"Hey, doc," Beca started to say after her OB/GYN wiped the gel from her stomach. "I had a pelvic injury 10 weeks ago, would it cause a problem?" she asked while pulling her shirt down.

"What kind of injury?" he asked.

"I fractured the iliac bone," she informed him.

"Bec was on the ladder changing the bulb and my dog wanted to play and wouldn't take no for an answer," Jesse grimaced filling the doctor in with the details. "Only if you could have waited until I did it," he sighed, stuffing his hand in his pocket when Beca let go of it.

"I asked you to change the light bulb in the guest room," she held up four fingers, "four times, Jesse, and you didn't do it," she glared at Jesse.

"I said I'd do it. Besides, it's the guest room, not like we have guests sleeping over all the time," he shrugged.

"That's not the point!" she exclaimed, forgetting they were not alone for a second. "Sorry," she apologized to the doctor.

"It's okay," he smiled at her. "You two actually remind me of me and my wife," he added looking between them. He cleared his throat, seeing that they both avoided eye contact at his words.

"10 weeks isn't enough for a pelvic fracture to completely heal but by the time the baby gets big enough to actually hurt you it would be healed. However, I would check with your doctor just to be sure."

"My lower back hurt a lot," Beca told as she got up. "Is it normal?" she asked.

"Is the ache similar to the pain you experienced because of your fracture?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head.

"And there's no swelling or bruising," Jesse told him.

"May I?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah, sure," Beca nodded, turning on her heels and lifting her shirt so that he could examine it.

"Does it hurt around this area?" he poked two spots.

"Nope."

"It's hormonal," he assured her. "These vitamins and painkillers will ease things up for you." He put his pen in his pocket and gave Beca the prescription he wrote for her.

"What are you looking at?" Jesse asked, glancing at Beca when they stopped at a red light.

"This dot that has been trying to kill me," she held the ultrasound up.

"We'll get the meds, you'll feel better soon—shit," he hit the brakes.

"What the fuck, Jesse!" she exclaimed.

"I almost drove over a cat! God, I'm sorry!" He resumed driving.

"Not again," she groaned, placing a hand over her stomach.

"Do you want me to pull over?" he asked, feeling guilty when she started dry heaving. She shook her head but he pulled over anyway and pulled the prescription then used the GPS to look up a close-by pharmacy. "Okay, there's a drugstore, a block from here. I'm gonna go get you the drugs and be back, okay?" he softly told her.

"Okay," Beca nodded. He reached for the door and unlocked then frowned watching her exhale loudly then throw her head back and close her eyes.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, leaning over to place a kiss against her temple.

"It's not your fault," she swallowed, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "Well, it's kinda your fault," she shrugged. "But, it's okay," she smiled weakly.

"Hang in there," he looked down at her hand and stepped out of the car once she pulled away.

Jesse had just pulled the drugstore's door closed after he got the drugs for Beca when he heard a woman exclaim a series of profanities. Out of curiously, he asked, "Is everything okay?"

The woman, who was going through her bag, lowered her sunglasses and grimaced at the strong light. "Nope," she sighed, pushing her glasses up. "I think I left my credit card at… home," she said.

"Okay," he nodded, seeing right through the lie.

Even though he couldn't see where she was looking he had a feeling she was eyeing the bag he had.

"Whatcha got there?" she asked him.

"I just bought some chimichangas," he pointed at the drugstore.

"Ha-ha," she sarcastically laughed. "Seriously, though?"

"Some painkillers and vitamins," he told the hungover stranger and watched her nod then take off one of the bracelets she was wearing. "I got his one for like 3 dollars, I think," she paused. "Tread it for a couple of pills?" She extended her hand.

"Um." He eyed the bracelet. "These aren't for me, I'm just—"

"—Look, I just need 2 pills to make it through a stupid meeting," she shrugged.

"An AA meeting?" he guessed.

"How did you know?" she frowned.

She looked like she partied until the sun came up and the smell of tequila was radiating from her. It wasn't hard to guess. And—"—you're holding a sobriety coin," he nodded at the coin she was playing with between her fingers.

Jesse looked at his watch, thinking about Beca, and then glanced up at the stranger. He wanted to help her and also wanted to get back to Beca as soon as possible.

"I just remembered that I need Aspirin; wait here," he told her then walked back inside the drugstore.

