"Hello!" Christina called the moment she stepped inside the penthouse as she took off one of the earbuds from her ear.

She walked slowly further while looking around then stopped when Beca emerged from the second floor.

"Hi," Beca greeted as she walked down the stairs. "I didn't think you'd come over for another hour to, be honest," she added.

"I finished up the work you need and got it to you," Christina shrugged and followed Beca to the kitchen.

"You're really fast at getting reports done." Beca poured herself a glass of water while Christina set a few folders on the kitchen island.

"Well, they keep me busy." Christina watched Beca chugged down the glass of water.

"And you keep me from having a nervous breakdown," Beca told her.

Christina chuckled at her words.

"I'm serious. I would have gone insane if I didn't have at least one thing under control right now in my life."

"Pro tip: don't make the people that work for you feel like they're special they'll probably start to think like they're irreplaceable and might begin to half ass their work," Christina pointed out.

"Special as in unicorn special or retarded special?" Beca smiled at her PA who told her once that she doesn't behave like how an employer should act and that she'd make sure to give her pointers based on her experience in headhunting.

Christina shook her head.

"What are you listening to?" Beca asked.

"New Dawn Fades," Christina answered.

"Oh, the Joy Division song?"

"Yep," Christina nodded. "Do you and your boyfriend know every song ever made?"

"I know more songs than Jesse," Beca said in a matter of fact tone.

"Of course, you do, it's part of your job."

Beca grabbed her phone when it chimed with an e-mail notification.

"What?" Christina wondered when Beca kept staring and her phone with a small smile playing on her lips.

"My ex- is getting married," she told her.

"Sorry I asked," Christina apologized for getting into her boss' personal matters.

"You know too much already." Beca looked up from her phone hearing the uneasiness in Christina's voice.

Christina nodded curtly. "He invited you to his wedding?" she asked in confusion.

"Uh-huh," Beca nodded as she typed back a reply to the e-mail Luke sent her inviting her to his wedding and apologizing for not sending her an invite by mail because he didn't know her address. "When he gets married, all my ex-boyfriends are married men," she said in realization after replying her congratulations and telling him that she'd love to come but will see if she could make it given the fact that she had an infant to take care of.

"Well, that's interesting."

"One of them got married like 8 months after we broke up." She paused. "I'm like a lucky charm or a curse to date then break up with depending on which way you view marriage."

Beca drummed her fingers on the kitchen island then grabbed one of the folders.

"Thanks again for getting these done. I really appreciate the work you do." Beca paused. "Damn, this is thorough," she said, impressed as she flipped through the report. "I know this is like therapeutic and all but, dude, you're wasting your time working with me. This stuff is very under your skill level."

"I like doing this stuff." Christina shrugged.

"But it doesn't pay well," Beca pointed out closing the folder deciding to go through it later.

"Not a problem anymore."

Beca nodded figuring that her PA had worked things up with her godfather and had regained access to her inheritance. "You should check Joy Division 1980's Closer, great stuff."

"That, I'll do," Christina nodded.

"Um, Jesse should be here soon." Beca paused. "If you wanna wait," she added.

"I'm actually late for a meeting," Christina quickly said.

"Meeting?" Beca frowned.

"AA meeting," she elaborated. "Kinda why I came over here early," she explained.

"Oh, okay. Well, good luck with that."

"Thanks," Christina sighed. "Bye." She turned on her heels.

Beca watched her as she walked away then marched towards the stairs and headed to Joseph's nursery to check on him.

"Hey, Joey," she greeted seeing that he was still awake after she had fed him and changed his diaper. She picked him up and placed a kiss on his cheek before leaving the nursery. "You know, you give me the creeps when you're not crying," she told him. "Like what do other than that when you're awake? What's happening in your head? What sort of things go through your mind?" she wondered as she eyed him.

Joseph babbled something back.

"Did just you answer me or was this oddly perfectly timed at random?"

She sighed when he kept staring at her. "I need to spend time with adults," she mumbled to herself holding him closer to her and pecking his temple as she walked down the stairs.

Bumper and Amy left for L.A. to attend some award show and told her they'd be back in NYC soon. They had no obligation to come back but they wanted to keep her company and help her out with the kid. Stacie, on the other hand, her current roommate left for a week in Hawaii to relax after the academy year ended.

She sat on the couch and sat her baby boy on her lap.

"I'm gonna tell you something and promise me to not tell," she started to say as ran her hand gently over Joseph's hair. "I don't know what I'm doing," she whisper-yelled. He grinned and it warmed her heart and made her grin herself.

"You already know that, don't you?" she snickered and rubbed her thumb against a dimple on his cheek. "Just keep rolling with mama 'till she figures things out at some point, okay?" She held his gaze and leaned in placing a kiss on his head when he tried to get a hold of her arm.

