My Fake Husband

A Pitch Perfect Story

Chapter 9

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Song Recommendation: You're Having my Baby by Paul Anka ft. Odia Coates

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The doctor's office didn't open for another forty-five minutes, but that was one of the perks of being friends with the wife of her gynecologist. It was weird at first when she found out that her gynecologist was dating one of her good friends from college, but the three of them quickly got over it. She opened the door, smiling at the nurses that were getting ready for the day. "Miss, we aren't open yet." One of the nurses said when she looked up from behind the desk.

"She's here to see me, Margaret." Dr. Brian Keller, also known as Jessica's husband, said as he walked down the hallway. He smiled at Beca. "Hey, why don't you c'mon back?" She nodded her head, following him down the hallway to one of the examination rooms. He gestured that she sit down on the table. "So, what's going on? Why did you ask me to see you this morning?"

She took a deep breath, staring at her hands in her lap. "I'm pregnant."

"Oh, wow! Beca, that's great!" Brian said, standing up to give her a hug. When she didn't hug him back, he took a step back. "This is great, isn't it?" She looked up at him then, because this was going to ruin the perfect image of the Swanson union. She needed to fix this, fast.

"Yes, no, I don't know! Did you ever really peg me as the motherly type?"

"I never had you pegged as the married type, let alone the motherly type." He laughed, and she gave him a look that said, exactly. "But, then I saw you and Jesse together at your housewarming party, and you looked so happy with each other. And, that proposal! You guys are perfect for each other." She chewed on her bottom lip, staring down at her hands in her lap. She hated when people said they were perfect together, because they weren't. They were better off as friends. Except, if she was pregnant, now they would be tied together for the rest of their lives to a baby; it made the whole situation so much more complicated. "I saw happy you guys were around the wedding in New York. People change, Beca. I look at you now, and I know you're the married type. If you're pregnant, you will become the motherly type, too. Jesse's gonna be ridiculously excited. I distinctly remember something about the inevitability of children?" She rolled her eyes.

"It's just that it seems so soon. We've only been together for like a year, Brian."

"Okay, so it's a little quick, but that doesn't mean that it is going to ruin anything between you two."

"How do you know?"

"Because I can tell that that Jesse is madly in love with you every time he looks at you." She closed her eyes, because that was all fake. "And, I can see it when you look at him." She crinkled her nose, because she was proud of herself for being a good actress. They needed everyone to think that.

"Alright, let's get this process started, Mommy." She suppressed her groan, but he saw her grimace, because he chuckled. He opened her file and grabbed a pen to take some notes. He spent the next thirty minutes questioning her about her medical history and as much about Jesse's as she knew (which wasn't much, but she did make sure that she asked some questions about his health and broken bones he had as a child, in case the immigration agent asked such questions—she didn't know what to expect during that interview). "Did you take a home test?"

She nodded her head. The day before she had bought a home test from the store on her way to work; she had taken it in the bathroom, and it came back as positive. "Yesterday. I didn't exactly notice that I might have been pregnant until I got sick last weekend."

"Okay, tell me about your symptoms?"

"Well, I have been tired lately, I've been nauseous lately, but other than that, I've been fine."

"When was the first day of your last period?"

"I've had my period every month, except this month and, well, the month before that was a couple of days later than usual. I'm like a week late now, but I know exactly when I would have gotten pregnant. Jesse and I didn't use protection about three months ago."

"What do you mean?" Brian frowned at Beca. "You can't have your period if you're pregnant. It is normal to have light bleeding around the time of implantation, which is generally why women think that they have their period around ten or so days after conception. Your body also sends additional blood to your cervix, so it is common to see some light bleeding during or after sex or pelvic exams. Would you say that these are what you noticed? Would you say that you are experiencing more severe cramping, such as in the lower abdominal-pelvic region? What about sharp abdominal pains? Maybe pain in your shoulder?"

