*Hello friends! Sorry this took so long to get out, my laptop broke the other night. Few things in this world are worse than watching your laptop fall to its death in slow motion, it was awful. I'm currently updating visa my kindle, and it took a little while to get everything situated.

For this chapter, and the next, just a heads up. There will be extreme amounts of cursing, and descriptive sex and childbirth scenes. I'm pretty sure one scentance alone has the f word about four times. Consider this your warning, if strong language and descriptions offend you...then why the hell are you reading my story? 😉

All kidding aside, if it does offend you, walk away now.

Also, I dedicate this chapter, to my dear friend CajunQueen, and all my twitter girls, who offered so many ideas and scenarios. I love all you ladies!

Without further ado, here we go :)


"Pray to God you can cope

I'll stand outside this woman's work, this woman's world

Ohh it's hard on the man

now his part is over.

Now starts the craft of the father.

I know you've got a little life in you left

I know you've got a lot of strength left."


"Alright, nobody panic, Fat Amy to the rescue! Don't you flatbutts worry, I got this!" Amy shouted. "I once delivered a baby dingo, this can't be much different. Whatever you do, don't laugh...that baby will shoot straight threw your vag!"

My eyes popped at the sound of her words. Reality was starting to sink in, in a few hours, something was going to shoot through my vagina. Okay, maybe shoot wasn't the exact right word, but none the less, there was still something coming out. And that something was a baby, with a head the size of a cantelope.

Chloe glanced over at her. "Yeahhh, well, while I'm sure your obsetric skills are nothing short of spectacular Amy, the hospital is probably best right now."

I waved my hand in protest, as I bent over, trying to release the pressure in my back. "No, no hospital, not yet anyway. I'm doing this naturally. Dr. Ruckman said the best way to avoid a C-section, or Pitocin, was to labor for as long as I could before heading to the hospitallllll..." My eyes grew wide and I began to trail off as a contraction slammed into my body unexpectedly.

"MOTHER FUCKERRRRRR!" I cried out, grabbing onto the counter so hard I swore pieces of it were going to come off in my hand. Where the fuck did that pain come from?!

"Look Beca, I'm not trying to scare you or anything. I'm just being realistic. Are you really sure this is what you want? I hate to break it to you, but the last time I checked, they've yet to invent a zipper for the uterus." Amy reminded me. Cynthia smacked her arm and glared at her.

"She don't need to be hearing that, how is that helpful?"

"What, you want me to lie or something? At least I'm trying here! I don't see anyone else offering advice."

All at once it seemed everyone was offering me advice.

"Did you remember to get waxed?"

"You should totally get a look at the baby coming out!"

"Are you gonna catch her when she comes out or is Jesse?"

"EXCUSE ME! Maybe you might have forgotten, but I am in labor right now. There is currently a 6 pound baby trying to make her way out of my vagina. None of which any of you have experience with. Let me assure you, it fucking hurts. So I am going to go upstairs, and be miserable in peace. If anybody needs anything, figure it out yourselves!" I screamed.

"Damn, that is one pissed off mama...ouch, hey!"


As I stood in front of my full length mirror, and began to step out of my dress, I couldn't help but think to myself that this was just exactly how I had pictured my labor going! Not...

I had expected there to be pain, of course, what I didn't expect however, was a pain so intense that I would actually seriously consider knawing my fingers off.

Okay, that may have been a bit dramatic. But still, this shit hurt like a bitch!

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my body fully. This was it, 10 months came down to this very moment. My body was full, veins danced across my enormously filled breasts, my round belly was stretched to the max, and my belly button popped outwards. This was the last time I would see my body this big. And while I often complained about the strain it put on me, I was going to miss it. This was a body that nurished human life. This was the moment that made the blood, sweat, tears, hormones, and weight gain worth it.

"It's you and me today Alex, we're gonna have to work together to get through this sweet girl." I crooned.

Standing in front of the mirror, admiring my frame and trying to relish this moment, another contraction began to build.

It was like a wave that built, until it all came crashing down onto shore. The pain ripped across my stomach, building, and building, until finally, it hit it's peak, which was like the most intense set of cramps I had ever experienced in my young life. It was a pain so intense, my legs could barely support my tiny body. One hand slammed across the wall in agony, trying to support my body, as the other hand grabbed at my belly.

"Gahhhhh!" I screamed out in pain. As it began to die down, I tried to focus on regaining my breath. "Fuck, this shit is no joke!"

