"I can't believe all this has happened in just over a year", Beca chuckled, as she tore off a strip of sticky tape. "Courtney had just turned three when I met you…"

"Now she's four and all grown up, hey?" Jesse chuckled. "God, then its Ben's turn. He'll be nine, God".

In just a year, Beca had met Jesse, fallen ridiculously head over heels in love with a man who had three kids of his own. She had then bought a house and a car with said man, agreed to marry him… and now they had a dog.

Yeah, the cocker spaniel was the icing on the cake.

(Or cupcake- Courtney Mae had asked for chocolate cupcakes as opposed to a birthday cake. And, she had requested they be arranged in the shape of the number four, like Beca had done with Rosie's sixth birthday cupcakes. Chloe's photographic evidence was proving problematic in Beca's life.)

"What a rollercoaster", Beca hummed, as she stuck down the last strip of tape. "Happy birthday Courtney Mae, you better freakin' enjoy this, my girl. Mamasita's off to bed".

Jesse laughed, flicking off the light and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"What a year", he whispered into her ear, and she melted into his arms (cursing herself for feeling that way).

"Wey Jesse", a voice said, and Jesse shifted slightly.

"Mmm?"

"Hey Jesse, can I talk to you?"

(Somehow, they had six kids who waited until the middle of the night to discuss major events in their life.)

"What's wrong?" and Jesse squinted into the darkness to make out the child beside him. "What's wrong Ro?"

"Can I talk to you?"

"What's on your mind, hun?" he kicked aside his half of the blanket, Beca shifting slightly beside him. "Shhh, hold on. We'll go downstairs, okay? So we don't wake up your mum. We were up late wrapping Courty's birthday presents".

"Okay". Rosie reached for him, slipping her little hand into his. Jesse squeezed her hand gently, and the two of them headed towards the stairs.

"What's on your mind, my girl?" he wanted to know.

"Jesse, when Aunt Aubrey married Uncle Michael she changed her name to have the same last name as his, even though Mummy still calls her Posen", she said, wringing her hands in a manner that was so Beca (that girl was all Beca. The way she could work her way around a question without answering it was just like her mother). "And aunt Chloe used to be Chloe Beale but then she got married to Uncle Tom, and she changed her name so it's the same as his".

"Rosie posie, where are you going with this?"

"Mummy's gonna change her name to Beca Swanson, isn't she?"

(That had been the topic of conversation that afternoon, as Beca and Jesse worked to put dinner together.)

"Yeah hun, she is", Jesse said uncertainly. "What's wrong, Rosie?"

"Do me and Natalie and Courtney have to change our names too?" she blurted out, and Jesse stepped towards the pantry, pulling out a Tupperware container.

"I think you need some cake", he decided, opening the lid to reveal one of Beca's rich chocolate mud cakes (the one that she had baked that morning, before Courtney requested cupcakes. Beca had grumbled the whole time and Brody hadn't left her side, licking the bowl and the beaters). Rosie nodded, and he pulled down two plates, cutting thick, gooey slices. Setting one down in front of Rosie, he poured two glasses of milk before joining her again at the breakfast bar. "Don't tell the your mum or the other kids, alright? Sometimes big discussions need a midnight snack".

"Right". She nodded, licking a swipe of frosting from her finger. "So do we?"

"Rosie, it's up to you. If you want to change your name, Mum and I will agree to it, but if you want to be Rosie Ryerson, we aren't going to be upset".

"I don't know, Jesse! Because I love my daddy but he left and made my mummy really, really sad, and he never even visits or calls and Courtney doesn't even KNOW him. He told me 'Rosie posie I'm not gonna leave you' and you know what, Jesse? He left when Courtney was only a baby! And I like being Rosie Ryerson because my daddy is Luke Ryerson and I love him, but you're my daddy now. So I don't know if I want to be Rosie Swanson, because my real daddy might get really mad, even though he doesn't come and visit".

"They're some big thoughts for a little girl!" he almost laughed. "Rosie, just because Mum's changing her name doesn't mean that you have to change your name. I'm going to love you no matter what, okay? I'll love you if you're Rosie Ryerson or Rosie Swanson or Jiminy Billy-Bob".

Rosie nodded (giggling a little at Jesse's last comment) chewing slowly and washing down her bite of chocolate cake with a swig of milk. "And Jesse?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you too".

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and she leant towards him, yawning suddenly.

"I'm glad you're my daddy, Jesse".

"I'm glad you're my munchkin".

They sat downstairs for a long time, long after their chocolate cake and milk was gone. And then Jesse carried the little girl, the perfect little clone of his fiancée, up the stairs, tucking her into bed.

Yeah, his life was freaking perfect.