That was a lot of information. Well, yeah, the first period she would have had after she and Jesse had sex was lighter than normal, pretty much spotting. The next period she would have had was actually a little later than usual; it should have come around the end of her honeymoon, but she didn't get it until a few days after they got back. Now that she thinks about it, it was right around the time that she tested out some of the toys the girls got her for her honeymoon—she never used a vibrator before, so she was a little heavy-handed with it the first time. Could that be what caused what she thought was a period? "Um, they've been lighter than usual…" She said. "None of that other stuff. What is all that a sign of? Plus, what does shoulder pain have to do with pregnancy?"

"It's good that it isn't the other stuff. Those kinds of symptoms are indications of either miscarriage or ectopic pregnancies. The shoulder pain, especially when lying down, relates to the irritated nerves from internal bleeding that comes from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy." She blew out a breath, because pregnancy was seriously scary. Ectopic pregnancies? Miscarriages? Internal bleeding? "Oh, dear. I've upset you. I'm sure you and the baby are fine. Let me take some blood for the blood test, and then we will get started on the examinations."

"Blood test?" She hated needles. "Isn't there another way to test whatever?"

"Well, we have to do blood tests occasionally throughout pregnancy, especially right now, to test your human growth hormone levels, which is the pregnancy hormone, as well as to see if your anemic, for example, or at risk for gestational diabetes, et cetera. It will be over in a few minutes. So, you think you're about three months along?"

"I can tell you the exact date that Jesse and I would have conceived. It was May twenty-sixth. The day after the proposal."

"Okay, we determine the due date for pregnancy from the first day of your last menstrual cycle. When was that?"

"May thirteenth."

"Okay, then. That would put you at thirteen weeks, already beginning the second trimester." He did some calculations, looking up at her with a smile on his face. "The due date would be around February seventeenth. Let me take some blood, and then we can start the exams."

Shit, she was already in her second trimester. She thought that they judged pregnancy by the day you got pregnant, not before that. Is it not healthy that her baby didn't get prenatal care during the first three months? "Is it okay? Will the baby be hurt?"

"I'm sure the baby is fine, Beca." He said as he took the blood. He labeled it and set it aside, ready to send out for testing. "Time for the physical exam." He proceeded to weigh her, take her blood pressure, check her lungs, and heart. "Look at that. You've gained about three pounds." Brian grinned.

"Is that okay? Should it be more?"

"Beca, calm down. You're doing fine. You were small, and it looks like you're one of the lucky ones to stay small during pregnancy, but we shall see what happens as you get farther in your pregnancy. I'm going to need a urine sample, as well, and then have you change into the gown so that I can check your breasts and give you the pelvic and the bimanual internal exams."

"I'm not sure how happy my husband will be that you're getting fresh with me, Brian. He might decide he has to beat you up." She joked as he walked to the door.

"Does Jesse know that I'm your gynecologist?"

"No, I've only said that I was going to a gynecologist around him." That was a fib, sort of. The first time he insisted on giving her a movication, the night they first met, and she said she would rather visit a gynecologist. She just never said that a good friend of hers married the gynecologist.

"The first prenatal appointment that he's at is gonna be really awkward, huh?" He walked out the door.

After she got the urine sample for him, leaving it beside the blood, she got undressed and climbed onto the table after putting the gown on. A few minutes later, Brian returned, checking her breasts and performing the two vaginal exams, which was not fun at all. Beca had been having sex regularly for the last twelve years, and it still sucked to get a PAP smear.

"So, there are a few optional tests that you might want to get done. There is the nuchal fold test, which screens for Down syndrome. When you do this test, I use the ultrasound to look at the back of the baby's neck. If the test is positive, then my advice is for you to get a CVS or an early amniocentesis test, which is when I would use an ultrasound to guide a needle through your stomach and into your uterus, avoiding contact with the placenta and the baby. These tests would also determine your baby's risk for other genetic diseases. There is a small risk, about one to two percent, that miscarriage occurs with the use of amniocentesis and CVS."

"I'm fine with the nuchal fold test, but I don't want to do the amniocentesis test until I know the results of that test or until I talk to Jesse about it. I'm afraid of putting the baby at risk."

"Alright, I'm gonna step out, so why don't you get redressed, and then we can get started on the ultrasound. Knock on the door when you're done."

