My Fake Husband

A Pitch Perfect Story

Chapter 21

Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.

Author's Note: This is it. This is the final chapter. I really hope that you all enjoy the conclusion. Please let me know what you think! Some smut in the beginning of this chapter. Enjoy ;)

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Cole had been right, but any time that Jesse tried to tell Beca how he felt in the next five months, a baby cried, or the phone rang, or something spilled, or the doorbell rang with yet another impromptu visit from a friend. Life got in the way, and they were exhausted, focusing all of their time on their babies. There were a few times here and there that he thought she might say something to him, but they were usually something else that wasn't as important as her telling him that she loved him would be. There was only one time that he was shocked by what she told him. It was halfway through April, and Beca had been back to work for a couple of weeks, part time. He came home from work one day and found her in the nursery rocking Abby in her arms as she sang softly to the baby. She was dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top, and her hair was in two messy, loose braids. He walked into the room, crouching on the floor beside them, running his fingers through Abby's mess of chocolate curls (she had a lot of hair, and Alex had even more). "Jesse," he looked up at her, and she was chewing on her bottom lip. Her brow was crinkled, and she looked worried.

"What's wrong, Beca?" He asked her, standing up to get Alex who began fussy in his crib. As he held the baby to his chest, he glanced back at his wife.

"I think..." She paused, looking down at the baby in her arms. "I think I want to stay home with the twins, permanently." His eyebrows rose in surprise, because she loved her job. It was her whole world before the babies came, so he was shocked.

"You do?"

"Yeah," she said softly, raising her eyes to meet his. "I never expected to be a mom, and I never really wanted to be one of those moms that gave up their careers or their entire lives to stay at home to care for house and kids, but I hate working and putting them in the daycare for only a couple of hours. I hate being away from them. I love my job, but I love them more."

"Then, I think you should stay home. To be honest, I love the idea that you're home with them. I never would have expected you to not go back to work or anything like that, but if it is between you being with the babies all day and some stranger being with them for a few hours, I would rather that they are with you." He walked over to her, leaning over to press a kiss on top of her head. The next day, she walked into Wharton Records and gave her two weeks' notice. She was going to be a single mom.

Things only seemed to get crazier after that, because Beca was exhausted by the end of the day when Jesse got home. After the babies settled down, they would curl up in the bed, and he would give her a backrub before making dinner. She would then pass out not too long after that, and he would stay up, caring for the babies for awhile before climbing into the bed beside her. When the work trip came up around their first anniversary, he hoped that it could be then that he could tell her that he loved her. He hoped to take her out on a romantic dinner (for four, even though the twins didn't really count, but they were on solid foods enough that they could gum some pasta) and all that jazz, but like always, things didn't go as planned.

Alex was teething and miserable, whereas Abby had a small fever, so she refused to leave the hotel room with two fussy, unhappy babies. So, he had to fumble with a new plan. Ordering room service and watching a movie while they rocked their unhappy babies wasn't exactly how he wanted to tell her that he loved her, but it was all that he had to work with. Finally, both babies were conked out from their dose of baby Tylenol in the hotel's portable crib that they were supplied with. The adults were sitting in the bed, eating nothing but desserts and watching some British movie, which she complained about the entire time.

"Becs," Jesse said with an eye roll after Beca had insulted the male lead's sexist comment toward the female lead. He turned to look at her and laughed when he saw that she had whip cream smeared on her cheek. She frowned, not knowing why he was laughing at her.

"What?" She pouted, making him chuckle even more.

"You have whipped cream on your cheek." She reached up to swipe at her cheek, but she didn't do the right cheek. "The other cheek." Next, she missed the whip cream, and he started chuckling, which only frustrated her and made her rub furiously at her cheek, smearing the whip cream. He laughed really hard at that, which earned him a "jerk!" and raspberry to the face, making her chuckle.

