"What are you doing?" Fat Amy said loudly and Beca jumped, yanking her shirt back down. "Did you just get caught admiring yourself in the mirror? YOU DID!"

"What's this?" Stacie echoed with a laugh, following Fat Amy into the room and flopping down on Beca's bed.

"I think I'm starting to show", she mumbled, laying down beside Stacie. "I was- I was looking at my belly".

"Aw look at her now", Fat Amy laughed. "Trying to tell people she's a badass but she's just a big ole softy".

"Fuck off Amy". She flipped her the finger and Fat Amy gasped.

"That baby is going to come out screaming expletives", Stacie announced. "I can see it now".

"You won't be seeing anything because you're not invited, I don't want you there, END OF STORY".

"You'll be singing a different tune when you go into labour in our living room and need future lady doctor Aunty Stacie to assist".

"Oh, not even then". She shook her head firmly, sighing.

"What's the matter punchkin?" Stacie wanted to know.

"Jesse and I are trying to work out how to tell our parents that we're going to have a baby", she mumbled. "I've got to call my mum and he's going to call his parents and we're having dinner with my dad and stepmonster, which I'm looking forward to the least".

"He walked out on you, he can't judge".

"And you bet I'll be telling him that".

"Maybe not exactly like that", Fat Amy mumbled. "That probably isn't the best thing to say".

"If he pulls the disappointed father card I sure as shit will be saying that. He only gets to play that card once, and he's already done it".

"When you got arrested?" Stacie checked, and Beca glared.

"Yes obviously when I got arrested Stacie!"

"Alright", Beca said nervously, fiddling with her phone case. "Alright. Alright".

"Just call her", Jesse said calmly. "What's the worse that can happen? I can almost guarantee she'll have the best reaction. Its best to get that out of the way, and then we'll deal with my parents".

"Why can't we call your parents first?" Beca wanted to know. "It'll be easier to tell them, and then they can tell my mum".

(Hearing that she was pregnant from anyone but Beca would probably kill Katherine, and Beca knew it.)

"Alright, I'm going to do it", she said after a moment, pressing her mother's contact and waiting. "If she doesn't pick up I'm gonna flip a table".

"Hi Beca sweetie", her mother said warmly, and Beca's stomach churned knowing that she wouldn't have that tone for very long.

"Hi Mum", she said lamely. "Ummm..."

"Is everything okay?" she said immediately. "You don't sound yourself".

"Yeah I'm okay".

"And you've been ignoring my calls!" she protested. "I've been trying to talk to you for weeks now. How is everything? How are the Bellas and your classes, and Jesse? How is it being back in Atlanta?"

She'd been putting off telling her mother because she knew the minute she heard her voice she'd burst into tears- she'd done it before. And she wasn't wrong.

"Beca sweetheart", Katherine wheedled as Beca sobbed, "What happened?"

"Oh Bec", Jesse said softly, pulling her closer and she shrugged him away, trying to compose herself. She sputtered and choked and fanned her eyes, her mother waiting patiently on the other end of the phone.

"It's fine, it's fine", Beca choked out. "It's good news, actually. It's good news".

"Beca, are you sure you're alright?" Katherine said in concern. "Sweetheart".

"Yes why wouldn't I be?" she lied.

"Oh honey because I know you better than that- and you've been crying down the phone for the last seven minutes".

"I'm sorry".

"Sweetie, don't be sorry! I just want to know you're alright. Are you? Are you alright?"

"Mmmm hmmm".

"You're an awful liar, Beca Mitchell. Honey, what's happening? Do you want me to come to Atlanta? Do you need me to come to Georgia? Because I will".

"Yeah. I'm alright. I'm alright. And- and you're gonna be a grandmother. I'm pregnant. Mum I'm going to have a baby".

For a moment there was silence and Beca let out a noisy hiccup, leaning into Jesse's side.

"Pregnant?" Katherine repeated. "Beca, are you sure?"

"Yes! Peed on a stick, have blobby photos of my uterus, haven't stopped throwing up in weeks pregnant". She swallowed hard. "I'm sorry".

"Beca", Katherine said softly.

"I'm nineteen and in college and nowhere near prepared or ready to have a baby? Because I'm pretty sure someone said if I didn't go to college I'd bring shame to the family as in 'that Mitchell girl gone got herself knocked up", she looked at Jesse for support and he nodded along (wondering when anyone had ever said that to her, and with a southern accent). "And you're not meant to be a grandmother until I'm thirty something or something like that? And I can barely take care of myself, let alone a baby? And I'm meant to be going to LA only LA is not a place for a baby, is it? I can keep going, I have a shit load of excuses prepared. I wasn't trying to have a baby and yet it happened anyway and people wait years for that to happen to them and-"

"Beca, you're going to have a child", she said softly.

"You're not angry?"

(All of a sudden Katherine heard the five year old nervously confessing she broke a vase, rather than the nineteen year old college sophomore.)

