A/N: Okay, a few things to get through first!

1) I am so sorry it has been so long. It took me a while to get back into the swing of things after my holiday. I'd forgotten how tired work makes me.

2) This will be the last chapter of this fic. I am sorry it's so short and that the fic itself is only 16 chapters, but this feels like the natural progression of this story. I don't like stretching out things that don't need to be stretched out, and I don't like adding drama for the sake of it. So I'm sorry if you don't think this is a very good ending, but it's the best I could do.

Never fear, however, I have a few more in the pipeline! :D

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

One Year Later

Sam was walking happily between his parents. Both of his hands taken up by one of theirs. Every so often they would pick him up and swing him between them, and he'd laugh as he was hoisted into the air before he gently landed.

Beca smiled every time her son's laughter reached her ears.

It was the most perfect sound in the world.

Sam kept looking between them, hoping they'd swing him again.

The obliged and he was off in the air again.

"What time are we taking him to Jesse's?" Chloe asked, smiling at the giggling boy between them.

"Fiveish I think," Beca replied, pulling out her phone to double check the arrangements. "Yeah. Around five." Beca frowned slightly.

Weekends at Jesse's had started a few months ago.

She was happy her son was getting to spend time with his dad.

Jesse had really matured in the last year, and was excellent with Sam.

His sign language was strong and the two got on like a house on fire.

But Beca couldn't deny that packing her little boy off for the weekend was painful. Sunday's used to be their day to do whatever they wanted with, and now it was Jesse's day.

She missed having him around.

She remembers when she used to be so tired after a week of work and single-parenting that she could barely open her eyes on Saturday mornings. The thought of getting up seemed impossible.

Then Sam would come running in and crawl underneath the duvet with her, and everything would feel right again.

She missed that.

Not that she didn't love waking up next to Chloe in the morning.

That was its own kind of perfection.

"Hey," Chloe said, pulling her from her thoughts. "You okay there?"

"Yeah," Beca said, smiling again as they reached the playground.

Can I go play, mom? Sam asked Chloe. She smiled and nodded, ruffling his hair.

"I still can't believe he calls me that," Chloe said, her hand resting on Beca's as they watched Sam play.

"He loves you," Beca said. She interlinked their fingers and gave Chloe's hand a squeeze.

"It's okay to miss him at weekends," Chloe said, squeezing back.

"Yeah, I know," Beca said. "Jesse is a great dad, and Sam loves him, but I do miss those little moments we had."

"Of course you do," Chloe said. "It's only natural."

"So you won't get mad if I mope around the house all weekend?" Beca asked, smirking slightly.

"You don't have time for moping," Chloe said. "We've got a wedding to plan."

"We sure do," Beca said, her thumb brushing across Chloe's engagement ring.

A few hours later, they dropped Sam off at Jesse's. His roommate Benji greeted them all with a friendly wave.

Okay buddy, Beca said, handing over his small rug-sack. Be good. I'll see you Monday. Love you.

Love you too, mommy, he signed back, kissing her and then Chloe before running off to see Benji's latest magic trick.

Beca still remembered when Benji was introduced to Sam as 'his dad's friend', which prompted Sam to reply with, is he your friend like how mommy and Chloe are friends?

Jesse had visibly paled and Beca had almost punctured a lung from laughing so hard.

"Any problems, call me," Beca said.

"I know Becs," Jesse said, smiling and rolling his eyes slightly. "Hey, you guys should come to the park with us on Sunday."

"Yeah okay," Beca said. "That could be fun. See you then."

Sam was excited to see Beca and Chloe when they arrived at the park the next morning.

Mommies! What are you doing here?

We've come to play, if that's alright? Chloe signed, laughing slightly.

Sam nodded.

Jesse tossed Beca a football, who caught it and threw it back to him. He then dropped it.

"Smooth," Beca said, laughing. "Why do you even own a football, you're terrible at sports."

"Thought I should probably teach my boy how to throw a ball," he said.

"I mean, you'd need to learn yourself first," Beca said.

"And what makes you think he can't throw?" Chloe said.

"Well... You know... There hasn't been a man in his life until now," Jesse said, smirking slightly.

"Dude, you're an idiot," Beca said, laughing. "Give me the ball." He tossed it to her.

Sammy, Beca signed, crouching by him, the ball at their feet. I need you to throw this at your dad the way I taught you, okay?

He nodded and picked up the ball, before throwing it with so much force that it struck Jesse in the stomach and almost winded him.

"Maybe Sam should teach me how to throw," he said, groaning slightly.

"What are you thinking?" Chloe asked Beca that night, as they lay in bed together. Beca's head resting on her chest as she lazily traced patterns on the redhead's exposed hip.

"Just how glad I am that Gail made me take those sign language classes," she said, smiling.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "Me too."