*Into the Woods was simply outstanding, amazing, and superb. Anna Kendrick is an out of this world human being, and I'm convinced there is nothing that woman can do badly. Even if she claims she sucks at math and cooking. I can't wait to get to see her in PP2 and The Last 5 Years.

I came up with the idea for this chapter after seeing a picture of Rebel Wilson floating around on the internet. I hope you find it quite humorous. Please review, I love hearing your thoughts about what you liked (or even what you didn't like)

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas, enjoy!

"We just made our first parental decision." I pointed out as Jesse and I sat on the couch.

"Indeed we did, how are you feeling about it?" He asked.

Looking over at him, I nodded my head. "I know we made the right decision. I feel good having someone with so much experience."

And I did. Hiring someone with experience was my number one priority. Neither Jesse nor I really had any experience ourselves, we couldn't all be going in blind, somebody had to know what they were doing. Even though I was thoroughly convinced that Jesse would slide into parenthood like he was made for it. I however still needed the occasional reassurance that somehow everything would work out just fine.

"Hey, I got you something, by the way." He said as he began to reach into his pocket.

My heart immediately lunged into my throat as my eyes simultaneously bugged out of my head.

Yes, Jesse and I were having a child together, but we were also just a pair of 19&20 year old kids. We did not need to add a wedding to our plate right now. Figuring out school, A-Capella shit, and pregnancy was more than enough for us right now. We had the rest of our lives ahead of us, and I knew I was going to lose it if he pulled out a ring out of his pocket. Not to mention, I wasn't even exactly sure I believed in marriage. My parent's of course being the shinning example. I knew I loved Jesse, I didn't need a ring and a piece of paper to confirm that. Clearly, my face was a dead give away of the thoughts running through my head.

He smiled and began to laugh as he watched the horrified look creep over my face. "Bec, relax, take a breath. I'm not proposing."

I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until he mentioned that and I finally released.

I took the box from him and gently opened it to reveal a necklace. On the silver chain hung a little baby foot with 'Alexandra' written across it in cursive. My fingers rubbed across it, and I was touched by the sincerity of the gift.

"Jesse, it's beautiful." I whispered, holding it up. "Can you put it on me?"

His hands reached out as I pulled my hair out of the way and he placed the piece around my neck.

"Thank you."

"You deserve it. You've been through a lot these past 7 months"

We sat there for a few seconds, just staring at each other.

"Hey..." I began, my fingers caressing his cheek. "I'm sorry if I kind of freaked out when I thought you were proposing." I apologized.

"No need to apologize, I know you're still holding out for Guetta's offer, it's totally understandable."

I threw a smirk in his direction and shook my head.

"You know I love you, right? I don't just say it out of habit, I say it because I truly mean it."

It wasn't often that I actually got serious, but every now and then, it was necessary.

"I know you do. And I also know that we already have enough on our plates right now, one thing at a time."

"I'm glad were on the same page."

I leaned over to kiss him on the lips as his hands found their way to my hips, pulling me in closer to him.

It wasn't long before I moved myself over and settled onto his lap, locking my arms around his neck. Being with Jesse was something I would never tire of.

He moaned as I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled on his bottom lip with my teeth. I couldn't help but smile as I felt him grow against my leg. Knowing how excited I made him just excited me even further.

But, of course, as it always seemed to happen, it was at this exact moment that my phone vibrated against my hip.

"Ughhh, why must everyone only need me when I'm busy?" I groaned.

"Gettin' busy..." Jesse breathed as his hands reached into my shirt. "Don't answer it."

It vibrated again.

"Alright, lemme just see what it is and then I'm chucking the damn thing across the room."

I looked down and saw the two cryptic texts from Ashley displayed across the screen.

"ICEBERG STRAIGHT AHEAD!"

My brows furrowed in confusion.

"What the fuck?" I questioned. What was that supposed to mean?

"There's no time to explain, just...brace yourself."

"Everything okay?" Jesse asked, obviously curious. I briefly glanced back up at him before looking back down at the phone.

"Not exactly sure..." I answered, my voice heavy with confusion. "Ashley just sent me a text that said Iceberg right ahead? Whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean."

Jesse soon pulled his head back in confusion. "Titanic reference."

I glanced over at him.

"Excuse me?"

"She's referencing a scene from Titanic, ya know, when the look out dude yells to the captain "Iceberg straight ahead!" it generally means disaster is about to strike." He explained.

I didn't even get the chance to argue back, my mouth opened, and I took a breath, but before I could utter a single word, the door flew open.

"BABBBBYYYYYY!"

