Hey guys! WOO, TWO IN ONE DAY. So, here's the fourth one-shot. I was just watching TV when the most random idea popped into my head. This isn't a song-fic, this is based on that story on Facebook about the husband who's having an affair and wants a divorce but the wife's condition is that he has to carry her to the door every morning before he goes to work. SO, Jesse might seem like an ass for a majority of it, consider this a fair warning.

PS: This whole chapter will be in Jesse's POV

I didn't intend for this to happen, I didn't intend for any of this to happen, but it just…did. And I know I'm the biggest asshole in the world right now. For God's sakes she's my college sweetheart and wife for ten years, how could I do this to her right? I still love her, there's no doubt about that but right now love just isn't enough. I realized that the moment I couldn't keep my dick in my pants when the new secretary, Ashley started at the studio I worked at with her tight dress and push up bra. After that drunken night in the bar's bathroom when my wife was working late, she insisted that we continue our little secret – and after the fifth time I told her that I'd leave my wife, I couldn't do this to her anymore, she deserves way better. Ashley was thrilled. So I filed for divorce and a few weeks later, the papers came. I was guilty and I was ashamed, I was a terrible fucking person and I knew it.

So after work, I drove home and trudged up the stairs, thanking the nanny and telling her goodbye before I checked in our bedroom to find it empty. I closed the door and walked to my son's room. I cracked open his door to see the seven year old strumming on his guitar, his scruffy brown hair hung over his forehead, his eyebrows pulled together as his blue eyes tried to decipher the notes on the sheet music he received from his last lesson. I watched the way his nose wrinkled when he made a sour note…he was so much like his mother. The floorboards beneath my feet creaked and his head snapped up to look at me and a warm smile appeared on his face to welcome me.

"Hey bud, you're doing a great job." I said encouragingly, trying to keep the sadness from seeping into my tone.

"Thanks dad, I'm working on you and mom's song." He said with a toothy smile, "Mr. Darnell said it's a little too advanced for me but I think I can pull it off." My face fell as tears burned my eyes threatening to spill over. This time I couldn't hide it and his face filled with concern, "What's wrong?" I didn't want Greyson to get involved; he's too young to be dealing with things like this. "Nothing, Grey. It's just…Daddy might not be staying home tonight." I explained, not fully telling him in fear of breaking his heart, he thought his parents were the perfect example of true love. His face fell, sadness clouding his expression, "What?...Wh-Why?" His voice started to break; it put me in so much pain to see him like this. "Just…work, I'll be back though, I promise, okay?" I kneeled in front of him, placing both hands on his shoulders to keep him from collapsing to the floor. He nodded dejectedly, "Daddy?" His voice was barely above a whisper, I sniffled myself, "Yes?" I looked into his eyes, there were so much emotions mixed into his deep blue orbs that I couldn't make out. "I love you." My eyes burned, I pulled him flush against me, cradling him into my arms, "I love you too, Greyson. I'm sorry." He nodded into my chest and pulled away, I looked back at his eyes – glassy with a slight tinge of red, but no tears – he was strong – like his mother. I walked to his desk and plucked the bulky Sony headphones from their place and walked back to him, placing them in his hands. "When Mommy comes home I'm going to need you to put these on and listen to your iPod, okay? Can you do that for me?" He nodded, taking the headphones from me, "Thank you." I said before kissing him on the forehead. Just then I heard her Honda Civic pull into the driveway, it ran for a while before she cut the engine. I gave Greyson one last heartfelt smile before exhaling deeply and heading towards the door. I saw him put his headphones on and heard the soft music leak from the speakers. I gave him an apologetic look before exiting and shutting the door behind me.

I walked slowly downstairs, hearing her fiddling with the keys, then the sound of the lock turning. An immense amount of nervousness washed over me as my heart thudded in my chest and the contents of my stomach stirred, threatening to empty itself all over the floor. She entered, her tiny form was a silhouette in the unlit room, she carried her bag that held her lap top, and blew a strand of hair that fell in front of her face. I stood still at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her to notice me, she toed her boots off before settling her bag on the table by the door. She still hadn't noticed me so I decided to make myself known. I cleared my throat making her jump and yelp slightly, she reached for the light switch and flicked it on, giving me a full view of her. She wore her hair up in a messy bun; the dark make-up around her eyes grew thin over the last ten years, along with the slight wrinkling at the corners of her eyes. Her many piercings reduced to single diamond studs, and her clothes have gotten less dark. She wore a pair of denim skinny jeans that hugged her curves and a tan button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She was beautiful, anyone could see that…and I was going to miss this – miss her. "Jesus, Jesse! You scared the shit out of me!" She clutched her chest; a habit she required whenever she was frightened.

