AN: Thank you all for your kind words and passing by. I hope you enjoy this epilogue.

"How did you even park here?" Sam wondered as she sat behind the wheel of Beca's car.

"What are you talking about? I could stand in the space between my car and the car next to it," Beca pointed out. "Both cars actually," she added looking at the other side.

"How do I get out?" Sam grimaced.

Beca reached for the gear and put the car in reverse mode. "Just look at the rearview mirror as you pull out," she told the sixteen-year-old who she still couldn't understand how she was able to pass her driving test.

"That's enough," she paused to look through the window at the wheel and how far they were from the car next to hers. "Okay, hit the throttle," she instructed seeing that Sam had turned the steering wheel. "Slowly, Sam!" she exclaimed when the much younger girl hit the pedal forcefully.

"You do it, Beca." Sam undid her seatbelt and prepared to exit the car.

"You're gonna have to learn to get out of a parking lot if you want to own a car," Beca told her as she removed her own seatbelt. "No, there's no need to get out," she said extending her leg to reach the pedals.

"You're really flexible," Sam noted when Beca sat back in her seat after she finished pulling the car smoothly out of the parking lot.

"Yoga, kid," Beca said.

Sam nodded and leaned the seat. "I always thought yoga is pointless."

"Helps me stay in shape but your dad is the one that truly benefits from it, to be honest," she mumbled.

"Since when does dad do yoga?" Sam wondered before it clicked in her head. "Ew, gross."

Beca managed to keep the smirk off her face at the disgusted look on Sam's face.

"Beca, you're not supposed to put this sort of things in my head. God!"

"I didn't say anything. You went there." Beca shrugged then fastened her seatbelt.

"But you knew I'd go there," Sam argued. "Speaking of Dad, are you still mad at him?"

"I was never really mad at him in the first place." Beca sighed. "But if I don't react when he pulls this sort of crap it will escalate to bigger stuff."

"I know Dad can be an idiot sometimes but he just overslept," Sam shrugged.

"Kid, I don't expect you to understand how a long term relationship works, but just know that the little things matter."

Sam nodded then glanced at Beca again when her phone rang.

"Yeah?" Beca said picking up on Jesse.

"Hey, hun, don't freak out okay?" he spoke with caution. "Joe's school just called the house line. Said he's got a stomachache. Did you and Sam leave the doctor's office? You think you could go pick him up or do I go and get him?"

"We'll get him." She frowned. "Did they tell you anything else? Is he vomiting?"

"They just said to go and get him, Bec."

"Okay," she curtly replied.

"Call me if you decide to take him to the hospital."

"Yeah, yeah, of course."

"Okay. Bye. Take care. I love you," he carefully said.

"You too," she automatically replied.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"Your brother is sick. We're gonna go get him."

"The doctor says he's fine," Beca told Jesse the minute he arrived. "Like really fine."

"So he was faking it?" Jesse frowned. Beca slowly nodded crossing her arms across her chest.

"And it worked!" he said in surprise. "Wow, our kid's got some talent, Becs." He glanced behind her at the room where Joseph sat on a bed while his sister sat on the chair keeping him company.

"Jesse, focus." Beca rolled her eyes.

"Right," he shook his head. "Why do you think he faked it?" he wondered.

"He wanted to leave school early," she shrugged. "For some reason."

"I'll try talking to him," he told her.

"No. I'll do it."

"Why can't I do it?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Because, just like Sam is her daddy's girl, Joe is his momma's boy." She sighed. "He'll open up faster to me."

"Yeah, you're right," he nodded. "Is this new?" he pointed at the leather jacket she was wearing.

"Knock it, Jesse, I'm still mad at you," she told him knowing where he was going.

"Oh, cmon, Becs. Not like you never overslept and forgot to do something."

"I have never forgotten to pick up my family from the airport!" she hissed.

"I said I'm sorry, Bec. I didn't mean it."

"You spent the night working and getting high. Missing the alarm clock could have been avoided if you didn't smoke so much pot."

"Well. I did. And I forgot to come pick you up. I'm very sorry." He paused. "C'mon, Bec, it's been four days, let it go." He held her gaze and placed a hand on her shoulder. "What do you want me to do?" he asked in frustration when she shrugged his hand off.

"You could get Joe's discharge paper," Beca told him.

"Fine," he gave in. Beca smiled watching him walk away then turned on her heels.

"How's my boy feeling?" she asked as she entered Joseph's bedroom while holding a bowl of chicken soup playing along with what he was pretending to have.