He was in and out of the store in less than a minute. She took the aspirin bottle and grabbed a couple of pills. "Thank you," she thanked him after swallowing. "You're a life savior," she patted his shoulder after handing him the bottle back and was about to turn on her heels.

"Hey, do you have money for the subway?" he asked her.

"I live down the street." She clicked her tongue right after she blurred out where she lived. "Forget I told you where I live. Bye." She walked away.

He shook his head looking at the apartment complex down the street before he started pacing to Beca's car.

"Here you go," Jesse said once he got inside the car.

Beca forced herself into a sitting position and sniffed taking the bag from him.

"Are you crying?" he asked, watching her wipe her cheek with the back of her back. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," she sniffed again. "Fucking hormones!"

"It can't be nothing," he frowned as he watched her grab one of the vitamins containers and read the label, "It made you cry."

"I was just thinking," she started to say while opening the container and pulling a pill. "What if I suck at being a parent?" she asked. "I mean, at least if I fuck up I know you're going to do damage control," she gestured at him. "But, I still want to do a good job," she said in a cracking voice.

He reached for her chin, tilting her head. "You are going to be an amazing mother."

"Yeah, right," she scoffed.

"You always tell me how creepy it is that I know so well." He wiped her cheek. "Well, I know that when you decide to do something, you do the hell out of it," he softly told her. "I bet that if you wanted to go on a roller-coaster even though you're below the height restriction you'll find a way to do it," he smiled when she punched his shoulder weakly.

"You just had your first ultrasound!" he beamed at her, letting go of her chin. "Next time we'll see a fetus," he said, wearing his seatbelt. "And next spring our baby will be with us!" he started the car. "This has to be more exciting than winning a Grammy, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded wiping her cheeks.

"I can't hear you."

"Yeah!" she said loudly while rolling her eyes at him. He grinned at her when she smiled then took her vitamins.

Jesse waited until she fastened her seatbelt before he drove off.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Beca said as he drove. "Em and Benji set a date," she told him as she pulled her phone. "It's October the 20th," she informed him. He nodded.

"While you were at the drug store, I found this website online that calculates pregnancy related dates," she said as she unlocked her phone. "So, like Dr. Davidson said I'm 5 weeks pregnant," she paused. "First trimester ends five days before the wedding."

"Wanna tell everyone at the wedding?" he asked.

"That's what I wanted to talk you about," she locked her phone. "I don't want to tell them. There will be a lot of people and I really don't want anyone to come up to me to feel my nonexistent bump."

"I could get you a 'Do Not Touch' t-shirt," he suggested, keeping a straight face.

"A dress would be more convenient since it's a wedding," she said back.

"I'll start working on getting that done," he nodded.

"I doubt Em would appreciate it if one of her bridesmaids wore a dress she didn't approve of, though."

"Keeping it a secret it is then," he glanced at her. "Um, you think we could go down to my parent's place and tell them?" he asked once they stopped at a red light. "We could go see your parents first," he added, seeing that his question made her anxious.

"No, it's fine," she swallowed. "We'll tell your parents while we're in L.A."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's just that I just thought of awkward it would be once we tell them that we're on a break." She blew a breath.

"We don't have to tell them," he shrugged.

"You wanna lie?" she asked in surprise.

"Not lie, of course not," he removed his hands from the steering wheel, seeing that they were stuck in a traffic jam. "We just don't tell them unless they ask."

"What if they bring up marriage? I know your parents. They care about these things."

"They won't say it to your face. I'll be the one catching the heat," he assured her.

"I can't let you do that," she shook her head.

"It's really okay, Becs."

"What if we tell them we're planning on getting married after the baby is born 'cause I can't exactly plan a wedding now?" she suggested after a beat.

"You really wanna go there, Bec?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah," she casually said.

"Beca, you do realize that if we lie to my parents we'll have to lie to your parents and friends as well?"

She shrugged. "It's worth you not getting shit from your family because of me. We can later say that stuff didn't work out between us if they don't."

"And if they do?" he sat up. "Bec, would you marry me if you we got back together after this break?" he asked while trying not to show much emotion so that he wouldn't sound like he's pressuring her into agreeing.

"Can I get back to you on that later?" she grimaced.

"Sure," he sighed, resting his hands on the steering wheel.

"I'm jacked up on hormones and I don't want to make a decision like that until I'm back to my normal self."