I gave her a small smile, "Sorry." My tone was flat and she instantly knew something was up.

"Alright, what's wrong? Have a bad day at work?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow at me before nonchalantly walking to our living room and plopping herself down on our loveseat. "Hey where's Greyson?"

I shook my head, "No work was fine…Greyson's in bed."

She looked confused, "Already? It's only eight, and I brought him ice cream."

I walked slowly to the living room and sat in the seat opposite from her so that we were facing each other. My elbows rested on my knees and my hands clasped together, "I…kind of made him go to bed."

Her confusion only grew as she looked at me, my hands began getting sweaty; how the hell am I supposed to work into this. "Why would you do that? Jesse, what's going on?" She questioned, concern joining her confusion.

"Beca…I…" I trailed off, not wanting to say this because I know it'll break her heart – shatter it into a million pieces before my eyes and reduce it to a liquid goo that'll seep through the floorboard.

Her anger rose, "Jesse. I swear to God, tell me right now."

"I want a divorce." I blurted out, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. I couldn't even look at her, how could I? I just ruined her life, the minutes of silence passed and I finally grew some balls and looked at her. Her expression was impassable – unreadable. I searched them, for the vaguest amount of recognizable emotion, and then I saw it…and then she spoke.

She laughed a little, "I'm sorry what? I think I'm hearing things. Because it sounded like you wanted a divorce. You've got to be fucking kidding me, Jesse!" I couldn't respond; I didn't know how to respond. When I didn't speak her emotions changed multiple times before it finally settled. Disbelief, sadness, betrayal, hatred…Anger. All directed towards me.

"Beca, I'm sorry. I –"

"No! You do not get to say that, Swanson! You think you can just up and leave? You don't get to say that to me! What the fuck is the matter with you? We have a son, Jesse! We've been together for fifteen years! Don't you even dare say you're sorry!" She was pissed, and she had every right to lash out at me. So I sat back, letting her take every blow that she needed.

"I can't believe you, you coward! We don't even have any problems! What went wrong Jesse? Why the fuck would you leave me and our seven year old son? You know how that fucked me up when my parents split! And you think you have the fucking right to leave? Screw you Jesse! Screw you! How could you be so selfish?" Tears trickled from her eyes in single tears, she was fighting to hold them back.

"How could you leave us? Leave me! Leave Greyson! What happened to 'till death do us part'! Do you even love us?"

I stood from my seat, my fists balled, "Of course I do! I love you guys more than anything!" I yelled over her.

She glared at me, baring her teeth, "Then why are you leaving!" I was taken aback, I couldn't just tell her, I didn't know how. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out, I didn't know what to say, she stared at me, and the realization dawned on her. "There's someone else…" She trailed off, her voice was softer, but colder. When I didn't answer again, her expression turned into one of true horror. "You son of a bitch." She seethed. I hung my head in shame and sunk back into the chair.

"You son of a bitch!" She yelled louder, "How could you!" Her voice was beginning to crack now, "You lied to me…" Her shaking voice was just above a whisper, "You lied to me! You mother fucker, you lied to me!" She stalked towards me, poking her finger to my chest, "You told me that we weren't like my parents. You told me that you'd never leave me. You made me fall in love with you. You were supposed to be the one!" She poked my chest with each accusation. Rage and hatred oozing from every word she said, "But you didn't mean any of it…you're just a spineless coward." The last word left her mouth and I knew that she was done, she decided that I wasn't worth her time, and she was right. She went back to sit in her seat and she crossed her arms and glared at me.

I sighed and pulled the envelope out of my coat and placed it on the table that separated us, "These are the divorce papers, just sign it and I'll be out of your hair. You can have fifty percent of the money, the house – anything. I just need to see my kid, I need to be in his life."

"I don't want your money." She spat.

