Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters, if I did, I would not be writing this, I would be having my way with Skylar Astin in Paris right now. I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

Christmas with Jesse

Chapter One

I finished packing by putting my laptop in its bag; I doubt I would have enough free time to think up any new mixes, but it was worth bringing. I looked at the clock on Kimmy Jin's side of the dorm, it was 9:12, and if you asked me way too early to be ready for the day. In the next three minutes my boyfriend would be barging through my door, suitcase in hand. As if to read my mind, Jesse came in abruptly, yelling, "Beca! We're late! We're gonna miss the train!"

I rolled my eyes, "Jesse, you set your watch 20 minutes fast, remember?" He took a deep breath and sighed relief. For a very easy going guy, he was really high strung right now. "Baby, are you okay you seem really stressed." My eyes went wide, "Are you scared…crap, do you not want me coming with you? I totally don't have to if you don't want me too!"

He took a step forward and grabbed both my hands, intertwining them with his. I looked into his deep, dark baby blues, love was immediately taken over by worry in his eyes. "God, no. Becs, I cannot wait for you to meet my family! They are going to love you, just like I do..." He paused, looking down as if he wanted to confess something but was too embarrassed.

"What is it Jesse? I can handle it." He looked back up to me.

"Umm…it's just that…" He mumbled, still looking down. "I'm just afraid that my ex-girlfriend is going to be there…"

I cocked my head to the side, confused, "Why would she be there, Jesse?"

"Let's sit down for this." He said, as if to begin a long story.

We sat down on my bed right next to my duffle and laptop case. "Okay, shoot."

Jesse looked me straight in the eye, "So there was this girl, Abby, we've lived next door to each other for as long as I can remember and once we were in high school we tried to start dating and it didn't go so well. It was so weird, she was my best friend but we fell under the peer pressure of our friends and tried it. I wanted to end it, it was like kissing my sister, it felt wrong. She didn't though; want to end it I mean. Also, our families were such close friends that whether we were dating or not we still did game nights and holiday parties together and I'm just nervous that she's going to try to pull a move on me which I really do not want, especially with my girlfriend there and ugh, it's just annoying!" I smiled, trying not to laugh.

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Don't worry, if she tries to pull a move, I'll knock her out." Jesse smiles at me, instantly warming my heart. He puts his hand on the back of my neck guiding me to his lips. As I close the space between us, all I can think is how lucky I am to have him in my life. Unfortunately, I'm the first to pull away. "We have to get ready to leave."

Jesse chuckles, "Oh, ya, you're right." He looks behind him at his suitcase thrown on the floor. "Can't miss our ride back home."


We get off the train 6 hours later, exhausted, even though I slept most of the time on Jesse's shoulder. I'm completely caught off guard when I see three people screaming and waving our names, holding up a sign, reading 'Welcome Home Beca and Jesse!' written in huge bubble letters. Jesse grabs a hold of my hand and has me nearly jogging with him to these people. After Jesse hugs these people he steps back, "Guys, this is the Beca Mitchell." He says proudly, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "Beca, this is my mom, Carol, my dad, Scott, and my younger sister, Emma." Mrs. Swanson immediately pulls me in for a huge hug.

"Oh, Beca, it's so great to have you! I hope your folks don't mind that we're stealing you away for Christmas." Mind? They don't even care. My dad and Shelia are in the Bahamas and my mom is at her weekly boyfriend's house. I doubt they'll even call me on the actual day. It was either this or sit in my dorm all week.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." I say with a smile and it was true. I hug Emma and Jesse's dad, Mr. Swanson offers to take mine and Jesse's bag as we walk into the parking lot to the car. It's snowing furiously outside, guaranteeing a white Christmas. We hop into the Honda, me, Jesse, and Christina squish into the back for the twenty five minute drive to the house my boyfriend grew up in.

As we pull in to the driveway of a classic, beautifully old mansion, I gasp, "Your house is gorgeous! I can't believe you grew up here." I look over to Jesse, who is beaming with excitement, clearly happy to be home again. We all quickly run from the car to the house in attempt to avoid get covered with snow as much as possible. Mr. Swanson unlocks the front door, into the foyer, we all pile in. If you think the house if awesome on the outside, just wait until you're inside! It was out of a magazine,

"Home, sweet, home! It smells like cookies." Jesse was practically bouncing up and down.

Ï giggled at his giddiness, "You're such a nerd." The effect this boy had on me was remarkable.

"Honey, why don't you and Beca put your stuff down in your room and get ready for dinner."

"Okay, Mommy." I smiled, what a mama's boy this kid is. We walked up the stair case and took the first right. He opened the door and my immediate reaction was to laugh. There were trophies everywhere with music notes on top, also covering up the star painted walls were posters of all the best scored and sound tracked movies of all time, this couldn't be anybody else's room than my wonderful boyfriend's.