"Okay," Joseph curly answered as he laid on his stomach.

"Sit up, Joe. I got you some soup that will help make you feel better," she told him.

"I'm not hungry," he mumbled against the pillow.

Beca put the bowl on his desk and walked to the bed.

"You won't get better if you don't eat something," she was saying as took a seat on his bed.

Joseph sat up and was wiping his cheeks.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked climbing next to him on the bed.

"Nothing," he shrugged.

"We both know that's not true." She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him to her. "Tell me, Joe," she encouraged.

"Chris called me bastard at lunch. I didn't know what it meant. But it was obvious that it wasn't something nice," the nine-year-old mumbled. "I looked it up, though."

"Why was he picking on you?" Beca asked while rubbing his arm.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "He keeps saying mean things to me whenever anyone asks me if I met any of the people you work with last weekend."

"So he's jealous."

Fucking kids, she wanted to say.

"Of what? I didn't even go with you and Sam." He sniffed. Beca went to the Grammys over the weekend and took Sam and Joseph with her to L.A. Sam was her plus one at the event and Joseph stayed at Jesse's parents while Jesse stayed behind in NYC.

"Kids can be ruthless," she sighed.

"Am I really illegitimate?" he asked in a quivering voice recalling the definition he found online.

"Joe, the word bastard is mostly used in an informal way."

"How?"

"It's become a slang and is used to insult men in particular."

"But it is true. I am a bastard," he told her tilting his head to look at her. Beca hated the puffy eyes and the reason behind them so much.

"People used that word to refer to the child of a nobleman by a woman other than his wife. I love your dad but I'd hardly call him a nobleman and we didn't have you while he was married to another woman either," she explained. "Dad and I have been together for more than three years before we had you. You're very legitimate to us." She squeezed his arm. "The fact that we had you before we got married has no impact on who you are and doesn't make you less than Chris or anyone for that matter." She placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I lied to the school nurse so that you'd come and take me from there," he said coming clean. "Chris wouldn't stop and I wanted to make him stop but you said to stay out of trouble."

"Don't do it again, Joseph," she told him. "Don't lie. This time it worked. It's very unlikely to work next time."

Joseph nodded and rested his head against her chest. Just like his mom, physical contact comforted him and Beca was more than willing to provide any kind of comfort to him.

"So?" Jesse asked looking up from the book he was reading when Beca stepped into their bedroom.

"Some asshole at school called him a bastard," she informed him as she walked to her wardrobe to grab something to wear to bed. "It hit too close to home since Joe is technically one," she explained.

"Kids are ruthless," Jesse mumbled.

"That's exactly what I said," she said as she grabbed a t-shirt. "I explained to him how being born out of wedlock doesn't make him less than those who were born to married parents."

He sighed watching her slip her jeans off and enjoying the view she gave him and didn't look away when she turned on her heels. He actually watched her as she walked around the room and had long forgotten the novel he was reading.

Putting a bookmark on the book, he closed it and tossed it on the nightstand then laid across the bed to keep Beca from climbing on her side of the bed.

"Password, please," he said resting his weight on his elbow.

"Jesse, grow up."

"Password, please," he repeated.

Beca rolled her eyes then flashed him her boobs. He sighed then rolled over.

"Jesse," Beca called when he enveloped her in his arms.

"You wouldn't accept my apology so I'm gonna cling to you until you give in." He shrugged.

"I can feel your hard-on poking my back."

"I've missed you." He placed a kiss behind her ear. "Did I tell you how gorgeous you looked at the Grammys?" he asked and didn't wait for an answer. "I couldn't wait for you to come home so I could show you how much I fucking loved you in that dress," he said to her ear. "You looked amazing, Becs." He placed a kiss on the exposed skin of her shoulder. "And that red lipstick, wear it more often please." He made his way to her neck and pressed himself more against her.

"Are you done?" Beca asked, mustering her best indifferent tone.

"Am I done?" he asked in disbelief. "Aren't you feeling anything?" He pulled his head back and eyed her as she tilted her head.

"Yeah, your dick against my back," she told him.

"Beca, I'm sorry about forgetting to come pick you, Sam and Joe up from the airport," he apologized again a little frustrated with her then narrowed his eyes when he saw a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Don't forget about us again," she said leaning up to kiss him.

"I really missed you, you know?" Jesse mumbled.

"I can feel it." She leaned into him and smiled when he groaned.

"So good," Beca bit her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning. It was late at night and she really didn't want to wake Joseph and Sam up.