He glared at her as he wiped at the juice that was left behind after the berry hit him in the forehead. Her mouth was hidden behind her hand, and she still had whipped cream smeared on her cheek. She looked beautiful and adorable, and he wanted to kiss her. He leaned toward her, and her eyes fluttered shut as he approached. Instead of kissing her, at the last minute, he swiped his finger in the chocolate sauce and smeared it on her nose. Her eyes flew open, and her jaw dropped open. "You didn't just do that!" He shrugged, and she pouted. "Clean it up."

Jesse wiped his finger down Beca's nose, wiping away much of the chocolate. He popped it into his mouth, all the while with his eyes locked with hers. He then lean forward and licked the whip cream from her cheek. He felt her suck in a breath as he pulled back from her, but she grabbed hold of his head, kissing him forcefully. The kiss was the hottest they'd had since before the babies were born. After they arrived, their attention turned mainly to the twins, and he was nervous about initiating anything, even after Brian gave them the okay to have sex again, because he wasn't sure if they were going to go back to not having sex now that the babies had arrived. He still kissed her, and she still kissed him, but they didn't try to go anything beyond that. This kiss was different. This kiss included all of the pent up sexual tension and frustration that they had been feeling since a few weeks before the babies had been born. It had been months since they were intimate, and he wanted nothing more than to be with her again.

They broke the kissing, staring into each other's eyes and breathing heavily as they tried to regain their breath. She pulled even further away from him, pulling her shirt over her head. He sucked in a breath, really seeing her body for the first time for something other than feeding their babies. She swallowed, a small blush settling on her cheeks. "Stop staring at me like that. I still feel kind of gross, so you staring at me like this isn't making me feel sexy." She muttered.

"You're gorgeous." He moved the tray of food a foot to the left and crawled closer to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tangled his hand into her hair, kissing her again. She whimpered into the kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pressed herself closer to him. His hand inched up her back, finding the clasp of her bra. He hesitated, breaking the kiss to stare into her eyes. "Are you sure?" He had to ask. He had to make sure that she understood what this meant. The first time they had sex, they were angry and drunk and attracted to each other, which they wanted to deny. The rest of the time they had sex was primarily due to her pregnancy hormones (even if he did want to be with her and show her just how much he loved her by making love to her); they had the excuse of the pregnancy for why they were sleeping with each other. This time would be different. If they had sex, then it would be because they wanted to be with each other. They were both completely sober, since Beca was still breastfeeding, and Jesse had been abstaining out of support for her. She wasn't pregnant. This was all on them.

Beca swallowed and flicked her tongue across her bottom lip. The movement was intoxicating, and Jesse wanted to kiss her if only to chase after that tongue to taste it. He focused on her, though, not willing to let this progress further if she didn't really think about the consequences that could come from them having sex in this moment. Her eyes traced over his face. "I'm sure." She whispered. "I want to be with you."

He closed the distance between them immediately, kissing her hard, letting her know just how much he wanted her, too. He quickly unclasped her bra, pulling back only long enough to let her pull the bra from her body while he tore his shirt off. As he tossed it onto the floor, he grabbed the tray of food and climbed off of the bed, carrying it over to the dresser. He put it down and hesitated. "I don't have a condom." He said, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't think to bring one, because I didn't think that we were gonna do this."

"It's okay. I'm breastfeeding, so I haven't gotten my period again yet." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "There's like a one or two percent chance that I could get pregnant again. I think we'll be fine." He started to come back to the bed, but she stopped him. "Bring the tray back. I'm still hungry." She had a sinful look on her face, which made him groan. He grabbed a chair from the little table that was set up in the corner of the room (they would rather eat in bed than at the table) and positioned it beside the bed. He then brought the tray back over, setting it onto the chair. He watched as Beca pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off, lying back onto the bed, completely nude.

