Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect. I wish I did but I don't. Jason Moore.

A/N: Here you go weirdos. I was up all night writing this for you guys so I hope you like it! It's epiphany day! Amen! If you read my profile you would know that I'm very religious. So ya, here you go, I love you awesome nerds! Every email I get saying someone has read my story and liked it a tear threatens to escape my eye. You guys make me the happiest girl ever. Marry me? Kisses, Emma (Emerson is my birth name btw)

I did my best to edit, please no judgy!

Chapter 3: Day 2 Part 2

"Okay," I sighed, giving in to the cuteness of these two boys. They both shot up from the couch pulling me with them. Ryan had his snow pants and boots by the door, but Jesse and I went up his room to get some of our own. Luckily, I had brought boots and a coat but Jesse gave me one of his old pairs from middle school, which I found hilarious because they fit like a glove. As we trudged downstairs, Emma was helping Ryan put on his gloves and hat, Jesse and I did the same and before I knew it we were jumping in the front lawn in the snow, laughing. Ryan was still little so we couldn't do a snow ball fight but Jesse suggested to make a snow man.

"Becs, you roll the medium one, Ryan; can you roll the head? And I will get the big one." Jesse said, prepared with a Santa hat, scarf, and a carrot, we just had to find some rocks under all the snow. Jesse and Ryan immediately started rolling; I just sat and admired their teamwork. Ryan couldn't get his started so Jesse came up behind him and rolled the starting ball with him. All sudden I was taken to place, picturing myself having a future and a family with this remarkable man in front of me. He looked over to me with a crooked grin that made my heart melt little by little, "Well, are you going to watch or are you going to help?" He asked teasingly.

I ran over to them and leaned over Jesse who was on Ryan; I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his freezing cold ear revealed from his hat. "Aunty Beca, dis is hawd."

"Well, bud, me and Uncle Jesse are going to help you." He smiled brightly at me. Jesse and I finally got a small mound going for him and we went to work on our own. Half way through mine, Jesse and Ryan were done.

They were waiting around for me, lounging in a huge snow bank on the side of the picket fence. "Need help there, Million Dollar Baby?"

I turned to him and raised my eyebrows, "Are you doubting my abilities, Jesse?"

"Look, Becs, just admit it, you want my help." I huffed and turned back to him. I shot him a quick glare to be met with a toothy grin. "You're cute when you're determined." I was almost done with the body, perfectly smooth and at a perfect size. I stood up straight, put my hands on my hips and looked down, proudly at work when I felt something hit my butt. I turned around and looked down at my butt; which was covered with snow; clearly from a snow ball.

Jesse was suspiciously turned around; whistling as I threw right back at him. He gasped, "Beca! Why ever would you do that?" He said slyly. I smiled at him.

"You are such a weirdo! You know that?" My smiled got bigger and he ran to me and threw me down, him on top. I quickly rolled us over, if someone was going to be in the snow; it was him. I was barely touching the ground, my body so much smaller than his, yet we fit together perfectly. "Jerk." I muttered. We stared into each other's eyes before going into a small, loving kiss. We pulled away, smiling hugely like idiots. Ryan plopped down into the snow next to us.

"Uncle Jesse, Aunty Beca! We need to put the snowman togedder!" He whined to us and we laughed.

"You are right, Ry. We do. Aunt Beca came and tackled me from nowhere!" I rolled my eyes and pushed him more into the snow. Jesse rolled us over stood up, and then reached down to pull me up too. Once I was up, I picked Ryan up to his feet. We carefully rolled the balls to the middle of the lawn to the left side of the house. Jesse; very gently put mine on top of his.

"Uncle Jesse, can I put mine on top?" Ryan asked.

"Sure, bud! Beca can you pick him up? And then Ryan will grab the ball and I'll help you guys put it on as the head." Jesse gave me instructions and I nodded, picking up Ryan from behind, placing my hands under his arms. He reached down to grab the ball very carefully, and super adorable.

"You got a good hold on the ball, buddy?" He nodded and I lifted him up in front of my face, Jesse guided us to the snowman and Ryan place the snowball where it belonged.

We all cheered, "Yay!"

