A/N I couldn't resist. Just lots of fluff and happiness. And to round it all up to Chapter 40

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

"Ssshhhh.., baby, you are doing fine..."

"Shut up! You don't have a baby coming out of your fucking dick. Leave me alone! Aaaaaaahhh!"

"Signora, please. I need you to listen to me."

Beca looked balefully at the gynae who was earnestly trying to get her attention.

"Get him out of here."

"But Becs...he's delivering the baby."

"Just get him out of here! And give me drugs!" Beca was bellowing now.

The next wave of contractions was hitting her and she was yelling out again. The air turned blue with curses so hard that the gynae's ears singed. He had delivered many babies before but not from someone as loud and as voracious as this tiny brunette.

Jesse was looking at Beca worriedly. He had been roughly woken up and told in no uncertain terms that her waters had broken and the baby was coming. He had jumped out of bed and got dressed immediately while she sat in bed, face white, lips pressed hard together, controlling the pain of the oncoming contractions.

They had practiced the drive to the hospital a couple of times but that did not stop Jesse having visions of delivering his first born at the side of the road. He pressed harder on the gas pedal. He had checked on her frequently, asking whether she was OK; only to be told to shut up and drive. She was a little irritable.

He had skidded into ER in full panic mode, expecting a horde of nurses and doctors to run immediately to his aid. His wife was having a baby, for goodness sake! But a harassed nurse just handed him some forms to fill and said someone will check Beca shortly.

Beca's contractions was getting closer together. It did not matter she was a bad ass agent before and pain was no stranger. Those overriding pains were something else. She also had not stop swearing since. Thank goodness their gynaecologist and a kindly looking midwife arrived soon and Beca was finally wheeled into a delivery suite.

The contractions were getting much closer.

"This is all your fault, Je...James Smith! You and your mutant sperm! How dare you do this to me?!"

"Yes, darling, I know." Jesse murmured soothingly, rubbing her lower back. She was panting hard, sweat pouring from her forehead.

"Don't touch me!"

"Ok, ok."

"Aaaahhhhh... Where's my fucking drugs?"

"Ermmm Becs, you are too far dilated for an epidural."

"What? So I have to give birth like an animal? Fuck you, Jes...James! Where's my fucking Glock?"

"Umm...what?"

"It's in the labour bag. ...Get. Me. My. Glock!"

"Becs, why would you need your gun here?" Jesse tried to say soothingly. The pain must be doing funny things to her mind.

"I am going to shoot your dick off! There is no way you are doing this to me again!"

Jesse went deadly pale.

"Please don't give her the Glock," Jesse whispered to the gynae.

"Signor Smith, per'aps you should stay outside?" the gynae suggested anxiously.

"Don't you dare leave me!" Beca yelled, clutching his hand and squeezing it hard.

"I won't, baby. I won't." Jese winced, convinced his hand might be fractured now.

Beca was still yelling curses at everyone in the room.

"Bella, Bella...you are ok." The midwife immediately took charge and moved swiftly to Beca's side. She waved the male gynae aside and wiped Beca's fevered brow. "Men are stupido. Your body knows what to do. Listen to your body."

Beca looked at the kindly face and nodded. Finally someone who knows what needs doing.

"It hurts." she said softly, her face twisted in pain.

"The more it hurts, the closer you get to see your little bambino, yes?"

"I want to push."

"Ok. Push down when you are ready. Just listen to me."

Beca did not know how she survived that wave after wave of pain. Through the haze, the bossy yet calm voice of the midwife guided her through her breathing and the pain. Jesse was trying to whisper encouraging words into her ear but she just glared at him.

"Don't distract me!" she yelled when he tried to whisper in her ear again. "I'm trying to give birth here!"

A fresh hell of pain ripped through her again and she pushed.

"Your baby's crowning!" the midwife said excitedly. "You are doing well! Would papa like to see?"

Jesse went over to see and his jaw dropped.

"Becs, I don't know how you are doing this..." He was trying his hardest to keep calm and fighting whatever nausea he was feeling. Beca will never forgive him if he threw up all over the delivery suite. Or if he keeled over in a dead faint.

"Short pants now, signora. Hoo hoo hoo hoo. Don't push." the midwife said.

Another contraction. And another. And another before she gave the final push and felt the release. Beca slumped back onto the bed, panting hard.

"Signora, your little bambino!"