The moment he left, she carefully stood up (she was always slightly unsteady after a PAP smear) and redressed. She knocked on the door, and she climbed onto the table. Brian and one of his nurses rolled the ultrasound machine into the room. He directed the woman to take her samples with her, rattling off a list of tests that they should be tested for. Then, he turned to Beca. "Let's look at your baby." He raised her shirt and unbuttoned her jeans. He squirted a cool gel onto her stomach and placed the Doppler against her stomach. A loud thawping sound filled the room, and Beca smiled, because that was her baby's heartbeat. She closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to stop herself from crying. This was all so overwhelming, and she really never expected to be in this position. Part of her wished that Jesse was there with her, holding her hand, hearing their baby. Fuck, it was so weird to say that. Their baby.

Brian talked about how it appeared that the baby's nuchal fold test was negative, which was good news. They would know for sure later on, if she were to get the amniocentesis done. "So, here's your baby's head, body, and the limbs." He said, pointing at the screen. She looked at the 3D picture, kind of shocked, because she was expecting one of those black and gray things that was hard to read.

"Can you see what it is yet? A boy or a girl?"

"Nope, not yet. Let me take a picture for you and get you a DVD copy of the ultrasound, too. Then, we can figure out when you should next come in." He messed around with the machine for a few minutes, and then handed her a towel so that she could clean up her stomach. Once she was cleaned up, her pants re-buttoned, and her shirt pulled down, he pulled out an appointment book. "Since you're so late in your pregnancy already, I would like to see you in three weeks, at your sixteenth week. We will look at your fundal growth, which is when I measure how large your stomach is growing from about your breastbone to your lower pelvis with a tape measure. Then, that you would come in for your twenty-week ultrasound, which is when we measure your baby's limbs, look at the spine, the brain, et cetera, and when we will definitely be able to tell what the sex of the baby is. That is probably the most exciting part."

"Will I still be sick?"

"Some mom's get morning sickness during the second trimester, which appears to have been what happened for you this week, but others find this trimester to be the best. It is possible that you will continue to have morning sickness, so I recommend that you keep crackers, apple sauce, water, and/or ginger ale on you at all times, which I have heard help with the nausea. One thing that is likely for sure will be an increased sexual desire, and once you start gaining more weight, we will have to talk about changing sexual positions that are better for you and baby." She blushed, which was not something she usually did when it came to conversations about sex. "Alright, we're done here. I will see you in three weeks, Beca. Don't forget to tell that hubby of yours I said congrats! If you have any questions about anything, don't hesitate to call the office or even my cell."

"Um, can you not tell Jessica?" Brian frowned, studying Beca.

"I would never talk about my patients with her."

"I just meant that I want to tell Jesse first," she paused. She wasn't sure what his reaction would be, especially considering they had only been married for a little over a month (and they had only been friends for a few more than that). "Since we didn't exactly get the first trimester to, um, celebrate together, I don't know when we will decide to tell anyone."

"I get it. You guys let us all know when you're ready. I'll see you in a couple of weeks, Beca."

When Beca got home from work later that night, Jesse pulled her into a huge hug and spun her around in a circle. For a second, she was in shock, because…did he find the pregnancy test? She thought she did a good job of hiding that thing at in its box and shoving it in the back of the drawer in her end table. She opened her mouth to say something to him, but he talked right over her…or rather, yelled over her. "I HAVE THE BEST NEWS EVER!" He shouted, dropping her to her feet and pressing a huge kiss to her lips. Her eyebrows probably disappeared into her hairline, because they rose so high. "Sorry, but I'm just so fucking EXCITED! Phil, my boss, just told me that I get to be lead on a small film being produced by BioTerra! This is my shot, Becs! I couldn't wait to tell you! I want to celebrate with you, but I actually have a dinner meeting with the director and the producer, so I gotta go, but I promise we will celebrate soon, okay? Like, I'm not sure when, though. I will make time, though! I swear. Fuck, I'm so excited!" He pulled her into a hug again before releasing her and grabbing his messenger bag from where he had it lying just inside the front door. "Bye!"

