My Fake Husband
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 19
Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.
Author's Note: Hey, guys! This chapter jumps through time from Jesse's birthday (when Beca is about 25 weeks pregnant) to Saturday, January 25th (when she's nearly 37 weeks pregnant and full-term). I'm such a dummy. Since I'm jumping past Beca's b-day (which is the 19th of January in this story and she's now 27), I realized that I did the math wrong in chapter 17 when I said that Jesse was turning 29, when in reality, he's only turning 28. Sorry about that. I corrected chapter 17.
Beca splashed some water on her face, washing away her messy eye makeup. She ran her wet hands through her hair, trying to detangle it. She grabbed the hand towel that hung beside the sink, drying her face and hands. She hung the towel back up and decided that she better get back before Jesse came looking for her. She needed to feel some semblance of control, even if the little bit of control she did get was deciding when and how she saw him again-in the few minutes it would take for her to walk from the half-bath near the kitchen to the living room. She left the bathroom, pausing just outside of it when she heard the fain sound of the piano coming from the living room. She smiled to herself, walking slowly towards the sound. She paused in the doorway, watching him. His head was bent over the keys, and he was playing something she'd never heard before. After a few minutes, she walked over to stand behind him. She laid a hand on his shoulder, making him jump and mess up what he was playing.
"Shit!" He said, laying a hand to his chest. "You scared me, Becs."
"What were you playing?" She asked him as he turned around to face her. He brushed a hand over her stomach, while he interlaced the fingers of his other hand with one of hers. She bit her lip as she tried to keep her composure. It was kind of difficult to stay focused in the moment considering he was sitting at the piano she had just bought him in his boxers after they just had really intense (albeit slow) sex. He was looking entirely too good nearly naked, and she kind of hated him for it. He dropped his hand from her swollen stomach to wrap his arm around her waist and help her sit down on the piano bench beside him. He then pressed a kiss against her shoulder before answering her.
"It's just something that I've been working on lately." He told her, resting his forehead against her shoulder. Her hand immediately rose to the back of his head, her fingers tangling into his hair. It was out of habit, but she felt him smile against her, shifting his head so that he could kiss her neck. They were within touching distance to each other, so it seemed like they had to touch each other; they were drawn to each other. "I'm writing it for you." He whispered against the crease of her neck. She felt tears fill her eyes, and she shifted, straddling the piano bench. He pulled away long enough to do the same, pulling her legs up to rest over the tops of his thighs. He pulled her into a tight her hug, leaning his forehead against hers. "What's wrong?" He raised a hand to rest against her cheek, brushing his thumb beneath her to catch the couple of stray tears that fell. "Don't cry."
"I'm fine. I swear. I'm just hormonal, that's all." She whispered, smiling at him. She truly loved this man; he was entirely too good for her. They stared into each other's eyes, their foreheads pressed together; it was insanely intimate, just like the look they shared while they were having sex. When he asked her to look at him, it was as if they were staring into each other's souls. It's why she had kissed him, because, at the time, it was far too intimate, far too real, far too emotional for her. She kissed him to get away from those thoughts and feelings. Now, she knew it was because she loved him, and it was too hard for her to feel that in the moment, so she denied herself the chance to feel it. "What you were playing was so beautiful, and then to hear you say that you wrote it for me..." She pulled away from him to wipe at her eyes, her bottom lip quivering. "Uggh! Sometimes being pregnant really sucks," she muttered, pouting. He smiled at her, chuckling softly to himself. He pulled her even closer, and she couldn't help but think dirty thoughts when only two thin pieces of fabric were separating their bottom halves from each other.
"Remember we decided that I was going to knock you up continuously for the rest of our lives so that you never have to deal with having your period again and because the increased sex drive made sex fantastic? I already told you, the second you get the okay from Brian to get pregnant again, I'm ready to put another baby inside you." Beca's eyes widened, because that better be a fucking joke. "Holy shit, the look on your face is hilarious." She punched him as hard as she could, and he grunted, gripping his upper arm. "Shit, Becs! That hurt!" He groaned, pouting at her. She just raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'll pass, thanks. I've got one of each comin'. I think I'm good." She said, patting her stomach. "Don't need any more babies."
