A/N: I felt like writing something a bit lighter to balance things out from my last fic. This story stands on its own and isn't related in any way to that one.

'Bread and butter pickle chips or dill pickle spears?' was the last thought Jade had before her life changed forever.

The moment she and Beck had been waiting the last nine months and five days for had finally seemed to arrive, and not a moment too soon. She'd been having mild on and off practice contractions the last few days, but they had all been false alarms that had tampered off as soon as they'd started tracking them. None of them had ended with the birth of their first child (that they had decided not to find out the sex of, to make it more of a surprise). It had seemed like the kid was never going to come out, and it had seemed safe to leave the house to indulge in one of Jade's final pregnancy cravings and maybe walk around a bit to try to encourage her labor to finally start naturally before they would have to take the alternate route to becoming parents.

A contraction much more intense than the false alarm ones she'd been feeling suddenly hit her, and the sudden pain in her abdomen caused Jade to drop both glass jars of different pickle varieties she'd been holding and trying to pick between. Beck had been looking at the various jars and bottles on the opposite shelf on the other side of the aisle, but immediately turned his attention back to Jade at the sound of her gasp of pain and the two jars smashing on the supermarket floor, turning around just in time to see her bend over slightly as her hands flew to her belly, eyes squeezed shut in pain.

"Jade?"

Surrounded by broken glass and pickles, her face a mix of pain and confusion, it didn't take much to guess what had happened. As if to confirm it, Jade cried out once more before something else hit the floor with another splash.

"Shit, I think my water broke," Jade said, opening her eyes to look to Beck, a slightly scared look on her face.

Beck carefully stepped towards Jade amidst the mess of glass and pickles and wrapped an arm around her, one of his hands touching the side of her belly (and for once not being swatted away by Jade's own hand for touching her). He slowly guided her safely away from the mess, careful for both of their sake so neither of them would slip.

"God, this kid has timing," Jade groaned once they were safely away from the mess, her pickle cravings and potential walking plans forgotten as she and Beck walked through the aisle, back towards the front of the store.

"It's okay, we're ready. We've been ready for this," Beck said, trying to stay calm despite feeling the excitement beginning to build inside him. "We'll tell an employee what happened and then we'll get you to the hospital."

"O-okay," Jade replied, letting her breath out slowly, before gasping again. "Babe, the hospital bag! We need to go home and get it."

Beck resisted bringing a hand up to facepalm, not wanting to upset Jade. Naturally, it was the only time they hadn't brought it with them when they had left the house for something (not thinking that this would be the time that Jade would go into labor after so many false alarms), and it had nearly cost them making it to the hospital in time.

Despite being almost a week late, Jace Elliot Oliver was now in a hurry to make his grand appearance. The time between the arrival to the hospital and the time they saw their baby boy for the first time after he'd been placed on Jade's chest was a blur.

"He's here," Beck said in awe, leaning in to get a better look at his son.

"He's finally out of me," Jade said. "And to think it was because I was taking too long to decide on which pickles to get."

Beck chuckled lightly, leaning up to kiss Jade's flushed cheek. "At least it'll be a good story to tell him when he's older."

"Yeah," Jade cooed to the baby, wrapping her arms around her newborn son's tiny body as he began to calm down, already surrounded by love from both of his parents.

A few hours after things had calmed down and Jade was finally resting, Beck was able to tell his son a story. It wasn't the one he'd suggested just after his birth about the event that had led up to it, but something else.

"...And then your mommy said, 'Just do it, already!' which was very confusing to daddy, so I just took the most literal translation, and I just did it. What would you do?"

Beck dropped his voice to a whisper, the next words just for his son as he gently rocked him in his arms in the dimly lit hospital room.

"Don't tell your mom, but between you and me it was the smartest thing I ever did, because now you're here. Isn't that nice? I think it is."

He leaned in and kissed the baby's forehead, causing Jace to stir a bit in Beck's arms, but not wake up. It was too soon to tell who he would take after, and Jade and Beck had been too tired to for the time being, their shared adrenaline running out due to the day's events, but they had noticed that the boy already had a tiny pout that matched Jade's, which he was sporting now. She was definitely alright with that.

Beck looked up from the baby to the hospital bed, where Jade seemed to still be fast asleep, resting on her side and facing Beck and the baby. She'd fallen asleep watching Beck admire their son in the chair pulled right up next to the bed. That was good, as she needed her rest after what she'd been through that day, but Beck was more happy about that because she probably hadn't heard the 'story' Beck had shared with their few hours old son. He wasn't sure she would have approved of it.

After admiring his sleeping wife for a moment longer, Beck looked back to his son's equally sleepy face, unable to believe he was finally here, and that he and Jade were parents.

A/N: Thanks for reading!