"Bye!? Congrats." She said, watching him rush from the house towards his car. She bit her lip, watching him grin and wave excitedly from behind the wheel as he started the car. "I have some big news, too. I'm pregnant." She whispered, watching as he drove away.

Unfortunately, Jesse was serious when he said he wasn't sure when they would celebrate. For the next five weeks, he was leaving early and working late, even working weekends. Beca hardly ever saw him aside for five minutes in the hallway when she was headed to bed officially, and he was just coming in officially for the night. He spent pretty much all of his time at studio, composing or watching scenes from the film to get a feel for them in order to compose for them. That wasn't exactly the way that she wanted to tell him that she was pregnant. So, she was keeping this huge secret from him, and she was miserable about it. The longer she waited to tell him, the more difficult it would be, she knew. Plus, he might think that she was trying to keep it from him. That definitely wasn't the case at all. She needed him to know, because she didn't know what it meant for them. She didn't know if she could be a mom. She knew that she was going to have to take lamas classes or something, and it would have been nice to have her husband there to help her. She had no idea how to raise a baby; he had watched a shit ton of movies over the year. He had to have an idea of the dos and don'ts of parenting, right?

To make matters worse, just after her eighteenth week mark, her stomach seemed to balloon over night. Before, she could get away with wearing her "fat jeans" and sweatpants and yoga pants without showing too much, but now that she gained about nine pounds, she had a nice little bubble on her lower abdomen. She was so sure that people could tell by looking at her, but no one said anything or stared at her stomach or anything like that. Her boobs also grew some, no longer fully fitting in her B-cups, but not big enough to be in C-cups yet. She went out on Sunday, hating that she had to go to a maternity store. All of the women there were so perky and happy and so fucking annoying. Plus, everything was pink. She wasn't into pink. She finally settled for a couple of navy blue, gray, white, dark purple, and forest green shirts, a lot of comfortable black pants, a couple of pairs of pregnant-lady jeans, and a couple of maxi-dresses that were flattering and hid her belly for the time being. She got some new bras that were specific for pregnant women, because her breasts were killing her, and all of her old bras were torture. Seriously, if she could be topless all of the time, she totally would, because her nipples were beyond sensitive and painful.

Brian was right when he said that her sex drive would increase, too. She was thankful that her belly wasn't big enough at this point to keep her from using the toys that the girls had bought for her, because seriously, she wanted anything that moved at this point. She was beyond horny, and it was actually fucking annoying how much her body wanted Jesse in the couple of moments that she had seen him over the last few weeks. She felt like Stacie, who referred to her vagina as a dude, because, shit, she was horny all of the time; this baby was a total freak, because it apparently wanted its mommy to get laid hardcore by its daddy. It didn't seem to understand that Mommy and Daddy weren't exactly allowing themselves to fulfill that part of their marriage.

A few days later, Beca got a call at work. She was so ready for the weekend, and she wanted nothing more to go home, take a bath, and to relax in her bed. She was exhausted, because it was starting to get difficult to sleep at night. She couldn't seem to get comfortable. She was still pretty small, but that still didn't mean that she was comfortable. It felt weird to sleep on her belly now (she wasn't sure if it was because it was so hard that it was like sleeping on a round, smooth rock, or if it was psychological and her unconscious was fearful of hurting the baby), and she couldn't seem to get comfortable on her back. She succumbed to buying a body pillow from Kohl's, because it was as close to sleeping on her stomach as she could get and still training herself to sleep on her side. "Hello?"

"Beca, guess what!?"

"What, Jesse?" She said, stifling her yawn.

"We're done! The movie's in post-production now."

"Didn't you just start a few weeks ago?"

"Well, yeah, but they hired us after most of the filming was finished. We needed a finish product to compose for."

"Oh. So, you're done?"

"Yeah, pretty much. There might be a few times here and there that I will have to fix something that I wrote if they want o reshoot the scene or change its message or whatever, but I'm essentially done. So, I invited Phil and his wife to dinner tonight. Is that cool?" She mouthed a curse word, because her plans to take a bath and then lounge in bed were officially thrown out the window.