"Aww, c'mon, Becs! It would be so much fun to make more babies. We have to give the twins a younger brother and sister. We don't want them to gang up on each other, but they need a friend who 'gets it,' you know? That's why we need two of each!" Her jaw dropped open. He's not serious. He doesn't seriously expect her to get pregnant until she gives the twins another sibling of the same sex.
"Then, they get a real friend who 'gets it.'" She shook her head at him. "No more babies. I'm probably going to want to tear your junk off once I go into labor, so you better stop while you're ahead, or else I might remember this conversation and actually do it." He rolled his eyes at her and pulled her closer. "I'm not your personal baby-maker, mister." She muttered as he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her lightly repeatedly. She groaned when he chuckled as he kissed her, and she could feel his smile. He was such a jerk.
"I like that idea," he muttered against her lips. "Instead of my own easy bake oven, you'll be my personal baby oven." She pulled her head away from him, pouting. He was grinning like an idiot, and she pouted, crinkling her nose.
"No, I'm done once these babies are born. My uterus is no longer going to be a baby hotel. Stop grinning like that. Stop!" She smacked his shoulder. "Seriously, you're so mean to me."
"I'm not mean," he whispered. "I just...I always wanted a big family, so I want lots of babies."
"Yeah, well, you'll need to find another baby oven, cause this one is closing for business after these two are done cooking." He frowned, looking away from her, and she took the moment to compose herself, because the idea of him leaving her, finding someone else to have a family with just about took her breath away.
"C'mon. We gotta clean up in here and the kitchen, and we gotta tell everyone about Abby. I'm guessing that Aubrey's chomping at the bit to rub it in everybody's face that she knew first."
"Nah, she said she's not gonna tell anyone about Abby until we're ready, but she requested that we don't tell anyone about Abby right away, because she doesn't want the idea of us having twins to steal her thunder. She sent out the mass text to all of our friends about being pregnant, so everyone's freaking out and flooding her with happy messages. I don't want to step in and distract everyone from her good news by announcing that we're having twins. Besides, today's your birthday and we just found out something huge, and I just want to enjoy it. Just us. We didn't get that chance when I first found out I was pregnant. I wished that you were there with me, but I was scared." She looked down at her hands, staring at the ring that he put so much thought into for her.
"I wish I could have been there, too." He said quietly, laying his hand onto her stomach. "I wish I could've held your hand as we listened to the sound of our babies' heartbeats for the first time. As great as it would have been to have known from the moment you did, because it would have meant that I could have been excited for longer, it's more that I wish I could have been there for you when you were probably freaking out over being pregnant. You didn't have anyone to talk to, and you couldn't exactly show your fear or concerns over all of this to Brian. So, you were alone to deal with this for five weeks. I also wish it, because then I wouldn't have freaked out like an insane person when I got blindsided by my boss and his wife."
"Jesse," Beca wrapped her arms around Jesse's neck and slid as close to him as she could, giving him the biggest hug that she could. This was the kind of thing that made her love him, she realized; he knew her so well. He knew that she felt scared and alone and needed someone during those weeks. Then, to have him get so upset about it when he found out. That had made her feel even more alone than before. "You're amazing, you know that?" She whispered into his ear as he held him tightly in her arms. He squeezed her hips in acknowledgment that he heard her. "You're too good for me."
"Ha! I think the entire world knows that." He joked, making her bite his earlobe as a punishment. Instead, it only made him moan and start planting more kisses on the crease of her neck.
"Oh," she moaned tilting her neck more to give him access. She could feel herself starting to buzz with renewed energy, despite having just had some pretty fantastic orgasms only a little while before.
"You taste so good, Becs." He said, sucking on her skin. She jerked, and they both groaned when their groins rubbed against each other.