"Then what do you want?" I asked desperately.

"I'll sign them – on one condition." Her voice was softer now and less cold.

My brows furrowed as I looked at my wife – I mean, Beca. "What's your condition?"

She took a deep breath and exhaled, most likely to calm herself, "For the next thirty days, you will sleep in the same bed as me, and carry me to the door just as you did when we first bought this house every morning before we part ways for work. Then, I'll sign the papers." Her request was a little odd, but justified, so I agreed. After that, she rose quietly from her seat and went upstairs. When I heard the shower start, I breathed out, only then noticed that I had been holding my breath. I went to the kitchen, loosening my tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons. I reached in the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of tequila, opened it, and drank it straight from the bottle.

About an hour later I finally decided to go upstairs, I opened the door to our bedroom slowly, making the hinges creak. The light from the hall landed on Beca, sound asleep in our bed. Her hair sprawled out on the pillow, and she was curled up into her famous Beca ball. I shrugged out of my jacket and pants, leaving me in my boxers and dress shirt. I unbuttoned it and let it slide off my shoulders and replaced it with a tee shirt. I got into bed, careful not to disturb her; I faced away from her this time and let myself drift off to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.

The next morning, I woke up from the light leaking through the window I always kept open. My arm flew to Beca's side on instinct, only to have it land on the empty space of the bed. My eyes snapped open and I jolted into a sitting position, remembering all the event of the previous night. I sat there for a while, just staring at the white wall opposite of me that held our wedding picture. This time my heart broke, that was the day she gave her heart to me…the day she told me we'd be together forever. God, so much has changed, hopefully she'd be able to find someone to make her happy. Of course she would, she's beautiful and charming and sarcastic. The sudden sound of her voice brought me from my reverie.

"Morning, nerd." She came from our bathroom putting up her hair into a ponytail, allowing a few strands to fall in her face.

"Morning." I sat there gawking at her, how could she be so calm right now?

"You better get out of bed or you're going to be late for work." She said whilst putting on her eyeliner and mascara.

"Yeah…" Was all I could say. Beca was truly strong, I had basically tore her heart out last night and here she is, acting like nothing happened.

When she finished applying the rest of her make-up she sighed and turned to me, "Look, I know you just want to get out right now, but we have to act normal for Greyson's sake. At least until I'm ready to tell him why his dad is leaving, okay?" Her voice was firm, and demanding with a hint of pleading. A pang of guilt hit me…Greyson.

I nodded my head, "Yeah, I understand."

"Good. Now hurry up and get ready, you still need to carry me downstairs." She let tight lipped smile show on her face for a second. That's right, her conditions. I shuffled out of bed and got ready, fishing a new suit out of my closet and putting it on. By the time I was done, she was waiting for me at our bedroom door.

I smiled lightly before hooking one arm beneath her knees and the other around her waist. I hoisted her up so she was cradled in my arms, and her head fell against my chest. We walked out the door and down the stairs, she wasn't hard to carry, she was still small and light. Halfway down the stairs she sighed heavily and buried her head further into my chest and her arms hooked around my neck. When we reached the door, we untangled ourselves from each other as I put her down gently on the floor. Greyson came running from the kitchen where he was eating his cereal and embraced us in a hug, "Is everything okay? Are you guys all better?" He asked quietly, hope filling his voice.

"Yeah bud, we're fine." I hated lying to him; I wanted to just jump off a cliff because I didn't deserve them, these amazing people. Just then a horn honked outside, telling us the school bus was here. Greyson grabbed his bag and dashed out the door, giving us each quick kisses and 'I love you's. Then Beca and I walked outside and said quick byes before parting ways to our separate cars, going to our separate jobs.

That day at work I told Ashley that I told Beca about the divorce and her conditions. She laughed in my face and told me that it was ridiculous but to give it to her anyway because in thirty days, I'd be a free man, in her words. The day went by achingly slow; one of the violinists got the stomach flu and decided to come to work. He left every 10 minutes to puke up his food and we couldn't even finish two sections of the score. The director told me that I could stay and keep working if I wanted, I agreed, not wanting to face my wife and son. I texted Beca telling her I was staying at work a little late and that I was sorry. She told me no problem because she finished recording early and was going to pick Greyson up from school. So I stayed, playing around on the piano for what seemed like hours before I realized I had created a whole new song in so little time. I played it again, listening to the slow tempo and somber melody as my hands moved across the keys. I looked at the clock to see it was already nine thirty, I should head home.

