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Chapter Three


"How was the tea party?" Jesse asked as Aubrey walked downstairs with Beca behind her.

"Fine," Aubrey said with a smile.

"Sophie served the finest tea I ever had," Beca said when Jesse looked at her.

"It was empty, Beca."

"You must have been a joy as a child," Beca rolled her eyes as she pushed past her. "Parents probably didn't have to worry about telling their kids Santa didn't exist, I'm sure you did it for them."

"Beca!" Aubrey exclaimed and then turned to Jesse since he was laughing. "Don't laugh, it's not funny."

"Right, not funny at all," Jesse said, smirking a bit. "Lighten up, Aubrey."

"Thanks," she huffed as she followed Beca into the dining room.

"Mom, can I talk to you about something quick?" Jesse asked.

"Sure, sweetheart," Diane said, having a feeling she knew what he was going to ask for. They walked into her bedroom and she sat down on the bed, Jesse sitting at the desk. "So, what's up?"

"Remember when I was leaving for college and you got all emotional? You said that if I met a girl and wanted to get married, I would have to come to you first and get Grandma's engagement ring."

"Jesse," she said, shaking her head no. "I can't give you the ring, especially if you intend on giving it to Aubrey."

"Why not?"

"You barely know the girl, honey. You didn't even know she had a sister!"

"There's a lot of couples that don't meet the families until after," Jesse said.

"Yeah? And tell me, how long do those marriages last?"

"I don't know the statistics on it, Mom," he rolled his eyes. "So, you're not going to give me the ring?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"Fine," he said, walking out without a second glance. Diane sighed, taking her glasses off and rubbing at her eyes. She didn't like having to deny Jesse, but she just couldn't give him the ring.

"Everything alright, Jess?" Chloe said when Jesse walking into the kitchen clearly annoyed.

"Great, just great," he said. "Is dinner ready yet?"

"Almost, go sit," Chloe said, giving him a questioning look.

"Mom, Dad, hope you don't mind. I brought Donald over for dinner," Hat said when he walked into the house. "Looks like we've already got another person over for dinner. Hello."

"Hi, I'm Beca," she said. "Aubrey's step-sister."

"So I have to ask, was Bumper's guess correct when she'd wind up being Jesse's baby mama from a past fling?" he asked jokingly.

"Uh," Beca said, looking at Jesse, who looked like he was about to pass out. "Yeah, okay," she scoffed, playing it off. "I didn't even want to be friends with him at first, so let's not go that far."

"You two know each other?"

"Met through work a while back," Jesse said.

"He annoyed the crap out of me until I couldn't take it anymore and figured he wouldn't be as annoying if I let him talk to me, but I was wrong."

"Jesse is a persistent bastard," Hat agreed. "I'm sure he annoyed Aubrey until she decided to go out with him."

"No," she said quietly, shaking her head.

"I asked her out on a date when she called," Jesse said, not wanting to cause an issue. "I had completely intended on being the persistent bastard I usually am, but something had come up."

"Oh," Beca said, looking at Jesse then looking away. "You're lucky, Bree. He's super irritating. I wanted to choke him but I realized I needed him for work, so that didn't happen."

"Good thing it didn't happen," Jesse said, jokingly narrowing his eyes at her. "Donald, stop flirting with my baby sister. It's disgusting."

"I wasn't flirting," Donald said defensively. "I was merely having a conversation with her, that's all."

"Conversation my ass," Jesse muttered.

"Is there anything I could do to help?" Beca asked as she got up from the dining room table. Gary was carving the turkey and Diane had come back from her bedroom and was starting on a salad.

"No, go sit. We're almost done. Have a drink," Diane said with a smile. "Thank you for the offer, though."

"Okay," Beca said, returning to her seat next to Stacie and across from Jesse and Aubrey.


"Sorry we're late. The elevator at the Inn broke and Amy was too tired to walk down the stairs," Bumper said as they walked into the dining room and sat down at the table, which was filled with all different types of food.

"Your son wouldn't step away from the mirror for half an hour, so I fell asleep and it takes me a while to get ready to do things," she said.

"Now that everyone is here, we can say grace," Gary said.

"Grace?" Jesse said with a smirk. "She died thirty years ago."

"The blessing," Beca shot back.

"Very good, Mitchell. Looks like I did get through to you," he said with a smile.

"I don't get it," Aubrey whispered to Jesse, who looked pained when she said that, which made Beca laugh.

"Now that that's over," Gary said in an amused tone. "Thank you for the wonderful meal we're able to have and to share with friends and family on this holiday."

"Amen," everyone said together.

"So, Bumper and Hat are unusual names," Beca said a little while into dinner.

"Beca," Aubrey warned.

"What? I'm just wondering if they actually named their children Bumper and Hat, what drugs they were on when they did, and if they have anymore because that must have been some good stuff," Beca said with a laugh.

"Bumper's actual name is Adam and Hat is really Elliot," Diane said with a smile.

"So, how did you arrive at those nicknames then?"

"Pretty self-explanatory, actually," Gary said. "Hat used to have the craziest hats when he was younger. I'm talking the propeller beanies and cowboy hats and anything you could think of, he had. His classmates started calling him Hat, and it just caught on."