"Sure. I made lasagna this morning. It just needs to go into the oven. We could do broccoli or something for a vegetable. I could pick up a pie or something for dessert tonight on the way home."

"That's perfect! I will see you when you get home! We can finally celebrate! See you later, Beca!" He hung up the phone, and she did the same. She groaned, dropping her head onto her desk and reaching behind her to rub at her lower back. She couldn't wait to get home.

A few hours later, after stopping at a bakery to pick up an apple and cherry pie (and a crème-filled donut for herself, because she never wanted anything so badly in her life; she sat in her car like a freak with powder all over her face and the front of her, inhaling that donut like her life depended on it and licking the powder from her fingers like she was sucking the skin from her bones—it was disgusting to watch, she was sure), and then at the food store to pick up a half-gallon of vanilla ice cream and whip cream (and a small bag of sour cream and cheddar potato chips, a water bottle, and a bottle of mouthwash—she ate the bag of chips in the car, chugged the water bottle, and then rinsed her mouth out with the mouthwash twice, spitting it out on the ground beside her car), Beca finally made it home to the condo. She felt dirty, like one of those freaks that she occasionally watched on the strange addiction show in the middle of the night. She checked herself out in her rearview mirror. She dug in her purse for her tinted lip balm and cleaned up her smudged eyeliner to make sure she looked presentable for meeting her husband's boss and his wife. She ran her fingers through her messy curls, before finally climbing out of the car with her bag and the groceries.

She walked through the door, dropping the bag of groceries onto the table a few feet in the door. She pulled off her white jean jacket, hanging it up on the hook by the door. She glanced at the mirror there, deciding she was going to look the best that she could. She picked up the groceries. "Jesse?" She called out, walking first into the kitchen to put away the ice cream and pies.

"In the living room, Becs." She heard him call back to her. She walked towards the living room, stilling in the doorway when she saw Jesse was seated on the couch between two women. One was older, most likely the wife that he had been referring to; she had dark brown hair with wisps of gray spread throughout it; she looked like she was about fifty. The other was much younger, with black hair, pouty lips, big brown eyes, even bigger boobs that were shoved up to her chin in a pushup bra, and dental floss (excuse her, a dress). She looked like she was barely eighteen or nineteen, and she was draped all over Jesse, who appeared to be oblivious to the attention the prostitute was showering him (well, he was smiling wider than usual) as he showed them pictures in the photo album that stored all of their wedding pictures and pictures from their daytrips to San Diego, San Francisco, and the honeymoon in Quebec City.

Beca was shocked by the way her stomach churned and twisted; either she was jealous (shut up! She sowas not!) or she was feeling the baby move for the first time. She discreetly pressed her hands to her stomach, smiling to herself when she felt the slight movement beneath her belly, but then her smile disappeared as she watched the skank rest further against Jesse's arm as she leaned over to "see" a picture on the other side of the page. Fuck that slut. She dropped her arms to her sides, clearing her throat. "Hey."

"Becs," Jesse grinned, handing the book to the older woman to stand up. He walked over to her, pulling her into a hug. "You look nice today. Is that a new dress?" He asked as he brushed a kiss to her cheek. She narrowed her eyes when he pulled back, because he had to be fucking crazy if he wasn't going to kiss her in front of his boss's wife and whoever that whore was on the couch giving her a death glare and a smirk at the same time. She grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. She smiled when she felt him still, in shock from how forceful yet appropriate in front of their guests; after a moment, he returned the kiss, squeezing her hips. She broke the kiss, taking a step back, out of his grip, when she felt the baby practically do somersaults inside of her. The little jerk was obviously pleased that its mom and dad were finally touching.

Beca reached up, wiping at the smudge of reddish-pink that was smeared on Jesse's lower lip with her thumb; using her other thumb, she did the same with the skin beneath hers. He stared at her for a moment before waving his hand toward their guests who were standing a few feet away. When she turned her gaze toward the two women, she saw that the older woman was smiling sweetly at them, and the younger one was glaring at her. "Beca, this is Gladys, Phil's wife. This is their daughter, Janelle; she is a sophomore at UCLA and she came home for the weekend, so she thought that she would tag along tonight."

