A/N: SORRY for the long wait! I got a new job that is very physically demanding and I haven't had anytime to sit down and write! I do see all your awesome comments though! Thank you! NO this story is not over yet! This isn't a long chapter but its what I have for now!

John Posen was not the name that Beca was expecting when Emma called her and told her that she had a visitor at the front desk. Though she knew that Chloe had started at the vet clinic and had been working long hours. Stacie was back up north and Aubrey had just been talking to her through text.

Her blood ran cold and she felt dizzy as he walked into her office and closed the door.

"Hello, Beca." He said as he nonchalantly walked over.

"Hello, I didn't know you were back." She faked a smile. "How was your trip?"

He smiled and dropped down into one of the chairs across from her desk. "I wanted to check on you, personally." He said, ignoring her question.

"Oh, well, thank you." She said, unsure of how she should be presenting herself. Usually, she only really saw him on Friday nights. She knew how to act on those nights. This was new though. He had never visited her at work before. That thought struck something in her and she straightened her shoulders.

"Stand up, how far along are you now? Aubrey said you were lucky enough to avoid morning sickness." He said leaning back and clasping his hands together as he waited for her to stand.

She nodded. "Yes um, I'm 14 weeks." She spoke and she carefully stood up, revealing her growing belly. He smiled as he eyed her stomach and she felt an uncomfortable tremor go through her body. What was this?

"Turn to the side, lift your shirt, let me see your profile- "

She shook her head. "No, I don't- "

"No?" He asked sitting back up. "Beca, I asked to see how far along you are, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be pregnant." He said, his voice holding a tone she recognized. It was one of warning. One that told her she had one more chance to get this right, or there would be consequences.

She dropped her eyes, that realization of where they were hitting her and she folded her arms over her chest and leveled his gaze.

"No. I am sorry, John, but this is my place of work. You can talk down to me, degrade me, and think whatever you like about me on Friday nights. God knows I can't stop you. But not here. This is my office. My label."

He stood up, never breaking eye contact and she lifted her gaze as he stood almost a foot taller than her.

"How dare you." He growled. "You ungrateful little bitch. I don't care where we are. I am your father-in-law. You are married to my daughter. Who obviously hasn't gotten through to you. Hasn't shown you your place." He said and she watched as his neck turned red, slowly rising up his face.

"You can leave now." She spoke. "Or, I can have you removed?"

She watched as his jaw muscles flexed. No one ever stood up to him. She knew that this was going to start a fight she wasn't ready for. But she wasn't going to be controlled and talked down to in her own label. She made a name for herself and he wasn't going to take it away.

He pointed a finger at her. "You will regret ever speaking to me like this, Beca. I will be calling Aubrey." He threatened as he turned and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

She stood frozen for a second. The adrenaline of what she had just done was wearing off quickly, and she felt the emotion bubble up in her chest before it came out in the form of a choked sob and she covered her mouth.

She did it. She stood up to him. Something even Aubrey couldn't do. Aubrey.

Dropping her hand to her chest she could feel her heart beating heavily as she stared out the window at the city.

It wouldn't be long before her phone would be ringing. It was also time to start heading home. She wasn't ready for that. She wasn't ready for the repercussions when she walked through the door.

But she had no choice. She was in a daze as she packed up her laptop, and cleaned up her desk, before turning out the light and leaving her office. She could barely remember leaving the building, or driving home. She finally came out of it, when she parked her car in the garage beside Aubrey's.

She was still sitting in the car, when the door opened and Aubrey appeared in the doorway. She was still in her pantsuit and was looking at Beca through the windshield with an unimpressed look.

She pulled the keys out of the ignition, and slowly opened the door stepping out of the car. When she was out, Aubrey turned and walked into the house, leaving the door open and she followed reluctantly.

When she walked into the kitchen, she expected to be hit from the side, and tried to relax her body. However, Aubrey was standing on the opposite side of the island typing on her laptop. Closing the door, she watched her wife closely, waiting.

She didn't know what to do or where to go. She knew that Aubrey knew what she had done. She wasn't sure why it was taking her so long to scream at her. Throw something or hit her. She almost wished she would just get it over with. Do whatever it was she was going to do.

"Aubrey, I-" she started and was immediately cut off by Aubrey raising a hand to hush her and taking a deep breath.

She felt the tears flood her eyes and she bit into her bottom lip, trying not to cry before she was even scolded.

Aubrey dropped her hand, let out a breath and look at her.

"Beca, I don't know what the hell you were thinking. I don't know what you thought was going to come of you disrespecting him like that." She said, sounding defeated.

Her tears finally fell and she hastily wiped them away.

"You're not angry with me?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh believe me. I am furious. But above that, I am dumbfounded. I really don't understand what you were thinking, inviting him to your office just to throw it in his face that you are head of the label? To flaunt your success to him?"

It was Becas turn to be confused. "Wait, what?" She asked stepping forward. "Is that what he told you?"

Aubrey looked at her like she was from a different planet. "Yeah, that is what he told me. That you called him this morning and invited him to the label and the minute he was in your office you started gloating how much more successful you were, and that you were making more money than me-"

"That's not true!" She almost shouted, stepping forward quickly. Aubrey stopped looking at her in shock.

"Aubrey, you have to know that is not true, why would I do that?"

"Why would he say that?"

"Because," She stopped, looking down for a second. "Because I did stand up to him, but Bree, he showed up at the label, uninvited." She said stepping closer to her and Aubrey turned to face her.

"He walked in, acting like he owned the place, and told me he was checking up on me. He had me show him my stomach, and then he told me to lift my shirt so he could see and I told him no."

She watched Aubrey's brow furrow and continued. "I know I probably shouldn't have, but, every Friday night, I have to be a certain person. Act a certain way. He has control over almost every aspect of our lives, including this pregnancy." She watched Aubrey tense. "I was in my office, in my label and it hit me, that he has no control over me there. That place is mine, and I wasn't going to let him walk in and take it from me." She said and let wiped the few tears that fell. "I'm sorry if I caused you trouble, or cost you your job. I'm sorry if you feel I disrespected your Dad, I just-"

She was cut off by Aubrey's lips on hers, and her hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer.

She melted into it and after a moment, they broke apart.

"Beca, I am so proud of you. You did what I can't do. You stood up for yourself."

Still being held, she met Aubrey's eyes. "You're not angry with me?"

She shook her head. "I was very angry, but something didn't seem right. I'm glad I was calmed down by the time you got home, so I could hear your side."

Beca smiled. "Me too."

"I am sorry that he did that. I will do what I can to make sure it never happens again. For him to do that, and then lie about to try and put it on you, that is wrong. I will talk to him about that."

Beca nodded, looking down, knowing how that conversation would probably end. She may be being sweet now, holding her, kissing her, encouraging her. But some part of her knew, this wasn't over. He would get his way, one way or another. She just hoped she saw it coming.