"No, honey", she said. "I'm not angry. Or disappointed. I'm shocked, I definitely didn't expect this, but I'm not angry".

"Mum-"

"Are you happy?" Katherine interrupted. "Is Jesse happy?"

"He's very happy", she said quietly, suddenly shy. "But Mum, I'm scared".

"Of what, Bec?"

"Oh, I don't know, having a full sized human growing inside me? Becoming a mother? I'm not ready to be a mother! I don't know shit about those fancy baby products or anything like that, I don't even know how to buckle up a car seat! And I keep throwing up, when is the barfing going to stop?"

(Not to mention her aching boobs, the stretch marks she was bound to get and the fact that she had to push a person out of her vagina. She had been the fattest baby in the world- thank God for caesarean sections, she had nearly killed her mother- and hadn't had to live with the fact that she travelled through her mother's vaginal canal. She did however have to live with the prospect of pushing a human out of her own vaginal canal.)

Katherine wanted to laugh. "Oh honey".

"And I haven't told Dad yet!"

"Well sweetie, he's the one you'll have to worry about".

"No, he walked out on me, he doesn't get to pull the disappointed father card. He's done that once already, he's done with that".

Jesse furrowed his brow for a moment before laughing. "Oh when you got arrested".

"Shut up Jesse I'm not talking to you right now", she snapped.

"Beca, honey-"

"Can you come to Barden?" she said instead. "Can you move to Barden and Jesse and I and this baby can stay with you because I don't even know where we're gonna live, Mum, we haven't worked that out yet- and I don't know how to take care of a baby! Why are their heads so soft?"

(She was spiralling, and she knew it.)

"You, Beca Mitchell, will", Katherine said firmly. "You always do. I love you".

"I love you too", she mumbled.

"You need to tell your father though", she added as an afterthought. "Sooner rather than later".

"Can't you do it?" Beca said lamely.

Katherine laughed. "Oh sweetie. I told him about your piercings. I told him about your tattoos. I even told him about your grades- the good ones and the bad ones, and the ones you failed on purpose. It takes a smart girl to get a zero, Beca Mitchell. I am not telling him about his daughter's sex life".

"Mum!"

"I love you".

Beca sat her phone down in her lap, staring at Jesse with her puffy eyes.

"Well that went better than expected", Jesse said brightly.

"You know what that means, right? It means dinner with my dad and Sheila is gonna be a total fucking disaster".

"Now, remember", Beca said, as the two of them turned into her father's street. "If- well, when- he pulls the disappointed father card we are going to pull the 'you walked out on your family and into bed with another woman' card".

"Is that really necessary?"

"Have you met my dad?" she retorted.

He had met her dad twice, very briefly. Once was when he called her to bail Beca out of jail, which had gone down delightfully. And the other was right after Beca threw herself at him at the ICCA finals, where he had witnessed his daughter make a Capella history and make out with the boy she had been turning down all year. Awkward was an understatement to say the least.

"Beca, it's not going to be that bad. You were worried about telling your mum and she was okay!"

"That was weird", Beca agreed. "Not what I saw happening, but that's fine. That's what I'm going to title my first book".

"You're writing a book now?"

"I can write a book".

(That right there was her problem. She took every statement as a challenge. For example, the time Stacie had said "you can't fit in the cupboard under the sink". She'd retorted with "just watch me", and stayed in there for the best part of an hour. She needed to work on it.)

"I wonder what Sheila will make for dinner".

As much as Beca hated to admit it, her stepmother was a fantastic cook and had pandered to Beca's fussy eating habits in a bid to make the teenager like her.

"Hopefully nothing with tomatoes", Jesse said after a moment, and Beca shuddered

"Hi sweetie!" Sheila said brightly, opening the door. "Come in Beca, nice to see you. Hi Jesse". She pecked a kiss to Beca's cheek, making the brunette flinch a little. "I made lasagne for dinner, your favourite right?"

"Oh, right", Beca said carefully, shrugging her jacket off and tossing it on the banister. "Lasagne".

Jesse winced (the night was not going to go well). "Hi Sheila".

"Hi honey, how are you?"

"Good thank you".

"So", Beca said, staring at the lasagne in the middle of the table and willing herself not to throw up. "Dad. Ste- Sheila".

"Beca", her father replied. "Jesse".

"Hi sir".

"You can call him Will", Beca reminded him, nudging his foot with her own.

"I think I'll stick with sir", he nodded.

"Is everything okay honey?" Sheila checked. "You look a little pale".

"Well..."

"Spit it out Beca", her father said lightly. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, everything's fine", she nodded, swallowing hard and glaring at the lasagne. "Everything is good and proper".

"Bec-"

"Could someone please remove that lasagne?" she hiccupped, covering her mouth with one hand. "Jesse please".

"On it". He stood up quickly, scooping up the oven tray and carrying it into the kitchen.

