"I can't believe you're moving out", Stacie said sadly, as Beca dragged her suitcase out of the closet under the stairs. "I really can't".
"I know", Beca agreed. "Its so weird… I can't believe my dad helped us get an apartment".
"I can't believe your dad didn't kick your ass", Fat Amy agreed.
"I'm still holding the 'you walked out on your family and into bed with another woman' card over his head, he's not gonna kick my ass". Beca scoffed. "Also I'm carrying his grandchild. Sheila seems thrilled about the idea which I didn't see coming. That was a fucking plot twist and a half".
"What do you have in your new place?"
"Literally nothing. We don't even have furniture. Jesse went with Benji and ordered a flat pack bed from IKEA so knowing my luck I'll be the one putting it together". She shrugged. "But we don't really have anything here either. And we'll be here all the time, here and at the Treblehouse".
"We'll be sick of seeing you", Cynthia Rose chuckled.
They hadn't been in the Bellas house that long, but Beca would miss it. She'd never admit it to the girls, but she loved sitting around the living room listening to music and bantering over the set list. She loved the attempts at cooking dinner before they gave up and ordered pizza or Chinese takeaway. She didn't love the lack of privacy, but the company she kept made up for it (mostly).
"Nah babe, flat pack party!" Stacie said brightly. "I'll bring the wine".
"I can't drink".
"Wine isn't for you bitch!"
"Do you honestly think we're gonna be able to build flat pack furniture without some wine in us?"
"I'm not gonna miss you at all", Beca said firmly.
They knew she was lying.
"So you got the TV up on the wall but you didn't start on the furniture?" Beca said in exasperation, dragging her suitcase through the door.
"Also got the DVD player working, but thanks Donald! Oh you're welcome Beca, now your baby daddy can watch all his movies-"
"Donald".
"Where is Stacie?" Jesse said instead.
"I can't believe how little shit you two own. Like you two are going to have a child and you own literally nothing".
"We should hang some pictures".
"We don't have any pictures".
"We should take some pictures to hang! Benji where's your camera brother?"
"What up bitches!" Fat Amy sang, shoving the door open. "Stacie's gone to get the pizza, I've got the wine and Beca's other bag, lets do this!"
"Flat pack party!"
"Who's idea was this?"
"Definitely not mine".
Benji passed around Allen keys. "Let's do this!"
"Read the instructions".
"Instructions are for the weak".
"Holy God".
"That is not a stable table, there is no way we could eat a meal at that table".
"When have we ever sat at a table to eat?"
"This is literally the longest we've ever spent together", Fat Amy huffed, shoving the couch closer to Donald. "And I'm not digging it. You are not quality company".
"Literally no one asked you Amy!"
"Pack of bitches-"
"So we aren't inviting them back on Friday for the baby furniture building experience?"
"We aren't coming back either!"
"Yes you are, you're the baby's godfather. It's basically your job".
"Well I'm not the baby's anything, so not my problem".
"You're her favourite Uncle Donald!"
"Damn it Beca", Donald huffed. "Why you manipulating me like this?"
Beca blew him a kiss and he rolled his eyes heavenwards. He knew that baby would have him wrapped around her little finger, the day she was born. It wasn't fair that she was doing it while in the womb.
"Well we've got a bed", Jesse said optimistically.
"Honestly?" Beca said, staring at the bed. "Probably safer if we just slept on a mattress on the floor. I have literally no faith in Amy".
"Yeah?" he challenged. "Well how's your pregnant ass gonna be getting up?"
She was twenty weeks pregnant, halfway through her pregnancy. She had a bump- not big enough to make her uncomfortable, but definitely big enough to be obviously pregnant. She had felt little flutters, but nothing significant to be classed as a kick (Jesse was waiting impatiently, he couldn't wait to feel their daughter kick).
"This is our place, Bec", he said instead, wrapping his arms around her. She rested her head on his chest, smiling contently. "This is our place, this is where we're gonna bring her home". He swayed gently, kissing her forehead.
It was their home- their first home. They'd bring their daughter through the doors and bathe her in the kitchen sink and sing to her in the nursery and dance with her in the living room. It was the house were they'd become adults, and become parents. It was where they'd host pizza dinners and movie nights and have their friends over because they'd become like family, and their daughter was their niece.
"I love you", Beca said quietly, and the little one in her belly fluttered, making Jesse grin (Beca only smiled like that when she felt their daughter move). "I love you and I love our place and I love her".
"Little bean", Jesse said softly, sliding Beca's tank top up to kiss her belly. "You know, Bean isn't sounding so bad at the moment".
"We aren't calling her Bean". And Beca rolled her eyes heavenwards.
"Welcome home Beca".