His eyes perused her body, taking in the slight swell of her stomach that was left over baby weight (she constantly complained about her "pooch," but he still found her unbelievably sexy. There was also a fresh scar there from the c-section for Abby's delivery. Her breasts were still huge and tempting from her breastfeeding, but he figured that she would probably be against his mouth being on them, even though she just fed only twenty minutes before. She looked like a feast, and he was so glad that she asked him to bring the tray back over, because he was starving. After kicking off his sweatpants and boxers, he grabbed the chocolate sauce and climbed onto the bed beside her. She grinned at him, leaning up on her elbows with a raised eyebrow.

Jesse dug his finger into the chocolate and smiled down at Beca as he painted the chocolate over her lips. He leaned over kissing her, sucking the chocolate from her mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of her mixed with chocolate. After he broke the kiss, he proceeded painted another line of chocolate along her jaw and down her neck, which he cleaned up with his mouth. She was moaning and arching into his lips, with her hands tangled into his hair. He pulled away from her to set the chocolate down and to grab the strawberries and whipped cream from the tray. He fed her a bite of whipped cream-covered strawberry, cleaning up the juice that dripped from her mouth with his tongue. He then proceeded to stroke the half-eaten fruit across her skin, sucking the juice up with his mouth.

The moans that she was making were amazing, and he couldn't wait to finally bury himself inside of her, really becoming one with her. He knew that if he voiced that thought, she would tell him he was gross or an idiot. He still hadn't even made it to her chest yet, and he hesitated with a dollop of whipped cream on his finger. He stared at her breasts before looking up at her. "It's okay. I shouldn't...if...if they start leaking, stop, okay?" He nodded his head, rubbing the whipped cream across her breast. His mouth followed suit, and he groaned loudly when his mouth found her nipple for the first time in months. God, he loved her breasts. Her nails were digging into his scalp as he sucked and massaged and kissed and rubbed at her breasts and nipples with her mouth and hands. After a few minutes, she pushed him away, sliding out from beneath him slightly to grab the whipped cream from where he had left it on the end table. She dipped her finger in the whipped cream and began painting designs on his chest and neck, giggling as she wrote her name in loopy letters. "Now you're mine. It's almost like a tattoo." She said, staring into his eyes. She slowly lowered her mouth to his chest, licking the whipped cream away from him, making him moan and his head fall back. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he kept replaying her words in his mind over and over. She called him hers. It was the most amazing thing to hear, and he decided that he was going to tell her he loved as they were making love.

"Beca," Jesse said as Beca sat back, setting the whipped cream away from them. Her hand found his erection, and he groaned, closing his eyes. All thoughts went out the window as she slowly worked her hand up and down his length, sucking at his chest all the while. God, she was so amazing. After a while, he finally pulled her hand from him, pushing her back onto the bed, with her head resting on the pillows. He kissed her soundly, his right hand grabbing and lifting the back of her left thigh. He pulled her leg to the side, tucking it over his hip. They both groaned at the sensation of her center welcoming his erection. He leaned against her, not entering her yet, just kissing her, holding her flush against him. After a few moments, she began grinding against him, making him even harder than before.

"Jesse, please. I need you." He shifted, pushing her legs even further apart. He pulled his hips back, and she used her hand to guide him into her as he slowly thrust against her. They moaned, and he noticed it was different to be inside her now. It wasn't that it physically felt different, but emotionally. He didn't remember much of their first time together, because of the alcohol, and the rest of times after that, they were so very aware of her belly and the babies growing within it. This time, it was just the two of them, and it was like they were having sex for the first time. His eyes were locked with hers, and he just stayed there, letting her adjust to him.

"You okay?" He asked her, and she nodded her head. She raised a hand to rest against his cheek, guiding his face to hers. He kissed her-it was a passionate kiss, but it wasn't as crazed as before, but instead slow and undemanding but still intense. He began moving his hips then, slowly pulling out of her and pushing back in at an equally slow pace.

The entire time, Jesse and Beca kissed, swallowing each other's moans in an attempt to keep from disturbing the babies. She met every one of his thrusts, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and hands buried in his hair. The moment was so perfect, and not too long into it, she was crying out. She came another two times before he finished. They settled back into the bed, the blankets wrapped up around them, with her head resting on his chest. "That was amazing," she whispered, turning her head to press a kiss to his chest.

