"Are you nervous?" Jesse wanted to know, as Beca wiggled beside him.
"No, why would I be nervous?" she retorted sarcastically. "Its just the rest of our lives, right?"
"Or at least the next eighteen years", he agreed, chuckling. "until we ship them off to college. They'll be a Barden legacy, a little Bella or a little Treble".
"Should we find out if it's a boy or a girl?" Beca questioned.
"Isn't it-"
"I didn't mean now". She rolled her eyes. "Should we? I mean we've had enough surprises, haven't we?"
"Look, it doesn't get much more surprising than this". Jesse chuckled slightly. "Let's just hope it isn't twins or something".
"Oh fuck what if its twins?" Beca's eyes widened.
"It's not twins".
"If its twins I'm going to cut your balls off myself", she decided, glaring at him and he shifted over slightly in his chair.
Beca lay on the table, her shirt up near her breasts, belly exposed, trying not to wiggle.
She was going to be a mother.
She had come around to the idea, but it hadn't felt real until that moment. Until she had freezing cold ultrasound gel squeezed onto her belly, her uterus a blurry blob of black and white on the screen.
She was six weeks and four days pregnant, just over halfway through the first trimester. She had a tiny ball of cells growing inside of her, a tiny ball of cells that was her baby.
The baby hadn't been planned, but it was most definitely loved. Jesse's eyes shone with excitement and his face radiated a kind of love that Beca had never seen before, and she doubted she'd ever see again. He squeezed her hand with excitement as the doctor talked them through what to expect in the first twelve weeks of pregnancy (Beca knew all about the sickness side, and she'd never felt more tired in her life), and what would be coming up.
It was a little bit early to hear the heartbeat, but the flickering little blob on the screen was their baby. It was their baby, and they'd made him or her. Beca was growing a baby inside of her, and it felt real.
"When should we start telling people?" Beca wanted to know, holding up the photos the nurse had printed for them. They were blurry and she knew what literally nothing was (she'd lost the little blob that was their baby more than once, and that terrified her), but it was their baby nonetheless.
"Let's wait until we're in the safe zone", Jesse suggested. "We've got five weeks until you're in the second trimester, that's when she said most people tell people. Only the Bellas and the Trebles know so far".
"Many, many people probably know", Beca said with a heavy sigh. "Fat Amy has the biggest mouth in the world".
"Yes", Jesse agreed, making Beca chuckle. "Oh God, the whole campus probably knows by now".
"When should we tell our parents?"
Despite her badass reputation, Beca spoke to her mother about everything. And Katherine knew if Beca was avoiding her, there was usually something wrong. She was counting down the days until she got an accusatory phone call, demanding to know what the problem was, and Beca knew that when it happened, she was most likely to end up bawling down the phone.
"We don't have to worry about that for a few weeks", she said, making the executive decision.
"Should we make a grand Swanson gesture?" Jesse checked.
"Absolutely fucking not", Beca said, shaking her head firmly. "I don't do big gestures like that".
"Look, I don't want to say you're wrong or anything, but you serenaded me in front of the entire ICCA committee".
They bantered back and forth as he drove, conversation dancing from topic to topic.
"What are you doing?" Beca said in alarm, as Jesse pulled into the turning lane. "School is that way".
"I know".
They drive in silence until they reached the baby store, Jesse pulling into the car park.
"What are you doing?" Beca said in alarm.
"She's going to need something"
"She?"
"I just have a feeling it's a girl".
Together, they purchased one white onesie, claiming to be newborn size.
"There's no way that she'll fit that, it's so tiny", Beca said, holding it up against her chest. "That wouldn't even fit a doll".
"It's so tiny", Jesse said quietly. "I don't think I realised how small she'd be".
"Still might be a boy", Beca reminded him. "We won't know for weeks and weeks".
"I have a feeling it'll be a girl". He smiled. "And she'll look just like you, only she'll smile more. And she will have a set of lungs that will put Broadway stars to shame, and she'll be a dancer- a dancer that can throw a mean left hook, just like her mother".
Beca laughed. "What if she doesn't want to be a singer or dancer?"
"She can do whatever she wants". Jesse shrugged. "all I know is that she- or he- is gonna be the most awesome baby there ever was. And they're going to grow up into the most awesome kid, and the most awesome adult. And we're gonna rock this parenting gig, you'll see Bec".
Because Beca and Jesse and baby made three.