"Time to decorate!" Jesse exclaimed; I was still holding Ryan as Jesse handed him the Santa hat. Ryan put it on and I placed him in the snow. I grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around its neck. Ryan and Jesse had collected rocks for the eyes, mouth and buttons when I was rolling the body; they placed those on. I grabbed the carrot and stuck it in its face with force. We all stepped back when Jesse yelled, "It needs arms!" Ryan gasped and had a shocked look on his face and I raised an eyebrow at him, he was so innocent and young. Jesse ran over to bush next to the fence that was uncovered with snow and had lost all its leaves; he pulled two limbs off and handed one to me. We walked over and stuck them in its sides. The door opened with Carol peeking through the door.

"Oh, my darlings! This is great! I'm going to get my camera! Do. Not. Move!" Soon enough she was back outside in front of the snowman with a camera, the sun was setting and giving off good light. I scooped Ryan up and went to the right side of the snowman, Jesse followed, placing his arm around my waist. We all smiled as Carol took a few pictures of 'Ryan's first snowman!' "Alright, kids come inside, we have to get ready!" We followed her lead into the house.

Lanie greeted us at the door, "Come on, baby, you need a bath!" Ryan squealed as they walked upstairs. Jesse and I took off our gear and we retreated upstairs as well.

"You're awesome." He said as he closed the door. His hand moved around my neck to cup my jaw and he kissed my nose, I tilted my head up and kissed him on the mouth. We stood there for a couple minutes, soaking the feeling of each other in. Jesse's hand was in my hair as the other was exploring my back. One of mine was caressing his jaw and the other squeezing his shoulder. Our tongues battled for dominance unceremoniously.

Unfortunately, I was the first to pull away, "I have to take a shower, baby." He nodded, our foreheads pressed together.

"Mind if I join you? To save water, of course." He flashed me a crooked grin.

"Yes. But, no funny business, we only have a certain amount of time."

Twenty minutes later we were back in Jesse's room. I slipped on some underwear, a bra, and skinny jeans. Jesse was wearing khakis while still being completely shirtless when he threw me a singing red lump of thread. I opened it up from the folding and started to laugh nervously, "Jesse? What the hell is this?"

He looked at me; completely serious, "That is your sweater, well my old one but you are going to wear it tonight." I looked at it; it was bright red with a green collar, cuff, and bottom lining. Along the lining were little jingle bells, that's why it made noise when he threw it. In the middle was a woven in picture of three elves with a jingle bell on the tip of each hat.

I laughed at him, "What makes you think I would where this?"

"Surprise! Each year we have a Christmas Eve party. An ugly Christmas Eve sweater party. Do not worry, everybody in our family wears one." I laughed and pulled it over my head. I put it to my nose hoping that it would at least smell like him. It doesn't; it smells like a closet.

"Hey, J… where is your cologne?" I asked him.

"Becs, why would you want this?" He said holding the bottle of some Burberry fragrance bottle.

"Because, if I'm gonna wear your sweater, than I'm going to smell like you." I said to him like it was the most obvious thing in the whole world.

"Okay, if you really want to." He replied, wearily. He came over and sprayed some on my chest, laughing. Once he was done I stepped closer, my sweater to his bare chest. I kissed his cheek and lingered there, teasingly.

"Get dressed, lover boy." I walked over to his bed and sat on the edge as he strutted toward me. I looked up innocently, "What?" He took the opportunity to kiss me hard on the mouth before walking away to put his sweater on. It was a cranberry color with an image of Santa sitting in his sleigh with his reindeer flying; going around his whole torso. He twirled for me and I cat whistled.

"You know there is a competition for best sweater."

"Of course there is!" I exclaimed, not surprised, I love this family so much. I put my hair back into a ponytail and did my makeup. Jesse waited for me so we could walk downstairs together. We got half way down the staircase when I realized I forget something in my bag. I kissed Jesse's cheek and told him to wait for me downstairs. He didn't question but was confused, letting me retreat nonetheless. I went into a pocket in my bag I grabbed the gifts. Lanie, Emma, and I had gone shopping earlier; we snuck away while everyone was sitting at home, before the cooking/decorating/snowman making frenzy. Lanie made a big deal of me not buying anything for her and Derek. I got Ryan a shirt that says 'My Aunt and Uncle Rock!' and there was a guitar on it and I had already made a mix CD for Emma the week before we came. Jesse and I had both decided to chip in with Lanie, Emma and Derek to get Carol and Scott a cruise trip in the Mediterranean Sea. What I was really excited for was what I got Jesse; it was tickets to see a special premiere of The Breakfast Club in theaters for one day only. Then when I was out shopping I saw a tee shirt that said 'Help! I'm in treble!' which I couldn't resist getting.