"Yes, yes, yes, Jesse…" She held on to the headboard. Leaning forward, she caused him to groan and grip her butt. He pulled himself up then flipped her so he was in control and could give her more.

He was over the moon when he felt her finally hitting the edge and let himself join her.

"Can you let go of my ass? It's starting to hurt," Beca mumbled.

"Sorry," Jesse apologized removing his hand. She grinned when he placed a soft kiss on her cheek before he rolled over.

"I don't think I've ever lasted this long," he told her rubbing his face, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watched Beca use his chest as a pillow.

"Keep doing cardio, babe," Beca told him as she played with his chest hair.

"Beca. Dad." They tilted their heads hearing Sam call for them as she knocked.

"Yeah?" Beca answered. "What is it, Sammy?"

"Joseph is sleepwalking," Sam informed. "I tried to get him back to bed. He wouldn't let me," She was saying as Beca climbed out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to clean up before she got out of the room.

Jesse grabbed his sweatpants and wore them as well as his t-shirt before he unlocked the door.

"It's okay, Sam," he smiled at his daughter. "You go to bed now, we'll take care of Joe," he said as he pulled the door shut.

"Are you okay, dad?" Sam asked eyeing her father whose chest was going up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yeah. Why?" he asked.

"You're out of breath," she pointed out. Jesse slowly nodded understanding the reason behind her question.

"Where is he?" he asked as they walked.

"He came over to my room. I closed the door and left him there to come and tell you." Sam glanced behind her hearing Beca unlock the door to hers and Jesse's bedroom and step out in Jesse's boxer shorts and one of his sweatshirt which was barely zipped.

"Where is he?" Beca asked as she tried to ignore the shakiness of her knees.

Sam pointed at her bedroom and watched Beca nod and make her way to the room.

"Is Beca walking like that because you were having sex just now?" Sam asked linking it to her father's shortage of breath.

"Yes," Jesse curly answered. His daughter was a teenager and despite the fact that it killed him a little that his baby girl was growing up he knew he had to accept it and be open about sex so that she'd never feel weird and talk to him about whatever she wanted.

"Why aren't your legs shaking?" she curiously asked.

"Male privilege?" he sighed, shrugging and crossing his arms across his chest.

"Not even funny, Dad." Sam rolled her eyes as they stood and waited for Beca to do what she always did because she just knew how to deal with Joseph whenever he walked in his sleep—, which was a habit of hers growing up—guide him back to bed.

"It's due to an endorphins rush and muscles relaxation in the vaginal area," he said giving her a legitimate answer.

"Sex does that?" She tilted her head to look at him.

Jesse shook his head watching Beca guide Joseph out of his sister's bedroom and head to his room. "An orgasm does." He smiled at the way Beca was holding on to Joseph as she walked.

"Good talk, Dad." She started to make her way to her bedroom.

"Good night, Sammy," he said in sing-song.

"Night," she said closing the door behind her.

Jesse walked to Joseph's bedroom and stood in the doorway.

"He's sleepwalking because he's upset," he yawned watching Beca stroke Joseph's curly locks.

"I know," she said and leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I wanna punch the kid that upset him," Jesse mumbled reaching Beca then sighed. "C'mon, let's go to bed, I wanna cuddle." He picked her up bridal style.

"Sam figured out that we were just having sex," he informed her as he walked. "She asked about your knees."

"Oh yeah?"

"I explained it to her. She left. I think I found an easy way to make Sam go to her room."

"Leave her alone, Jesse," Beca said in amusement.

"Jesse," Beca called as they laid in bed.

"Uh-huh?" he answered sleepily pulling her closer to him.

"You think going to a public school is good for Joe?" she asked.

They discussed it when he was starting elementary school and figured it would be good for him and help build his personality if he went to a regular school—Beca especially was afraid he'd get snobby and think he's better than everyone else because of the fame her work brought. His dad worked in indie films only movie nerds knew him. But she worked in the mainstream and even took part in an animated motion picture for children where she produced the tracks and lent her voice: kids recognized her voice.

"Dunno," he shrugged. "His grades are alright." He placed a kiss on her temple.

"He's really sensitive, Jess. And I don't think he can handle all the bullying he gets."

He was rubbing his face as she talked.

"But then again homeschooling Joe could affect him in a different way."

"Beca, we'll put him in a private school if you want. Can I sleep now?" he mumbled.

She slapped his shoulder. "Our son is having a hard time at school and it's because of me and you want me to shut up so you could sleep? Sleep is more important than Joseph?"