"You're amazing." He responded, lifting her chin so that he could kiss her. He felt her smile against him mouth, and he knew that this was the moment that he should tell her.

"Jesse, we should talk about what's going to happen in a little over a year." She said rolling off of him to lie on the bed beside him. He frowned, because it felt like she had taken a knife to his heart. "We need to start making plans, you know? Like what will we tell our friends, and who are the twins going to stay with most of the time? How are we going to work out the custody situation?" She raised her hands to her face.

Jesse literally felt like he was dying. Surely, this is what dying felt like? It was awful. They just made love...really made love for the first time with no excuse for why they were doing it, and barely three minutes after it was over, and she brought up their divorce.

"You're talking about the divorce again." It wasn't a question, but she nodded her head in response. "I hate that you're constantly reminding me of it." She stared at him, and it was obvious she didn't understand why he didn't want to talk about it. She was thinking about it like it was some complicated mess (it was) that needed to be cleaned up in this perfectly planned and implemented way. He got that, really, but he didn't want it to be over.

"Jesse," but he just shook his head at her.

"No, I don't want to talk about, Beca. It is bad enough that you and I were going to be statistics, but now our kids have to be one? I hate that! I hate that I have to put our children through that. I hate that we are knowingly going to force our kids to go through what you went through. I didn't want this—I wanted love and marriage and happily ever after. I wanted the two point two children, white picket fence, and the golden retriever in the front yard."

"Actually, I think the average number of children per household is less than one now." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Right, sorry. I know that that was what you wanted, and you could still have that. They aren't going to go through what I went through, because we don't hate each other. We aren't going to use them like a bargaining chip to get more money out of the other person; neither one of us is going to treat them like a burden. Neither one of us are going to find someone else—someone who has a kid—that we are going to idealize over own child. We are not my parents; you aren't my father. You're nothing like him; you're an amazing person, and they are lucky to have you as their dad."

"No, I'm definitely not your dad. I'm not a cheater who bails on his wife and kids. I'm not going to be that person, Beca." He turned away from her. "I honestly can't deal with this. I'm just so tired of it." He knew that he sounded defeated, because he was. He was about to tell the woman that he loved how he felt, and she tore out his heart like it meant nothing at all. He felt the tears burn in his eyes.

"You know how I constantly tell you how much I hate it when you shut down on me and push me away? You know what I hate worse than that? It's you bringing up the fact that we're getting a divorce and that none of this is real! Do you not realize how much that fucking kills me? Do you not realize how much it hurts? Because, it fucking does, Beca. It's the worst feeling in the world to hear the person you're in love with talk about how things are going to end between the two of you."

Her jaw dropped open when she heard him say that he was in love with her. She quickly shut it, swallowing hard. "Your…you just…so when…" She couldn't form sentences, and he thought that she looked a little green. She stood up and started pulling her clothing on, and he just watched her. When she was dressed again, she turned around to face him once more. "Jesse, you don't know what you're saying right now."

"I know exactly what I'm saying."

"No, you don't."

"I want this to be real between us, Beca."

"No, you don't. You're just saying that because of the babies. This isn't real, Jesse. This was a farce so that you could stay in the country." He sighed, standing up and walking around the bed to get dressed in his own clothing. Obviously, this wasn't a conversation to have naked.

"I love you, Beca. I told you ages ago that I was in love with you, and you thought it was all bullshit. I told you on the day we got married! This is real for me!" He said, waving between them. "You're it for me." She swallowed again. "I want it to be real, Beca."

"No, you don't! You're just feeling this deep connection between us because of the babies. That's all it is. I had two babies—our babies—and you think it is just easier for us to be pretend that this marriage is something real, but it's not. We can't. It would be a lie to them, and it would hurt them way worse than a divorce ever would." He shook his head. "You don't love me." She refused to look at him. He rolled his eyes at her. He wasn't going to let her tell him how he feels.

