Aubrey's baby bump is hardly noticeable when she finally obtains it. It's not even noticeable until her third trimester. She was determined to stay as active as possible and thus only gained about ten to fifteen pounds. Of course, that's like the end of the world to Aubrey. I get text messages, asking me to pick up foods that she's craving, for the last couple months. I do it because I don't want to invoke the wrath of a pregnant Aubrey. Hell, I don't even want to invoke the wrath of a not pregnant Aubrey. Anyway, the media doesn't catch wind of Aubrey's pregnant state until almost the end of it. She's about a month away from popping when they find out.
I walk out of the studio with Ashley, shielding my eyes from the camera flashes. I've been asked if Aubrey's cheating on me, if we hired a sperm donor, and just about anything else you can think of. I bid Ashley goodnight as I finally get into my car. I look at my phone and notice a text from Chloe, asking me to pick up coffee on my way home. I smile as I turn the keys in my ignition and make my way to Starbucks.
I decide to go in because I like the atmosphere of the place. Fans, of course, bombard me but I don't really mind it. The media at least has the decency to stay outside. I put in my order, having memorized my girlfriends' coffee orders back in college.
"Beca? Is that you," a voice asks.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I turn to face him. I swear this guy literally stalks my every move.
"What do you want, Jesse," I ask, irritation evident in my voice. He offers a small smile, which I don't return.
"I'm just here to get coffee. I heard Aubrey's pregnant?"
My jaw clenches of its own accord, but I manage a nod. There's a spark in his eyes that I really don't like. It's almost hopeful or something.
"I can't believe she cheated on you. I would never have done that. I bet you're really regretting your decision now. But I'll still give you a chance if you want," he says with a grin.
I start to reply before my phone vibrates in my pocket. It's from Fat Amy. She's at my house with the Bellas? My eyes widen and I get really excited. My coffee order is called and I quickly grab it. I push past Jesse on my way out. I don't notice the pissed off look on his face. I barely notice him at all in my excitement to get home.
"What up, Shawshank," Fat Amy exclaims as I walk in my front door. I grin widely before making my way to the living room. They're all here. The Bellas I started out with my freshman year at Barden.
I set the coffee down on the table before taking a seat next to Aubrey. She smiles and intertwines our fingers, resting our joined hands on her stomach. I grin as our baby kicks. I look away from her to look at all our friends. Donald, Bumper's former right hand man, is here with Lily and a baby boy. Stacie is holding a little girl of about two in her lap. Her free hand is tangled with Cynthia Rose's, and it's about damn time. Fat Amy is alone and I arch my eyebrows.
"Why am I not shocked that everyone here finally got with someone except you," I tease her. The Bellas laugh as we all turn to look at Fat Amy.
Fat Amy just brushes it off and shrugs. "I'm just too wild for guys to tame," she says. I grin and shake my head.
"When were you going to tell us that Aubrey was pregnant," Stacie asks as the laughter finally dies down.
"When I had the time, which is almost never. I should have told you guys, you're right. But you're here now and that's all that matters."
They all seem to accept this answer and the conversation picks back up between all of us. I hand Aubrey her coffee and she smiles, pecking my lips gently. "I love you," she whispers against my lips.
"I love you too. And I love our baby even though I have yet to meet him/her. Oh, and that Chloe chick that hangs around here all the time. I kinda love her too," I say loud enough for Chloe to hear. Chloe shoots me a mock glare before leaning over and kissing me. Yeah, my life is pretty awesome right now.
Aubrey goes into labor a couple weeks later while I'm at the studio. Chloe calls me, excited and nervous beyond belief, telling me to meet them at the hospital. I tell my manager that I have to leave because my partner is going into labor. She smiles and tells me good luck before letting me go. I speed the entire way to the hospital. I'm still not sure how it's possible that I didn't get pulled over. Fat Amy meets me in the lobby to take me to the maternal ward. I sprint the entire way there, determined to see the birth of my first child. Chloe pushes me into Aubrey's room the second I get there. Aubrey's mom is already in here, holding her hand while Aubrey screams. I quickly pull on some scrubs and grab Aubrey's free hand. Aubrey's green eyes connect with my stormy blue ones.
"Beca, I didn't know if you were going to make it," she manages through labored breathing and painful contractions. I give her a small grin and kiss her hand.
"And miss the birth of our child? Baby, I wouldn't miss this for the world," I reassure her. The doctor finally enters the room and instructs Aubrey on what to do. Of course, Aubrey already knows what to do because she's read way too many books over the last nine months. When the pushing starts, so does the breaking of my hand. And I mean that quite literally. Aubrey breaks my hand about halfway through the labor process. My jaw clenches in pain and I manage to suppress my own desire to scream. If Aubrey is this bad, I can only imagine what Chloe's going to be like.
Eighteen hours later, Aubrey gives birth to a beautiful baby boy. Aubrey's over excessive planning for everything meant we had both a boy name and girl name picked out ages ago. We name him Jeremy Tyler Posen-Mitchell. He has blond hair and dark blue eyes and he's the most adorable thing I've ever seen in my twenty-three years of life. I go get Chloe after the nurses move Aubrey to her room. Chloe starts crying the minute she lays eyes on him. I hold back my own tears as I focus on comforting both of my wives. The Bellas come in all at once. It's technically against the rules, but when have I ever followed the rules?
"He's like the perfect mix of you two," Stacie mentions as she plays with Jeremy's fingers. The Bellas all know about my condition. I'm assuming Donald does too, since he and Lily are married.
"Well, let's all hope his personality is a perfect mix of you two as well. We can't have him throwing up every time he gets nervous and we definitely can't have him being an alt rebel," Fat Amy jokes.
We all have a laugh at that before they slowly start to leave, leaving the three of us alone with our baby boy. I never thought there'd be a day that trumped the one where Aubrey and Chloe officially became my partners. But now I have a child with them and this has definitely been the happiest day of my life. Oh, and don't worry. The doctors fixed my hand too.