"I understand," Jesse nodded. "We'll just pretend until then," he said while drumming his fingers on the wheel. "Wanna go pick a ring later?" he asked as he eyed her.

"No need for that." She took off one of the rings she was wearing that was her grandmother's ring.

"Wanna do the honor," she sarcastically said as she held the ring. He glanced at the road and saw then they were still stuck then turned to her and took it from her.

"Rebeca Mitchell, would you do me the honor of pretending to be my fiancé so that my parents don't skin me alive for not having a shotgun wedding?"

"Yes," she answered, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his over-dramatic tone.

Jesse rolled down the window and shouted on top of his lungs, "SHE SAID YES!"

"Dude!" she tried to glare at him but couldn't.

He whooped then sat back and rolled the window up.

"You're such a weirdo," she shook her head and rested her head against the window.

Six weeks later.

"Jess," Beca called as she shook Jesse awake. He groaned in respond. "Jesse, get up my parents are here." She slapped his shoulder.

"What?!" he said in confusion and sat up.

"They both saw that fucking picture you uploaded on Instagram," she whisper-yelled.

"What picture?" he asked, still dazed.

"The picture you uploaded of us at the diner after we went to my OB/GYN last week."

"What?" He ran his hand over his face.

"Jesus Christ, Jesse," she hissed. "You put a picture of us online and didn't, fucking, crop out the ultrasound that was on the table. Mom saw it, showed it to dad and now they're here!"

"How was I supposed to know that your mom is real life Hawkeye?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"She's a fucking lawyer; of course, she notices shit!"

"Okay, calm down, Bec," he said as he got off of the bed. "It's fine we were going to tell them soon anyway." He stretched his arms then grabbed his phone from the nightstand. "11:34, why did you let me sleep until now?" he asked in surprise.

"You've had a busy week and deserved to have some sleep," she shrugged. "Look alive; I can't have my parents thinking you spent the night in the guest room when we're supposed to tell them we're engaged next week."

"Just tell them it's the snoring," he said as he rubbed his eyes, "or my smell triggers your morning sickness or something."

He started to make his way out of the guest room while scratching his stubble.

His relationship with Beca's father, Dr. Benjamin Mitchell, was much casual than the one with her mother, Ms. Nicole Wood. She intimidated him a lot.

Jesse glanced at Beca, who was walking behind him clearly anxious, and reached for her hand.

"It's okay," he told her before getting out of the room. She nodded. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her temple.

They talked about how his parents would react but didn't really talk about her parents. He knew they wouldn't be hard on her but she had been a hormonal mess, that he got used to, and was really anxious about telling her parents that she got knocked up.

"Beca, you didn't have to wake Jesse up," Dr. Mitchell said, noting how Jesse yawned before he could say anything.

"I overslept," Jesse waved it off then extended his hand, which Dr. Mitchell took and shook while patting him on the back. "How have you been, son?" he asked.

"I've been really great," Jesse told the older man. "How's Mrs. Mitchell?"

"She's well and says to say hello to the both of you," he looked at his daughter who was biting her fingernails and Jesse who had a lazy smile on his face.

"Ma'am." he turned to Beca's mother and tried to keep the smile on his face when he saw that she was not happy. He swallowed then extended his hand. "It's always a pleasure," he said as they shook hands.

"Likewise," she said.

"Hey, I'm gonna make some tea, do you wanna to come with me?" Beca turned to her father.

"Sure," he nodded.

"Did you and mom eat yet?" she asked him.

"You just rest, Beca, we're not here to eat," he told her as he watched her fill a teapot with water.

She exhaled placing the teapot on the stove then leaned against the counter.

Dr. Mitchell eyed Beca who was watching Jesse and her mother talk while she bit her nails.

"You gonna have to stop doing that," Dr. Mitchell said gesturing at her.

"It's gross, I know." She interlocked her fingers together to keep herself from biting her nails.

"And your kid could pick this habit from you," he said then blew a breath.

She tilted her head.

"Congratulations honey," he grinned at her and pulled her into his embrace.

"Thanks," she sniffed, blinking back tears. "Is mom planning on killing Jesse for knocking me up?" Beca quietly asked, pulling away.

"No, of course not. She is just looking out for you like always. But, I'm here to keep her from doing it if she tried." He winked at her.

"How long have you known?" she asked him.

"Four days. Your mother called me when she saw the picture. I convinced her not drive up here from Pittsburgh and wait until the weekend. She listened for a change."