"Oh, baby. Jesse, this room is so…Jesse." I say as I set my bag on his twin bed with a navy blue comforter, attempting to hide Star Wars sheets. I'm not fooled that easily.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He then put his hands up in protest, "Take it or leave it, Beca." He said, with a huge smile on his face. I turned around to kiss him, after tasting the sweet sugar taste of his lips, he pulled away, "Beca, you're cheeks are rosy and cold." I smiled, taking off my navy blue peacoat and grey knit hat, letting my brown locks free from the cover. He took off his grey coat and the Santa he hasn't taken off till now, when I saw him take off his shoes I followed his moves. Suddenly his face was in my neck, his arms secured around my waist, I rolled my eyes, "You are so beautiful," He whispered into my neck.

"You are such a cheeseball."

"You love it." I could feel his smile on my skin.

"You're right, I do love you." It wasn't the first time I had said it but they weren't words that came out of my mouth every 20 minutes, unlike Jesse who was always saying it- never expecting anything back. Jesse turned me around and immediately pushed his wanting lips on mine. He slides his tongue across my bottom lip, begging for entrance into my mouth. Jesse was a great kisser; he had the ability to forget absolutely everything but the feel of his smooth lips that always taste like sugar, he then swiped everything off his bed onto the floor. Suddenly I'm lifted off the floor and pressed down into Star Wars sheets by his body weight.

I pulled away giggling, "Jesse, is this a trap to get some on your childhood bed?"

He continued to kiss down my jaw to my collarbone, attempting to go lower, "Why, is it working?"

"Babe, your parents and your sister are down stairs, waiting for us right now." He frowned, realizing that sex right now probably wasn't the greatest idea.

"You are probably right," I raised my eyebrows at him, of course I was right. "Your cheeks are still rosy but they're not so cold anymore." I blushed, I would never admit it but I was a closet sap, especially with Jesse. He sat up, pulling me with him, "Come on, let's go eat."

We held hands, walking into the kitchen; the granite covered island in the center was full with every ingredient ever needed to make pizza. "Tonight, I figured we can just do something fun, before we stuff ourselves at the Christmas Eve dinner; tomorrow." Mrs. Swanson said. "So Beca, you and Jesse can make one, Emma and I will make one, and Scott will make one and…" She was about to continue as I noticed the fourth ball of dough when a man in his late twenties came through the slider carrying a toddler and a woman whom he was holding hands. "You guys are late!"

"Chill out, Ma, we made it, didn't we?" The little boy was immediately taken by Carol.

He looked very happy to see her, "How's my baby?" She cooed.

"Nana! Guess what? I can walk now!" The little boy said.

"I heard, Rye Pie! Show me! Go walk to Uncle Jesse," We all observed the little boy waddle over to Jesse, how was crouching on the ground at his height. When he got to Jesse, he scooped him up, showering him with kisses, the toddler constantly giggling.

"Ryyyyannnn! How's my favorite little nephew?" Ryan just kept laughing; Jesse was really good with kids. Jesse pulled away from Ryan's face, resting him on his hip, "Beca, this is my brother, Derek, his wife, Lanie, and this little guy here, Ryan. Guys, this is Beca, my girlfriend of about nine months." Derek and Lanie walked over to me and each pulled me in for hugs. Derek had the Swanson dark baby blues with slightly reddish hair. Lanie's hair reminded me of Aubrey's curly blonde locks with warm chocolate orbs. Ryan had inherited Derek's eyes and Lanie's hair.

Ryan was suddenly launched into my arms, "You're pretty." He said in his little baby voice.

"Aww, thanks Ryan." I smiled down at him and tickled his side a little causing a fit of giggles.

He happily cried, still laughing, "Aunty Beca, stop! That tickles!" An extremely awkward silence fell over the room. Damn, this kid was smart.

Jesse's POV

Everybody gasped, shit…I hope Beca's okay with this is only two after all. Then she did the unexpected. First: she giggled. Second: she went along with it. Oh my god. "So, Ryan, how old are you?"

"I'm two!" He showed her with his fingers while being latched onto her hip.

"Really? You are such a big boy, aren't you?" She congratulated him while frivolously tickling his side. He squirmed with excitement, screaming high pitched giggles, filly the room with smiles. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed her temple whispering,

"I'm so glad you're mine."

I noticed her million watt smile as Ryan waddled over to my mom yelling, "Nana, Aunty Beca called me a big boy! I'm a big boy!" Everyone in the room laughed at how excited he was.


After making pizzas we were sitting with my family in the living room watching old Christmas movies, Beca had her legs thrown over mine on the love seat, my arm wrapped around her. Derek and Lanie went to put Ryan to bed, they were staying for the three days Beca and I were. Her head suddenly fell more heavily on my shoulder and her breathing got deeper, "I think Beca's asleep so goodnight everybody." There was a chorus of goodbyes as I carried Beca up the stairs, bridal style. Once we were in my room I laid her on the bed and went into her bag, once I got some sweatpants and a shirt I started pulling off her jeans and shirt, putting the pajamas on her. I could tell she had woken up but she didn't protest, or even open her eyes. I changed myself and slipped us under the covers, holding her close to me, "I love you", I whispered into her neck.

"I love you." She said quietly before us both drifting off again.

A/N: So that was Day 1 and this will be a three-shot, this is also my first story. I have to go back to school tomorrow so I will try to update ASAP…***ONE REVIEW = ONE VIRTUAL HIGH-FIVE!***