"Jesse, you've got to stop doing that. We're near the windows. Our neighbors will be able to see us."
"Well, if they didn't see us before, then they won't see us now." He said, grinning when he pulled away from her.
"Oh, god! They're going to think we're such huge sex freaks."
"Nope. They're probably thinking, 'damn, I wish I had their sex life' or 'that pregnant chick totally looks hot naked.'" She smacked his upper arm when he started chuckling.
"Asshole." She muttered, pulling out of his arms. She slid back slightly on the piano bench so that she could move her legs off of him and onto the floor. She carefully stood up, with his help, and she started to make her way to the kitchen to clean up their lunch mess. She left him the job of cleaning up the living room, since it was mainly his clothing anyways.
A few minutes later, Jesse met up with Beca, helping her clean up the last of the mess in the kitchen. She demanded that he play all of the music he knew by heart on the piano, so they migrated back to the living room, where she stood off to the side and watched him play. Suffice to say, his playing the piano was a major turn on for her, and he only made it through one song before she decided they needed to have sex again (this time was definitely not slow, but just as amazing) before they made their way up the stairs to take a relaxing bubble bath and to climb into the bed to watch movies (most of which Beca slept through).
"Uggh! I want these babies out of me." Beca muttered as Jesse helped her out of the car. They were making their way inside of Tasmania for a party that combined her birthday, which had been the Friday before, Bumper and Amy officially hitting that joyous two-year mark and their marriage status officially adjusted by INS, and the arrival of the twins, who were scheduled to be induced (and/or delivered via c-section) on Wednesday, January twenty-ninth, which would be full-term and would give them some time to go from a breech position to a head down position so that she could give birth vaginally rather than having to go through surgery. Suffice to say, Beca's birthday sucked, because, well, she was nearly thirty-six weeks pregnant and couldn't exactly party hard. She was huge and uncomfortable and hardly slept and constantly had to pee and miserable. Once she hit her third trimester, she wanted nothing to do with Jesse sexually (as in he tried to fool around with her one night, and she was so uncomfortable that she punched him in the stomach and said that is what it felt like when he tried to stick his dick inside of her). The last few weeks had been truly awful for her, and she honestly was sick of being pregnant. She was sure that if she were just having one baby, she would be counting down the days until the birth for a very different reason: excitement over the arrival of that little bundle of joy. Now, she just wanted the babies to be fucking born so that she wasn't so fucking huge and uncomfortable and miserable. She was just happy that she didn't have to go on bed rest, considering how tiny she was in relation to the gargantuan lump protruding from her middle.
"Beca, the babies will be here on Wednesday. You'll get through the next few days beautifully, I promise." She glared at him, thinking of the various ways that she could kill him with the nail file that Stacie always kept on her person-all of which were very painful and lengthy. "Just try to relax and have fun tonight. There will be presents for you. There'll be presents for the babies. Plus, we all put in money for a nice three-week long vacation for Bumper and Amy to go back to Australia so that she can show him all the dingoes and crocodiles and toothless barbarians or whatever she talks about all of the time." He rolled his eyes at her.
"You'll have fun. You'll be able to relax. You don't have two fat babies sitting on your bladder. You don't have to possibly be cut open in order to take out one or two of the babies from your middle. You don't feel uncomfortable when sitting down for longer than fifteen minutes but can't stand for longer than five. You can drink as much alcohol as you want. I'm miserable and tired, and I just want these babies out of me right now."
"Becs, it's gonna be okay. I already told you, I'm not drinking tonight, because you can't, and because you're too big to drive, and I don't want to drive with alcohol in my system. Plus, Aubrey's not drinking, since she's nearing her twelfth week. I suspect she won't let Rich drink, either." He chewed on his bottom lip. "Then, didn't you say that Ashley and her husband recently started trying to get pregnant, too? After our announcement, Donald and his wife decided to go without birth control. I don't know if they are going to drink or not...either way, there are at least four people won't be drinking." She yawned, rubbing her stomach.
