*Happy Saturday Friends! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and have a wonderful weekend. As always, your reviews are so appreciated :) This chapter is short, but sweet, and I hope you enjoy it!

Also, I mean no disrespect to anyone as far as comments made about names! I have no bias, so I apologize already if offense is taken.

Frozenfreak-I hadn't really given thought to what the sex of the baby that Beca lost was. But I knew from the beginning what the sex of this baby was going to be.

It's autumn in New York that brings the promise of new love.
Autumn in New York is often mingled with pain.
Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for exotic lands;
It's autumn in New York;
It's good to live it again.

It's snowing when we leave the doctors office that afternoon, and the bustling city of New Haven is calm and peaceful on a Friday in December as everyone prepares for the weekend.

I smile as I check my phone, and see the flood of incoming text messages.

"Girl?! Come on Girl! Auntie needs a shopping partner!"-Chloe

"Healthy Baby? That's all that matters!"-Ashley

"Boy?! Aunt Cynthia can have that baby decked to the nines!"-Cynthia Rose.

Sighing, I think about my friends, and how supportive they've been through out all of this. I know no matter what the note reveals, they will be happy.

Jesse opens my car door for me, and I slide in, millions of thoughts swirling around in my head. I look over at him, and he flashes me his thousand watt smile. The type of smile that tells me he's over the moon excited, and ready for this journey into parenthood.

We drive back to the apartment in silence, as I stare out the window at the falling snow.

What if it's a girl? I shudder at the thought of an explosion of pink and dresses and hormones. Having a daughter terrifies me. Maybe I'm less likely to leave if we have a son.

Seriously Beca?

I silently curse myself for thinking like that.

Regardless of what we have, I am not going to leave. Nobody deserves to be rejected and hurt like that, and I refuse to allow this baby to feel even an eighth of an inch of the pain inflicted upon me as a child. I will find it in myself to be the mother I never had. I will find it in myself to get up in the middle of the night, to kiss boo-boo's, to read endless bedtime stories, and to watch the latest Disney movie 12,000 times. Because that's what this baby deserves, two emotionally and physically available parents who are willing to give their everything.

I'll be fine with either, I remind myself. Just as long as this child is nothing like me. It needs 100% of Jesse's DNA. None of my biting sarcasm, my pessimism, my aloofness, darkness, and my hatred of the universe. Then again, my quick wit and perseverance aren't terrible qualities. Okay fine, let's pass those along.

I glance over to Jesse, looking him up and down. All of Jesse's goofiness...wait, no, not all. Let's go with 60%. The baby can have all of his sensitivity, love, and care&concern for people. Yeah, let's go with that.

"You're being awfully quiet over there, which is never good...are you plotting my murder?" He jokes, his face giving out a worrisome look. I deadpan.

"Debating between the rat poison, or the accidental shove off the cliff on our next hiking trip. It requires a lot of planning to get it just right, the significant other is always the first one they go after."

"Rat poison, always go with the rat poison...unless you can go with arsenic, in which case, always go with arsenic.."

My face breaks into a smile and I laugh at our ability to play off of each other.

Jesse pulls the car into the parking spot, shuts the engine off, and is to my door in a flash. Not only am I pregnant, but I'm pregnant and it's snowing-a double threat in his mind. He takes my hands in his and helps me out. I look up at him and smile, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"I love you, weirdo."

He smiles back. "Yeah, I know...I love you too short stack." This of course results in an over dramatic eye roll and shake of the head from me in response.

We head inside and my mouth drops as I take everything in.

It's freezing outside as the snow swirls around, but inside, inside is warm and inviting. Rose petals line the floor from the front door to the kitchen. Candles are light, and the lights are dimmed. Ella Fitzgerald plays through the speakers, and smells of cinnamon and apple spice from the candles waft through the room. Sparkling cider is chilling in an ice bucket on the table that has been set with two plates. I stand there, in a state of shock, simply amazed.

"Who...how.." I stutter.

"Chloe and Luke." He simply answers, as he helps me out of my coat. "Dinner tonight is an italian glazed chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. For dessert, two slices of Mango Key Lime Cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory."

"I think I should go change..." I express, feeling so under dressed for the sight in front of me. He shakes his head before kissing the top of mine.

"Nope, no need. Your outfit is just perfect." He assures me. I look down at it just the same. My black pair of Ugg boots Julie and Amanda picked out for me on Black Friday, a pair of jeans with an adjustable waist band, and a long sleeved red t-shirt layered over a black tank top which revealed my slightly bulging belly.

We walk into the kitchen, and he pulls out my chair for me before popping open the bottle of cider and pouring two glasses.

My hand goes out to stop him before he can say anything.

