Outtake II

"I've got thai food," Jesse said as he walked into Beca's apartment after work. This had become somewhat of a routine for them. Either he'd be by her place, or she at his. "Hope you and the baby are hungry."

"Very," she said as she walked over to the table. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she shrugged as she laid out the food. "I'm finally starting to show a little bit."

"You think we should tell our parents?"

"Not yet," she shook her head as she chewed. "It's still early. No need to tell them yet."

"Yeah, I guess," he agreed. "Feels weird not telling my family about this."

"Why, you close with them?" she asked and he nodded. "That must be nice."

"You aren't close to your family?"

"My dad and my mom grew to hate each other over the years, so he divorced her and remarried this blonde idiot who has a daughter."

"So you have a sister?"

"Who I rarely talk to," she shrugged. "We're really different and we butt heads often. What about you?"

"I have two sisters and two brothers," he said. "I'm the oldest."

"So you were the spoiled one," she smirked.

"No," he said defensively. "Stacie was definitely spoiled more since she's the baby. She's still spoiled. My other sister, Chloe, is like my best friend. I tell her everything."

"If you don't want to keep this from your family, I understand," she said quietly. "My family would just call me stupid for getting knocked up so young and by a stranger."

"If you want to wait, we'll wait," he said, reaching across and taking her hand in his. "We can tell them together, if you'd want to meet them."

"Yeah, I think I'd like that," she smiled. "I wouldn't want to subject you to the torture that is my step-monster, though."

"Appreciate," he laughed.

"Jesse," Beca said as she sat up in bed, shaking Jesse. "Jesse, wake up."

"What is it?"

"I'm bleeding," she told him. He moved the covers and saw the blood that now stained the green sheets.

"Okay, uh, let's go to the hospital," he said and she nodded. "Want to wash up quick?" she nodded again.

They didn't speak at all on the way to the hospital. He held her hand as they patiently waited for the doctor to come in and tell us what happened, and that hopefully the baby was okay.

"Miss Mitchell?" Beca nodded. "I'm Dr. Barnes, I have your test results. I'm deeply sorry to tell you this, but you had a miscarriage."

"I'm sorry?" she said, the first words she's really said since they got to the hospital.

"You've had a miscarriage. You've lost the baby."

"Okay," she nodded, trying to be strong but the sobs overtook her and she starting crying. Jesse placed his hands in his head as he took in the news he just got. Their baby was gone.

"You're cleared to leave, but take the time you need," Dr. Barnes said before leaving.

Beca took a few deep breaths to calm herself down before grabbing her clothes and going into the bathroom to change, ignoring Jesse as he called her name.

"It's my fault," she said quietly on the way home. "I wished it when I first found out. This is my fault."

"It's not your fault," he said, trying to comfort her. "It'll be okay."

"Well, you're off the hook now," Beca said as he pulled in front of her apartment building. "No need to pretend we're an actual couple anymore."

"Beca," he said. She got out of the car and ran into the pouring rain. "Come on, Becs."

"Just, stop pretending like you actually care, Jesse," she said, turning around to face him. "You don't have to do that anymore. I'm no longer pregnant."

"I'm not pretending, Beca."

"We weren't a real couple anyway. We never even went on a real date."

"That's not true."

"It's fine, Jesse," she said as she opened the door to her building. "Really. Let's just get on with our lives."

Jesse had tried for weeks to get in touch with Beca, but she would just ignore him. He tried talking to Drew, but all he knew was that Beca had decided to work from home for a little while. He didn't know what else to do, so he turned to the one person he hoped to God would help him.

"Chloe," he said when his sister picked up. "I need help."

"You didn't get arrested, did you?"

"No," he sighed. "I got a girl pregnant though."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"She was great. I really liked her. She lost the baby," he said and Chloe gasped. "And now she won't talk to me."

"Explains why you sound like shit. Why won't she talk to you?"

"She said we weren't a real couple."

"Well, were you?"

"I guess not. We worked together on a project and had drunk sex and I got her pregnant, so I did the right thing."

"You wouldn't be this upset if you were just doing the right thing, though," Chloe said knowingly.

"I miss her, Chlo. It's been two months and I miss more everyday."

"Maybe you need to try to date someone else. You might realize that she wasn't the one and you won't miss her as much," Chloe tried. "Don't become some lonely, creepy guy, Jess. You're too awesome for that."

"So I should start dating?"

"Yeah, try it out. You never know what will happen," she said. "If you and this girl are really meant to be, fate will get you two back together somehow. It might not always make sense at first, but it works out in the long run."

"I guess you're right," he sighed. "Can we keep this between us? I haven't told anyone."

"Sure. Next time we talk, I want my happy big brother back. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a smile. "Thanks Chloe."