Beca tilted her head hearing the elevator door open and smiled seeing that it was Jesse, Sam, and Bender.

"Becs?" Jesse called as he shrugged off his daughter's back bag that he was wearing.

"Over here," she replied and smiled when Sam let go of her dad's hand and ran to where she was.

"Look who's here, Joe," Beca spoke to the little boy. "It's your sister," she told him.

Sam gently placed a kiss on top of his head.

"Hey, kiddo," Beca greeted squeezing Sam's arm briefly. "How was school?"

"Okay," Sam answered as she sat down next to Beca while she eyed her baby brother.

"Hi," Jesse leaned down pecking Beca's lips before he placed a kiss on his son's cheek.

"You gonna go drop Bender at your place?" Beca guessed as she eyed the dog.

"Yeah," Jesse nodded. "Took him out for a long walk then pick Sammy up." He placed another kiss on Joseph's cheek a little more forcefully. "We're all gonna fall asleep by eight today," he added.

"Take my car, keys are over there," she told him as she pointed at the coffee table.

"Okay," he agreed. "Do I buy dinner while I'm out?" he asked.

"No, I'm making dinner tonight."

"Wow, what's the occasion? Is it somebody's birthday?" he wondered in mock-shock.

"You're not funny."

"Yeah, I am," he disagreed then pecked her lips again. "Text me if anything comes up," he said and grabbed her car keys.

"Be good," he said to his 7-year-old daughter who nodded. "Daddy, stop," she laughed when he leaned in and placed several kisses on her neck.

"Bye, daddy," Sam grinned as he walked towards the elevator.

"Bye." They heard him say.

"When did the teeth fall?" Beca nodded at the missing top front two teeth in Sam's mouth.

"Last night," Sam answered.

"Both of them?"

Sam nodded her reply as she reached to touch her brother's clenched fist.

"Want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"

Sam nodded again. "Wait, no."

"Why not?" Beca frowned.

"Mommy said not to disturb you because you're tired."

"You're not disturbing me," Beca assured her. "Want orange juice with your sandwich?" she asked as she stood up while holding Joseph close to her chest.

"Yes, please."

"Dad brought some Disney movies over to watch, put one if you want." Beca pointed at the deck of Blu-rays that Jesse got Joseph to watch. She didn't even try to reason with him because he was going to sit and watch Disney movies with their child anyway despite the fact he's barely 4 months old.

Beca was reading one of the reports that Christina made her while Joseph napped in the cradle Dr. Mitchell got for his grandchild and Sam sat on the rug and drew.

"Hey, Beca?" Sam set down the crayon.

"Yeah?" Beca looked up.

"Are you and daddy getting divorced like mommy and daddy?" she asked.

"Dad and I aren't married. You have to get married first to divorce," Beca first explained. "But, no, we're not breaking up."

"You and Joey don't live with daddy," she pointed out.

Beca nodded. Jesse told her he had talked to Sam about the situation and assured her everything was okay and that the kid understood. She knew that she had to talk to Sam herself and that Jesse wouldn't be enough.

She closed the report and put it aside.

"Sometimes you stop wanting something you thought you want and it becomes confusing so you take a step back to see if you really want that thing," Beca tried to explain.

"The thing is living with daddy?" Sam said in confusion.

"No." Beca ran her fingers through her hair.

"You don't want daddy anymore?" Sam guessed next sounding a little hurt.

Beca tried to find something to say that could make sense to the kid in order to explain that it was more than not wanting to be with Jesse anymore. "It's a little complicated, Sammy. It's not a black or white situation. Dad and I are in the gray area." Beca paused. "Did that make any sense?"

Sam nodded her head. "You love daddy less so you move here to see if you love him enough to live with him."

"That's more or less the case," Beca clicked her tongue.

Sam picked up a crayon and went back to her drawing. Beca watched her for a few seconds, wondering how in the hell Sam was so levelheaded and just accepted what she had learned, then tilted her head to look at Joseph when she heard him wake up fussing.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Oh, your brother is just passionate about crying," Beca joked standing up and heard Sam laugh. "Keep an eye on him while I go grab him his bottle?" she said to the young girl.

"Okay," Sam agreed.

Knowing that she had to go back to work— at least show up at the branch for a few hours every now and then— Beca figured she'd introduce the bottle to Joseph and give him pumped breast milk even when she's around the house so that he'd get used to it.

"Wanna help me feed him?" Beca asked as she walked back into the room after she had warmed her boy a bottle.

"Yes," Sam enthusiastically said as she shot up from the floor where she sat near her baby brother.