"Of course sleep isn't more important." He sighed. "I care about how Joseph feels." Jesse rested his weight on his elbow as he sleepily looked at Beca. "I'd love to chat about it and figure it out but we had amazing sex and it's very draining and I just want to sleep."

Beca shook her head then gave him her back. "Good night."

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Jesse checked.

"No. Go to sleep."

Jesse wrapped her in his arms and pulled her to him when she didn't push him away. "We'll talk tomorrow, m'kay?" He placed a kiss behind her ear.

"Okay," Beca answered snuggling up to him. "FYI, I don't particularly like you right now because you're falling asleep," she told him.

"I love you, my slightly better half," he mumbled.

"You, too," she sighed.

Jesse grabbed a baseball cap and wore it before walking out of the room. "Hey, you know the doctor cleared her up, right?" he was saying over the phone to his ex-wife, who was away for work and wouldn't be back in NYC for another couple of weeks, and who he called to talk about their daughter.

"Yeah, Beca called me right after the appointment. Sam is milking her knee injury to keep skipping PE."

"Weird, isn't it? Considering Sammy is on the soccer team."

"I'll talk to her and see what her deal is when I'm back."

Sam had been going back and forth between her parents as she grew older. Neither one of them forced her to choose one house over the other.

Jesse was walking out of his and Beca's bedroom as he listened to Sandra and saw Sam leave her room.

"I'll try with her and tell you." Ending the conversation, Jesse caught up with Sam and threw an arm over her shoulder.

"Good morning, favorite daughter," he cheerfully greeted as he forcefully kissed the top of her head.

"I'm your only daughter." She looked up and gasped dramatically. "Unless you're cheating on Beca and had a girl with the mistress." They were walking down the stairs as they talked.

Jesse faked looking guilty. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm devastated." Sam shook her head.

"Hi, devastated. I'm Dad," he grinned.

"I don't know how any woman would publically have a relationship you let alone agree to be the other woman with a sense of humor like yours, Dad."

"You're hurting my feelings, kid." Jesse clenched his chest. "As a matter of fact, I happen to be very popular with the ladies."

"Fake news," Beca yelled overhearing them as made sandwiches for Joseph and Sam to eat at school and causing Sam to burst into laughter.

"Don't listen to her," Jesse told Sam. "Becs just doesn't like that I get all attention."

"Babe, I get hit on by women more than you."

"Yeah, it's true, Dad. At first, I thought they were being friendly but at least four women tried flirting with Beca at the Grammys."

"Really, now?" Jesse wondered in surprise.

"They had a few drinks," Beca explained.

"What's flirting?" Joseph who had been eating his cereal in silence up to then asked.

"It's expressing attraction to the person you're attracted to through conversation and body language," Beca explained to her nine-year-old who was a little too quiet.

Joe nodded and looked down at his bowl of cereal.

"So, I'm gonna marathon StarWars later, who's joining me?" Jesse asked.

"I am," Joseph said when he met his father's gaze.

"Becs?" Jesse called while high-fiving who never disappointed him and was a loyal marathon buddy—until he fell asleep because he was still his mother's son.

"I can't pretend to tolerate those movies anymore. I don't get why they're so amazing. It's all Space nonsense."

Jesse dramatically gasped clutching his chest. "Starwars is awesome and you know it! Deep down, you know it!"

Beca rolled her eyes at how dramatically Jesse was acting.

"Sam, back me up," he turned to his daughter who was busy filling a bowl of cereal.

"Starwars is fun, Dad." She shrugged. "It has great characters. It's creative. The score is iconic." Jesse was nodding along to her words. "But it doesn't mean it should be worshiped." She sat down.

"See?" Beca smiled tightly at her husband pleased that Sam was speaking the truth and didn't give a diplomatic answer.

"Neither should Beyoncé, Beca." The young girl looked up at her step-mother.

"I'm not gonna argue with a teenager over music. I'm not gonna do it," Beca shook her head, mumbling to herself. "You're not gonna watch the movies with Dad until you finish whatever homework you have, okay?" she tilted her head to look at Joseph who nodded.

"Sam," Jesse called slowly.

"Of course, I'm in," she sighed.

"Bring your friend Tracy. I like that girl." He grinned.

"You mean you like that she shows interest in your never ending trivia?" Beca asked setting lunch bag in front of the siblings on the table where they sat eating breakfast.

"She's cool," Jesse shrugged.

"I actively avoid letting my friends be around you, Dad," Sam jokingly said. "I mean you give average looking nerds hope 'cause for some reason Beca married you which is great and all but I still want to have friends."

"Beca, honey, say something," Jesse said.

