AN: Thank you for awesome words, people. I would love to hear ideas or stuff you wanna see. I really have limited knowledge about pregnancy, I'd appreciate if you told me stuff. Like, just throw in suggestion and I'll use the google machine to educate myself.

Leave your thoughts on this chapter, that would be dope. I never thought I'd write anything involving pregnancy and it's thrilling and weird because I really don't know what I'm doing.

It was late evening when Beca parked in the apartment complex parking lot. She was tired, nauseous and her back hurt like a bitch.

The minute she stepped inside the apartment, she was pulled into Jesse's embrace.

"Next time, take your phone with you," he told her as he tightly hugged her.

"Sorry," she apologized for worrying him and pulled away.

He nodded and cupped her face. "Look, I know you have a really serious decision to make but I want you to know that I'm okay with whatever you decide to do," he said and swallowed.

Jesse was basically telling her that he was fine with it if she chose to have an abortion even though he'd prefer if she didn't.

"I'm keeping it," she said and pulled her head back when he leaned in. "I'm serious about wanting a break from this," she gestured between them.

Jesse removed his hands and stuffed them in his pocket. "Beca, we have a baby on the way and you still want "a break"?"

"Yeah," she ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm not gonna trap you or myself in this relationship just because we're having a kid." She saw the hurt of his face and added, "oh, don't give me that look. You tried to stay with your ex-wife for Sam, how did that turn out?"

"What I had with Sandra is nothing like what we have. When we decided to break things off we didn't know she was pregnant with Sam."

"Tell me how this is different? 'Cause unless you're psychic and knew that—"

"Beca, I love you, damn it," he interrupted her in frustration. "We can fix whatever it is you think is broken. Stop being such a selfish bitch and think about our baby."

"I am thinking about our baby," she yelled. "I'm not sure I see a future with you. We haven't been moving forward for like a year now."

"We moved in together what's that if not moving forward?" he asked.

"I know that when we got together we agreed to take things slow but, dude, you got super cozy and stopped trying."

"Beca, do you want to get married?" he cautiously asked.

"No. Not now," she paused. "Or anytime soon."

A shotgun wedding was out of the question.

"Am I missing steps here? Isn't marriage the next step after moving in together? Enlighten me, please, Bec, 'cause I really don't know what is going on in your head anymore!"

"I don't know what comes next. All I know is that I'm not sure about us. And, I don't wanna tie myself to you just because we're having a baby together. I won't bring up my kid in a home where his parents are more like roommates than they're a couple."

"Now that's bullshit," he scoffed. "We have a great thing going. We have stability. If you want to throw that away, just say so."

"I just want some space to figure out what I actually want from being with you."

He audibly sighed while rubbing his chin.

"Well, I can't leave you now," he shrugged. "You might think you can do it on your own, the whole pregnancy thing, but trust me on this one," he held her gaze, "you really can't."

"I'll be fine," she swallowed feeling dizzy all of the sudden. She had been nauseous the whole day but the dizziness was news and she hated that it will help Jesse prove his point.

"Yeah, well, I'm not going to let you deal with it on your own." He walked to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, seeing that she was close to fainting or throwing up. He wasn't sure.

"Did you eat anything while you were out?" he asked as he walked her to their bedroom.

"I couldn't risk throwing up in the car," she leaned against him.

"I'm gonna make you something that you will eat. We still have to talk," he said while rubbing her arm.

"I hate arguing with you," she clenched his t-shirt as they walked.

"Me too," he sighed.

He tried to feed her; she threw up and decided to sleep it off.

"Eat these," Jesse sat down on the bed while holding a bowl full of nuts in on hand and a bottle of water in another one.

"C'mon, Becs, you can't sleep all-day-long-morning-sickness off," he said when she groaned.

He rubbed her back. "You need food, which is why you're going to eat these nuts and when you feel better we'll find something you'd be willing to eat." He gave her a small smile when she sat up.

"My nausea keeps getting worse," she explained.

"Make an appointment at your OB/GYN tomorrow so that we'd know exactly how far along you are," he calmly told her as he handed her the bowl.

"Yeah," she nodded, bringing a couple of nuts to her mouth.

"So, how are we gonna do this?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"I won't move out until the baby is born and you don't need me," he firmly said. "I won't let you go through it alone." He looked down at his hands and chuckled. "Guess, you're rooming up with me again, Bec," he looked up.

"Yeah, I guess I am," she nodded. "We should come up with a set ground rules."

"I think we know each other well enough to not need any rules to follow to co-exist as friends and roommates." He rested his hands on the bed and threw his head back. "And please don't feel weird about wanting things that are considered inappropriate in terms of a friendship," he added while looking at the ceiling.