"Don't tell me how I feel, Beca. Don't tell me what I'm thinking. I know exactly what I'm saying. I told you before that I loved you, and you passed it off as if I was just trying to pretend around Brian, but I wasn't. You're my wife. You're my partner. You're the mother of my children. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't want to pretend that this isn't real for me anymore, because it is. It is real." Throughout his speech, his voice had become pinched with emotion, and he knew that he was tearing up.

"Jesse, you love me because of the babies. That is all." She was crying then, and he immediately closed the distance between them, pulling her flush against his body. She sobbed into his chest, and he just held her close. "You don't really love me." She cried against his chest. He wasn't sure which sucked more, that she wasn't hearing him and accepting the fact that he loved her, or the that she was obviously so upset. He hated to see her cry.

"I've been in love with you since the moment Hat told me to go sit next to the midget with the tattoos at that first party. I remember what you were wearing, how you styled your hair, and what you were drinking. I remember Chloe introducing us to each other, saying, 'Jesse, this is Beca. She's one of my best friends in the whole world. Beca, this is Jesse. He's one of Dean's best friends from college. You guys have so much in common.' She then walked away, leaving us together and uncomfortable over our awkward setup. I remember looking at you and thinking that you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. You still are. I made jokes about your ear spike and tattoos and the like, because you made me nervous, and it was easier to act like I was way more confident than I really was on the inside. I was a mess. You were so beautiful and so not pleased to be near me. We talked about the weather, and you looked like you would rather be gnawing on glass. So, I asked you what you did for a living, and your face lit up was you talked about your job at Wharton. Then, we talked about my music, and then the movies thing and all that. I kept getting us drinks, because it was easier to blame all the touching and the flirting on that than it was to admit to myself and to you how much I wanted you. I wanted you from that moment, Beca."

Beca opened her mouth to say something, but they both heard the quiet cries coming from the crib. She walked over to the crib, pulling Abby from it. Tears were pouring down the baby's face, and Jesse knew that within a few minutes those whimpers would turn into massive, full-blown, nuclear level shrieks, which would only upset Alex. He watched as she attempted to soothe the baby who obviously didn't feel good at all. He was at her side in a moment, laying a comforting hand on Abby's back. "It's okay, little girl. Mommy and I are here." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. After a few moments, Abby settled down.

After the baby was returned to the crib, the two adults sat down on the bed, with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "We've been married for a year today, and you're back to thinking about the divorce. I don't want this divorce to be hanging over my head for the next year and a half. I want to focus on being a good dad and husband. I love you too much. It hurts to think about not waking up beside you every day. It hurts to think about trying to split up the time we spend with our kids. I want this to work between us, and I think it can. We did it the right way. We were best friends first, then a couple. Let's just try, okay?"

"I'm scared, Jesse." She whispered. He laid a hand against her cheek, turning her face towards his.

"What are you scared of?"

"I'm scared of admitting that I want more. I'm scared of admitting that I love you." She whispered, and he felt the corners of his mouth twitch. He felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest, but in a good way this time. She closed her eyes, trying to pull away from him, to shut down on him, but he tightened his hold on her, keeping her pressed against his side, in his arms. "I'm scared of letting myself get closer to you—even closer than we've been. I'm scared of being a bad wife to you."

"Beca, you're an amazing wife to me." She shook her head.

"No, I mean really being a wife to you. I'm scared of letting you completely in and losing you. I know you're not like my dad, or even like my mom, but you still have the ability to hurt me—way worse than my parents ever could."

"That's the thing, Beca. You don't realize how much you could hurt me. The idea of walking out that door in only a year and a half is killing me, because I love you so much. It physically pains me to think about it. I don't want that to happen, and you know how persistent I am. I won't hurt you—not in the way that you're afraid that I could, because it would kill me. You and these babies are the most important things in my life. I would give up everything else—my job, music, our friends, our condo, everything, just to spend the rest of my life with you and these babies. You're what makes me the most happy. Why would I be stupid enough to ever cause you some kind of pain? I wouldn't. You mean too much to me." The tears slipped down her cheeks as she listened to him. He reached out to brush the tears away. "I'm gonna kiss you now, okay?"

