"Hey, how did your talk with Jesse go?" Chloe questioned, letting herself into the house later that afternoon. Beca turned to her, standing at the counter with a chopping board and a small mountain of vegetables.

"great- Chloe!" she set the knife down and tossed her hands in the air dramatically.

"What?" she said in bewilderment.

(Was Beca going to show her an engagement ring? She hoped so.)

"I have to sell Charlie".

"What? What brought this on? Did Jesse propose?"

"What?"

"What?"

"No". Beca shook her head. "But he said he will".

"Oh, Becs!" Chloe threw her arms around her friend, hugging her tight. "I'm so happy for you! But, ah, I don't totally follow as to why you have to sell Charlie; he's part of the family".

"I need a bigger car", she informed her. "Firstly, the girls barely fit in the backseat; I don't know how I did it with three seats. I'm struggling with two, I'm just grateful Natalie's almost big enough to be out of one. And Jesse, the kids and I go places together, and it's just so… inconvenient to have to take two cars".

(Chloe held her squeal back, knowing that her friend probably wouldn't appreciate it.)

"You and Jesse are god together", she said instead. "He's good for you, Becs".

Beca smiled shyly. "I know, Chlo".

"Oh my God!" Michael bellowed, coming into the kitchen and yelling so loudly that he caused Rosie to jump. "What's happened to Charlie?"

"What?" Rosie turned to her uncle, frowning. "What?"

"Sorry babe, I thought you were your mother. You're about the same height". Michael chuckled sightly at his own joke. "Re-BECA!"

"You know what? You can't just waltz into my house and start bellowing", Beca said sharply, coming down the hallway with Courtney in his arms, the little girl nuzzled in her neck. "I don't have time for this today, I'm busy".

"That's not nice to call Mum short", Rosie said indignantly, and Beca nodded at her eldest.

"Thanks babe".

"What's wrong with her?" Michael motioned to Courtney, as Rosie trotted down the hallway in search of her other sister.

"Natalie body slammed her or something, she's milking it. Why are you breaking into my house and demanding I make changes in my life?"

(Courtney was slow to cry but also slow to be comforted. Beca found it amazing that Jesse could snap her youngest out of a mood in an instant, something she'd never been able to do.)

"I heard from Chloe who heard from Fat Amy who heard from Lily who heard from Donald-"

"You are worse than a woman".

"- that you're selling Charlie".

"Affirmative". Beca nodded sadly, setting Courtney on a chair and watching as her three year old rested her head on the table.

"You've had that car since you were eighteen years old-"

"Why the hell have you walked into my house to lecture me on my life once more?" Beca bit.

(Michael had always had the ability to push her buttons.)

"You're really selling Charlie?" Michael said in a quieter tone.

She nodded. "Yep".

Seeing the look of utter despair on his sister's face, he bit back a chuckle and hugged her. She didn't push him away as she usually did, instead she hugged him back.

"We've been through a lot with Charlie", she mumbled, sounding a lot younger than she looked. "We took our first Barden road trip in Charlie'.

"First and last", Michael almost chuckled.

(They didn't speak of the first- and last- Barden road trip. some things were left buried in history.)

"So you're getting a new car?"

She nodded. "Time for Charlie to retire".

"Or find another eighteen year old that will take him on the adventures that you went through".

"They won't play Guster", Courtney grumbled.

"It amazes me that your three year old knows Guster", Michael said, sitting down and opening his arms to his niece. "Come here, Courty, tell Mummy what kind of car you guys should get".

"I dunno".

He tickled her sides and she squirmed, trying to hold back a giggle (he was used to Rosie holding grudges, not his youngest niece. Rosie was Beca all over, not a scrap of Luke in her, while Rosie looked like her mother but had a polar opposite personality. Natalie, a mini Beca clone, they didn't know who she took after).

"Jesse and Mummy are gonna get a car together", the mumbled.

"She's more tired than grumpy", Beca noted.

"And then they're gonna get a house together and Jesse's gonna be my daddy".

Michael looked at his sister with a raised eyebrow and she pointed at him.

"Don't".

Somehow, without her realising it, Rosie's room had been taken over by the boys. And Ben's room had been taken over the girls.

On the nights that the boys slept over at Beca's, the boys crashed in Rosie's room and Rosie curled up beside Courtney. And on the nights that they fell asleep at Jesse's, Ben sprawled out in a sleeping bag on the floor between Brody and Dean's beds, while Rosie, Natalie and Courtney shared his room.

The fact that there were six toothbrushes instead of three in the kids' bathrooms in both houses made Jesse and Beca think.

(In the long run, it would be a lot easier if they lived together. They'd be paying one set of bills and not swapping between the two houses. It would make their lives a hell of a lot simpler.)

"Move in with me", Jesse said one night, as he pulled the blankets over Rosie's shoulders.

This time, Beca didn't freeze. Beca knew exactly what she wanted.

"Okay". She grinned at him and Jesse wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground and muffling her squeal with his mouth.

Knowing that both of their houses were only just big enough for four and nowhere near the size needed for eight, Beca and Jesse began looking around. Jesse looked into putting his house on the market, while Beca scoured real estates for houses suitable for their family in Barden (because they were all comfortable, they had family and friends there, and the boys had rebelled against moving schools again). They were comfortable in Barden and just needed a house big enough to fit them.

Having selected six different houses that were within their price range to look at that weekend (they had a budget and knowing that when they moved in together they'd need to upgrade at least one of their cars- when Jesse said 'at least one' Beca had pointed at him and said 'Rosie's gonna learn how to drive in Charlie', so Jesse had accepted the fact that his beloved duct-taped Civic was the one to go), Beca began shuffling through the piles of paperwork in the files in her room.

Copies of bills and bank statements and receipts for the house stared back at her, as she flicked through, trying to find the documentation she would need.

But something else caught her eye, and her stomach dropped.

"Fuck", Beca cursed, as realisation set in. "Oh, fuck fuck fuck!"