A/N: EEPPPPILLOGGGUEE. Pretty short, as most epilogues are. Better author's note at the end.

Chapter 60: Epilogue

Three Years Later

I hopped out of my car, the one Jesse bought me with the money he saved working with Universal Studios, and walked up to the glorious two-story house that had been ours for three years. Three whole years, today.

It was our anniversary. Due to my busy schedule with Residual Heat, this day has been my only day off in the past three weeks. I took the time and pleasure to get up early and go out and buy Jesse his favorite key lime cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory forty minutes out of Los Angeles, and I had just arrived back at our house.

I twisted my key in the lock and nudged the front door open. Then, I noticed all the lights were on.

"Mommy!" said a little voice. Out from the family room came Mia Swanson, my two-and-a-half-year-old daughter. She ran towards me, and in the little time I was given before she pounced, I set my bags down and scooped her up. "You've been gone forever."

Mia was almost three now, and all she does is talk. Ever since she learned. She got that from Jesse. That, and her curly brown hair. She very much resembled her dad, but her eyes were the same color as mine. And not only did she resemble him, she also had a love for movies.

"I know, I've been so busy with work," I said. "Where's your dad?"

"Here I am," said Jesse, coming out from the kitchen with an apron draped over him. As he approached, his smile grew even wider. "I was wondering when you'd get back. She's right, you know. You've been gone forever."

"Momma said she's been busy with work," Mia repeated.

"All for the right reasons." I leaned up and kissed him, earning a disgusted noise from Mia, which made us both laugh. "I brought you something."

"Did you?" he inquired, as if he already guessed. I set Mia down and dug into my bag, pulling out the box of cheesecake, then placed it in his hands. Mia ran off into the kitchen. "You did."

"Happy anniversary, this is only present number one." I kissed him again, this time, wrapping my arms around his neck.

After moments, Jesse pulled out of this kiss and smirked down at me. "And when do I get my next present?"

"Mm, later tonight. After Mia's asleep."

He placed his hands on my belly, then started gently rubbing it in circles. "I can't wait for this little peanut."

I've been pregnant with our second child for eighteen weeks now, and Jesse has been treating me with such delicacy even though it is our second time. He's overexcited; the gender is supposedly a boy, and the only names he's been coming up with are those from his favorite movies. Quint from Jaws, Andrew, Brian, or John from The Breakfast Club, Elliott from E.T., etc. He's refrained from even mentioning naming him after Luke Skywalker, due to our old boss's name at the radio station. I agreed with him on that, at least. I told him I'd think about Elliott, but nothing was final.

"Just a few more months," I said.

Ding Dong!

"I'll get it!" shouted Mia, trotting across the foyer and to the front door. She was yanking at it, but she had no upper body strength, as she was two, so Jesse went over and helped her. I followed him wondering who could be at the door.

It was that damn ginger. I hadn't seen her in almost a year due to our differing schedules, and yet here she was, at my door, with Josh and their children, Rosie and Tyler.

"Chloe!" I ran up and pulled her into a heartwarming embrace. Jesse and Josh gave each other a quick, typical guy hug. "What are you doing here?"

"I was in the city," she began, smiling back and forth between Jesse and I. "I know it's your anniversary but I thought I'd stop by and say hi."

"No, no it's totally fine. Are you hungry? Jesse's cooking breakfast."

"Oh, shit, that reminds me." Jesse ran into the kitchen, and Mia followed him, repeating what he said. I'd get Jesse for that later. Chloe turned back toward me and led me over to the couch where we sat down. She held out her hands and looked at me, as if waiting for permission. I nodded my head, and she placed her hands over my stomach.

"You're glowing. Literally. More than your first time. How's LA treating you?" she asked.

"This is going to sound so cheesy, but it's everything I imagined, and more," I replied. "I have my dream job and dream house in my dream city, and Jesse only makes things better."

She nodded. "You're welcome."

"What?"

"You're always thanking me for prying down your first barrier and compelling you to join the Bellas. Also for pushing you toward your future with him. So, you're welcome."

I started laughing. "Thank you," I retorted. "What about you? What is Chloe Beale Newman up to these days?"

"I followed my dream, finally. I'm teaching underprivileged children how to sing and dance. And privileged children, on weekends. Josh just published his first book, and Rosie just started kindergarten."

"How's her voice?"

"The little girl's got talent. She'll be a Bella in no time," she concluded.

Rosie looked more and more like her mom each day. Her red hair was two shades darker than Chloe's, but she resembled her mother like Mia resembled Jesse. I wasn't surprised when I heard she could sing.

Chloe and I talked for the remainder of her visit, but after time, she and Josh had to go. We made plans for next Saturday to pick up where we left off, because she would be in L.A. for the next three weeks. It was nice to know how she was doing again, because for the past year all we ever did was text and call.

I learned that Aubrey was doing well, and that she and Uni were engaged now, and that we should 'save the date.' She has been going to therapy once a week for two years now, and her fiancé has been supporting her through it all. Aubrey hasn't projectile vomited in years, which made me laugh when Chloe told me but also made me realize how proud I was of her.

Stacie had moved on and became a part-time relationship therapist, part-time fashion magazine photographer in New York City. She and Donald settled down together, got a place of their own, and were both receiving high income.

Fat Amy and Bumper moved to Little Rock, where she was working as a professional jelly-wrestler, and he began working as a male model and releasing his own lines of clothing.

Erica began selling her artwork, and actually is making millions. She bought a house in Oregon, where she dedicated an entire floor to simply art. I knew she had talent, but I didn't know she had ever thought about selling her work.

Then, there was me. I married Jesse three years ago, and had a daughter six and a half months later. We moved into our two-story house in L.A. after we got back from our honeymoon in Bermuda. While in Bermuda, however, Jesse got his confirmation email that Universal Studios was impressed with his scoring work and that they look forward to working with him. Over the years he had managed to work his way up to the top, just as I did. I stayed with Residual Heat and eventually became my own boss. I met celebrities often, and I helped them by doing what I love most: producing. Now, Jesse and I both had steady jobs with great income, two cars, a two-year-old and a boy on his way, and a love to share forever.

So, what will happen after this, I cannot be sure, but as I keep getting better and better, I realize that we will always be stronger together.

Author's Note

Wow, it's over. This was my first story I had ever written, and although it was actually kind of sucky-fourteen-year-old writing for the most part in my eyes, there are so many people that have enjoyed this story throughout the entire life of it. I am grateful for all my readers, viewers, etc. I've had so much fun writing this story and I can't believe it's actually complete.

Also a special shoutout to Casey, who has read this story so many times and really encouraged me to keep writing it in times of writer's block. Love you lots.

I love you all, and be sure to check out my other stories. This is the actual end of What Happened After, but I'm not done writing. Thanks for reading. xoxo