Beca sat up and held out her hands as the little, sticky baby was offered to her. He was perfect. Beca watched as the baby's face grimaced against the bright lights and all the noise outside, so different from the warm, dark space in her womb.

Her face was full of wonder. She could not believe this beautiful creature was growing inside of her all these months, his heart beating near hers. The midwife was busy clamping the umbilical cord and letting Jesse cut it. The little baby opened his mouth and gave out a lusty cry.

"Oh!" Beca gasp in surprise. It took her a moment to overcome her surprise and murmur softly "Oh..Shhh... it's ok, darling...mummy's here."

And then Beca began to cry.

The nurse took the baby to be cleaned while she delivered the placenta. Beca felt strange and empty, her head turned towards the sound of her baby crying. Jesse came over all smiles with the baby in his arms. His eyes were wet.

He handed the baby now dressed and wrapped in a soft blanket over to her and she could not stop sniffling. Their son was perfect. Tiny toes, tiny fingers, a mass of black curls. She could not stop gaping at how perfect he was. The delivery team cleared the equipment quickly and before long, it was just only the three of them. Her holding the little sleeping baby, him with his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders; the two most precious things in the world right there in front of him.

Jesse could not believe he was a dad now.

"So...Tyler?" he asked, stroking his son's cheek.

"Hmm..ok. Tyler." Beca said, leaning into his chest.

Jesse kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you, Beca," he breathed out. "For making me the happiest man on earth over and over again."

Beca smiled. "Love you, nerd."

"So...You are not going to shoot my dick off?"

"Eh."

"I take that as a no," he laughed. His eyes softened as he looked at his wife and son. "Love you too, weirdo."

"Oh my god! Why is he crying?" Jesse said in frustration. "I think he wants more milk, Becs."

He tried handing over the crying baby to Beca who was uncomfortably feeling her boobs.

"Jesse! I just fed him an hour ago! My nipples are sore. One of them is cracked and it is freaking painful!"

"Use the other one," Jesse said, now patting the baby on his back.

"I am going to get lopsided boobs at this rate!"

"Beca, he's still hungry," Jesse implored. Little Tyler's crying went up an octave and it felt like a jackhammer drilling into his brain. What was it about baby cries that made him feel so anxious?

"Have you change his diaper?" Beca said, getting up.

"It's clean." Jesse said. "Make him stop crying, Becs!"

Then at that moment, Tyler gave a loud burp and there was the unmistakable sound and sweet smell of a breastfed baby filling his diaper. Jesse groaned out loud.

"You change him." Beca quickly said.

"No, you change him. I did the last one!" Jesse protested.

"You change him and we will totally have sex tonight!"

"You liar!"

"Ok, not tonight. Maybe next week?"

Jesse scoffed in disbelief.

"Come on, I let you play with these," Beca bared and jiggled her pornstar worthy boobs at him, huge with milk. Jesse was unashamedly staring at his wife's bare boobs.

"Ok. I change him."

"Jesse, you awake?"

"Hmm...zzzzz..."

"Jesse, wake up."

"Wh..wha? What's wrong?" He yawned sleepily.

"I'm thirsty. Get me a drink."

"Get it yourself," Jesse said sleepily, trying to pull the duvet over his head.

"I'm feeding Tyler! And I'm thirsty. Get me a drink."

He could not fall back to sleep with her kicking him. Jesse got up and sloped off towards the kitchen. He did not rerun in five nor ten minutes. Beca settled the sleeping baby into his bassinet before looking for him. She found him slumped against the counter fast asleep, a glass clutched in his hand.

"Hey baby.." she whispered, waking him up gently. "Come to bed."

Jesse bolted up. "Huh? I got your drink!"

He was sleepily reaching out for the carton of juice on the counter. Beca gently took the glass out of his hand and pulled him towards her.

She reached up and kissed him urgently on his lips. One hand automatically tangled in her hair and his other arm held her close around her waist as he deepened the kiss. When she moaned into the kiss, his hand fell to her breast, gently cupping it, his thumb swiping over her nipple.

"Come to bed." Beca whispered.

And he willingly followed.

"Wipes?"

"Check."

"Diapers?"

"Check."

'Healthy, nutritious snacks?"

"Check."

"Spare clothes?"

"Check."

"Spare top for me?"

"Yep. Check."

"Wow! I'm impressed." Beca went over to marvel at the Jesse's careful work. She picked up a very familiar looking utility belt. "Umm.. What's this?"

