This story is inspired "When You're Busy Making Other Plans" so credits to the wonderful Anon who wrote that. ( /works/601661) This is my first Pitch Perfect fic and reviews are very welcome. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Pitch Perfect nor any of it's awesome singers.
Prologue: She never thought she'd change her view about love and about relationships until she did.
Eighteen days before their first anniversary, Beca woke up at 11 in the morning to 8 missed calls and 13 unread messages. She only had time to discover that they were all from her stepmother (Yes, she's calling her that now. Would wonders never cease?) before the woman herself began to call again. Apparently, her stepsiblings' usual babysitter had suddenly gotten the Chicken Pox; and, by some force of circumstance, all other potential candidates were unavailable.
This was how Beca found herself in a semi-panicked state almost eight hours later as she hurriedly finished whipping up dinner. Bellas rehearsal had finished late as it was almost time for the Finals and she had to perform emergency first-aid duties as Gigi, the six-year old, had tripped over one of Mikey's action figures and grazed her knee. Her role as nurse had to extend for another fifteen minutes when a sobbing eight-year old boy brokenly told her to fix his action figure as his sister "killed it". By the time she finished cleaning up this mess, it had already been past six. The kids' dinnertime was at seven. And so, it was with a great loss of pride and dignity that she texted a familiar number with "Can I take back my 'No Thanks!'? Help!" to which a doorbell had rung in response fifteen minutes later.
So, while Jesse and Benji- whom he had brought over as entertainment- amused the kids with magic tricks, she had put together her Grandmother's well-loved Pasta Ala Oglio- without the shrimp since Jesse was allergic to seafood- and chicken pops stuffed with parsley. Before long, she found herself seated at a table for six, staring across at Jesse as Gigi, Mikey and Benji, a child really, chattered on happily and feeling like a…mother. Before she could stop herself, images of a similar dinner with mini-Jesses and mini-Becas and, of course, Jesse himself, came unbidden and she found herself actually wanting it. As she shook herself out of her reverie, she found Jesse looking at her and mouthing "Are you okay?".
She gave him a look that said "never been better". And she meant it. For some reason, Ms. Beca Mitchell, the "Stay-the-heck-away-from-me-I-don't-do relationships" girl just saw what the future- a married with 2.5 kids kind of future- looked like and she wasn't frightened about it. She had somehow managed to find the perfect fit for herself and growing old with him suddenly didn't seem like the prison sentence she once thought it would be. Neither did it seem so horrible and frightening. In fact, she looked forward to it. So yes, Beca Mitchell could say that she had never been better.
The second chapter (aka the real story) will probably be posted tomorrow. Don't forget to drop a review. Thanks!