I heard the loud and shrill squeal that could only mean one thing.

Chloe was drunk.

I was still straddling Jesse's waist when I felt her ice cold hands wrap around me.

"Jesus!" I yelled out as I flinched at the feeling of her cold hands against my warm skin.

"No, Chloe. Nice guess though."

"What in the hell..." I heard Jesse remark. He looked off over towards the kitchen, his forehead creased and his mouth hung open.

I twisted my body to look at what he was seeing.

It was 8pm on a Sunday night, and somehow, Chloe was trashed, and Amy stood in the kitchen in what appeared to be a Fraggle Rock costume. Lily awkwardly stood off to the side. I swore I couldn't have made this shit up if I tried.

"Will someone please, for the love of God, tell me what the fuck is going on?! Chloe, how are you wasted at 8pm?" Let's of course start with that one first, I wasn't even really sure I wanted to know what Amy's deal was.

Chloe's eyes darted back and forth before settling back on me.

"It was an accident." She breathed, her breath smelling heavily of some sort of Alcohol that I couldn't place. This of course is news to me.

"An accident? Really, what happened, you tripped into a batch of vodka and accidentally inhaled it?"

She turned her body to eye Amy up and down. "Somebody, though I won't mention any names, forgot to tell me that there were two different kinds of punch."

"And you what, couldn't taste the alcohol?" I again questioned. Her glossed over eyes looked into mine as she leaned in close and attempted to whisper.

"If you had to see what I saw tonight, you would have wanted to be drunk too."

I probably didn't want to know. But I asked anyway.

"Where the hell did you guys even go?"

"I'm not even sure. I remember being led into a basement blindfolded, gay strippers, and flamingo's." Chloe explained. "Absinthe may have been involved, or perhaps not."

I tilted my head and squinted my eyes in confusion. No, but seriously, where the fuck had the girls been? Not to mention, there was still the issue of figuring out why Fat Amy was wearing the costume.

I looked up towards Lily, hoping for some kind of explanation. "For $100 I can explain, but you'll need to take a blood oath. Oh, and if any men in uniform show up, I was at home studying all day."

My eyes widened as I took the information in.

"She's just joking right?...RIGHT?!"

"Oh calm down, of course she's kidding. We didn't do anything illegal...sort of." Amy assured me.

"Of course not." Chloe added, her eyes looking around the room before they landed on my boobs and she looked continuously between them and my face. "By the way, when did your rack explode six sizes? And...don't tell Jesse, but..."

Her eyes suddenly avoided mine, and I tried to stay with her train of thought.

"I think you may have gained some weight."

I nodded my head slowly. Smile and nod Beca, smile and nod.

"Anyway, I'm off to bed. You bitches," She began, pointing her finger at us. "have fun tonight. The lagoon is calling my name, and the purple monkey in the chair over there has some sage advice, don't drink the punch."

And with that, she sat up, kissed me on the cheek, and zig zagged off through the kitchen and upstairs to her room. Just as she disappeared, I could hear a loud crash come from the steps, the sound making me jump slightly.

"I'm flying! Nobody panic!" She yelled.

I looked back towards Amy and Lily and folded my arms.

"The important thing here is we all had a lovely time..." Amy informed me.

"Uh-huh, sure. Wait, how are you two sober?"

"Somebody had to drive." Lily explained.

"Yeah, and I never drink the punch. Who knows what the hell they put in that!"

Lily looked over at her. "Dude you were the bartender..."

Amy in return quickly elbowed her. I looked between both of them before settling on Amy and glaring at her.

"Okay, okay, so my friend Billy may have smuggled some Absinthe into the states from down under, no need to get your panties all in a wad, everybody's fine! We just thought it would be funny to get Chloe and Aubrey a little trashed."

"Why must-whoa, hold up! Did you just say Aubrey?!" I screeched.

"Oh, right...did I forget to mention the party was in Manhattan? Whoops."

I put my head in my hands and sighed as Jesse laughed and made some comment about paying good money to see Aubrey Posen hallucinating. He then whipped out his cell phone and began texting Unicycle.

"Why must I always be the responsible one of this group?" I hissed.

Amy glanced upward toward the ceiling, thoughts obviously running through her head. "No, you're not the responsible one, you're the knocked up one. We'll give responsible to Ashley."

I shook my head in response. "You nerds are lucky I love you."

"Beca?" The nurse called out.

Jesse helped me to my feet and we walked back to go through the same agenda we did at every doctor's appointment, weight, blood pressure, urine samples. By now I felt like an old pro.