"Can I hold him?" she asked. "I promise I'll be careful," she promised as she gave Beca puppy eyes.

"Yeah, okay," Beca said then set the bottle on the coffee table. Sam grinned and climbed on the couch.

Beca carefully handed the little boy to his over-excited sister.

"Don't hold it too high," Beca told Sam as Joseph latched onto the bottle.

"Is this okay?" Sam asked as she looked between her brother and the bottle she was holding.

"Yeah." Beca rubbed her arm. "You're doing awesome."

"What have you been drawing, Picasso?" Beca wondered as she bent to pick up the drawing from the floor.

"Our family," Sam answered without tearing her eyes from her brother.

"Well, this is nice," Beca complimented as she eyed the drawing that included a lot of details and that also included her. "Can I keep it?" she asked.

"It's not finished yet," Sam told her.

"Can I keep it when it's finished?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"Thanks," Beca thanked her and sat next to Sam.

"Beca, he's got the hiccups," Sam announced. "What do we do?" she asked.

"Give him to me," Beca said and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear then took the little boy from his sister. "Now, I hold him up until he burps or barfs," she told her as she held him in a way his chin was on her shoulder.

"I like Joey," Sam said.

"Well, Joey likes you, too," Beca told her.

"How can you tell when he doesn't talk yet?"

"He doesn't have to talk. He wouldn't have stayed calm when you held him if he didn't like you," she pointed out then tilted her head hearing the elevator.

"Hey," Jesse greeted stretching out the word as he grinned.

"Hi, daddy," Sam said. "Beca let me feed Joey," she told him in excitement looking up when he threw an arm over her shoulder. She squealed when he wrapped an arm around her waist and picked her up.

"Daddy, stop," she exclaimed when Jesse buried his face in her neck placing several kisses tickling her.

"Did you have fun?" he asked finally pulling away and properly held her. Sam nodded her head.

"Yeah and he likes me," she proudly said.

"Of course he does. You're his awesome big sister!" he exclaimed and placed a kiss on her cheek before he put her down.

"Hi," he grinned at Beca who was watching them as she gently patted Joseph's back.

"Hey," she said and leaned up to kiss him.

"What's for dinner, Bec?" he asked pulling away.

"Pasta with turkey meatloaf," she answered.

"Awesome," he said then tilted his head to look at their baby. "Hi, buddy," he said in a low voice as he eyed the sleepy looking baby then placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Hold him? I need to use the bathroom."

"Yeah," Jesse nodded and accepted the little boy. "Do I keep him up or do I let him fall back asleep?" he wondered.

Beca took Jesse's arm and looked at the time on his watch. "He's slept for like 4 hours. If he doesn't get mad us and cry our ears off, he's gonna go to bed around 8. Finish feeding him and keep him happy."

"Got it." He sat down on the couch. Beca placed a kiss on Jesse's temple in order to smell his hair and not look suspicious in front of the 7-year-old girl and like she thought she smelled pot on him. He was relaxed and these days Jesse's the furthest from the relax; she knew he had to have smoked something.

"Where did you get the pot from?" Beca asked Jesse once he got into her bedroom after he had tucked his daughter into bed.

"Huh?"

"The pot, where did you get it from?" she asked again as she looked through her closet to get a clean t-shirt after Joseph threw up on her.

"I ran into a guy I worked with when I was walking Bender he gave me a joint because he heard of what happened. Like a late get well soon gift."

"And you just took it and smoked it." She shrugged before she took off her current t-shirt.

"Not all of it." He walked to her. "You can finish it if you want," he carefully said.

"Yeah, I'm gonna pass." She looked up when he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Damn, Becs," he said as he rubbed his hand against her skin. "It's like you never got pregnant." He wasn't bullshitting her to make feel better about herself, she did lose the baby weight quickly mainly because she was breastfeeding and it burnt a lot of calories but preterm delivery, exercising and good genes had a role as well.

She took his hand and lowered it to the Cesarean scar that was located just below the bikini line.

"Yoga and running can't make this go away," she said letting go of his hand to grab a t-shirt. Jesse leaned in and placed a kiss on her neck before he began sucking on a sweet spot behind her ear while one hand was rested on where she left it and the over made it way up to cup her breast.

"Jesse," she called in discomfort. He pulled away and let go.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Beca, why?" he gently asked.

"We talked about this," she reminded him. "It's like the fucking Sahara down there."

Jesse stepped back and watched her wear the t-shirt.

"Don't take it personally, Jesse, but I have zero interest in sex right now."

"You're not even trying to regain interest but whatever," he mumbled as he walked towards the bed.

"Well, I'm sorry having sex isn't on the top of my priorities," she sarcastically said. "Not like my hormones are all over the place trying to balance themselves and its side effect is low sex drive. Or that I'm breastfeeding which contributes."

