Shoutout to CupcakeCutie90, who realised that both Beca and Jesse's children are all named after Anna Kendrick's and Skylar Astin's movie characters :) Leave a review, let me know what you think!

"You need to get out, Bec", Chloe Beale told her best friend bluntly, as she licked her spoon of ice cream. "Seriously. I'll babysit; you go out and enjoy yourself".

"No, Chlo-"

"When was the last time you went out? When was the last time you went somewhere where you could just have a drink and sit back and relax and let yourself unwind?" the redhead eyed her suspiciously, and Beca sighed heavily, admitting defeat.

"Um… probably when my mum was here for Courtney's first birthday".

"Courtney's three, Beca. She turned three in April".

"I know, Chloe".

The redhead continued to stare at her accusingly,

"You aren't going to give up on this, are you?"

Chloe shook her head, grinning. And when Beca looked unconvinced, she turned to the most convincing person she knew. "Hey Rosie posie, we always have fun when I come over, don't we?"

"Yeah!" Rosie enthused, licking her spoon free of ice cream. "When are you next coming over, Aunt Chloe?"

"Today?" Courtney's eyes sparkled, and Beca rolled her eyes.

"Please?" Natalie added.

"It's unanimous, Bec. The girls and I will sit back and watch a movie- don't give me that look, they love Disney and you know it- and you'll go out and have a good time and call Aubrey to pick you up when you want to come home". Chloe crossed her arms stubbornly and Beca frowned.

"Fine", she finally relented. "Three conditions".

"Name 'em".

"You do not bring around a new DVD for the girls; they're too spoilt as it is".

"Fine…" Chloe pouted, and Beca knew that she would completely ignore her and bring over a brand new film to add to their ever growing DVD collection (for a girl who hated movies, Beca Mitchell owned an awfully large collection).

"Secondly, you do not invite everyone over, because then it turns into a party and I'm trying to get them back into a routine for when school starts in two weeks".

"Got it".

(On the odd occasion that Beca did go out, she would leave specific instructions with Chloe to make sure they were in bed when she got home, and every time she would find all four of them passed out on the lounge, dead asleep.)

"What's the third one?" Chloe asked carefully.

"That you stop harassing me about my love life".

"Lack of a love life", Chloe corrected, and Beca frowned. "I mean, when was the last time you had-"

"Chloe!"

"What?"

"You sound like Stacie, stop it".

"I'm worried about you, Bec!"

"There's no need to be", she said, almost exasperatedly.

"Mummy!" Natalie bounced on her seat, grinning with a chocolate rim around her mouth. "Look, there's Aunt Aubrey and Uncle Michael!"

Rosie leapt up from her seat, running towards the door to greet them. Michael lifted her into his arms, squeezing her tight.

"Hey Rosie posie!" he said warmly, grinning at her.

"Hey Uncle Michael! Hey Aunt Aubrey!" Natalie waved, and Courtney tossed her arms around Aubrey, and the four of them made their way to the booth in the back.

Michael tugged on Beca's ponytail and she frowned at him. "Hey there little sister, how are ya? How are my favourite nieces treating you?"

(As far as Beca was concerned, Michael was the only good thing that came out of her father's marriage to the stepmonster. While they had acted like they didn't get along when they were around Beca's father and Michael's mother, they had broken their façade shortly into the act. Michael called Beca his baby sister, and had taken every ounce of his strength not to pummel Luke into the ground after he found out what happened. What Beca couldn't understand, however, was how he could marry someone like Aubrey Posen.)

"Good", Natalie told him with a grin, climbing into his lap. "We're always good, Uncle Michael".

"I don't think so", Beca said with a grin, her eyes twinkling at her middle child.

"How did earspike get three angels?" Aubrey demanded, grinning playfully at the tiny brunette. Beca glared back, resenting the nickname that Aubrey had given her whilst they were in college (although despite how much she hated the nickname, it hadn't stopped her piercings or tattoos).

"She's always good", Chloe defended, wrapping an arm around Courtney and kissing the top of her head. "You're always good, aren't you Courty?"

She nodded, giggling.

Beca just laughed, resting her head on Rosie's shoulder, and Michael reached over to squeeze her hand.

"You need to get out, man", Donald told Jesse, as he smeared sunscreen over his nose for the fourth time within the hour. "Seriously. When was the last time you had sex?"

Jesse glared, watching as little Brody splashed around in the knee deep water. "I don't feel comfortable having this conversation with you".

Donald frowned. "I'm just saying, leave those kids with me and Benji and you go out. Get yourself a date or something, you need to get out".

"It's fine, Donald".

"Uncle Benji!" Dean hollered, running towards the pool gate, flinging water everywhere. Jesse spun around to see his best friend and college roommate (and Ben's namesake) strolling towards them, Dean having launched himself into his arm. Dean dangled from one arm, grinning. "Daddy, look! Uncle Benji's here!"

"Benji!" Donald called. "Whassup man? Can you tell Jesse that he needs to get out?"

"You totally do", Benji agreed, and Jesse glared.

"Thank you for agreeing". Jesse frowned and Dean chuckled.

"Uncle Benji!" Ben hollered to his namesake. "Come on! Come swimming! Daddy said you promised!"

"I did! I'm coming!" Benji called enthusiastically. "Yeah, Jess, you need to get out". He dropped Dean to his feet, pushing him towards the pool. "Give me a second, alright Dean?"

"'Kay!"

"Jesse, you've got to get out", Benji said, dropping his things beside the boy. "I'll look after the kids if you'd like, you go out and have a good night".

"Three conditions", Jesse said after a moment, and Donald high fived him in victory.

"Name them", Benji said confidently.

"One. You don't tell Ben, Brody and Dean any more Bumper stories from college, I'm tired of being questioned by Ben".

"Done". Donald nodded.

"Two. They actually get into bed, when I leave them with you, because I'm a bit tired of hauling them up the stairs because you've let them fallen asleep on the floor or something".

"You're like an old man", Donald commented, and Jesse smacked his shoulder.

"What's third?" Benji asked warily.

"Thirdly, you get the hell of my back about dating".

"Done. Name the day and I'll watch the boys". Benji grinned, high fiving Donald. Jesse rolled his eyes, before lifting himself off the grass to join his three boys in the pool.

"You're impossible".