"I think I just want to go to sleep." She muttered as he guided her to the building that was closed for the night for the party. "Did you know that Stacie's brining her boyfriend tonight?" She asked as they slowly made their way towards the entrance to the restaurant that had been closed down for the night for the private party.
"Her boyfriend? Really? I thought he wouldn't let her sleep with one guy or whatever." He joked, referring to how Stacie called her vagina a dude.
Beca shrugged. "She said she really likes this guy. They've been dating for three and a half weeks now, and she thinks she's in love. She hasn't even slept with him yet."
"Holy shit!" Jesse said, staring at her in surprise. "That is love. Stacie doesn't go without sex even when she's on her period."
"God, it's so weird that you know my friend's intimate details and refer to their menstrual cycles without even batting an eye." She muttered to herself, earning a chuckle from him in response.
"Yeah, well, once you got pregnant, and I looked up those miracle of life videos online, I think any squeamishness that I had went out the window." She rolled her eyes at him, because that was nothing, in her opinion. She was the one who was going to do the actual birthing. Thank goodness the four people who lived in the L.A. area (Stacie, Amy, Chloe, and Jessica) were all cool with helping her shave her legs and bikini-line, because she stopped being able to do that on her own at about six and a half months-the down-there situation would've looked like she was a werewolf from the waist down if it hadn't been for their help. "What do we know about this boyfriend? Do the guys and I need to put the fear of God into him or something?" She rolled her eyes again.
"You're such an idiot." She muttered to herself. "Stacie would kill you all if you fucked with her relationship. She doesn't have them often, so if you were to screw things up for her before she even fucked him, she would dismember all of you. She didn't tell us anything about this guy other than he's gorgeous and she loves him so much that they haven't even had sex."
"Between you threatening to cut off my junk during labor and the treat of Stacie cutting off my junk if I were to screw up her relationship, I feel emasculated." He said as he held the door open for her.
Beca flipped Jesse off as she hobbled through the door and was met with excited cheers and a number of her girlfriends' or the partners of Jesse's friends swarming her to lay their hands on her belly. She groaned as Chloe practically began undressing her to say hello to her niece and nephew. "Guys, you're gonna knock her over." Jesse chuckled, wrapping a steadying arm around Beca's waist.
"Yeah, stop fucking touching me." She muttered, pressing a hand to her aching back. She couldn't stand for that much longer. She really needed to sit down. "I need to sit down." She glanced around her friends, grinning when she laid her eyes on Aubrey. "Plus, I need to see Aubrey's bump."
"There's hardly anything there." Aubrey said as she linked her arm through the arm that wasn't being blocked by Jesse. The three of them slowly made their way to the free end of the massively long table (that was all of the loose tables in the dining area pushed together) that was facing the door they just entered. Once Beca was seated at the end of the table, with Jesse to her right and Aubrey to her left, she eagerly turned toward her taller, older blonde friend. "Oh, alright." Aubrey sighed, pulling her shirt up and exposing the very small swell on her abdomen.
"Yay! Baby!" Beca cooed, laying her hand onto Aubrey's stomach without asking. (Fuck asking-no one asked her if they could touch her stomach!) She smiled at the hard yet soft feel of a growing baby bump. "Hi, little one. You're gonna fall in love with my son or daughter." She said, stroking Aubrey's stomach. Aubrey grinned, running her hand over Beca's massive stomach, making Jesse roll his eyes and mutter something about how crazy the two of them were.
The party progressed and more and more of their massive group of friends began arriving. Beca spent most of the time in her chair at the end of table, with different people taking up the surrounding chairs before they went off to visit someone else. She was getting more and more tired and uncomfortable as time went on, because the chairs weren't exactly the most comfortable chairs for a pregnant woman to sit in as long as she had. They ate cake and toasted to Beca's birthday, the upcoming birth of the twins, and, finally, Bumper and Amy's marriage status. Chloe was kneeling on the floor beside Beca's chair, her head resting on the bump (for someone who didn't want kids at the moment, Chloe sure liked Beca's pregnant belly) when Benji said something that made Beca almost choke on her slice of vanilla cake with chocolate icing.