It took me a minute before I found myself finally able to stand up once again. Tears began to well in my eyes as the after shocks of contractions still lingered through my body. For the first time through out this entire pregnancy, I briefly considered whether or not my body was prepared for this experience.

I just need to get in the water, I convinced myself. The water was going to somehow rectify this situation. I quickly grabbed a sports bra from the dresser and headed into the bathroom to draw a bath, grabbing my phone on the way in. As I sat on the edge of the tub, preparing the bath, I quickly scrawled out a text to Jesse and his parents. My water broke and contractions were coming 10 minutes apart. This was it.

"Code Green."


The night before

"Mmm..." I groaned out breathlessly as Jesse's hand caressed my stomach. My hands fisted in his hair as I devoured his lips. I was horny as hell, and needed him inside of me immediately. As Stacie had repeatedly been telling me for a week straight, "The exact thing that got you into this situation, is the very thing that will get you out of it."

As I sat up and began to lift my leg over him to straddle his waist, I began to feel a contraction build. However, I still really wanted to sex Jesse in the worst way, and so I made a horrible attempt to hide what was happening.

I straddled his waist as his lips began to trail my neck and suck on my pulse point.

"Gahhh!" I moaned out, pleasure and pain escaping my lips. He may not have been able to see my face, but he didn't exactly need to in order to figure out what was happening. He stopped immediately.

"You're having a contraction aren't you?" He asked in that condesending tone that made me just want to punch him...after I screwed his brains out.

"No I'm not, keep going." I hissed through gritted teeth as I began to rock my lower half on top of him.

"Beca..."

I sighed heavily and pulled back from him. "Okay, fine, I'm having a contraction, so sue me!"

"How do you know this isn't the real thing?" He questioned.

I glared at him as I folded my arms across my chest. "Trust me, until I start screaming at you and threatening to rip your dick off, it's not the real thing. Besides, their not consistant."

I was being cock blocked by my own boyfriend, my own damn boyfriend.

"What if I'm not here when it starts, we should have a code." He mentioned, trying to distract me as I kissed up and down his neck.

"A code? How about Jesse shut the fuck up you're about to get laid, how about that for a code?" I sarcastically replied, growing more and more agrivated with every word that he spoke.

I went to reach for his belt buckle, but he stopped me, gently placing his hand on my wrist.

"A code."

I sighed and rolled my eyes dramatically.

"And then you'll give me what I need?"

He bit his lip and nodded his head softly.

"Fine, if I happen to go into labor and you are not with me, I will text you code green. Green for go. Now please, please give me this. You and I both know this will likely be the last time we have sex for weeks."


*Chloe's POV*

"GOD DAMMIT SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!"

Beca's screams continued to be heard through the house as we sat in the living room, completely unsure of what to do. Staring awkwardly at each other, Cynthia Rose finally spoke up.

"Well shit, that scream was only...8 and a half minutes form the last one. How in the hell is she even supposed to know when to go to the hospital if she's trying to go natural? What if she waits too long and doesn't make it in time?" She questioned. "I sure as hell don't know how to delivery a baby! And neither do you, Dr. Doolittle!"

Looking over at Amy as she spoke, she continued her tyrade. "Which reminds me, we are so not done with that marriage conversation, ya hear me? This doesn't change anything!"

"He's a good person!" Amy defended, rolling her eyes.

"He tried to sell Benji's cat on Craigslist!" Jessica pointed out. Amy opened her mouth, hesitatnt at first.

"Now that was just a complete misunderstanding..."

"Okay, ya know what, I'm just gonna go up and check on her..." I said, rising to my feet.

"Hey, Red, now don't go in there bargining in on her in the middle of labor." Amy reminded me.

I scoffed as I folded my arms across my chest.

"Oh please, when have I ever...okay fine I'll be sure to knock." I replied when I found myself met with angry glares before I could even get my sentance out.

Making my way up the stairs to Jesse and Beca's bedroom, I couldn't help the goosebumps that rose across my skin. Beca was going to have a baby today. After witnessing the hell of that miscarriage, I thought I'd never see Beca smile again. And yet, here we were, months later, preparing to bring this miracle of a little girl into the world.

Tears began to well in my eyes as I pushed the door to the master bedroom open. Beca's strength never failed to amaze me.

I walked over to the bathroom door and knocked gently. "Bec? It's Chloe, can I come in?"

"Chloe? Since when the hell do you knock?"