I was clocking in today at 28 weeks exactly, and weighing 125 pounds with a heart rate at 78 beats per minute and blood pressure at 115/74. Everything was perfectly normal, and just how it should be.

"Have you picked out a name yet?" Dr. Ruckman asked as I laid on the exam table and she measured my belly.

"Alexandra Kate. Alex for short." I informed her, she smiled at the sound of it.

"What a beautiful and strong name." She said. "Measurements are looking good Beca, you appear to be right on target for 28 weeks."

I released a breath and nodded my head. Not that I had any doubts that everything was anything other than perfect, but it was still relaxing to hear it said out loud.

She looked my hands, feet, and legs over, and concluded that there were no signs of swelling, a sign of pre-eclampsia. She then grabbed the bottle of gel and squirted it across my belly in preparation for the ultrasound. Looking down at my belly, I was proud of myself. I had religiously applied copious amounts of cocoa butter to help prevent stretch marks, and it was clearly paying off. My skin glistened, strong, and smooth, there wasn't a mark in sight.

I looked over at the machine, and the water works began. I watched as her grainy black and white image moved around on the screen.

"She's sucking her thumb..." Jesse pointed out, as mesmerized by her image as I was. Indeed, she was sucking on her thumb as she floated around.

One hand went to Jesse as we locked our hands together, and my other hand reached up to grab at my new necklace.

"She's so perfect." I choked out, overwhelmed at the amount of love I had for this little girl. My maternal instincts had begun to kick in, and I knew I would kill any person who attempted to hurt my child.

I laid there, on the exam table, staring at her image, overcome with love and wondering how anyone could possibly just abandon their child and be able to move on with there life. Alex was mine, she was all mine. She relied on me to keep her safe, to keep her warm. It was my job to keep this child alive, and in that moment I knew I would destroy anything that got in the way of that job. She was so tiny, so precious and innocent. I knew then that my mother was an extremely cold individual. You had to be to carry a child for 9 months, to grow a human being, raise them for 10 years, and then just bolt.

No matter how tough things got, no matter what happened in this world, nothing could possibly ever happen that would make me want to leave Alex. And may God help the person who ever attempted to come between me and my child.

"Everything looks beautiful. She's about 2 pounds 2 ounces right now, and based on my estimation, about 14 inches long. She can blink her eyes, and is starting to differentiate between dark and light. She's also building up fat, to prepare her for the outside world." Dr. Ruckman explained. There were just 12 weeks left of this pregnancy, but it seemed like such a journey. I wanted her in my arms already.

"How are her movements? You still feeling her kick quite a bit?"

"God yes, she loves to be moving. Usually early morning and late evening are her favorite times. She's pretty mellow through out the day."

"Good, just as it should be. As you begin to enter into the third trimester, her movements will begin to slow as she starts to run out of space, but it's nothing to worry about. Unless you've gone more than 6 hours without feeling her move, there's no need for concern."

We talked about how I was feeling, and how the start of the third trimester was the beginning of the end. I was going to start getting uncomfortable. Sleep was going to become less and less, I would soon begin to waddle, feeling like, as my doctor so eloquently put it, "Barbie with her legs popped out and placed back in." My emotions were going to surge, along with my urge to pee. As if I wasn't already going every hour on the hour. And now, up until 36 weeks, I would begin to start coming in every 2 weeks for check ups. Once 36 weeks hit, it was every week until I delivered.

"Now, let's discuss the birth plan. What are you thinking as far as the epidural goes?" She questioned.

I looked to Jesse, and back at the doctor. "No epidural. I'm doing this on my own. And furthermore, no pitocin. Unless I'm like 2 weeks late, when she's ready, she'll come. I don't want anything artificially done. I really want to go into labor on my own." I explained. Jesse, choosing the safe route, just smiled and nodded. As he had previously told me, I was the one pushing the baby out, and I was the one who got to decide how that happened.

"You want my advice?" She asked. "Labor at home for as long as you can. If you don't come into the hospital until you're past 5 centimeters, you have a much better chance at delivering naturally. I have complete faith that you can do it. I'll send you home today with some papers on how to gauge your dilation so you're not showing up to the hospital at 2 centimeters. But, basically, if you can still talk through your contractions, you aren't ready to come in."

I explained that it would just be Jesse and I in the room together, but that we would welcome visitors as I labored. Namely, Jesse's mother. I was going to need her support and I knew it. As much as I loved Jesse, he had never pushed a baby out of his penis.

I took the rag from her hands and cleaned my belly off as I began to sit up. The end was coming up. In just 12 weeks, Alexandra would be in my arms, and Jesse and I would have a family.

Whoa.