Beca earned her motherhood stripes, actually that was what she had called her stretch marks. Of course she couldn't have been fully aware what she was saying when the room full of doctors, both ob-gyn's and anesthesiologists were surrounding her and monitoring not only her babies but her foot as well.

It was an overwhelming experience and she had learned soon after that she was not going to be able to leave until the time for the babies to be delivered would come. She had those strict from her doctor, and everyday for the next coming weeks she and the babies would be spent monitoring Beca and the babies.

Beca did enjoy being pampered, but not like this. Though Jesse showed a love for spoiling his wife Beca spent the days feeling guilty for being laid up at the hospital while he took care of things at home. She was lonely and bored during the day while Jesse worked, only the motivation of finishing her album keeping her going until the babies would arrive.

She also spent a lot of time researching the meanings of the names she and Jesse had explored. She loved the idea of having a meaning behind each name, even if the babies had the name assigned to them in birth order. She was beginning to think it was easier and practical, but she wanted the child to be much more than their name. She wanted the name to fit them and that was when she decided that while the babies would inevitably be in the NICU, she would spend time with each deciding what name fit what child.

"Jess," She had looked up from her book, watching as he stared lovingly at the baby monitor, admiring in awe the four, strong heartbeats of his developing children. "What do you think of this meaning for our name. It says: "This name dates back to the late eighteen hundreds, and means 'Joy' and 'gladness'. We could vouch for that? Because these are our miracle babies."

Jesse rubs his chin, his freshly grown beard hair looking fuzzy and ridiculously thick for being early June. Beca had jokingly told him that the babies would come out to their father as a grizzly bear, and it would make them cry. Jesse insisted that they already came out crying, but Beca really insisted he shaved.

"How about name number four? It means "priceless one". That's good, right?" Jesse inferred, getting more excited the closer they got.

"Yeah, but can't we name them something just simply because it's pretty, or fitting? We can just simply love a name without a meaning, right? Or we can give her our own meaning." Beca implies, trying to make this easier on the both of them.

It was then that the doctor came in for her daily check-up, along with Doctor Jermaine. And it acted like it was a trigger for them to start deteriorating, like the babies knew that they were about to get rotated to help ease Beca's tension and uncomfortable pain, but also position the babies downwards. They didn't want them to come and she was on meds to ease her contractions, but they wanted to avoid the babies from becoming distressed as it got less roomy in the womb.

"What's happening?" Jesse asked, standing from his chair only for his wife to grab him by the hand as the monitor screamed.

"The babies are so uncomfortably tight in here, and they're showing signs of distress. Beca has preeclampsia also, so both mom and babies are uncomfortable. If Beca's blood pressure goes up anymore, or the heart rates of the babies go down, we're going to need to deliver." Dr. Jermaine tries to calm him, leading him back to his chair so she can continue to watch Beca and the babies.

"You have an hour for baby 'C' to start moving, and if any of the other babies show signs of distress or slow beats, we're going to deliver them all this afternoon via C-section." Dr. Tina Davis informs them, motioning for Dr. Jermaine to write it down in the charts.

Beca was fearful for the early delivery because she wanted more than anything for them to continue growing. But she knew they were running out of room and were in distress, and they had already been blessed that her fall hadn't put her in labor or the babies in danger. It had only been three weeks since then, and she was anxiously waiting for them any day now, but she still enjoyed the bond she shared with them inside, secretly calling them by their names, already feeling like she knew which girl was gonna be each name.

"I like the name Hazel." Beca had remarked one day as she rubbed her stomach, feeling a few elbows here and there, and instantly she thought of her childhood dog Hazel, who was very full of energy, but very loving.

"Like your dead dog?" Jesse teased. "We're not naming the baby after a dog." He laughed incredulously, knowing it was the hormones talking.

"Come here." She motioned, moving Jesse's reluctant hand across her stomach until she found the baby who was throwing her elbow into Beca's lungs. "This is her. The one who I could definitely see as Hazel."

When Beca saw his reluctance still, she smiled and laughed lightheartedly, waiting for him to relax.

"Hazelnut is a fruity, plentiful bearing bush that brings the nut. I feel like being pregnant with quads, we are plentifully blessed with bearing all the fruitful children."

"Wow Beca, you're really putting a lot of thought into this. We just need four names that our perfectly fitting for our children. No one is gonna come up to us and ask for a meaning as if it's some sort of 'right of passage'." Jesse laughs, much to Beca's dismay.

"I know, but I'm just looking for something that means more than just naming our children some random names. I want it to fit to them personally. And I imagine a Hazel as a curious, hyperactive child."

"Whatever we name these kids, they're going to turn out fine. It's not like we can give them the wrong name and they'll turn out bad." Jesse reassures her, and Beca leans her head into her husband, the list of names they finally narrowed down in her hand.