"I'm sorry if I'm snotty." He laughed, shaking his head.

"You're not," he told her as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips. "I love you, Beca." He said against her lips.

"I love you, Jesse." She whispered when he finally pulled back. He grinned at her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Beca Swanson," he said against her hair. "Will you marry me for real?" She grinned, nodding her head.

"Yes, Jesse Swanson, I'll marry you for real." He ignored her eye roll and just held her close to him, in his arms. While they might not have been the most conventional couple in the world, the last year and a half of being with Beca was the best time of his life. The last four and a half years of knowing her was the best time of his life. The future could only get better.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Chloe paced in her living room as she relayed the strange conversation that she had with Edward Danielson, INS agent, to Amy, Dean, and Bumper (who had come along with his wife in the hope of getting a free dinner). She finally stopped pacing and turned her attention back on the three people seated on her couch. She took in Dean's confusion, Bumper's white face and the way that he was gripping Amy's arm, and finally, the way that Amy was biting down so hard on her lip that the redhead suspected that she might start bleeding. The blonde was making whimpering noises that faintly sounded like her ums and uhs that she usually let out when she was scrambling to think of a lie. Chloe narrowed her eyes and stared at Amy and Bumper. They knew something.

"HOLY SHIT! It was all fake!" She shrieked, her hands flying to her mouth. She felt like she was going to get sick, and Amy quit trying stop herself from saying anything, but was instead twisting her fingers and muttering, "shit, shit, shit."

"Wait, what?! What's going on?" Dean asked, turning to look at Amy and Bumper. Bumper let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, pulling out his phone. Chloe watched him press a few buttons before pressing it to his hear.

"Hey, Jesse, I know you guys are probably sleeping, and it sucks that you're gonna get his message when you get up in the morning, but the shit's out of the bag. Chloe knows something's up, so you two are gonna have a lot of explaining to do on Sunday when you guys wake up from your jetlagged misery. Enjoy the last remaining moments of your freedom!" Bumper hung up the phone.

"What the fuck is going on!?" Chloe said as calmly as she could. She turned her icy blue gaze onto Amy.

"Jesse and Beca got married because Jesse's visa expired, and he was going to have to go back to Canada!" Amy blurted out, breathing out a sigh of relief. She yelped when Bumper smacked her upper arm. "You're so going to pay for that later! I'm pulling out the paddle!" Chloe grimaced, because eww. She started pacing again, feeling so hurt that her best friend lied to her about her marriage and relationship, and now the redhead felt like a total idiot. She wanted to believe so badly that Beca and Jesse were in love and together, and she ignored all of the signs that it was all just a farce. She felt sick.

"What about the twins?" Dean asked, and Chloe paused her pacing to stare at Amy and Bumper.

"Drunken one-night stand. Well, actually, it was a drunken afternoon. The day after the engagement." Bumper supplied.

"Beca wasn't lying when she said that she and Jesse got in a fight and then got drunk before they had sex. She was really going to call everything off, because she hated lying to everyone, and she was freaking out." Amy explained. No wonder Amy was Beca's maid of honor; she was the only one Beca felt safe sharing all of this with. That hurt even more than the knowledge that Beca was lying; she didn't trust Chloe enough with all of this. "Plus, Beca doesn't do relationships. She'd be the first one to tell you that. She considers her friendships with us as flukes, so the idea of being legally tied to someone? That was hell for her. She and Jesse got into a massive fight over it, and then they got drunk and did what they always do when they have alcohol in their systems around each other. They hooked up, except this time, they were near a bed and alone, so they didn't stop. Thus, the babies."

"But, they've been all over each other ever since they told us that they were together. WHAT ABOUT THE SEX!? They've been having sex!"