"That, my dear, is all we need for any baby emergencies," Jesse said proudly.

Beca looked in awe at the several pockets and loops on the belt. What used to contain anything an agent need on a job had been replaced. Small pack of wipes, compartment for teething ring, small packets of snack, a wadded up, folded diaper, a juice pouch compartment and even a musical toy car keys snapped to the end.

"We are only going to the playground. Which is like, ten minutes walk away." Beca said, trying hard not to laugh.

Jesse frowned. "You never know what kind of emergency we'll have, Beca."

"Umm.. So what happened to the grenade? And the bullets? The rope? And the first aid kit?"

"Beca, we don't need all that!" Jesse said, wrapping the utility belt around his waist and buckling it into place. "Oh. Maybe leaving the first aid kit in is a good idea."

"You should totally patent this," Beca smirked, wanting to laugh out loud at how pleased he looked at himself. "Where are you going to keep your Walther "

"I always pack heat, baby. You know me." said Jesse smirking back. He tucked his Walther into his waistband. "Now, are we ready to go to the playground?"

"Tyler! Oh my god! Where is he?"

Beca was frantically looking round the house for the little toddler. He was an escape artist; she was convinced of that. Jesse was supposed to be looking after him when she nipped out for her doctor's appointment. She came back to a silent house and was instantly worried.

"Jesse!"

She ran up to the second floor towards the bedrooms when she thought she could hear some movement in the bathroom.

"Jesse!"

"Umm.. in here.."

Beca was running towards the bathroom and tried wrenching the door open. It was locked.

"Jesse, the door's locked."

"Hang on, Becs...shhh Tyler!"

Beca heard giggling, water running and more shushing noise from Jesse.

"Jesse, open this door right now!"

"Hang on, hang on!"

The door was opened a crack and Jesse was peering innocently at her. "Yes?"

"What's happening?" Beca asked suspiciously, trying to look into the bathroom. Jesse resolutely kept the crack just big enough for her to see him.

"Nothing."

She heard more giggling and splashing.

"Nothing?"

"Yep. Just giving Tyler..aah..a bath."

"Ok. Let me in then."

Jesse glanced back and faced her again.

"Becs, why don't you drink some wine and relax? I'll finish up here and put Tyler to bed."

Beca stared a while at the beaming innocence on her husband's face.

"Ok," she conceded. "I'll see you downstairs. Would you like me to start dinner?"

"Anything, baby. Tell you what. Order something."

"Ok."

Beca turned away and she heard the door closing. She waited five whole minutes. More sloshing, more giggling and Jesse shushing while trying hard not to laugh. Five whole minutes. And she kicked the door down.

"Becs!"

Jesse was desperately trying to pull the shower curtain, hiding the little toddler in the bath. It was too late. Beca saw it.

"Jesse."

Her tone was a little dangerous.

"Ummm..yes?"

His voice was a little high.

"Would you care to explain...why in the world is your son...OUR son...BLUE!?"

"Mom-meee!" The little boy was smiling toothily at his mom and holding out his fat arms to her. " Erf mommee!"

Beca thought her reaction was rather measured. Here was her son a shade of blue, BLUE from head to foot, splashing in the bath tub. Obviously some form of soap and scrubbing had been involved because the water in the tub was similarly tinged with blue.

"Erf."

Beca just looked pointedly at Jesse, who was trying not to look at her in the eye.

"So..Umm.. We were watching Smurfs and...Tyler wanted to be one."

"And?"

"Ummm...some food colouring was involved."

"You painted your son BLUE? With food colouring?"

Her tone was raising with each word.

"Aww Becs! It was fun, wasn't it, Ty?" Jesse pouted a little.

He knelt down and tickled the fat toddler who laughed like water gurgling down the drain. Beca was leaning against the door, rubbing her temples. It was hard to be mad hearing Tyler laughing like that and seeing Jesse's face wreathed in smiles.

"I still can't believe you painted him blue."

"I am regretting it slightly, Becs. Blue handprints everywhere!" he smiled adorably up at her. "Besides, you weren't supposed to know."

"You think I won't notice my son is blue?"

"I was to have everything cleaned up and Ty in bed while you sit down with a big glass of wine." Jesse said, now scrubbing Ty down. He looked a little more like a pink, healthy boy rather than a blue Smurf now.

"Yeah. About that..." Beca said. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment before looking down at the sight of her husband laughing as he scrubbed their blue son. "I don't think it's wise for me to have any wine."