When I got home I found Beca in her pajamas, wrapped tightly in a blanket with the TV on. I looked to see the main menu of The Breakfast Club playing on loop. I sighed and clicked the remote to turn off the TV and carried her up to our bed. I watched the rise and fall of her chest and the peacefulness of her face, the twitch of her mouth or the crinkle of her nose. I laid her down and pulled the covers over her and she instantly curled up, bringing her knees to her stomach. I showered and joined her in bed, facing her this time, and just watched her until I nodded off to sleep.

The next day, we repeated our routine of the previous day. I found it easier to carry her – emotionally, the aroma of her perfume consumed me as I carried her down the stairs. She leaned into my chest with ease, a small smile playing at her lips when she heard Greyson prancing behind us, clapping his hands at his seemingly happy parents. I looked closely at her face like I did the previous night, looking at the wrinkles on her forehead and the bags beneath her eyes, she truly looked exhausted, both emotionally and physically. I also noticed the laugh lines on her face, those beautiful laugh lines that were permanently etched into her skin from the years of happiness she's gone through. Being a wife and a mother really took its toll on her, but she was beautiful nonetheless. When we got to the door, we saw Greyson off before parting ways for work.

As the days went by, I studied her more attentively, gathering new information from every aspect of her being. In those few minutes did I really realize what I was letting go. The feelings of intimacy gradually returned to me and I found myself looking and yearning for things in Beca that I haven't wanted in ages. My eyes scanned her delicate curves and the flat of her stomach beneath her "work clothes," she was indeed a desirable woman. I was too busy with Ashley to realize how truly beautiful and amazing Beca was.

I held her tightly against my body just like I had on our wedding day, her hands wound around my neck instinctively and her head settled in the crook of my neck. As the month drawled on, Greyson started seeing this as a routine for not only us, but for himself as well. He trailed behind us every morning, clapping his hands and cheering happily, his entire demeanor changed dramatically from the first day. It turned from one of doubt, to one of utter joy and hope – and it broke my heart that his little heart would be crushed.

Beca's reassurances that she was fine even became more believable – like she didn't have to keep up a façade that she was content with the overall outcome of our situation. When she smiled, they were genuine; when she spoke to me or anyone for that matter, her words were sincere. Despite her knowing that her husband would be leaving her, she kept herself composed, because she was the strongest person I've ever known.

One morning, I woke up before her, and I just watched her and only then did I really realize just how much pain and resentment she was harboring in her petite form. I reached out to push a strand of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear, and she leaned into my touch, sighing happily when my hand settled on her cheek. I grazed my knuckles against the silky flesh of her cheek and kissed her forehead before wrenching myself away from her and out of bed to get ready for work.

I had just finished putting on my tie when Greyson burst through our bedroom door and said, "Dad, it's time to carry mom out!" Just then Beca jolted awake and realized the time, she got out of bed and kissed Greyson on the head before telling him to go downstairs and eat breakfast and thanking him for waking her. When he left, she asked me why I didn't wake her; I told her simply that she looked so beautiful and peaceful that I didn't want to wake her. She seemed taken aback by my blunt answer, so she just nodded and gave me a tight lipped smile before getting ready. There was something in her eyes that said so much more than her simple response. Her eyes always told a different story, they were expressive even when her face was not. They flared with different emotions: hope, adoration…love…then nothing, and with each given day I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her again. But it was too late for that.

On the last day, I could barely look at her because in a matter of hours, she wouldn't be my wife anymore, she'd be Beca Mitchell – the single, sexy, and thriving music producer, and I'd be Jesse Swanson – the asshole that broke her heart. I took today off from work to spend the day with Greyson, and hopefully explain to him what was going on. I picked her up and could barely move a step, but I willed myself to, for Greyson's – and Beca's sake. I put her down and kissed her forehead before she opened the door. She said goodbye to Greyson, he didn't notice her voice cracking with sadness. She stepped outside and closed the door, and in that split second before the door closed completely, I saw a single tear roll down her cheek.