Taking that as my cue, I opened the door to find the master bathroom turned into a serene spa. Beca lay in the tub, her body holding onto the edge for support, while soft music played, and candles enveloped the room. It was completely calm and peaceful.

"Thank you! The girls insisted I knock, it felt weird."

I took a seat on the floor and watched her as both arms cradled her belly, and she rocked her body back and forth. Her cheek rested on the edge of the tub, and her breathing was deliberate.

Her eyes soon began to squeeze shut as her mouth hung open. I could tell another contraction was hitting her.

"Ahhh...ahh..ahh...fuuuckkkkk!" She cried out in pain. Immediately I reached out my hand for her to squeeze. And squeeze she did. She squeezed so damn hard I was convinced I could feel all the blood drain from my hand.

"Wow, that's some grip you got there!" I squeaked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She moaned, trying to regain her breath and focus. "Chloe, dear God, if you only listen to one thing I tell you, let it be this: Don't get pregnant. Or at least, if you do, take the drugs. Hell, take the fucking doggy bag too."


*Jesse's POV*

"Where is she?!" I questioned, as I burst through the door into my house, out of breath, causing 10 girls to glare back at me, dumbfounded.

"WELL WHERE THE FUCK IS HE? I TEXTED HIM 15 MINUTES AGO! I SWEAR ON MY GRAVE I WILL CHOP HIS FUCKING DICK OFF THE SECOND I SEE HIM."

I glanced up at the ceiling at the sound of her voice.

"Well, look who showed up, you sure you're ready for this Jess?" Stacie asked as she stood in the kitchen, her arms folded across her chest.

"I would enter at your own risk homeboy, I'm not exactly sure who exactly you'll be met with up there. Her evil twin may have taken over." Amy informed me.

Quickly I made my way into the kitchen and got a cup of crushed ice. I headed up the stairs before pausing momentarily and spinning back around. "Nobody go anywhere, were going to need you all at some point!"

I could hear Chloe's voice on the phone with the doctor as I made my way upstairs. She was informing them that Beca's contractions were intense, and currently coming 8 minutes apart. Her water had broken, and she was laboring in the tub.

"Bec, Dr. Ruckman's on call today at Yale-New Haven. She said you can come in any time now, just call when you're on the way."

I stopped short. Holy shit this was no joke. After 2 straight weeks of braxton hicks contractions, and Beca being down right miserable, this was the real deal. Labor was here. Looking across the hall into Alexandra's room, everything felt so real.

Her lavender room was cleaned, prepped, and ready to go. Walking into it, I looked around at everything before walking over to the dresser where a picture frame that read "Thank Heaven for little girls" sat. Gently picking it up, I rubbed my fingers across the picture of her ultrasound. In a few short hours, I was going to be a father.


*Beca's POV*

My body worked overtime in the tub as I prepared to bring my daughter into the world. The pain was intense, more intense than anything I had ever experienced before, and I just wanted to die. What the fuck was I thinking doing this without drugs?! Was I nuts?! And furthermore, where the fuck was Jesse? He got to enjoy the fun part, and was going to what, just leave me here to do all the hard work myself? I don't fucking think so!

Just then, I heard the doorknob turn, and I looked over my shoulder to see him standing in the doorway.

"Bec...you look beautiful." He whispered, taking me in as I rocked my body in the tub, trying to relieve the pressure in my pelvis.

I knew he was being sincere, and was captivated at the sight of seeing the woman he loved in the midst of preparing to give birth to his child, but I was not having any of it.

"Fuck off! I am in immense fucking pain right now!" I cried out, trying to breathe. Why the fuck was that even a thing anyway? No amount of breathing was going to help aliviate the fact that a human being was currently trying to make her way out through my vagina.

"Vodka."

"Um..what?" Chloe asked.

"I want vodka." I repeated, more slowly this time.

"Umm, I don't think-but should you-maybe-"

"DON'T ASK STUPID QUESTIONS, GET ME THE FUCKING ALCOHOL!" I screamed.

She immediately complied without any further questions, and ran out of the room. Jesse, stood in the middle of the room, looking completely bewildered. Another contraction stareted to build, and I gripped the tub.

"Oh God...give me your hand."

"Are you having a contraction?"

Even in the midst of labor, I deadpanned.

"No genius, I'm feeling romantic. OF COURSE I'M HAVING A FUCKING CONTRACTIONNNNN...FUUUUCKKKKKKK!"

