackled by Emily. Despite how drained she was, she scooped Emily up into her arms and squeezed her, planting a kiss on the side of her head.

"Hey shorty." Fat Amy said as Beca entered the living room. "How are you?"

"Tired." Beca replied with a small smile. "Thank you so much for helping out, Amy."

"Anytime." Amy smiled. "Do you still want me to take Emily in?"

"If that's okay." Beca said setting Emily back on her feet. "I can take her in myself but I have to shower and stuff and I imagine she's pretty eager to see him." Emily nodded enthusiastically.

"No problem, captain." Amy said, saluting. Beca kissed Emily again before she headed upstairs to shower.

Once she had dressed she headed back downstairs and into the kitchen. On the bench was a sandwich and a note.

'Make sure you eat the whole thing shorty - Fat Amy'

Beca smiled and wolfed the sandwich down, finally realising how hungry she had been. Minutes later and she was heading towards he car. She saw a paparazzi guy hovering by her bushes.

"Beca!" He shouted, waving at her. "How is your son?" Beca ignored him and climbed into her car. He kept taking pictures through the window and after she drove off, she could see him following her on his motorbike. She pressed a few buttons on the control panel of her car and soon she was calling Aubrey.

"Aubrey Posen." She said upon answering.

"Hey 'Bree. Any chance I can sue the asshole on the bike who is currently following my car?" She said, scowling into her rear-view mirror.

"That all depends, is he press?" Aubrey replied with a small sigh.

"Unfortunately. How did they even hear about this?" Beca said, breaking at the traffic lights. The photographer maneuvered his bike so it was beside her car. He gestured for her to roll the window down. She replied by flipping him off.

"I don't know how they got hold of the story but if he's part of the press than we can't sue him. Just try to run him off the road or something." Aubrey said.

"Is that your official advice as my lawyer?" Beca smirked.

"Absolutely. How's he doing?" She asked. Beca filled Aubrey in before pulling into the hospital parking lot. She was annoyed to see the photographer was still there. She said her goodbyes to Aubrey and hung up the phone.

"Are you seriously doing this?" She asked, slamming the door of her car. "Are you really going to follow me into the hospital?"

"I think the fans will want to know how your son is." He replied, snapping more photos as she approached him, her fist clenching.

"I think that my real fans would rather my family and I were left alone, what do you think?" She said through gritted teeth.

"Are you going to hit me?" He sounded almost excited at the prospect.

"Get a life you fucking loser." She said turning away from him and heading into the building. "Follow me and you'll regret it."

When she reached her son's room her face broke into a grin. Emily was sitting beside him on the bed, reading him her favourite book she'd brought from home. Amy was sitting on a chair beside them, helping her with words she struggled on. Chloe stood when Beca entered and wrapped her arms around her.

"Okay?" Chloe asked when the broke apart. Beca nodded. "Wanna go get some coffee?" Beca nodded again and the two went to the hospital cafeteria. As they sat and drank their coffee, Beca filled Chloe in on what had happened with the reporter.

"You'd think they'd have some kind of decency." She said once she'd finished. Chloe reached across the table and took Beca's hand.

"They just want to get the scoop. You beat them to it after the whole punching Colleen in the face incident." She said. Beca laughed.

"We could do with a code word for that." She said, sipping her coffee. Chloe bit her lip slightly, a look of unease on her face. "Chlo'?"

"She called me." Chloe said, her eyes dropping to the coffee.

"Who?" Beca asked, although she already had a good idea who.

"Colleen. She wants to meet with us."