I walked downstairs to casually slip the presents under the tree when I saw them all sitting there and everyone was in their own ridiculous sweaters. Before they noticed me I went into the living room and placed the gifts under the tree. I walked in the kitchen where they were lingering around the food, ready to dive in. They all laughed as I came in the room. "Lookin' good, Beca." Derek remarked, I stood next to him and rolled my eyes as I playfully hit his arm.

The doorbell rang; Carol rushed to the door to greet the incoming people. Soon I was introduced to Jesse's Aunt Anna, Uncle Rick and their daughter, who was mine and Jesse's age; Suzie. Suzie seemed really nice, she had straight dark hair and Rick being Scott's brother, she had the Swanson's blue eyes. Throughout the night I learned that she was a freshman at Harvard and was really down to earth.

Twenty minutes later a man, woman, and a girl my age walked in. The girl had bouncy, blonde hair and hazel eyes, minimum make up and was super- model tall. I was soon introduced to her as Abby Waters. She shot daggers at Jesse's arm around my waist, as I was half on top of him on the love seat later that night. We were all gathered in the living room making small talk while Carol prepared the table with Emma. Ryan suddenly ran over to me and climbed up our legs, "Aunty Beca, are we gwonna open pwesents yet?" I noticed Abby almost do a spit take with eggnog when he called me Aunty.

I smiled down at him, "Not tonight, buddy. We have to wait for Santa to come and the when he gets here you'll be sleeping but when you wake up there will be so many presents for you to open!" His expressions grew with excitement with each word that I said.

He quickly jumped off me and ran to where Derek was, "Dada, when is Santa gwona be hewr?

"Later, Ry." Derek replies; scooping him onto his lap, placing kisses on his face, I smiled at them.

"Dinner is ready!" Emma cried from the other room. We all shuffled in, taking our seats that were labeled by her moments ago. I was seated in the middle of the side of the table between Jesse and Emma. Abby was directly across from me. We all served ourselves ham, sweet potatoes, green beans, lasagna (weird combo, but strangely delicious), and wine for everyone but Emma.

Of course, people started talk by asking Jesse and I questions and obviously Abby had the courtesy to go first. "So, Beca, how long have you and Jesse been together? I've known him my whole life." She says promptly.

I try to play nice, "About nine months we've been together but I met him on the first day, freshman year." I replied hoping for Jesse to intervene and back me up.

Jesse, thankfully, butts in, "Well, I would say we've been together for a year in four months because, now Beca will try to deny it, but she was secretly into me ever since I first serenaded her before actually knowing who she was."

I laughed, "I do deny it, actually."

"Well if it matters any, I think I loved you from the first verse." He turned my head and he kissed me. Most people cooed, not Abby. She looked beyond pissed.

"Thanks, cheeseball. I love you too, nerd." He kissed my cheek and I put a green bean in my mouth to keep people from directly asking me more.

Dinner continued, fairly normal, yet uncomfortable with Abby staring at Jesse and I's intertwined hands; swinging between the chairs. Right before dessert the Water's and the Swanson's went to other family parties and soon enough and my Swanson's were done cleaning and relaxing on the couches, talking. The more time I spend with these people the more I love them. Scott stood up suddenly, "Derek, Jesse, drum roll please." They both banged on their knees. "It is time to vote for the best ugly sweater! Carol and I nominated our top three and they are, another drum roll, Lanie, Jesse, and Beca! Would you lovely family members please stand in front of the fire place, please?" The three of us went to the front. Lanie's sweater was matching with Ryan and Derek's', each of theirs were navy blue with a snowman while it was snowing, each was labeled 'MOM', 'DAD', or 'BABY'. Lanie won though because the snowwoman was classically hilarious.

Scott continued, "You three cannot vote but we will! Oldest first, who votes Lanie's?"

Derek and Carol raised their hands, "Love you, Mama." Derek exclaimed.

"That's two. What about Jesse?" Ryan raised his hand and Jesse knelt down to high-five him.

"No one else? That's one. What about Beca?" Scott raised his hand, as did Carol and Ryan. "Looks like Beca wins!"

"Yay! Aunty Beca!"

"Wait, what? You can vote more than once?" I questioned.

"Scott, Ryan and I can but not the young adults." Carol reasoned.

I shrugged, who was I to question the rules? I won after all. I got the prize of love and honor. I smiled, that's all I could ever ask from this family.