"It's so nice to meet you both." Beca smiled, holding her hand out to shake Gladys' hand and then Janelle's.

"It is so great to meet you, as well, Beca. You are gorgeous! I can tell why Jesse chose you. Those pictures from your wedding and honeymoon were so beautiful." Beca tried to not grimace at the woman; she was obviously being nice, but she had more going for her than her appearance, thank you. Plus, she was kind of shocked that the older woman thought she was attractive, considering she had about five piercings lining both ears and the three tattoos that were visible on her person (she had another four not visible). She had to be just saying that, right? "Phil is in the little boy's room, but he should be back in a moment. I know he is looking forward to meeting you."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to meeting the man that stole my husband for the last month or so." She joked as she wrapped an arm around Jesse's back, smiling up at him. She could feel Janelle's death glare on her.

"So, Jesse tells us that you work in music, as well?" Janelle said, tossing her hair. "What is that you do?"

"I'm a music producer." Beca said to the younger girl. The girl's jaw ticked, but she smiled at her.

"Oh? That sounds like it would be fun. You must be so proud of Jesse for composing such beautiful music."

"I am. Jesse's really talented. Although, I haven't seen much of him over the last few weeks, so I haven't had the chance to really hear his latest stuff."

"Oh, you really must! It's fantastic." The girl smiled flirtatiously at Jesse, who was trying his hardest not to preen from all the ego-fanning that she was throwing his way. Beca wanted to throw up, because this girl was about as transparent as it came. The little skank was practically blowing him in front of Beca and her mother. Beca balled her hand in the back of Jesse's shirt.

"You've heard it?"

"I play the piano, and Daddy asked me to come in and play one of the pieces Jesse wrote for the film." She said, obviously pleased with herself.

"That's great."

"Beca plays the piano and the guitar." Jesse said, resting his hand on the back of her neck. Beca immediately relaxed, and she hated herself for it.

"I haven't played the piano in years, but I still dabble in the guitar occasionally." She said, glaring at him slightly. A man Gladys' age walked into the room, smiling.

"This must be the lovely Beca! I'm so excited to meet Jesse's better half." He came forward, pressing a kiss to Beca's cheek. She smiled warmly at him.

"It's nice to meet Jesse's work wife. Is there any chance you want to keep him?" She joked, making the man laugh loudly.

"I'm sorry to tell you that he's not my type, unfortunately. You will have to pass him off to someone else." Beca giggled, resting into Jesse's side, trying her best to ignore the tingles spreading up and down her spine as his fingers stroked up and down the back of her neck. Fuck, she kept thinking the most inappropriate thoughts about those fingers, and images of the incident that resulted in the baby in her belly jumped into her mind—images of exactly what those fingers could do to her body. Shit! She so needed to get laid.

"Oh, stop. You've missed me." Jesse muttered into her ear, pressing a kiss to her temple. Her heart was pounding, and the baby was rolling in her stomach like it was destined to be in the circus. She didn't realize that it would move that much, but maybe because it seemed to know who its father was, because it never acted like this before. She hated calling it an it in her head; she couldn't wait until she found out what it was.

"I guess." She said, rolling her eyes.

The dinner went well. She tried to control her desires to eat half of the lasagna herself, to take a knife to Janelle who was flirting mercilessly with the oblivious Jesse, or to throw Jesse down on the table and ravish him in front of the McCarthy family. She cleaned up the dishes and started on the coffee. She shooed Jesse, Gladys, Janelle, and Phil from the kitchen with the pies and ice cream. When the coffee was finished, she set up a tray and carried it to the living room. Everyone sipped their coffees and ate their desserts, and Phil and Jesse described the music. Jesse even grabbed his phone, playing some of the recorded music. He sat beside Beca, an arm wrapped around her shoulders, with Janelle pressed against his other side, but all of his focus was on Beca. His fingers absentmindedly stroked along her arm, and he periodically leaned over to press a kiss to her head. Beca still hated Janelle though. She seriously was about to kill that slut, because even if Jesse was doing a pretty good job of ignoring the younger girl and playing the dutiful, in love husband, the girl didn't seem to realize it. She continued to throw herself at Jesse and send death stares at Beca.