"Beca what's going on?" Will said suspiciously, and Beca swallowed hard.

"Well, ummm, I- I mean- I don't-ahhh, mmm...

Jesse sat back beside her, squeezing her hand encouragingly.

"May as well just tell you". She looked down at her hands, sighing heavily. "I'm having a baby- in like six months I'm going to have a baby. You guys are going to have a grandchild and we're going to have a baby and please excuse me for a second sorry". She dropped Jesse's hand, moving very quickly towards the downstairs bathroom. "Sorry!"

Will stared at Jesse in silence until he stood up.

"I've just got to- excuse me for a moment please".

There was silence, as Beca slid back into her seat. "Sorry".

Jesse took his seat beside her, reaching for her hand under the table.

Her eyes darted between her father and stepmother, unsure how to read the room. They hadn't moved since she had left, and the silence was deafening.

"Dad please say something", Beca whispered finally. "Please?"

"You're pregnant?" he checked.

She nodded. "I'm twelve weeks pregnant on Friday. Friday?"

"Thursday", Jesse said quickly. "He or she is due in June".

"How- I mean when- how-"

"Oh, that is a conversation I'm just not going to have", she said firmly, her cheeks turning bright red. "It's happened and I'm pregnant and this wasn't planned but it's not an accident and I don't want to hear anyone say it is". She glared at them. "Understood?"

"You're nineteen", Will said.

"I know".

"You're in college!"

"I am also aware of that!"

"You're nineteen!"

"Again, I'm aware of that".

"You're a child!" he said after a beat. "You're MY child!"

"Hate to break it to you Dad but I stopped being a child the moment that test turned positive". She looked down at her hands.

"Have you told your mother?" Will said suspiciously, and she nodded, unwilling to make eye contact with anyone. "What did she say?"

"It doesn't matter what she said", Sheila said quickly, and Beca bristled.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, you're having a baby, and despite everything, we are going to have a grandchild".

Beca turned to Jesse, her eyes wide. "What is happening right now?"

"Shhhh, let's see how this pans out".

"Its unexpected, but a baby is a blessing", Sheila said firmly, turning to her husband. "A baby is a blessing, right William?"

"Beca-"

"And I think Beca and Jesse will be wonderful parents".

"Thanks, Sheila", Beca said in amusement, biting her lip as she tried not to chuckle. "Thank you".

"That could not have been any weirder", Beca said, as she and Jesse walked down the path, hand in hand. "Honest to God. What is Sheila's problem? What the fuck was that about? Why weren't they yelling?"

"I think your dad wanted to yell".

"He is a yeller", Beca agreed. "Okay, now we have to call your parents. They were so weird…"

Beca lay her head on Jesse's pillow, as Jesse sat on the end of the bed, waiting for his parents to answer the phone.

"Hey Dad, its me. Yeah, I'm good, how are you? Is Mum around? I've got something to tell you".

"Good luck", Beca said quietly, pulling the blankets up over herself and yawning heavily.

"Hi Mum, its just me. There's something I wanted to tell you. You probably want to sit down though".

"Oh God", Caroline said in alarm. "Is everything okay?"

"What's going on, Jesse?" Barry wanted to know.

"I'm just gonna come out and say it. Beca's pregnant, we're going to have a baby".

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Hello?" he said after a moment. "Mum? Dad?"

"We're still here", Barry said. "Are you sure? Pregnant?"

"We're sure", Jesse said. "She's just gone twelve weeks, he or she is due in June. It's a huge surprise but Beca and I are happy. We're very happy, actually".

"You're having a baby", Caroline said quietly.

"Look, this wasn't planned", Jesse said quickly. "But its happening. Beca and I are going to have a baby- we're working things out, we're in the process of looking for a place off campus because we can't stay in the Bellas house or the Treblehouse with a baby. Beca had an ultrasound a few days ago, we got to hear the heartbeat and got photos of the little blob. I'll send them to you- we didn't want to announce anything until we knew for sure, and she was in the safe zone. We didn't plan to have a baby but it happened anyway, and I am so in love with that little bean already. I think its going to be a girl".

"Jesse", Barry said gently. "A baby is a huge responsibility".

"I'm not going into this lightly!" he said, almost angrily. "Neither of us are. You've got no idea how long we've talked about this, she's been so worried about telling people. But we're having a baby, and you guys are going to be grandparents, and its exciting".

"I'm going to be a grandma!" Caroline sounded on the verge of tears.

"Or a nanna", Jesse offered. "Granny, even?"

"Jesse how old do you think I am?" she scoffed.

"I'm gonna be Grandpa", Barry said after a moment. "That's what I'm going to be".

Jesse looked down to find Beca sound asleep, one hand resting lightly on the tiny swell of her belly. "We're going to have a baby. And we're so excited. I love her so much".

"It's a her?"

"I think it is… but I'm talking about Beca. That girl is amazing, and I can't wait for you to officially meet her".