"Yeah, Beca likes to blame the sex they were having during the pregnancy on hormones, but I think that was also an excuse for them to keep hooking up. They're totally into each other, but they like to pretend that they're friends only. I mean, when she told us about the pregnancy, I totally caught them about to hook up before after they had an argument in front of us. They are like every other couple in the world, but Shawshank kept telling me 'we're just friends.' Yeah, being friends with benefits is such horse-hockey."

"So, what happens now?"

"I'm pretty sure that they both are still in denial over how they feel about each other. You can totally tell they love each other, but Beca's never told me that she loves him nor has she told me that he's told her. I'm pretty sure they are still planning on calling it quits a few months after their second anniversary and Jesse's legally allowed to stay in the country."

"I'm gonna kill them!" Chloe muttered, storming from the room to go lie down. She was beyond pissed, and she needed time to compose herself.

Friday, June 26, 2015

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Beca exclaimed as she dropped onto the settee, burying her face into her hands.

"Beca, are you okay in there?" She heard Chloe's voice from the other side of the door. "Do you need any help?"

"Um, where are the twins?" Beca jumped up, rushing over to the door.

"Oh, they're with Stacie and Cole." Chloe was saying as the petite brunette threw the door open. She sighed, crossing her arms at Beca. Her crossed arms were resting on her swollen stomach, which was hidden beneath a black dress. "Why aren't you changed? We can't fix your hair until you're dressed."

Beca shook her head at the redhead, because that was the least of her worries at the moment. She just wanted to hug her twins. "Can you just go get them?" Chloe nodded her head and walked away, leaving Beca alone in the dressing room. She shut the door and tore off her t-shirt and pulled off her yoga pants. She quickly stepped into her dress. It was strapless, with the upper half a solid black, with white beading on the waist, with a white bottom half. She couldn't believe that she was getting married again. It was their second anniversary, but this time, they were getting married for real. This time they were getting married because they were in love. This time they were getting married because they wanted to be a family, a real family. She reached behind her and zipped the dress up.

She jumped at the sound of a knock on the door. She turned around and walked over to it, opening it to find Chloe holding the chubby hands of her two-and-a-half year old twins. Alex was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a black bowtie. Beca chuckled at the sight of him. His dark brown hair was spiked up with hair gel courtesy of his father. In the last nearly three years of his life, his eyes had darkened to a shade similar to his father's, as well. He looked like a mini-version of Jesse. Alex crinkled his nose, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "Momma, off." He whimpered, his bottom lip jutting out. She pouted back at him before leaning forward to press a kiss to his kiss. "Eww!" He complained, wiping at his cheek, which only made her smile wider.

"Where's your vest and jacket, little man?"

"Cole's got 'em, right, bud?" Alex nodded his head, and Beca looked up at Chloe gratefully. "He'll be fully dressed by the time you need him to walk down the aisle."

"Thanks, Chlo." Beca then turned her attention on her little girl who was swaying her hips back and forth as she watched her dress waft. Abby's was mini-Beca, on the other hand. She had navy blue eyes, a darker shade than Beca's, but still blue, and chubby cheeks. She had her father's dimples, however, which Beca found irresistible. She was dressed in a white dress with a black belt that tied into a bow in the back and black beading sewed into the dress's skirt. On her feet were little patent leather shoes. "Hi, sweetheart. May I have a kiss?" Abby grinned wrapping her arms around Beca's neck and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you. Momma will see you both soon, okay?" They nodded their heads and Chloe brought them back to where they were waiting for the wedding to start.

Beca returned to getting ready, packing up her small purse to keep with her at the reception. Her bridesmaids, this time only Chloe (who was maid of honor this time around), Aubrey, Amy, and Stacie, returned to help her finish her hair and makeup. She was still freaking out, and she honestly wanted to get through this bullshit that was a second wedding and get back to being a mom and wife to Jesse.