Finally, the evening was over, and Beca was practically dead on her feet. She was so relieved that the McCarthy family was leaving, and she could finally get to bed. She discreetly yawned behind her hand. She and Jesse walked the three of them to the door. Janelle threw her arms around Jesse's neck, pressing her body firmly against him. "Thank you so much for having me for dinner. If you're ever in the neighborhood of UCLA, don't hesitate to come find me, Jesse. I would love to show you around campus." She purred, releasing him a lot later than was socially appropriate. Beca glared at the girl, gripping Jesse's hand tightly in hers. "It was nice meeting you, Beca." Janelle said, extending her hand. Beca released Jesse's hand to shake it before latching on to his hand once again.

"Yes, very nice to meet you. Good luck with school, Janelle."

"Thanks." Jesse said his goodbyes to everyone, and Phil hugged Beca goodbye. Gladys was the last to say goodbye. She hugged and smiled at Beca warmly.

"It was really great meeting you, Beca." She said, stepping back. "Oh, I almost forgot! Don't forget to tell me where you're registered!" Beca literally forgot to breathe. "How far along are you?"

"Oh, that's right! I meant to say congrats." Phil said, slapping Jesse on the arm and grinning at him.

"You're so lucky, sweetie. It looks like your all belly; you are carrying low and narrow. I was huge when I was pregnant with Janelle—all hips and stomach and cheeks. I blew up like a balloon!" Beca seriously wondered if her heart had stopped, and she was dead. The baby must have known it was being talked about, because it started doing back flips like a circus act.

"What?" Jesse said, looking at them all in confusion. "Beca's not pregnant." His brow furrowed. Beca's eyes slid shut, and she had to force herself to remain calm and take a breath.

"Oh, dear. I've really stepped in it, haven't I?" Gladys said, biting her lip.

"Mom! I'm sure that Beca's self-conscious about the weight she has gained since the wedding, but that hardly means she is pregnant!" Janelle said, waving it off. "A lot of women gain weight after they get married, thinking that they now hooked their husband, so he isn't going to leave them for someone thinner. I don't know why they would do that, though. If I was married to Jesse, I'm sure that we would be busy all the time working off calories." She winked, making Beca tighten her hands into fists; that bitch had a punch coming.

"Beca?" Jesse said, bringing her out of her thoughts about being the shit out of Janelle. Gladys pinched her daughter, who muttered, "ouch!"

"Um, February." Beca said finally. "I'm due in mid-February." She took a deep breath, turning to Jesse. "I found out the day you told me about the movie. You were so busy and excited about the movie; I didn't want to distract you." She said. He stared at her in shock.

"Okay! It appears we let the cat out of the bag, Gladys. Why don't we head out, and let the happy couple celebrate!" Phil quickly escorted his wife and daughter from the house. Beca smiled, following them to the doorway. She waved goodbye and shut the door behind her.

She felt Jesse's eyes on her back. She turned around slowly, pressing her hands to her stomach. "What the fuck?!" He shouted, making her jump. She closed her eyes, licking her bottom lip. "Seriously, Beca? What. The. Fuck?"

"I'm sorry. I was already thirteen weeks when I found out. I came home that day, fully expecting to tell you, and then you grabbed me and hugged me and told me about the movie before running out the door. You were so busy and excited about the movie and finally getting the chance, and I didn't know how to tell you. This isn't exactly something you announce in a note on the kitchen table. 'Jesse, there's pasta in the fridge. By the way, I'm pregnant! Have a good night!'" She yawned. "Can we go sit down and talk about this? I'm so freaking tired. I've been trying to keep it a secret all night, but I'm about to fall asleep on my feet." She said, yawning again. She walked past him, dropping onto the couch, stretching out. She lazily ran her hands over her stomach.

