So I finally finished this last chapter, which I found surprisingly difficult. I don't know if I've done it right, it doesn't feel the same as the first two. I was pretty confident with those and I liked how they turned out, but I'm not sure on this... So please let me know what you guys think!

Their years at Barden were the second happiest of their life.

And they really, really rocked.

Dating was a whole new ball game for Beca. Never had she felt the desire to try it before, but making the exception for Jesse was a no-brainer. He was exciting and sexy and the complete opposite to all the jerks from her past. This thought reflected in Jesse. She was his natural high, with her beauty and fantastic mind and sharp tongue.

They were complete opposites, but it meant they fit together perfectly.

So Beca had some trust issues. Anyone who spent five minutes with the girl knew that. But the best part of their relationship was that they'd been friends before. Jesse had already made himself important to her, important enough to trust almost completely, and so when they finally got together, it wasn't awkward or strange or uncomfortable. They were best friends from the start and that made them click.

Clicking in their new way was exciting. Jesse seemed determined to make up for lost time by kissing her whenever he could (or whenever she let him; she was unpredictably shy about PDA). Beca was finally allowed free reign to explore the body she had spent so long pretending not to admire. Their chemistry was sizzling and the physical attraction never dulled. They were all passion and intensity and pent up sexual tension.

A lot of pent up sexual tension.

But the sex didn't over take the relationship. It encouraged it. Because they were still Beca and Jesse, still their own people, and it meant they clashed and got competitive and bickered. Now they just had an awesome way to make up that didn't involve apology juice pouches or pink fluffy handcuffs.

Okay, so once it had. Maybe three times. They lost count.

After the Bella's history making win, the rivalry between the acapella groups grew – despite their captains dating – as they attempted to out-do each other. The Treble's put on an impromptu show for the new prospective freshman. The Bella's hosted a giant celebratory party and performed their breakout winning set – the party had been named "Bringing the Treble's down a peg Celebration", Jesse had not been best pleased. The Bella's proceeded to toilet paper the Treble house, which was avenged by a note left in their new trophy's place claiming no clean up and apology, no trophy.

Being able to use the "I'm withholding sex" line turned out to be surprisingly useful.

A year passed by quickly, too quickly, and suddenly it was finals again. The trophy was going to Barden either way and the whole acapella community knew it. It was just a case of who got it. The couple were fiercely competitive, determined to beat the other in the ultimate test for who would win that year's prank competition. Well, Beca was competitive, and he played along. Jesse was well aware that the Treble's had no real chance against Beca's impeccable skill for mixing.

Turns out the "I'm withholding sex" line doesn't work as well on girls.

Who knew.

Beca met Jesse's family that summer as they took a trip to Italy. There was a lot of unfamiliar there, and she had been surprised that it didn't spook her. But his family were almost as lovely as he was – he won because no one could beat Jesse in her mind, not that she'd ever willingly admit that – and his manner had evidently come from his parents, making them easier to talk to. The sun was warm and seemed to bring out Jesse's hidden romantic side - yes there was such a thing – and Beca spend much of her time there walking hand in hand along the beach, being showered with flowers and silly souvenirs. Jesse even took her out on a boat, anchoring down in what felt like the middle of nowhere, letting them melt into each other in a whole new thrilling way.

Beca never wanted to go home.

And then Jesse did the thing.

Out to dinner with his parents, a perfect view of the sunsetting on the beach, wine and conversation flowing, Jesse laughed at Beca's sarcasm and without ever intending to, said it.

He said it.

I love you.

In front of his parents.

Jesse loved Beca.

He said it.

Beca had never sobered so quickly in her life.

After an astounded run from the table to the sand, Jesse caught her and repeated it. Over and over. A hundred times. Because yes it had been a mistake, but it was not wrong. He loved her with every breath he took and that was that. Nothing she did could change that.

Apart from the obvious.

She could say it too.

I love you.

Waves lapped her ankles.

Beca loved Jesse.

She said it.

And Jesse swore never to let her go. Ever. Really and truly.

He kept his promise for three years, through more Treble defeats and Bella wins, through every touch, through the rented flat together, through the fights and the make ups, through all the holidays and the birthdays and the anniversaries.

She made good on his promise a month before graduation.

If Jesse had ever realised there were a set of three words that he wanted to hear from her more than 'I love you', well, he wouldn't have done. Because he had all he wanted in her.

But then she watched him carry her coffee towards her that morning and in the most casual tone of voice, said it.

"Let's get married."

Beca Mitchell proposed to Jesse Swanson.

Beca Mitchell, the sarcastic loving, people hating, music obsessed girl of his dreams, proposed to Jesse Swanson. And all he could do was stand there like an idiot, holding two cups of coffee, eyes bugged, knees shaking. But after a quick clarification of her words, after three repeats and a severe effort to get his muscles in gear, he said yes.

By dropping the coffee and pulling her to him in the most passionate kiss he could muster.

They still have that coffee stained rug.