"Hmm?" Jesse said distractedly, now soaping and scrubbing Tyler's tiny feet. The toddler was laughing again, tickled. Beca did not say anything else. She just let her words sank in a while.

It sank in.

And Jesse dropped the sponge.

"Becs?"

He was staring at her now. Tyler splashed about in the tub and Jesse was almost half wet. He did not noticed how wet he was getting. He was rooted at the spot, staring at her. Beca just smiled and nodded.

Three years after the accident at the Amalfi coast

Martha Swanson wasn't entirely sure she was not dreaming. They were standing at Zagreb International airport, just coming through customs.

"Will, are you sure about this? Are you really sure?" Her voice was trembling and her husband of many years was holding her tight.

"Yes."

They knew what Jesse did for a living. Of course they did. Jesse had sat them down one day and told them. Told them everything that he did and what could happen. And what will happen next if he did not make it. So they knew the risks involved. They knew what to do afterwards. And they were expecting that visit from Bumper.

Bumper had been straightforward with them. There was an accident. No survivors. No bodies recovered either. That it was best to assume both Jesse and Beca had not made it. Missing in action. And if they want, they could have a funeral for closure.

Of course, deep in her mother's heart, she thought they were still alive and she had refused to have a funeral. It would seem too final. It was not to say that she harboured any hope. It would be too painful.

Three years past. Three Christmases past. The first was a little subdued. Everyone was still sad but then life got in the way and they had go on with their normal lives.

Then the call came. Thank goodness it was William to took the call. Martha was not sure she could be strong enough to hear the voice of the son she thought she lost.

They were alive. And well.

With a son. And another baby along the way.

Martha had shook uncontrollably at so much happiness all at once.

They couldn't come to the States. Can they come visit them in Croatia instead?

She was impatiently scanning the crowd at the Arrivals lounge but could not see them. Someone was holding up a sign with their name on it and they nearly ran over. The smiling man took their luggage and led them to a parked car.

The drive seemed endless. She could barely see the amazing views outside the window.

She was shaking when they finally arrived at a mansion hidden behind tall walls and an electronic gates. She thought she was dreaming or that perhaps someone was playing a cruel and elaborate prank.

Even when she saw her son, with his dark curls and smile, running towards her, she still thought she was dreaming. And when she felt his arms hugging her tight, she finally allowed herself to believe and to break down crying.

Five years since the accident at the Amalfi Coast

"I cannot believe you! How could you do this to us?" Chloe was shouting at her. And Stacie was similarly angry. "We thought you were dead!"

Beca was rubbing her temples.

"I know. I know. We had to disappear."

"Oh my god, Beca! How serious was that stalker?"

"Pretty serious. I was nearly murdered. Jesse was not safe," Beca said. "And I was pregnant with Tyler. So we had to do what we did."

Chloe and Stacie sat back on the sofa. They had not believe what had happened. No one was entirely sure what happened. They had received news of the accident five years ago and had assumed the worse. No one said otherwise. It was confusing. There were no funeral and they were too respectful of the family to barge in demanding answers.

Now five long years later, a few of them received a call. The girls from Beca and the guys from Jesse, saying they were out in Europe all these long years and would they like to come over and spend a few weeks there?

"Mummy!" Tyler came running through the door and threw himself into Beca's lap.

"Hey champ," Beca said. "Where's your sister?"

"Maddy's with daddy downstairs. Daddy said to come down."

"OK, baby. Mummy'll come."

Beca stood up and took his hand. Chloe and Stacie were grinning. Who would have thought badass Beca could be such a softie? They descended the stairs and joined the others in the terrace at the the back. The kids were already splashing about in the pool and the barbecue was lit and cooking. It looked like a regular barbecue in someone's back garden but not everyone's back garden backed up to the Adriatic coast with the blue seas and the white stone houses and Roman ruins decked on the cliffside.

It was a reunion of epic proportions. Certainly an unexpected one.

Jesse and Beca now felt a little more comfortable that they could go back to the fold of their family and friends. They felt more complete. Of course they could not entirely tell them everything. To do so would be more than a little...unwise.

Later on that evening

"Another beer, Bumper?" Jesse came up, offering a cold one and Bumper took it. Bumper leant forward on the balustrade, looking out to the sea. The party had calmed down when the kids were all despatched sleepy and tired into bed and now only the adults were lounging around, drinking and talking.