"Becs, you're right. I'm sorry," he said pulling the duvet.

"Oh my god, Jesse, you're doing it again!" she said in frustration.

"Doing what?" He tilted his head.

"Telling me I'm right so I'd shut up and we won't have to talk."

"Well, you are right," he argued. "And, I'm sorry for being insensitive."

"You could have worded it differently because it sounded like you were just trying to end this conversation." She clenched her jaw ready for a fight they had been warming up to.

"Beca, it's getting late. Let's just sleep on it and talk in the morning."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"No, I'm not kidding you. You want a fight and I don't want to fight with you."

"Jesse, are you listening to yourself? Avoiding arguments got us to where we are right now."

"And where are we exactly?" He dropped the duvet. "I come over every other night. The only thing we talk about is Joseph. And, you've distanced yourself from me."

Beca opened her mouth to say something but Jesse spoke first. "Now, I understand that you did that because you're sensitive about childbirth and just wanted to get back to the way you looked before. I know you're scared your mother is right about postpartum depression. You wouldn't have found the motivation to work out the way you have if you weren't scared of depression." He walked towards her. "But for the whole time, Joseph was at the hospital you've spent more time with Bumper than you did with me. And, you told me yourself you hardly tolerate Bumper." He stopped in front of her. "You complain about the lack of communication yet again you haven't been doing any effort."

"Dude, that's so unfair." She ran her fingers through her hair. "So fucking unfair." She poked his chest. "How many times did I try to get you to talk to me and you just shut me out? I didn't say anything when you started acting weird because you've been through trauma and it's not easy but it's so frustrating, Jesse! The way you just pretended you're fine is so frustrating!"

"Yeah, but you were sick, Bec. I couldn't let you worry about me."

"But I'm not anymore. I haven't been for a while now."

"Fair point," he backtracked.

"Thank you," she said as she rested her hand on her hip. "What were you doing smoking pot? What's the deal with that?" she asked.

"What, I'm not allowed to have some peace of mind?"

"Jesse, we have 4-months-old baby, what if something came up?"

"Beca, it's weed. It won't make me unable to function. Quite the opposite actually."

"So what now, you're gonna become a pothead?"

"No," he frowned then rubbed his face.

"Jesse, you had a dependency problem in the past—"

"Beca, stop," he interrupted in annoyance. "Whatever it is you're doing, stop it, please. I have been going to Dr. Martins, haven't I?"

She nodded.

"It's okay if you didn't treat me like I'm incapable of pulling anything off. I won't forget what I did, no need to remind me every two minutes," he said while trying to keep his voice even.

"You really think that's what I'm doing?" she questioned, hurt by his words. "Keeping you from from 'forgetting' the past?"

"You haven't answered me. Where are we, Bec?" he asked after a beat of silence because there was no need to answer her rhetorical question.

"We're not winning Couple of The Year anytime soon that's for sure," she mumbled. "We don't even qualify for the participation medal they give to kids who suck at sports."

"Wanna break up again?" he asked when she went quiet.

"Why, do you… wanna break up?" she asked back.

"You know, when we found out about Joe and told me how you felt, I thought he'd bring us closer," he shared with her. "Which I think is why I sort of procrastinated winning you back," he chuckled humorlessly. "I was so sure you'd come around."

"Was?" she noted.

He slowly nodded. "I realize now that it's stupid and quite naïve." He paused to take the hand she dropped from her hip in his hand. "I don't think I can make you happy, Becs—"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Jesse." She pulled her hand from his hold. "Don't bullshit me. If you're trying to break up with me just do it. I'm a big girl I can take it."

"—the way Joe does," he continued despite her interruption. "I don't wanna break up. But you do. You've been trying to pick fights non-stop. Everything I do gets under your skin. You actually talk yourself into liking me these days."

He reached and took her hand in his again. "I had some time to think while getting high earlier." He paused taking in the less angry look in her eyes. "We've been in each other's lives for more than six years, Becs. Of course, it's hard to wrap your mind around giving up on this. But all this back and forth thing won't end well. And I really love you and I don't want this to end on a shitty note. So just take your time and really think about what you want. I'm not giving you ultimatums; I'm okay with whatever you choose to do. Okay?" He squeezed her hand when he kept staring at him and said nothing back. She nodded and pulled her hand from his hold to run it through her hair.

"Um, I'm gonna go out for a walk." He cleared his throat then stepped away grabbing his jacket and wearing his shoes before he paced out of the room.

AN: Thanks for reading. Listening to Dear Evan Hansen's soundtrack save me from a writer's block. Phew! I hope you liked this. Leave your thoughts in a review that'd be cool and insightful.