As much as both of them wish things had gone according to plan after that day, life has the tricky ability to get in the way, and suddenly there was a thousand things to do in preparation for leaving Barden. Their time was spent increasingly apart during the day, snatching their moments together when they collapsed into bed, and then one morning they woke up and it was graduation.

Getting into their gowns together, they held each other, excited at the prospect of spending the rest of their lives together. The ceremony passed slowly, both desperate to be reunited, and as the hats flew, they kissed, completely unaware of what was to come.

They flew to LA together, Beca to begin her internship, Jesse to begin his job as an assistant to David Rush, a fancy music composer for some big Hollywood films. Their jobs kept them busy, so busy that any attempts at planning a wedding were pushed to one side, and quickly they began to lead almost completely separate lives. Often, they didn't even sleep in the same bed together, Jesse collapsing onto the sofa watching a movie until he fell asleep in the early hours of the moring.

They drifted, because that's what people do, and after a night out drinking with his coworkers, Jesse came home to a fuming Beca who had had enough.

The neighbours had not been happy that night.

When things ended with him, she had been a mess. An emotional, vulnerable mess, who made a stupid mistake a month into life in LA without him by getting drunk and almost sleeping with some creepy guy from some creepy bar. Until she looked down and saw the bug tattoo on her arm, the one from her past, and she was flashing back to the person she was before. The cold, sarcastic, lonely jerk. The one who slept with guys for no reason other than to try and get rid of that strange hole in her life that she wasn't even fully aware existed.

The girl she was before Jesse.

Oh did she miss Jesse.

And he missed her, desperately; his inspiration was gone, his life's meaning rocked, the spark that made him what he was put out. Everyone at work noticed it, and after a month of no reconciliation, their friends had enough.

An intervention was staged that may or may not have involved locking them inside the auditorium at Chloe's school where she taught.

There had been no talking at first. Neither of them were ready to admit their faults, and neither of them wanted to admit how empty and pointless life had become without the other. When the loud voice of Aubrey echoed around the room telling them there would be no food, drink or toilet breaks until they talked, Jesse, always the one to give in, began to talk.

Four hours of talking everything over, of discussing their issues and their feelings and eventually, using their mouths in different ways to show how sorry they were, they lay on the stage, looking out at the empty seats, her head on his chest and his arm around her ribs. When he comments about how the only way that could have been better would be if they'd had the handcuffs, she slaps him and laughs, because she had missed him and being able to have him put that effort into making her smile made her heart swell.

"Lets get married."

Her laughter stopped and she looked up at him as he stated there was nothing he'd rather do than marry her, right now. Today.

The wedding was beautiful in its simplicity.

Their friends drove them out to Vegas, and after finding a hotel they split, reuniting three hours later under the arch way with Beca in a simple strapless ivory gown, and Jesse in a rented tux, and in front of Elvis they kissed and sealed their lives together for the rest of their lives.

Married life suited Beca and Jesse. They knew how to void the pitfalls that could break them, and so they made time for each other, made sure they made the decisions together. They worked hard and played hard and it was everything they ever wanted. Beca got a full time position at the record company, and Jesse began to work with David Rush rather than for him, and life was continuing blissfully.

Until Beca got the call she had expecting since she was sixteen.

Jesse watched her as she kissed her mother's cold forehead, regret pooling in her eyes. He hadn't known about aneurism. Beca had never mentioned her mother specifically, and as she touched her dead mother's hand and began to cry, he knew why. Her mother had never been a mother to her, the aneurism pushing on the part of her brain that controlled emotions. Beca had blamed her for so much, had put her into a home as soon as she became legally capable, and Jesse could see, as his wife fell apart in his arms, that Beca hated how she had treated her.

Three years and four months after their Vegas wedding, Beca looked in the mirror to realise her stomach was beginning to swell.

To this day she has no idea how she didn't link together her 3 missed periods, but she is strangely elated over the realisation. And as Jesse sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep away, he saw her stroking her belly in fascination, and he wondered how much more happy his body could take before it exploded.

The pregnancy was relatively easy on Beca and six months later, they welcomed Mollie Swanson into the world.

Two years, a new house and three promotions later, Beca got pregnant again. This one was hard on her, with half of it spent in hospital to monitor her condition, but she managed to carry to term, and little Billy was the last piece of their perfect puzzle. Cradling her son in her arms, Beca looked up her husband balancing Mollie on his hip, his free hand stroking her hair proudly. Their family was complete, they had gotten past every obstacle, and Beca felt the last tiny pieces of her old self flutter away. She wasn't that girl anymore. She was so much more.

Their years at Barden were the second happiest of their life.

Their years as mother and father; wife and husband; producer and composer? Those were the happiest.

So as a note, I used the same baby names as I did in my first one shot in The Beca Chronicles, because I like them and nothing else seemed to fit.

Let me know what you thought, and if it's really terrible I will tweak it.

Thank you for all your kind thoughts on this story, it all truly means a lot. You're all the best!