"So we're positive that we're going to use these four names?" Beca confirms.

"We're absolutely sure of the names. Just not on who gets what name. But we know the names our ones we picked and pondered on, so if it's right for us and for the babies, that's all that matters."

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Jesse spent the following weekend with his fellow Treble Makers decorating the nursery. Beca had spent the first few months of her pregnancy (Well, after all the sickness and the idea of quads set in) looking through magazines for ideas, and after awhile she decided they just wanted a cozy room for the quads to sleep, and not complicate or overthink anything.

But Jesse wanted more for his wife. He wanted to surprise her when they came home after a long hospital stay (more than likely) with a nursery of her dreams. Something cozy, a place to rock the babies, change them and make memories, not just a cold, dark room with a few supplies. And the fact that all the babies were the same gender, made it easier to decorate.

"Where's Benji with the paint?" Jesse wondered aloud as Donald helped him outline the walls with tape in preparation.

"He and Aubrey couldn't agree on the right shade, especially with the wooden letter initials she picked out." Donald informs her, slightly rolling his eyes at the perfectionist, bossy blonde.

Jesse sighs in slight frustration as he tussles with the tape, realizing the anxiety of having the babies come soon, and all the work to be done rush towards him at once. They had a lot of work to do and he was on the edge waiting for that call, the one that he would spring into action and hustle to the hospital, where he would assure his wife that he had held down the fort at the home just fine.

"We're back! Sorry about that." Benji rushes in, having the paint pulled from his hands by a panicked Jesse.

Aubrey pushes through with Chloe following close behind, their art supplies and wooden letters soon a scattered mess on the carpet as the boys work on the building and manual labor part. The girls were more than excited to be a part of the babies lives in a way where they would design where they all would be sleeping for years to come.

"Don't they rent this place, though?" Fat Amy whispers when she finally arrives to help.

"It's the thought that counts." Chloe reminds them cheerily.

They spend eight hours of their day, from two until ten that night putting together the room. They ordered pizza, put on some movies in the background, and were hard at work, painting, building, and preparing. Aubrey and Chloe considered themselves interior decorating amateurs, along with Stacey, fashionably hanging the curtains she had picked out from Target on the windows.

Once they had painted the entire room in the shade of mixed rose and watermelon, a shade they referred to as a "light wine", they stood from afar, admiring the work they had put into the nursery. Nesting was something Beca may have missed out on, but she was definitely not unprepared. She had the love and dedication of her close friends, and Jesse's mom and younger sisters had agreed to come and live with them temporarily, until they settled into their new lives.

"We have their letters; L-L-M-N. Should the letters be in that order in one spot, or should each letter be above their corresponding crib?" Aubrey asks Jesse, because after all, it was important that she was doing this to please the parents tastes, and not herself.

After each letter was hung above the crib, Aubrey sat in the rocking chair, admiring their work, and everyone in the room was pleased. The only worry on their mind was Beca, and how she was doing. None of them had the patience or the ability to contain their excitement, and though they knew Beca wasn't a huge fan of pink because it was an eye sore to her, they knew she would appreciate and love their job well done.

Jesse passed beers to the guys and the ladies cracked open a bottle of wine, carefully sipping their glasses as they all sat on the carpet in the babies room, chatting amongst themselves.

"So Jess, can you tell us at least what one of the letters stands for? One of the names, can you please?" Stacey begs, all the girls joining in except for Chloe, who sat near the corner of the room contently chugging her third glass.

"We don't know who's gonna get which name, so I can't tell you specifically who baby 'A' is gonna be, or so on. But I can tell you the names sound great together, not quite rhyming, but they flow nicely."

"How about a middle or nickname? Is there gonna be like a Fat whomever, or something?" Fat Amy teases.

"Beca doesn't want me to share." Jesse insists, vowing to stay loyal to his wife, though he didn't understand why they couldn't just tell them the names.

Everyone sighed and the boys continued chugging their beers, as the girls gossiped about their name ideas. It was then that it hit them, if they spent all this work putting together a room, it was only fair that somehow they got a baby shower.

"Beca deserves to be somewhat prepared, because we all know how reluctant she can be towards trends and traditions." Emily adds, a collective nod from all the other girls.

"She would never ask for this, especially since she hates attention." Chloe reminds them with a sharp whisper.

"But it can be a small gathering. We can all pitch in for a big gift, or all give her a little one. I for one, think we should make her baby a blanket, sewn with meaningful things into it." Emily suggests, and Aubrey nods.

"But we don't know how soon we have before all them little white babies come and take over Beca's life." Cynthia Rose reminds them.

"My suggestion is to get her a gift that she can use too. Especially since she'll be sore for awhile." Stacey adds.

"Citizenship. That's what I would want; A guarantee that I'll never be deported again." Flo jumps in, suggesting merely what she would like.