"Not too bad," Beca said. "What about Bumper?"

"I used to run into walls," Bumper said and saw the look Beca had on her face. "I'm serious. My grandfather called me Bumper and it kind of stuck."

"That's sweet," Beca said. "The running into walls explains so much."

"Beca," Aubrey said again.

"Relax, Bree," Beca said, rolling her eyes at her sister.

"Bumper and Hat are nothing," Stacie snorted. "They have a friend named Unicycle."

"Did he have an unfortunate experience with a unicycle?"

"No, he just rides it everywhere."

"What? Does he think he's a circus clown or something?"

"I like clowns," Aubrey said.

"Yuck, they creep me out," Beca said with a shiver before turning to Diane. "Everyone in this family is rather close in age from what I'm gathering."

"No more than two years apart," Diane said.

"Wow," Beca said, nodding approvingly. "Not bad, Mr. Swanson."

"I tried," he said with a smirk as he shrugged.

"And you definitely succeeded," Beca laughed. "How old is everyone again? I know Jesse is 30."

"Chloe is 28, Hat is 26, Bumper is 24, and Stacie is 23," Gary told her.

"We're Irish twins," Bumper said as he pulled Stacie's hair and she threw a carrot at him.

"Irish twins?" Aubrey asked.

"You call siblings who are born less than a year apart Irish twins," Jesse explained.

"Why?"

"It's just a saying, Aubrey," Beca said. "Not everyone needs an explanation."

"Oh," she said quietly. Aubrey couldn't help but be a little jealous of how easily Beca was getting along with Jesse's family, especially since she wasn't the girlfriend. She turned to Bumper and Amy to try to talk to them. "How long have you two been married?"

"Three years," Amy said. "Married him just so I could get my green card. We were young, but I wanted to stay in the country."

"Completely understandable," Beca nodded with a smirk.

"And my irresistibly good looks," Bumper said. "Which hopefully we'll be passing on to a future Swanson."

"You two are trying?" Aubrey asked.

"We were, but one of us is broken," Amy joked. "I've either got bad eggs or he's got bad sperm. We got checked last week, so we're waiting to find out our best options."

"Great dinner time conversation," Hat said. "I love a little sperm with my steak."

"Doesn't everyone," Chloe said and laughed. "Thank God Sophie was tired after she ate so quickly. Don't need another one of those conversations with her."

"We've been looking into surrogacy, adoption, and IVF treatments," Bumper explained. "It's just extremely expensive."

"Maybe it's a sign," Aubrey said, and received some questioning looks.

"A sign for what, exactly?"

"Well, what I mean is that, not everyone is meant to be parents," she said.

"What makes you think we're not meant to be parents?" Amy said defensively.

"I, I was just saying. Like, when a woman miscarriages, it could be for the best," Aubrey tried. Beca's fork fell out of her hand and clattered on the plate.

"Sorry," she said quietly, not looking up from her plate. She felt Jesse's eyes on her. "Aubrey, stop."

"I'm just saying."

"Just stop, please."

"Like, look what happened with you, Beca," she said and Beca gasped. "It worked out for the best, right?"

"That's enough," Gary said, seeing how uncomfortable Beca was.

"That's not exactly how I see it, Aubrey," Beca said, glancing up at Jesse and wishing things turned out differently.

"But look how successful you are now. A baby would have only ruined that."

"Not everything in life is about being successful, Aubrey," Jesse said coldly. "Losing a baby is difficult for both parents. It's the worst feeling ever, it changes everything for the worst."

"What do you know about that?" Aubrey questioned.

"I, I would just assume," Jesse stuttered, avoiding Beca's glare.

"Um, thank you for dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson," Beca said, getting up from the table. "Thank you for having me. Merry Christmas."

"Beca, Beca wait," Jesse said, getting up to follow her but Aubrey grabbed his wrist.

"Jesse?"

"Don't," he said, pulling his wrist out of her grasp and following Beca to the door. "Beca, don't go."

"It's better if I go," she said, pulling on her coat. "Aubrey can't go since she's your girlfriend, and I don't want to further embarrass myself in front of your family by killing my own sister on Christmas Eve."

"I don't think Stacie would mind at all. You'd probably become her best friend," he joked, but it didn't work. He took her face in his hands and wiped away the tears that were silently falling. "Stay."

"Merry Christmas, Jesse," she said, opening the door and walking away from him. He stood frozen at the door, not knowing what to do.

"You're going to go after her, right?" Chloe said when she came up behind him.

"Eventually," he sighed. "It's best giving her some space. I would know."

"I'm the only one who knows, Jess. So don't worry, your secret is safe with me," she told him. "At least you have an excuse to go get her."

"What excuse would that be?"

"She left her luggage here," Chloe said with a smirk as she pointed down at the floor.


So, I think the second movie is pretty obvious now lol. I used Rosie and Marco's storyline from What to Expect When You're Expecting. To the few people who guessed correctly, good job.

Let me know what you thought of this chapter, thanks everyone :)