"Maybe we should wait!"

He looks back at me quizzically. "To find out the sex?"

"I'm just...a little nervous." I explain.

His hands reach out for my belly, and rub at the protruding ball.

"Whatever peanut is, is exactly what were supposed to have." He assures me. "But if you think we should have dinner first, I'm okay with that too."

"No, no it's fine. I wont be able to relax until I know, let's just do this."

He takes a breath and nods his head, knowing that our lives are about to redefined and changed once again at this new revelation.

He takes the envelope out of his coat pocket, and clears his throat. Switching his glances between the envelope and me. Slowly, his fingers push it open, and slide inside. He pulls out the folded piece of paper, and holds it in his hands.

"Either way, were blessed. We have a healthy baby. In the end that's all that matters." He reminds me. I nod my head in response. He's right, it's the most important thing to remember. A healthy baby is what's important.

I look at his face as he opens the note. Instantly, his lips break out into a smile as tears begin to form in his eyes. I can't help but smile myself, even though I'm still clueless. But seeing his happiness, makes me smile.

He lifts up my shirts, and places his hands on my belly, before leaning down to give a kiss. His eyes then extend upwards, towards mine, and he smiles at me.

"Bec...Peanut, is a Dinosaur." He whispers.

I angrily scowl at his attempt to be funny in such a heavy situation.

"Jesse Matthew Swanson..." I growl.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He laughs.

"Don't think I've forgotten about that little rat poison conversation we had just a few minutes ago in the car." I remind him.

"Right, no, not funny, okay." He apologizes. Taking a deep breath, he gets back into focus, and tries to get serious again.

"Seriously though Bec." He tells me, his hands back on my belly, rubbing lovingly at it. "You're carrying our daughter babe, peanut's a baby girl, she's a girl."

I sit there on the chair, as tears begin to well up in my eyes. A daughter, I'm carrying our daughter. A sob escapes from my lips as the tears begin to fall.

I am capable of this. I will give her all the love and unconditional support I never received from my mother. I will join in on her tea parties with her stuffed animals, I will make it to all the dance rehearsals, even though everyone is wearing pink and I hate every second of it. I will learn to do her hair, I will learn to love waking up at 7am on a Saturday morning just to watch tv with her and cuddle. I will learn to love her I tell myself. But in this moment, as I look down at my belly, and at Jesse, I realize I already do. I already do love her. This little love, so innocent, so new, and pure, she's all mine. And I will fight for her with every breath I have inside of me, because she's worth it. Because she deserves it.

I hug Jesse tightly, as we both cry happy tears together.

"It's really happening, this is really happening." I cry.

"Yeah." He whispers back before kissing me. "I love you, I love you both."

"We love you too. This little girl is the luckiest little girl in the world to get you as her daddy." I inform him.

"And she's the luckiest littlest girl in the world to get you as her mommy. I know you don't believe that, but she is. I know you are going to love her with everything you have. You are going to surprise yourself Bec, you will. I have faith that you can do this, I know you're scared because of the relationship you had with your mom, but this is different. I know you will love her, more than you have ever loved anything else in this world." He assures me. His faith in me as a mother, is so strong, it brings me to even more tears. He is so sure of me, so sure of my abilities.

I kiss him once more, my arms locking around his neck, and we stand there together. Were locked together in our own little world, our own little unit, our own little family.

"Dominque?" I suggest, as we stretch out together on the couch, a fire crackling in the fireplace.

"Dominique?! That sounds like a strippers name...what about Tiffany?" He offers.

"Seriously? Dominique's a strippers name, but Tiffany isn't? Come on now..."

We've just found out two hours earlier were having a girl, and already, the name argument has begun. It's playful of course, but eventually, we are going to have to settle on just one name, and I can tell already it's not going to be an easy road.

Looking down at the computer, I snort.

"We could name her Bella."

"Bella Swanson, right, is she Team Jacob, or Team Edward?" He questions.

"She's Team Independent Woman. Our daughter doesn't need a man to save her." I inform him as I kiss him lightly on the lips.

"Oh I'm all for that team!" He wholeheartedly agrees.

"Nothing plain, no Jane, or Mary, or Caitlin." I express, putting out my stipulations.

"Nothing too popular. I don't want her to be the 12th Ella in her class." He puts in. I nod my head agreeably.

Staring off at the Christmas Tree, in the comfort of Jesse's arms, as we discuss baby names, I smile to myself. It will be a long road, but a road I'm thrilled were taking. Not matter what Peanut's name becomes, I love her already, and I thankful for every day that she is with me.

Just for fun, there is a poll that can be found on my profile page, where you can cast your name vote. Enjoy!