"Yo, Jess, I bet you and Beca are looking forward to putting all of your INS bullshit behind you, huh?" He said, slapping Jesse on the back as he sat down in the recently vacated chair beside his best friend and former roommate. Chloe's head flew up, her eyes wide with surprise, and her gaze darted between Beca and Jesse. Beca felt like her redheaded friend's blue eyes were piercing through her soul, able to tell that the marriage between Beca and Jesse was a sham. Chloe narrowed her eyes at them. Beca glanced at Jesse out of the corner of her eye, looking as calm as she possibly could, and she saw that he was chugging his glass of water. Finally, he put it back down on the table and smiled tensely at Benji.
"Um, yeah, we're definitely looking forward to that. That INS interview was totally annoying. Remember, Becs, how we didn't get in to see my immigration lawyer for a few weeks after we got married and started that whole process?" Everything he said was completely true, but the way he said it made it seem like it was an afterthought to go to INS after they got married.
"Yup, I remember. That was right around the time that I found out I was pregnant. That was definitely a hectic week for us, because I was sick all the weekend before." Chloe's eyes gradually opened to a normal size, and eventually her confused look turned into a smile as she dropped her head back down to rest on Beca's bump as she cooed at and stroked it. Beca let out a light breath. Crisis averted, it seemed.
"I'm...uh...gonna run to the bathroom. I'll be back." Jesse pressed a kiss to the top of Beca's head before he wondered off. Aubrey dropped into the seat a few moments later, rolling her eyes at her phone.
"I can't believe Stacie's not here yet. I keep texting her." She muttered, dropping the phone onto the table. Benji smiled at them before he stood up and wondered away. His place was soon filled by Amy. "Ames, you know where Stacie is?"
"Oh, she texted me to say that she and lover boy finally got it on tonight, so she might be late. She's super excited to introduce him to everyone, so she promised that she would show." Amy said as she began eating the remnants of Jesse's half-eaten piece of cake. Beca smiled to herself, because he would not be pleased on his return to find his cake eaten.
"Does anyone know anything about this guy?" Jessica asked from where she was seated in the second chair down from Beca on her left side (the one directly next to Beca on her left side was empty, because Chloe was currently fused to Beca's bump).
"All I know is his name's Cole something." Chloe said. Beca glanced at Amy, and the two of them shared a look. It had to be a coincidence that the guy's name was Cole, right?
"Oh, she just texted me. They just parked." Aubrey said, smiling. Beca grabbed her phone, pulling it out to text Jesse. Her SOS text just went through when she glanced up and saw her gorgeous, voluptuous friend walk through the door, holding hands with a handsome blonde man. Fuck. Beca's eyes widened, and she looked over at Amy.
"Amy," Beca said through gritted teeth. Amy cocked an eyebrow at her, then suddenly her face went pale, and she started muttering her ums and uhs to herself, struggling to find words to say in response to the fucked up situation that was running full-steam ahead at Beca. Aubrey, Jessica, and Chloe looked at the Australian woman in confusion.
"Stace, over here!" Aubrey shouted, waving her hand towards their end of the table. Beca ducked her head, letting the veil of messy brown hair fall into her face as she frantically texted Jesse to get his ass out of the bathroom and back to the table now. She didn't know how to deal with this situation, and she couldn't exactly get up and run away from it, because she was massively pregnant. Fuck.