It built and built, as it had been doing for the past few hours and I just wanted out of this misery, who was I trying to prove myself to? I wanted the fucking drugs! I couldn't do this on my own, it was time to give up the act. I may have wanted to act like a little 5'1 badass on the outside, but the truth was, even I felt pain, and there was only so much my poor body could take.

"Bec you're getting hysterical, you've got to try and relax, I know it's not easy baby, but I need you to try."

"Jesse" I sobbed, as I looked over at his face. "I'm dying."

"Beca you are not dying."

"I'm giving birth without drugs for Christ's sake, it's the same thing!"

He knelt down next to the tub, and his hands reached out to rub at my back as he took a cup and poured water over my body.

"Breathe, Bec, Breathe." He instructed as I laid there moaning and crying. Lifting my body up, I leaned on Jesse, both physically and emotionally for support. Wrapping my arms around his neck, his hands rubbed soothingly up and down my back.

"Jesse, make it stop, please just take it away, I can't do this. I love you, and I'm hurting, please make it stop."

I just wanted him to step up, wanted him to take this from me. I was in such agony, and I couldn't do it by myself anymore. It wasn't often that I was so dependent and emotional in front of him, but I truly needed him in the moment. He lifted my chin up with his finger, and I could see the tears in his eyes.

"I am so amazed at your strength right now, Bec, you're doing this. It's all you. You said you wanted a natural birth, and that's exactly what you're getting. I could never do this. But you, you have a strength inside of you like no one else I've ever known. Don't give up just because it's hard."

I nodded my head as yet another contraction threatened to knock me on my ass.

"I'm right here Bec, just try and breathe, I'm right here."

"It's time to go to the hospital." I moaned in the midst of the contraction. Jesse agreed, and helped me get to my feet. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped the fabric around my body, and guided me out of the tub.

I made my way to our bed, our sanctuary, and laid down, drying myself off. Jesse slid into the walk in closet and grabbed me a simple, black strapless cover up type dress that would be quick and easy to slip on. Figuring underwear would just be an unnesesary hassle, I threw on a strapless bra, and the dress, and quickly pulled my hair into a pony tail.

As we began to gather our things and make our way down, I tried to think of anything but the current pain I was in.


August 18th, 2012

He placed me onto the bed, my back hitting the mattress, and I sighed lightly at the feeling of being disconnected momentarily from him.

He hovered above me briefly, and I released a nervous laugh before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to me. Spreading my legs, he settled his body on top of mine as he kissed me and his hand slid under my shirt rubbing over my hip.

"Hey, you never told me what this tattoo was about." he whispered, his hand rubbing lightly over my purple and red heart like shaped tattoo.

Jesse knew all about my tattoos. The flower on my upper back-the first one I got when I was just 15. In my head, I can still remember how my father screamed when he found out. And the "one day at a time" tattoo I got written in script on my wrist for my 18th birthday.

But the hip tattoo, the small, unique, brightly colored, heart like looking tattoo, was off limits. And every time Jesse brought it up, I would shut him down.

I leaned my body upward to meet him, and pulled him into a kiss as my hands reached for his belt buckle. But as soon as my hand got there, his hand grabbed at it.

"Why do you always insist on putting this conversation off?"

I folded my arms. "Because I don't want to talk about it."

"Why even get a tattoo if you're not planning on talking about it."

My head pulled back, and I scoffed at him. "Excuse me?! My tattoos are for me, myself, and I. They are personalized body art that are meaningful to me. I don't owe anybody an explanation! I certainly don't owe you an explanation, but if you are so hellbent on figuring this out, it's the recovery symbol from an eating disorder, okay? Happy now? Christ, why do you have to push everything!"

I pushed him off of me and got out of the bed, walking into the bathroom and slamming it shut.

This.

This right here was what I was trying to avoid in the first place. I knew it would start an argument, and I just wasn't in the mood for it. As I laid there, with my back against the wall, all those memories came flooding back. The self hatred, the ensure shakes, the emergency room visits, the medications, the psychiatrists. That part of my life that I had fought so hard to block out, thrust itself forward with a vengeance.

Without even knocking, he came into the bathroom, and sat down on the floor next to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I should have known you had a reason for not talking about it. It was wrong of me to push."

I shook my head as I tried my hardest not to cry. "I'm sorry for freaking out on you, it's just not something I talk about. It was just something that happened when I was a teenager, it's over with, I'm recovered."