"Let's not think ahead of ourselves," she said, knowing that he talking about sex she was going to crave badly in the second trimester, or so she was led to believe.

"Yeah, I know," he sat up. "Also, during this break, I'd appreciate it if you told when you're going to date other people."

"I'm not planning or dating anyone while I'm pregnant with your baby," she paused. "Are you planning on dating other people?" she asked. She didn't think the whole break thing through. She wanted some time off from their relationship but didn't consider the fact that he could see other people.

"Yeah, I was waiting for you say you're bored with me so that I could go fuck around," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm not bored with—"

"—you don't have to sugarcoat it," he cut her off, keeping his voice even and calm. "I thought about this while you napped. You want a break. Fine. But I'm not going to move out until our baby is like 6 months old."

"No, I'll move out." She leaned against the headboard then winced. He tilted his head in worry. "It's just my back," she assured him.

"I think your back pain is pregnancy related," he told her. "Is it in your lower back?" he asked as he climbed on the bed.

"Yeah," she nodded. "And, it's worse than period cramps," she said watching him get on his knees. "What?" she arched an eyebrow.

"What, what?" he rubbed his hands together. "C'mon, I'm giving you massage." He cracked his knuckles.

"It could be from sleeping on the couch," she paused and threw a couple of nuts in her mouth. "You don't have to."

"Beca, just turn around," he shook his head. "I'll go see a doctor over the first world problem that is snoring."

"Jesse, you're not the one who has to listen to it every night!" she put the bowl on the nightstand.

"Does it hurt here?" he pressed his hand against her lower back.

"Mhmm." She arched her back.

"You think you could lay down on your stomach and not throw up?" he asked.

"Yeah," she hesitantly nodded.

Jesse tugged her t-shirt all the way up he could see her bra then rested his hands on her back.

"Why do you want to move out instead?" he asked as he began massaging her lower back.

"Sam has a room here; I don't want her to give it up," she shrugged.

"So, you're willing to move out so that Sam doesn't have to give up her bedroom that she stays in on weekends?" he said in surprise.

"Yeah," she sighed, trying to get more comfortable. "My boobs hurt," she huffed and rested her weight on her elbows.

"Um." He rested his hands on her waist. "That sucks?" He went back to massaging her lower back and stopped when she moaned loudly.

"No, keep going," she tilted her head.

"For how long have you been thinking about breaking up?" he asked as he pressed his thumb against her back.

"It's just a break," she corrected him, rotating her neck.

He rolled his eyes because it was the same in his opinion.

"Since Benji and Emily got engaged."

"That's more than three months ago," he frowned.

"I was, like, waiting for you to do something wrong so that I could justify the way I'm feeling about us." She felt him tense up so she tilted her head. "I'm sorry, Jesse."

"Bec, it's fine," he shrugged but his tone said otherwise.

"No," she rolled on her side then carefully sat up. "I should have thought this through instead of just blurring out what I wanted 'cause I couldn't ignore the way I was feeling anymore. That's really insensitive and I'm sorry," she rubbed her forehead. "It's just…" she trailed off.

"You didn't know how to bring it up?" he guessed. She nodded.

"Well, I'm sorry that I didn't pick up on how you were feeling," he told her as she leaned against the headboard. "I really thought we're fine." He sat down next to her and helped her place a pillow behind her.

"Hey, Bec, not that I'm complaining or anything but can I know why you decided to keep it?" he asked while Beca pulled her hair up in a ponytail. "'Cause you looked anything but happy earlier."

"I had a minor panic attack while waiting for the fucking stick. It was as if a damned ghost started chopping onion in front of me. I mean, I haven't even considered having a kid yet and I knew before I saw the result that I'm having one and it fucking scared me," she paused for a second then corrected herself, "we're having one." She sighed.

"I should have been with you; I'm sorry."

"I would have punched you in the dick if you were with me," she told him.

He subconsciously put a hand over his junk.

"I cried in the car and drove around until I felt like I was going to get sick so I parked and walked instead then found a baby stuff store. And because I'm an idiot I decided to go in, you know, hoping it could help me, like, decide or something," she sniffed shrugging. "It didn't," she looked at him, "it just made me cry more and made everyone at the store think I had a miscarriage and was mourning," she chuckled humorlessly.

"I'm blaming hormones for all this," she said in a cracking voice when he threw an arm over her shoulder and pulled him to him because he saw that she was going to start crying.