"Guys!" Stacie said, excitedly, yanking her blonde boyfriend towards their group. "Aubrey, I can't wait to see you little bump. Chloe, are you making out with Beca's bump again?" She said, dropping Cole's hand and rushing towards her friends. She hugged Chloe, Amy (whose mouth was opening and closing like a fish, but her uhs and ums had stopped), and Jessica first. Then, she turned to Aubrey, hugging her and rubbing the slight bulge on the blonde's middle. She then turned to Beca, who was still trying to melt into her chair. "Oh, wow, Becs! You look so amazing. How're my niece and nephew doing?" She dropped to her kneed on the floor in the same way that Chloe had been doing before, running her hands over Beca's swollen center. "Hi, Alex. Hi, Abby. I'm your Aunt Stacie." She said softly to Beca's stomach. She pressed a kiss to the bump before standing up. "Guys, this is my boyfriend, Cole. Cole, these are some of my best girlfriends. This is Aubrey, Jessica, Amy, Chloe, and Beca." She said, waving her hand to each girl as she presented them.
"Beca?" Cole's eyes widened when Beca finally lifted her head and let her face become clear to the man she had made out with several times (all the while being pregnant. God, that made her feel slutty). Her eyes fell shut before she opened them, opening her mouth to say something, anything.
"You two know each other or something?" Stacie said, glancing between Beca and Cole in confusion.
"Hi, Cole. I'm Jesse, Beca's husband." Jesse's calming voice came from behind her, and he laid a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly. It was enough of a squeeze that it came out as more tense and upset than reassuring, and Beca knew that he was freaking out, too. He extended his right hand over Beca's head, still squeezing her shoulder.
Cole's gaze transferred from Jesse's hand to Beca's face to her stomach. She could tell that he was thinking back to her speech about how things between her and Jesse weren't real, that it was all just so he could stay in the country. To an outsider-one who didn't know that their relationship wasn't real, like she, Jesse, Bumper, and Amy did (no matter how much Beca now wished for it to be real)-the obvious swell of her stomach meant that that was all bullshit. Cole swallowed before he reached out to shake Jesse's hand. "It's nice to meet you. All of you." He said, glancing to the rest of the girls that were surrounding them. "Um, great running into you again, Beca. I, uh, guess congratulations are in order." He said, waving to her stomach. She could see the obvious discomfort in him, because he was shifting from one foot to the other. Stacie was glancing between Beca and Cole.
"Did you guys used to date or something?" She asked, crossing her arms as she stared at Cole. His face became pale, and Beca winced when Jesse's hand on her shoulder tightened even further. She shook her shoulder, and he immediately loosened his hand, rubbing it gently where he squeezed it in apology.
"Uh..." Cole stuttered, and Beca finally found her words.
"We went out a few times, but things between Jesse and I started getting serious, so Cole and I broke things off." It was the truth, sort of. They got married right before things ended between her and Cole. She only hoped that Cole would keep their secret. He glanced over at her, his green eyes narrowing and his jaw tightening.
"Yeah, I was really into Beca, so it really sucked when I found out that she was with someone else." She reached up with her left hand to interlace her fingers with his. The light hit her engagement ring, and she saw Cole's eyes immediately travel to it. He drug his eyes back to meet hers, and he shook his head lightly. "Listen, it's always awkward to run into a sort of ex. Can we get a drink, babe?" He said to Stacie, who ran a hand through her hair awkwardly. She didn't know what to make of Beca and Cole dating, obviously, and she nodded her head. The two of them wondered off. Chloe, Aubrey, and Jessica turned to stare at Beca.
"You dated him while you were with Jesse?" Chloe said, her arms crossed. She looked pissed for Jesse's sake, and Beca took a deep breath, ready to argue with her best friend.
"Look, Chloe, I knew all about them." Jesse said, coming to Beca's defense. "Beca and I weren't exactly exclusive for most of our relationship before we got married. I couldn't really expect her not to see other people when I was still living on the east coast. Once I moved here and things between us got more serious, she and Cole stopped dating." Again, it was all true, but the way he said it implied that she and Cole dated back in the August or September before Jesse officially moved to L.A. in December of 2012, not in the days following the drunken, unprotected sex that they had after their engagement that resulted in their unborn children. Amy kept her knowledge to herself, not giving anything away with her usual series of ums and uhs. The other girls seemed satisfied with his response, and they wondered off to find their husbands. Amy gave her a relieved thumbs-up before she went to find Bumper.