"I didn't marry you for your looks, that's for sure," Beca snorted meeting Jesse's gaze.

"Okay, now I'm hurt," he said keeping his expression neutral then he walked to the coffee maker to pour himself a mug of coffee.

"Jesse, I'm pretty sure it's a good thing that I didn't marry you because of your looks," Beca pointed out as Jesse made his way to where she was standing.

"You make a good point," he said after a beat of silence.

"For real, though, Beca, why did you marry Dad?" Sam asked through a mouthful of cereal.

"I didn't panic nor did it feel wrong when Dad asked me if I would marry him," Beca shrugged she looked towards Jesse feeling his gaze. He leaned in and pecked her lips. "And you wouldn't believe the tax cuts we got after marriage," Beca added leaning into Jesse's side when he wrapped an arm around her.

"I wouldn't understand them either," Sam shrugged.

"What am I looking at?" Beca asked rhetorically as she stood in the living area and tossed her keys on the table along with her bag—she had a long day at work and couldn't wait to get home, expecting the marathon to be over and that everyone would have gone to bed as it was a school night and planning to run a hot bath then fall into deep slumber— she was actually looking at the man she married and his two children sitting in what seemed to be a pillow fort while they watched one of the star wars movies.

Jesse glanced at her then back at the screen and reached out a hand for her, inviting her to come. Beca looked at the huge TV screen and sighed noting that it was the 'Luke, I am your father' scene, which explained why the three were too caught up in the movie.

She stepped out of her boots and took off her jacket before she made her way to where they sat.

"You've seen this movie more times that I can care to count. We all know what happens next. Heck, we even know what happens twenty years later in the timeline!" She hated that she knew so much about StarWars but who could blame her?

"Thirty," Joseph mumbled, correcting her, sharing a bowl of popcorn with Sam, and making Beca roll her eyes.

Jesse pulled Beca onto his lap and placed a kiss behind her ear and it wasn't long until he started giving her a neck rub.

"I got through to them," Jesse said in a voice only Beca would hear, to avoid waking up the siblings who fell asleep, as he and Beca continued to watch the third and last part of the original trilogy.

Beca leaned against him, crossing her legs at the ankles.

"Both of them." He grinned. "I know you worry about Joseph but he likes his school and I'm telling you, Bec, he's fine and doesn't need us to make things better for him. Talking to him, he made it clear that he doesn't need us to interfere."

"He told all this?" Beca wondered while Jesse rested his chin on top of her head. She felt him nod.

"He's a softie at heart but copes well. And I think his experience at school is helping build his personality." Beca tilted her head to look at him. "I know he's honest and not just saying things to get me off his back because he had this serious look in his eyes—" He gazed down at Beca who was looking at him. "—he had this look right here," he nodded at her then placed a kiss on her forehead.

"What about Sam? She told you why she's avoiding PE and soccer practice?" she asked in an equally low voice.

"Yeah. I promised I wouldn't tell but you don't count 'cause you're my slightly better half." Beca nodded understanding that she had to pretend to know nothing. "Long story short: She and a teammate kissed at the locker room and now she's avoiding her because she's feeling bad since the girl has a boyfriend. And the whole thing is confusing the fuck out of her."

"Poor thing," Beca apologetically said, feeling bad for the teenager. "What did you tell her to do?" Not that she didn't trust him to give good advice, she just wasn't sure he was capable of giving advice to his sexually confused teenage daughter.

"I told her to do what she feels is right." He shrugged. "I trust her to do the right thing and confront the girl," he confidently said.

Beca cupped his cheek and rubbed her thumb against his cheekbone. "You're a good father, did you know that?" she asked.

"I try to." He smiled when she closed her eyes and leaned up to kiss him and kissed her back tenderly.

"You're unbelievable sometimes," Beca mumbled pulling away when she realized he was watching the movie as they made out.

"Where are you going?" he asked when she climbed off his lap.

"Get the kids to go to bed," she said before she carefully and gently shook Sam waking her up and told her to go to bed then did the same with Joseph and watch them make their way to the stairs.

"Don't come to bed until you clean the place," she told Jesse as she got on her feet.

"You're not gonna come and finish Return of The Jedi with me?" he was asking as glanced away from the movie.

"No. I'm gonna run a hot steamy bath." She stretched.

He hummed at her tone. "Am I allowed to join you?" he wondered.

"No, you finish your movie," she said and began walking away. "It's getting to the best parts," she waved at the TV.

Jesse looked between the TV and the stairs then got up and followed Beca.