"Anytime."

Two weeks later, Jesse was faced with a tough decision. A pretty blonde attorney was standing in the middle of his office asking for his number to return his jacket since she spilled coffee all over the both of them. Chloe had said he should start dating, but he couldn't stop thinking of Beca and how she was doing, and what she was doing.

"Uh, listen, I don't really need this. Coffee stains are in now," Aubrey said awkwardly as she handed him back his jacket, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"No, I insist," he said, pushing it back toward her before walking over to his desk to write his number down. "Text me when you're finished with it."

"Okay," she said with a smile. "Thank you, Jesse. Sorry about the coffee, I'm such a klutz."

"No big deal," he shrugged. "Like you said, coffee stains are in now."

That chance encounter is how he found himself out on a date with Aubrey to a concert for some upcoming local band. He stood by the bar and talked to a couple of people while she was with a few work friends she had found. Aubrey was nice. Very together and organized, had her life all planned out. She was different, which was what Jesse needed,

"I'm so glad you decided to come out tonight, we missed you," Jessica said to Beca as they moved closer to the stage. "These guys are awesome."

"I know, I worked on their album," she said as she took a sip of her beer. "I'm glad I'm out too."

"It's good to see you back to normal," Ashley had said, and Beca just nodded.

She knew she wasn't back to normal, but she was slowly getting there. She was past her lay around in bed and eat ice cream all day phase, which was a plus. Beca began to scan the room for people she knew, and her eyes fell on the last person she wanted to see.

"Uh, hold this," Beca said as she shoved her beer in Jessica's hand and made her way toward the exit after Jesse had waved at her.

"Beca!" he called after her. "Beca, wait."

"Jesse, hey," she said as brightly as she possibly could. "What are you doing here?"

"Heard the band was good. I know the producer is awesome," he said. "How are you?"

"I'm great," she lied. "Really, just great."

"That's good."

"I can't do this," she said, shaking her head. "I have to go.

"I miss you, Beca," Jesse said, hoping to stop her from walking away again.

"Yeah?" she said with a dry laugh. "I miss me too."

"It's been rough without you, Becs."

"Jesse! Where are you?" a blonde called from the doorway, Beca couldn't make out her face.

"Oh, I bet it's been real rough," Beca said sarcastically. Jesse could help but curse Aubrey for her awful timing. "Don't even, Jesse."

"She's just a friend."

"More than we ever were," she said before walking away.

"Shit."

Beca had holed herself up in her room for another week after that. Seeing Jesse was a lot to handle already, but seeing him with some girl was more than she could take. She didn't know why she was so upset though, she said it herself – they weren't a real couple to begin with.

"Beca! Open up!"

"Not you," Beca groaned as she made her way to the door and found Aubrey standing there. "Go away."

"Mom's worried about you," she said as she let herself in and grimaced at the messy apartment.

"She's not my mom," Beca grumbled.

"Dad's worried too."

"He's not your dad," she said. "Why are you here, Aubrey?"

"I wanted to check on you, that's all. You're my sister," she said and Beca couldn't help but feel bad for being nasty.

"I'm sorry, I'm going through a rough time," she said as she plopped down on the couch. "I'll get over it."

"Bad break-up?"

"When have I ever cared about breaking up with someone?"

"Lose your job?"

"Please," Beca scoffed. "Drew would never fire me."

"Then I give up," Aubrey said in a huff. "Unless you're pregnant, but I highly doubt that."

"Always expect the unexpected," Beca grumbled lowly and Aubrey's eyes widened.

"You're pregnant?"

"I was pregnant," she said sadly. "Operative word being was."

"You lost the baby?"

"Bingo."

"I'm so sorry, Beca," Aubrey said, not knowing what to do since the two of them weren't know for showing any type of affection. "Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" she snapped.

"Right, sorry," Aubrey said. "Does Mom and Dave know?"

"No, and they won't know. Only you know."

"Really?" she said and felt bad about feeling a little happy that only she knew. "I won't tell anyone."

"Good. Now go get me food, I'm in mourning and I'm hungry."

"Whatever you need," Aubrey said, deciding that her news about her new boyfriend could wait a while. Beca didn't need to hear how fantastic Jesse was, not after this.

Hope you all liked this one, even though it's a bit more on the depressing side.

I don't plan on writing a sequel type story on their life after this story. Sequels clearly don't work out, as proven by my sequel for Barden & Beyond. I have never written a sequel to any story until I decided to write Beyond Barden, and I wish I stuck with my no sequel rule.

Anyway, I have a new story idea that may or may not pan out - we'll see. I like the idea, it's different, but I'm not sure how well it'll translate into a story.

Let me know what you thought of this, reviews are always much appreciated and well loved :)