"I don't know how you can be so cool about this, Beca!" He shouted following her. She groaned, rubbing her stomach in circles. Lying down seemed to highlight her bump. She glanced up at him, and she saw that he was staring at her rounded stomach. "What the hell are we supposed to tell our friends?!"

"Um, I fully expected that you would want to host another party, where you would break out into song, serenading me with a little Paul Anka. Then, when you get to the part about the seed that is growing inside of me, I would punch you in the stomach or kick you in the nuts, using the excuse of my pregnancy hormones." She smiled sweetly at him, but he continued to glare at her.

"Very funny! If only we could all be as clever and funny as you during situations like this, Beca! God!" He yelled, his head falling back. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, and his face was bright red. She didn't understand his reaction to the pregnancy. He was so angry. "I can't believe you would do this. I can't believe you would do this to me."

"Wait! What?" She said, sitting up to stare him. What the hell? She had no idea what he was talking about. Correct her if she's wrong, but it took two people to make a baby. Or, she was the next person to experience the Immaculate Conception or something?

"How could you be so stupid?! You realize that I'm stuck raising some other guy's kid now, right? This is so fucked up! I can't believe that you would do this to me!"

For the second time that night, Beca felt like she couldn't breathe. Did he seriously think that someone else got her pregnant? Did he really think that she would force him to pretend to the baby's father if he wasn't? Did he really think that she was that kind of person? She stared at him. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not kidding. You're pregnant with another guy's baby, and now all of our friends are going to think it's mine. You realize that I'm going to be stuck supporting someone else's kid for the rest of its life now." She stood up and shook her head, cursing the stupid pregnancy hormones that made her eyes tear up almost instantly. Did he honestly think she was that kind of person? She angrily wiped at her cheeks, storming past him. "I guess we know the cause of the divorce, huh?"

"Fuck you, Jesse." She muttered. She stormed up the steps; she refused to be around him. She never expected him to act like this. Sure, she didn't exactly expect him to jump for joy when he found out about the baby, but she never expected this to happen. He had no idea that the baby was his. It was almost as if he couldn't fathom that it was possible that the baby could be his. At the top of the steps, she heard the front door open and slam shut, and she jumped. He was gone. He left. She wiped her cheeks. She hated feeling like this. She hated feeling vulnerable and alone and broken. She hated that he brought this out of her.

Beca made her way down the hallway and into her bedroom. She pulled off her dress, digging through her drawers for some pajamas to wear to bed. After changing, she marched into the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and washed her face. She then brushed her hair roughly. Next, she slathered her belly with the stretch mark cream that Brian had recommended to her. She didn't officially need it yet, but she figured that she would rather be safe than sorry. She then peed, because nothing was worse than when she had to pee ridiculously bad in the middle of the night. Even though she wasn't that big yet, it was starting to get difficult for her to jump out of bed quickly. Plus, she was getting dizzy when she stood up too quickly lately, so she tried to reduce that as much as possible. After washing her hands, she returned to her room. She turned on the bedside lamp and then walked over to her door to turn out the overhead light. She climbed into the bed, tossing and turning in order to find a comfortable position. Finally, she got settled, so she turned out the light. She spent most of the night crying, trying to fall asleep. She hated him in that moment, because he ruined this for her. She was starting to feel excited about being a mother (shut up! Buying maternity clothes was annoying, but kind of cool at the same time…there was a baby inside of her, which is why she had gotten so fat and needed new clothes), and he had to go ruin all of this for her.

Author's Note: Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry, guys! Don't hate me (or Jesse) too much, please! I have a plan! I swear there is a plan! The next part will begin with Jesse's point of view. I haven't had it in awhile, but I wanted to wait until this point to have his point of view again. Again, I'm sooo sorry! Please don't be too mean with me when you let me know what you think of the chapter.

The upside is that you get a hint of Jealous Beca with the way that Janelle was throwing herself at Jesse...in front of her parents and his wife. Imagine me pulling a Fat Amy: *cough, slut, cough* More Jealous Beca will come out, more angry-Jesse, more drama, and maybe a little bit of smut await you in the next chapter. (But who shall be doing the dirty deeds? You will have to wait to see...) REVIEW! (I'm scared...)