"Fuck! That was close!" Beca muttered as she shrunk into her chair. She grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Stacie, telling her that she and Cole had only gone out on a couple of dates and had never slept together, and that it was definitely not serious for Beca, hoping that would relieve Stacie's discomfort over the situation. She hoped like hell that Cole realized after things were over between them that he wasn't serious about Beca either, but she couldn't be sure so she left that out of the text. She then texted Cole to say that she was sorry if she upset him about the things she said about the time that they dated each other. She also said that at the time that she was dating Cole, things with her and Jesse were still a farce (and that no one knew that) and that she and Jesse had slept together after getting really drunk. She finished off the text that things between them changed once they found out about the twins. All of it was true, again, but she hoped that the ending implied that they were in love and were planning on staying together. She sent a second text to him, begging him not to tell Stacie the truth about her and Jesse. His response was instantaneous: fuck you and you better tell her and soon, because I won't lie to my girlfriend about some chick that I 'went out with a few times.' "Fuck," she muttered, handing her phone to Jesse.
"Yeah, this isn't good." Jesse muttered, handing the phone back.
"What are we going to do? We can't exactly tell them in the middle of this party that everything between us was bullshit and that the only reason why we're pregnant was because we got drunk, and you didn't wrap it up whereas I didn't put my diaphragm in." She said quietly, running a hand over her face. "I feel like shit." She muttered, sitting forward to rub at her back. Her entire body felt like it was tense and uncomfortable and sore. She needed to move. "Can you help me stand up? I think I've been sitting for too long."
"Are you okay, Beca?" He said, jumping up to help her stand.
"Yeah, I am. It's just my back is hurting, and I'm tired and uncomfortable, and I have to pee." She said, and he helped her making her way in the direction of the bathroom. He waited outside the door while she inched her way in, feeling a ton of pressure on her lower half. She made it a couple of steps when she felt an intense pain slam through her pelvis, and she bent over, gripping her stomach and crying out. She stumbled slightly to the side, grabbing hold of the counter with one hand.
Jesse was through the door and at her side within a moment. "Beca? What's wrong?" Beca whimpered at the intense pain that she was feeling. She couldn't even talk, just clutch at her stomach and the counter. Gradually, the pain reduced, and she realized that she was sweating.
"It's getting better." She whispered, raising a shaking hand to rub at her sweaty forehead. Suddenly, it felt like a cork was popped inside of her, and she felt wetness leak through her underwear and down the inside of her thighs under her maxi dress. "Um, Jess...either I just pissed myself, or my water broke." She said as calmly as she could (she wouldn't be surprised if she did piss herself, because she was far enough along that she always had to pee and had taken to wearing a lightweight pad in her underwear in the last few weeks, because she would pee a little every time she laughed or sneezed or coughed or breathed). The two of them glanced down at the floor beneath her maxi dress, and they noticed that there was small, slightly pink puddle on the floor.
"Holy shit! The babies are coming!" He pulled her into a hug, and she grimaced, because she wanted to get out of her damp underwear/pad/dress. She doubled over again, crying out at the pain in her stomach. He held her in her arms until the contraction passed. Tears were running down her face at the pain. "Becs, that was only a couple of minutes from the last one. When did you start noticing the contractions? Why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't know I was in labor, Jesse. I just knew that my back was hurting more than usual tonight. I thought it was because I was sitting in that chair in the same position without a pillow or a leg rest, and I was uncomfortable." He swallowed, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her away from the puddle on the floor carefully.