"I like to hear babies cry, but she probably won't. We should get her some…" Lily begins before being cut off by the others, concerned on where this creepy statement was going.

Aubrey holds her hand up, trying to stop the talk amongst the girls, smiling as if she had something up her sleeve. She had pondered this since the day she had found out that Beca was pregnant, well, maybe after she let the fact sink in and after she got over her irritation towards Beca having to back out of the performance for her dad.

"Ladies, I've got a master plan, better than a shower. But first, does anyone know where Beca's laptop is?" She smiles, collecting strange yet curious stares from the others.

Beca lay on the cold, sterile table, numb from the waist down and covered all across her arms with tubes and an IV, shaking from the coolness of the air conditioning in the room, nothing but her gown covering her.

She had been having intense contractions since four that morning, and nothing they did would slow them down. The babies showed signs of distress as Beca's blood pressure heightened and at one point baby "D's" heart rate was dangerously low. At that point Beca had made it to thirty and a half weeks, and they decided it was okay to go and deliver. The NICU was acknowledged of their coming, and the timely arrival was estimated to be within the next few hours.

Jesse was called to fly out two days ago for a life changing interview in New York for a full time Buzzfeed job, and after much discussion it was decided that he would take the opportunity to interview. Jesse knew that even if he probably wouldn't get the job, he wanted it just for the experience, the chance to say he did it. He hated the fact that he may miss the birth, but promised he'd fly out as soon as possible. The interview was yesterday and still no word, but she knew he was now on the flight and might be here soon.

Beca lay, nauseas from the meds pumping through her veins, waiting for her support system to get here. Her husband being gone gave her intense anxiety, feeling alone and afraid while her four babies would make their one by one entrance, hopefully healthy and no elongated stay.

It was suddenly that she felt herself relax, as if the knife going to her stomach was making the babies reality, and though being a mom soon scared her, she was excited and calm knowing that she would be surrounded by her children and friends. It was also then that she came into the room, head to toe in blue scrubs, hiding her ginger hair beneath the paper cap and she had changed from her heels into paper slippers.

"It's okay Becs, I'm here now." She comforts her, standing beside her head.

Beca's hands shook and her teeth chattered, her fingers wrapping themselves shakily around Chloe's hand as she offered it to her. She felt her clammy hands slip but Chloe caught it, tightening the grip to reassure her that she wasn't going anywhere.

"We're coming in on the first baby now. It won't be long until we pull her out." Doctor Jermaine informs her, a visible smile beneath her mask.

Beca feels all the eyes of the doctors on her stomach, along with the pressure of many hands cutting and searching around her uterus to pull the first baby out. She felt nervous as she imagined her first glance at the first child. Would she see a small, limp, wailing baby? Would she have hair? Would she come out fighting, for air, for life, or would she be strong and healthy?

She fully expected them to be small, that she knew because not only were the early, but there was only so much room for four babies to live inside of her not-so-small stomach. It was then that she heard a gasp, and she wasn't sure whether it was a small whimper from Chloe, tears in the ginger's eyes, or if the first baby was "coming up for air", as Jesse would joke.

"She's here, Beca! Here she is!" She hears Chloe exclaim, unable to contain her contagious excitement.

Beca tightened the grip on Chloe's hand the best she could, swearing that she was really trying to keep Chloe from running over to see the baby on the other side of the curtain. Doctor Jermaine lifted the baby into the air so that she could be seen over the curtain and Beca was immediately a mess of tears, and sweat and emotions. She felt as if she lost all control of her surroundings, the only thing she could think about, the only thing she was concentrating on was her newly born child.

It hurt her so bad to see her child, not just because the child was so small, but because this was what she wanted, this is what she and Jesse had longed for for so long. It hurt, the reality not quite sinking in but the pain a mother could physically feel in her heart was there. She literally loved that child so much it hurt her.

"Here comes number two!" She hears a muffled exclaim from behind the curtain.

It was like three shots into the heart, now one baby after the other arriving within minutes of each other. It was a beautifully painful thing, the love she felt, the beautiful light she finally saw in the sea of pain, and it felt like a new beginning, the gold at the end of the rainbow. She had her silver lining and could think of nothing else.

"She here Chlo, she's really here." Beca broken sobs take over in a way her pre-mom self would be embarrassed by.

Right now the only wall that Beca hadn't torn down was that blue paper curtain that separated her from her children. It hurt her that the paper curtain made her feel distant from her children, but nonetheless would they soon have skin to skin, all four of them cuddled into her bare chest.

"They're beautiful Beca." Chloe gushes, brushing Beca's stray hairs back from her sweaty face.

They were all immediately rushed from the arms of the nurses into the NICU, Beca merely getting a glance at them before the chaos in the room took over and everything became a blur. She felt happily drowsy, and though Jesse missed the birth, they would now have the rest of their lives, the next eighteen years full of witnessing the milestones of the four babies.