"It takes a lot of strength to recover from something like that, you know that right?"

I nodded my head. Yes, it did take strength, I was a warrior, a badass, a survivor. I knew that. But sometimes, just once perhaps, I wished I didn't have to be so strong. He looked over at me, and pushed some hair out of my face. I swallowed hard before turning to face him, tears falling onto my cheeks.

"You don't always have to be so guarded, I can handle your baggage..." He whispered, his face just inches from mine. I nodded my head, and he moved his inward to kiss me.

My face softened, and I found myself melting into the kiss. His arm snaked around my waist, and I lifted my leg, pulling myself onto his lap, and wrapping my arms around his neck.

We sat together on the floor, kissing heavily, as his hands danced across my stomach, causing me to moan. Needing to breathe, I pulled back from the kiss, as his lips trailed to my neck and his hands softly grabbed at my tank top, pulling it up over my head gently as I lifted my arms. Throwing the top onto the floor, I sat there in my pajama shorts, my entire front exposed to him.

"I love you Bec, I just want to take care of you, I just want to love you."

"Okay." I whispered.

We both stood up, and my eyes glanced up at him.

"Don't screw this up Swanson." I pleaded.

In one quick swoop, he lifted me up into his arms, and kissed me as I wrapped my arms around him. "I wont." He said simply as he carried me back to the bed and laid me down.

Lifting his shirt over his head, he threw it across the room before covering my body with his. Suddenly we found ourselves in the same position we had been in not 30 minutes earlier. But this time was different, we both wanted each other, to make love to each other, kiss each other, touch each other.

Jesse's head bent down to my chest, kissing at my collarbone as his lips left a trail of kisses until they reached my nipple and he closed around it, sucking it into his mouth as his other hand massaged my other breast. My back arched, pressing my hips into his as I cried out. Jesse was a total boob man, which was fine with me, I loved the attention.

I whimpered slightly as I felt his hand leave my right breast, but didn't have a chance to do much more as his lips returned to mine, and his hand trailed down south. Slipping into my shorts, he ran his middle finger through my folds.

"Unhhhhh.." I cried out, wanting more.

"So wet." He whispered, before bringing his finger to his mouth. "So delicious."

I pulled at his belt buckle, and undid his jeans, sliding them off his body and throwing them to the ground. He hovered above me, his growing erection visible through tight boxers. Running my hands down his defined chest, he moaned and pulled his head back.

Pulling the underwear off, all 8 inches were revealed to me, and I felt myself grow even wetter as I thought of what was to come.

Bringing his body back to mine, Jesse touched and teased my clit, driving me wild as he kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear, his free hand used to pull down my underwear.

Spreading my legs and bending my knees, I looked up at him.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He replied, before plunging deep into me, causing my head to hit the back of the pillow. God damn he felt so good.

"Shit!" I cried out, as my eyes grew wide. The sensation was delicious as he continued to knock into my G-spot.

"Babe, ugh, you feel so good." He said, breathing heavily.

My hands grabbed onto his hips as I forced my body to meet his thrusts. While my eyes screwed shut, getting lost in the moment, a warmth running through my entire body.

"Faster, ughhh, I'm almost there, not ughhh much, ohhhh" I could barely form sentances as he picked up the pace, hitting my nerves over and over again. As he rubbed furious circles onto my clit and bit down onto my neck, I came. Hard.

Wildly moaning, my body practically convulsed as my muscles clamped down around him, milking him dry as he spilled into me, filling me completely.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk, don't stop!" I cried out.

My bolted jolted one last time before giving out, Jesse falling on top of me. I laid there, breathing heavily, my body feeling like complete jello as he kissed up and down his neck. I could barely move.

"That was incredible." I breathed.

Jesse smiled at me. "I told you I'd take care of you, you just let me know when you're ready for more."


"Do you have the bag?"

"Already in the car, are you guys following us over there?

"Yeah, we'll meet you there."

"Bec, you ready?"

I was suddenly snapped back into reality as I stood at the bottom of the stairs with Jesse staring at me.

"What? Yeah, no I'm good, let's do this." I agreed, coming back into focus.

This was it. The next time Jesse and I came back into this house, we would be parents.

In a surprising moment of clarity, before yet another contraction could hit me, I grabbed his shoulder. "I just wanted to remind you that I love you, and please disregard all the hateful things I tell you today."

He smiled, and placed his hands on my belly before kissing me lightly. "I love you too Beca, let's go have this baby."