"Be careful," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple. "Let's get Brian and get you to the hospital, okay?" He helped her through the door of the bathroom and towards the dining area where all of their friends were. "Brian!" He yelled across the room towards the man. Brian barely had enough time to glance in their direction before Beca was bent over, clutching her stomach with one arm and resting into Jesse's side, with the other wrapped around his waist, crying out in pain. This contraction hit her barely five minutes after the last. "Yeah, so Beca's water broke..." He called out as he tightened his hold on her.
Brian rushed across the room, bending over in front of Beca. "Hey, Beca, how're you doing? How far apart are the contractions?"
"Um, like five minutes, I think." Jesse said as Beca took a couple of deep breaths once the tension in her stomach started to dissipate.
"My water broke after the first contraction I felt." She said after a few moments, carefully standing up fully once again. Brian followed her, laying his hands on her stomach. "This was the third. Is that okay? Is it bad that I didn't feel them?" She whispered.
"You're doing fine, Beca. A number of women don't even realize they're in labor until the water breaks or they notice some bloody show. Tell me about what happened when your water broke?"
"Um, I thought I had to pee. I was feeling a ton of pressure in my stomach, and then I had the first contraction, and Jesse came into the bathroom, because he heard me cry out. It felt like a water balloon popped inside of me and that I pissed myself. It was pinkish and only a small puddle."
"Well, the coloring gives an indication that your mucus plug is dislodging-" Beca slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Stop. You're gonna make me throw up." She dropped her hand from his mouth to rub some of her sweaty hair out of her face.
"All I was trying to say is that that is a sign that you're cervix is starting to dilate. Let's get you to the hospital so that I can check you out and see how many centimeters you are, okay?" She nodded her head. He glanced at the time on his clock. "I think you're next contraction will hit you in a moment, so we'll wait for it. Then, will start moving, okay?" She nodded her head again. About a minute and a half later, she cried out again, sagging into Jesse's side. The two of them talked her through it, and then they began moving her towards the door.
"Jesse, my bag!" She said, thinking of the bag they had packed for going to the hospital on Wednesday. They didn't have it with them, and it had clothing, blankets, baby clothes-everything that she thought she might need for her stay and when they went home.
"I have your purse and sweater over here." Chloe said, rushing to Jesse's other side, smiling.
"No, she means the hospital bag. We have it at home." Jesse told her as he and Brian supported most of Beca's wait, trying to cover as much ground as possible before her next contraction hit.
"Oh, we can go get it right now." Amy said, shaking her keys (which had a key to their condo on it-all of their friends that lived in L.A. had keys to the condo). "You guys get to the hospital, and Bumper and I will go to your condo and get the hospital bag. Okay?" Beca nodded her thanks and focused on getting out the door and to Jesse's car with the help of her husband and her OBGYN. She cried out as another contraction hit her. Her babies were coming fast.
Author's Note: Okay, so this one is a little shorter than the others, but I wanted to stop it there, because I'm not going to write out the description of Beca pushing a baby out of her vagina or her getting hacked open to pull a baby out via c-section. I don't think any of us need to read that. It already got a little nasty with the mentioning of the mucus plug/bloody show business (which is all a tasty part of labor). As for how quick the babies are coming-I did some research (since I myself am not nor have I ever been pregnant previously) and I came across some women who went to the doctor for a checkup while they were pregnant with twins and the doctor was like, "hey, you're four centimeters dilated." That is what I was trying to get at here-Beca had no idea that she was in labor until it kind of hit the final stretch.
Beca and Jesse's friends were always going to find out the truth about their sham marriage. These two couldn't lie to their family for that much longer. I have no plans of having Cole out their secret for them, but because he has no intention of actually lying for the two of them to Stacie, they do get the kick in the rear that they need tell them. However, their announcement doesn't happen anytime soon, because all of the girls forget about the weirdness over Beca and Jesse and Cole with the babies' arrival...for awhile, anyway.
So, the next chapter is going to chockfull of goodness: Abby and Alex are finally here; Jesse and Beca admit that they love each other; the gang finds out that they got married so Jesse could stay in the country; then, a little happily ever after moment at the very end. Review, please!