"You are an asshole, Jesse." Bumper rumbled, taking a swig of the beer. "Could you not at least get in touch earlier?"

Jesse laughed and looked over at Beca. She was surrounded by the girls and they were no doubt talking about risque things by the way she was trying to keep a straight face. He sighed contentedly. She looked beautiful in the moonlight.

"At least I told you much earlier than anyone else!" Jesse protested.

"Yeah. Only by three months."

"You know why I had to do it. Why we had to do it."

"Yeah. yeah. I know," Bumper conceded. He took another sip. "That was some escape."

"Yeah, it was."

There was a moment silence between the two friends.

"Luke helped us," Jesse said softly. He turned to look for Luke. He was lounging on a recliner and Beca had left the gaggle of girls and joined him for a drink. "We could not have made it without his help."

...

"You ok?" Beca had plopped herself to the seat next to him. Luke glanced over and smiled.

"I'm good, baby."

"You are drunk."

"Am not."

"You are. You just called me baby."

"I can call you anything I want. Becky Smith."

And with that, Luke broke into a loud chortle and Beca joined him.

"You are an idiot." Beca said, punching him softly on his arm. "I can't believe you let Jesse talked you into that name."

Luke just shrugged. His eyes trained onto Jesse and Bumper drinking on the balcony.

"It's funny."

They laughed again before settling down into a comfortable silence.

"So...promoted again huh?" Beca said. "Controller US ops."

Luke grinned a little drunkenly.

"Yeah." he replied. "Since the old Controller was assassinated two months back. I got the call to come back to US."

Beca just nodded. Luke took a sip of his drink.

"It was a perfect hit. No clues. It was like a phantom came in and killed him. He must have some very powerful enemies"

"I can imagine." Beca said, smiling slightly in the half darkness.

...

"So what do you now?" Bumper asked. His drink was still three quarters full.

Jesse just shrugged non-comittally. "A bit of this and that."

Bumper nodded, smiling.

"Trying to keep secrets away from me still?"

Jesse laughed lightly. Bumper was still staring out into the sea.

"Funny that job in Argentina a year ago. Could have sworn it had your trademark."

Jesse stayed silent.

"Or that job in Shanghai two years ago. It was messy," Bumper continued."Like Stockholm messy."

"You are imagining things." Jesse said.

"Yeah, I thought I was."

Bumper cleared his throat. "Some six months back? A job in Dubai? Got the Oracle all over it but it couldn't be, right? I mean The Oracle was dead, wasn't he?"

"Not dead," Jesse said. "Just retired."

A few long moments of silence.

"Tell me what does it take to bring you out of retirement."

"I don't do that shit anymore, Bump."

"You are a liar, Swanson."

Jesse laughed easily, running his hand through his hair. His laughter tapered off before he turned to speak to Bumper.

"The stakes are higher, Bumper. I've got kids now."

Bumper turned and stared at him.

"Just tell me what it takes."

...

"You like it here?" Luke said, staring up at the night sky and the smattering of stars overhead.

Beca shrugged.

"We are happy."

"But you are teeny bit bored."

"It's safe." she answered non-comittally.

Luke played with the tumbler in his hand.

"Any thoughts of coming home?"

"Home is where Jesse and the kids are, Luke."

"Of course it is." Luke answered. "But I am Controller US ops now. Just tell me and I'll bring you over."

Beca just nodded to show she heard.

"One more thing, Becs..." Luke said.

"What is it?"

"Thank you for the Camilla job."

Beca laughed.

"What about the Camilla job?"

"I'm not a vengeful person, Beca. But when I heard, I did a dance."

Beca laughed a little louder, holding on to her sides. Jesse and Bumper glanced round hearing her laugh out loud.

"You danced?"

"Yes. On top of the table. Thank goodness my office was out of bounds. But Emma caught me."

"Emma your PA?"

Luke laughed. "Yes. I was mortified."

"I give anything to see you caught in the act."

They were laughing but Luke was now looking at her seriously. Any trace of drunkenness was wiped off his face.

"Come back."

"What?"

"Come back, Beca. Sam misses you. I miss you."

"Luke..."

"You know you want to, Beca. This is all great but you want to come back."

"It's up to Jesse."

"Since when you need his permission?"

"But the kids..."

"You know they will be safer when you are back with us, Becs."

"I don't know..."

"Yes you do. Tell me what it takes."

"What?"

"Tell me what it takes to bring you back."