"Is mom mad at me?"

"No, she's just worried," he paused. "She's looking at it from a legal perspective." He shrugged. "Like social benefits."

Beca scoffed.

"You know your mother; she doesn't trust anyone."

"This isn't about trust." She shook her head. "I can't believe this." She turned off the stove. "Does she really think I'm incapable of taking care of the baby on my own?"

"Hey, your mother loves you. There's no reason to get angry," he calmly told her.

"Yeah, I know," she nodded and walked past him.

Jesse glanced up to see a pretty pissed off Beca walk their way.

"Uh-oh," he muttered.

"Hey, mom can I have a word with you for a second?" Beca asked.

"Yeah," her mother nodded and walked with her daughter.

"Why the fuck do you think I can't take care of my fucking baby by myself?"

"Okay," Jesse quickly jumped between them. "That is not how you talk your mother, Bec," he quietly told her as he held her shoulders.

"Jesse, fuck off," she yelled at him. "I'm having a word with my mother!"

He saw tears building up in her eyes and knew for sure that she was overreacting because of her hormones.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a bear hug.

"We'll be back in a minute." Jesse tilted his head and pursed his lips together at the sympathetic smile Dr. Mitchell gave him while he walked Beca to their bedroom.

"Okay, what's gotten you all riled up?" he asked closing the door behind them and pulling his hands up in defeat.

"Mom is interrogating you just to make sure you're not going to leave me to raise our baby alone. She doesn't think I can do it on my own." She stepped away from him.

"She didn't think you'd make a career out of music. She didn't think you could stay in a relationship. She didn't think a lot of things about you. And you prove her wrong at every turn."

"Jesse, it's not the same," she sniffed.

He gave her an apologetic smile watching her take a seat on the bed. "One of the reasons why she wants to make sure I'll be around to raise our baby is how demanding your job is and how much you love what you do." He walked the bed and sat down next to her. "And, she also was telling me about some legal stuff would help us since we're expecting," he sighed.

Jesse threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him when she started crying. She tried to say something but a hiccup stopped her.

"I know," he nodded, "fucking hormones."

"What legal stuff?" she asked wiping her cheeks.

"Some benefits we'd get if we get married."

She heavily sighed and sat up.

"We don't have to lie, Bec. I'll deal with my parents."

"Jesse, pretending to be engaged was my idea," she said tilting her head.

"Your mom won't let you live it down." He reached for her hand and squeezed it.

"She really can't judge me on relationships given her track record."

The reason Beca's parents got divorced was the fact that her mother got wrapped up in her career and put it before her family.

"See that's the thing about parents, Bec, they always try to keep their children from making the same mistakes as them." He felt her interlock their fingers so he gave her another squeeze. "She will take it personally when we break things off."

"Well, I'm not actually going to marry you, so, stop worrying about how my mother will react."

He watched her for a few seconds as she stared at the floor then leaned over to peek her cheek when she happened to be tilting her head so he ended up kissing her on the lips instead.

"I was going for your cheek," he awkwardly said. She looked between his eyes and lips then cupped his cheek with her free hand and kissed him.

They haven't kissed since the day she told him she wanted a break and knew she was pregnant.

She couldn't blame her hormones for kissing him because, despite the fact that she was 11 weeks pregnant which meant the increased hormones level had dropped and she was feeling well for a few days, she just wanted to kiss him. It was wrong and unfair to him because they were on a break.

Jesse didn't make it weird and kissed her back. He didn't really know what to make from her gentle kisses and didn't want her to pull away. When she did, he opened his eyes and watched her carefully.

"I…um….the thing is," she shook her head, blushing. "It's…"

"Hormones?" he guessed, giving her a way out of the embarrassment she was feeling, although he had a feeling that it wasn't the case.

"Yeah, those," she nodded and got up, running her fingers over her lips. "I need to pee." She started making her way to the bathroom.

"I'll go join your parents then," he said watching her close the door behind her.

"Tell them I'll be out in a minute." He heard her say.

"Okay," he said in a loud enough voice for her to hear and got up on his feet. He rubbed the back of his neck and blew a breath before he unlocked the door.

AN: Hormones, right? This story is writing itself up. I'm like making shit up as I go on.

Any thoughts on the stranger? I'll get back to her later but I'm curious; what role do you think she'll play in the story.

Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading and reviewing. Peace out.