"I decided to keep it 'cause, honestly I don't think I'd ever willingly get pregnant. Besides, I'm in my thirties, career wise I'm doing fine, I think can take care of another human being, and I know that you're a decent human being that I don't mind mixing my genetic material with," she shrugged.

"I knew you kept me around for my looks," he said and rested his chin on her head then smiled when she chuckled.

"You're not as good looking as you think you are," she patted his cheek then slapped him playfully and wiped her eyes with her free hand.

"How cute were the clothes?" he asked her once laid down on her side, facing him.

"So cute I vomited a little in my mouth," she told him.

"We're going back to that place," he grinned.

His girlfriend, who he loved deeply, was bored with their relationship and broke up with him— even if she insisted it was a just break— and it sucked but he couldn't get mad at her for being upfront with him, especially since she was going to have his baby.

He liked to believe that the baby would bring them together eventually as much of a cliché as that sounded.

"No, I can't go back there," she shook her head. "Everyone saw me weep."

"I forgot that you're not supposed to show human emotions," he nodded. "My bad, Bec."

"Shut up," she sniffed, reaching for the bowl. She felt his gaze so she tilted her head and found him looking at her stomach.

"It doesn't look nor feel different," she said and pulled her t-shirt up after putting the bowl between them.

"Can I feel it?" he asked, looking up to meet her gaze.

"Yeah," she shrugged.

"Thanks," he thanked her and rested his palm on her belly.

"So, this is weird," he told her as he rubbed his hand against her skin.

"Yep," she nodded in agreement.

"Hey there, little one, I know you're just a cell now and can't hear me but I'm gonna talk to you anyway," he paused. "I cannot wait for you to leave your mother's comfortable womb and join us—" he looked up hearing Beca gag.

She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, dropping on her knees when she reached the toilet. He ran after her.

"Make sure to tell your OB/GYN to prescribe something for your nausea," Jesse said as rubbed her back.

"I will," she blew a breath and flushed the toilet. "I can't wait for her or him to get out of my womb either," she sniffed taking his hand and getting up. She gripped his hand feeling dizzy then held her head.

"You need to eat," Jesse frowned. "C'mon, we'll walk around the block. Fresh air will make you feel better. We'll get something you'd eat and keep a bag you could throw up in if you got sick," he said and kept eyeing her until she nodded.

"Let me brush my teeth first," she loosened her grip and kept looking at their hands when he didn't let go.

"Sorry," he apologized and pulled away.

"When do you want to tell our parents?" Jesse asked as they walked.

"I have no idea," she looked at different stores then cringed when the smell of a hot dog truck, they walked past, hit her. "When do you wanna do it?" she asked.

"We should wait until the risks of a miscarriage drop," he told her. "So, as soon as the second trimester starts?"

"Okay," she nodded.

"We've been walking around for like 20 minutes now. You think you could keep food down?" he asked.

"I want a burger," she said and took a deep breath. "I doubt I could keep it down but I'm starving so keep that bag on standby."

"There's a Burger Joint a couple of blocks away," he told her.

"Bill's Bar & Burger?" she guessed. He confirmed with a nod.

"You haven't had a sip of Alcohol in like 5 years and I can't drink. Awesome choice."

"We're going there for the burgers," he shrugged.

"I know I don't say this enough, but I'm really proud of you," she said.

Despite the fact that he had a drinking problem for a few months, he decided not to risk it and gave up drinking for good.

"I know," he nodded then looked both sides of the street before he slipped his arm under hers and crossed to the other side. "You're more of a shower than a teller, Bec," he heavily sighed.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment even if it didn't sound like one."

"I'm sorry. It's just that," he paused, "today has been a lot." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Don't apologize. You can't control how you feel," he shrugged. "And, believe it or not, I'm really happy that you decided to keep our baby," he smiled at her. "I'm really curious to see how our kid would turn out. Like, which genes will be dominant?" he paused to think. "Bec, what do you want the baby to be?"

"You mean sex wise?" she glanced at him.

"Yeah. I know I want a girl."

"You already have a girl."

"So?" he shrugged.

"No, I thought you'd want a boy so that you'd have one of each."

"True I have a girl, but you're not her mom."

She nodded slowly, deciding not to say anything back.

"Oh, imagine if we had twins?" he asked.

"Does it run in your family?" she asked in horror.

"No," he answered.

"Thank god," she sighed a sigh of relief. "I don't think my vagina can take pushing two babies out of it in one day."

"Think of how awesome it would be to dress them up?"

"Think of college tuition."

"They'll be smart kids and get free rides."

She audibly laughed at what he said. "You're ridiculous," she shook her head while opened the door when they reached the bar/restaurant.