I do not own Pitch Perfect characters. Or Star Wars, obviously. I haven't actually seen Star Wars either, so I can't give any real details in this chapter… too bad!

Beca stood in the hallway, dressed in her most comfortable sweater and carrying a large bowl of popcorn. She was steeling herself for yet another movie night with her boyfriend of nearly four years, Jesse Swanson.

The popcorn was part of their agreement—she supplied the food and snarky commentaries, Jesse provided the cinematic masterpieces to torture her. The original pain that she'd felt towards films had numbed a bit, only due to gross over-exposure, but she still got antsy during pretty much all movies.

Beca always insisted that The Breakfast Club was an exception.

Though in reality, she didn't hate movies nearly so much as she pretended anymore. Watching Jesse's joy for them was enough for her to enjoy herself most of the time.

She knocked on the door and his eyes lit up when he saw her. Beca swore that if Jesse had been a dog, his tail would have been wagging uncontrollably. She closed the door behind her, handing the popcorn to him.

Jesse and Benji's dorm room hadn't changed a bit. It was still every bit as dorky as she remembered, with toys (Benji insisted that they were collectible action figures, very valuable) and a shrine devoted to Star Wars and magic. Jesse had gotten Benji a life-size Princess Leia poster, but Beca had made them tear it down because it creeped her out—every time she and Jesse would make out on his bed, Princess Side-Bun-Braids would be staring at them from across the room. Jesse's half was a little more tame, much more musically oriented with posters and cd's, mostly soundtracks.

"So does this mean we're almost to the end of our movie-cation?" Beca asked Jesse, who was now propped up in his bed with his laptop open, popcorn in his lap.

"Now, why would you say that?"

She'd spotted the open movie box on Jesse's desk. Star Wars.

"Because you're introducing me to the Goliath of movies. I figured Star Wars was kind of the end of the line, the grande finale…"

"Beca, Beca, Beca," He shook his head sadly, "You should know that the Movie experience is never over. I'll always have more to show you."

She gave him her usual grimace, but didn't complain. She sat next to him on the bed, curling into his side like she always did. Jesse started the movie while Beca shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

She alternated between criticizing the movie in her mind (or sometimes out-loud) and watching Jesse's facial expressions. They were so expansive that Beca never saw the same one twice. He mouthed the words once in a while, and Beca's attention was then on those soft lips that had touched hers so many times over the past few years.

"Enter the Darth Father." Beca said lowly when the villain appeared for the first time, and Jesse elbowed her in the ribs.

"Don't hate, just appreciate."

She snorted.

Jesse considered it pretty impressive when she only fell asleep three times. He would gently nudge her awake every time—because as much as he enjoyed watching her sleeping, cuddling next to him—Star Wars was far more important. He was improving the world by exposing Beca, the non-believer, to the brilliance that is film-making.

Near the end of the movie, Jesse started saying the lines, his voice a low murmur beneath the sound of the actors. As he'd told Beca over and over, endings were the best part, and so he had most endings memorized.

"Why do I even need to watch all these movies, when you could just recite them to me? We'd save some serious time. And have more time to make-out."

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."

He closed his laptop with a resounding clunk, giving Beca his most boyish grin, and she found herself staring into his earnest brown eyes.

"So, what did you think? Seriously, all sarcasm aside."

"I… might not have hated it," She admitted, and couldn't help but smile as Jesse looked like a child on Christmas morning, "And I don't think that Darth Vader will be getting the Dad-Of-The-Year award."

"Do you ever think about… having kids?" Jesse asked this in his most innocent manor, the tone he used when he was tiptoe-ing around a subject that might make Beca more volatile than usual.

She fixed him in a disbelieving stare. "You're seriously thinking about children after watching that?"

"Well, you know, this wasn't like the first time or anything…" He started to look nervous and was avoiding her eyes.

Beca was silently mulling over the concept. She'd been going out with Jesse for nearly three years, they were starting to plan their future together… so of course the idea of having kids with him had crossed her mind. But she'd never entertained it seriously, because babies were so not in her plans right now. And she wasn't all that sure that Jesse was thinking it through, either. He often just spoke his mind.

He probably wasn't serious right now, she told herself. He was just asking a question, nothing more.

She reached for his hand and ran her thumb along the skin on the back, quickly, as if she was afraid of such affectionate actions. "I think you'd make a great dad." She said honestly. "Better than Darth Vader, anyway. I don't think you'd try to lure our son to the dark side. Maybe just force him to sing show-tunes with you."

"With those standards, how could I possibly compete?" Jesse returned sarcastically. He put an arm around his girlfriend and gave her his usual goofy, lovestruck smile.

"Do you really think I'd make a good dad?"

Beca started to feel uncomfortable with the intimacy of the question. It just opened way too many doors… so she responded with deflection.

"Yeah, the best. You'd have so much in common with your child… like your love of juice boxes and Disney movies," She said, "And just to nip this in the bud, you are forbidden from naming any of your future children Luke."

Jesse made a face. "Eww, no, gross! The risk of the kid growing up to be a conceited asshole would be way too high."

"Hey! That asshole got me connections in the music world, so lay off!" Beca said, referring to Luke from the radio station. He'd left her in charge of the station, leaving her free to play her mixes to her heart's content. Since a few influential people had heard them and started asking about artist, she was now closer to a great job in L.A because of him.

"Doesn't change the fact that he's an ass."

"Well lucky for you, I'm only interested in dorks." Beca smirked, and Jesse leaned in to kiss her.

Little did Beca know, the question that she'd avoided would soon be coming back to haunt her.