As Beca walked down the aisle, she thought about how much had changed in the last year. They had returned back to LA from their London trip to a very pissed Chloe, a very confused Dean, and a very apologetic Bumper and Amy. Beca and Jesse sat Chloe and Dean down and explained everything to them, but they ended their story with their decision to renew their wedding vows on their second anniversary. This time around, their wedding would be one that was about them sharing their love with each other and their loved ones. This time, it would mean so much more. Chloe had startled bawling, forgiving Beca for everything, which was a total relief for the petite brunette, because the idea that her best friend was mad at her royally sucked. Beca and Jesse then had to call all of their friends and explain everything to them, which resulted in shock, confusion, anger, and then pleasure over the fact that Beca and Jesse still wanted to spend the rest of their lives with each other. They slowly got back on track with everyone, and then they focused on planning their second wedding and being a family. She was happy, and this time she walked down the aisle alone after her son and daughter. She didn't have to deal with the bullshit that was her parents.

At the reception, after their first dance (as the four of them), Beca sent Alex and Abby to dance with their Aunt Amy and Uncle Bumper. She pulled Jesse off to the corner and dug around in her small purse. "You're lucky that I love you so fucking much or else I'd fucking kill you." Jesse furrowed his brow.

"I don't know how I should take that, Becs." He laughed, and she wanted to smack that grin off his face. "What's wrong, babe?" She pulled the white and blue stick out of her bag and shoved it into his hand. She watched his eyes widened as he stared down at the positive pregnancy test before he burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!" She said, smacking his arm.

"No, this is fantastic! We're having another baby!" He pulled her into a hug, kissing her hard on the mouth. "Maybe it will be another set of twins!"

"I hate you. I literally hate you." She pushed him away, crossing her arms to glare at him. "Seriously, I'm never marrying you again, because you have super sperm or something, and I wind up being knocked up every time." His laughter was so loud that all of their friends turned to stare at them over the music. "Shut up! I don't want to tell them, yet."

"Well, too fucking bad, because I'm going to go shout it from the roof tops!" He turned away from her and began waving the pregnancy test in the air as he marched back toward the crowd. "Guess what!? We're having another baby!"

Beca rolled her eyes, watching as Jesse was suddenly surrounded by all of their friends, scrambling to see the pregnancy test. Chloe, on the other hand, squealed and ran over to Beca as quickly as she could at seven months pregnant. Aubrey was right behind her, clutching her eleven month old daughter, Isabella (Bella, for short). The two of them began hugging and kissing Beca, squishing the chubby Bella, who began complaining loudly over it.

As Beca was congratulated by her family of amazing friends and held close by the love of her life and their two babies, she reflected on how her entire world turned upside down in April two years before when a drunken Canadian asked her to marry him all so that he could stay in the country legally for the rest of her life. She never expected her fake husband to become the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with, but now she couldn't imagine her life any other way. It was perfect.

Author's Note: So, it's over. It was so bittersweet typing its ending, but I like how it turned out. Beca and Jesse live happily ever after with their three (four? Who knows? Maybe her womb will eat the twin this time around, haha) children. Yay!

I decided to bypass the actual telling of all their friends, because I don't think it was needed beyond Chloe figuring everything out. Also, a couple of you talked about how you felt bad for Cole, but you totally shouldn't! It all worked out the way it was supposed to. He met and fell in love with Stacie, and they are still together after a year and a half together! Plus, he and Jesse/Beca are friends now, considering they willingly let him around the twins. It's all good!

Let me know how you think the chapter went. Did you like the ending? Did you like how Beca and Jesse professed their love? What was your favorite part of the story? I really loved writing this story, and I'm gonna miss it, but I'm happy that Beca and Jesse finally got their happily ever after! I love you all. Thank you for sticking with me for the last six months while I wrote this baby for you.

P.S. Go to my photobucket page to check out Beca's second wedding dress, Abby's flower girl dress, and Alex's ring bearer outfit. Plus, the little kids are too cute in the pic, so they are definitely worth the trip. The link is in my profile! xoxo