At that moment I knew what I wanted to do, I couldn't leave Beca and Greyson, no I could never. She was the love of my life and the other half of me, how could I even think of leaving her? How absurd have I been! What a moron I've been! I grabbed Greyson and told him we're going shopping for mommy, but first, I needed to make a quick stop. We drove through the LA streets before arriving at an apartment complex. I asked the nice elderly lady and the front desk to watch Greyson for a few minutes, she was happy to oblige, especially when Greyson volunteered to sing her a song. I thanked her before taking the stairs to the third floor and knocking on the door labeled 3B. I stuck my hands in my pockets nervously as I waited for her to answer. I heard the click of shoes approaching the doorway and I took a step back, looking at the floor.

The door swung open a few seconds later and I winced at the sound of her high pitched voice greeting me. How exactly have I put up with this for months? "Jesse, hey! What a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure?" The perky blonde screeched in her southern bell accent.

I rocked back and forth on my heels, "Um, hey Ashley." I ran a hand through my hair, a nervous habit I picked up over the years.

"You okay, sugar? If you want to come in, I've got a bottle of Brandy in my cupboard we can share." She winked suggestively.

I shook my head, "No, Ashley I can't stay. That's what I came to talk about, I need to go home with my son and my wife and stay there – where I belong." She stared at me dumbfounded, and before I knew it, her open hand collided with my cheek. Yup, I deserved that one, definitely deserved that.

"How dare you!" And with that she slammed the door in my face. My face stung when I touched it, but Beca's worth every ounce of pain.

I went back to the lobby to find Greyson and the front desk lady laughing and singing together. I picked him up and piggy backed him to the car as we waved good-bye happily to the woman, who's name I learned was Norma. When I put Greyson in the car, he poked my cheek, making me wince.

"Daddy, why's your face all red?" I smiled at him, "No reason bud, now let's go buy some flowers for mommy." I kissed his forehead before closing the back door and getting into the driver's seat. We drove to the nearest Walmart and bought the biggest bouquet of roses they had, along with a basket full of her favorite candies, and the biggest, cheesiest "I'm sorry." Hallmark card. Greyson was more than excited to buy all of this for his mother, but he instantly frowned when I told him I'd be dropping him off at his nanny's house for a bit.

I was going to do anything and everything to get Beca back – if it was the last thing I do.

After I dropped Greyson off, I sped home so I could get the house ready before Beca got off of work. I turned off the lights and spread candles everywhere, then placed the roses in a vase in the middle of the floor, and scattered the assortment of candies around it. Then I waited.

It was nearing eight o clock when I heard her Honda Civic come up the driveway, she sat in the car for a good five minutes before cutting the engine and walking up to the front door. I grabbed a single rose before placing myself five feet from the door. I heard her heavy boots clicked on the sidewalk as she grew nearer and nearer to the door. My heart thundered in my chest and my stomach was doing flips, much like it had thirty days ago, but this time it wasn't out of sadness. No, this time it was out of pure love and affection (with the exception of the major anxiety and nervousness I was feeling).

The sound of her keys brought me back to reality as I waited for her. I held my breath as I waited, and then the door opened slowly, revealing an exhausted Beca in all of her glory. I looked at her face, her brows knitted together under the candle light.

"Jesse?" She said slowly, toeing off her boots while looking around, while taking in her surroundings.

"Hey Bec," I flashed her a nervous smile.

"What the hell is all of this?" She said, referring to well…everything.

"I wanted to surprise you…surprise?"

She raised an eyebrow at me, "The day someone's about to sign divorce papers isn't exactly the day to surprise them." She teased, "Where's Greyson?"

"He's at his nanny's place for the night."

"Why would he be there?" Her head cocked to the side like a lost puppy.

I sighed and stepped towards her and took her hands in mine, "Bec, I wanted to apologize. I did all of this" I said gesturing to the room, "because I don't want to leave you and Greyson, I don't want a divorce. I want us – forever."

Beca glared at me and yanked her hands from my grasp, "You're kidding me right?"

I sighed and looked at her intently, "Bec, I know I fucked up –"

"You're damn right you fucked up!" She started raising her voice.

"Beca, come on –"

"No! You think you can say you want a divorce and just take it back – expect me to take you back? You can't love me the way I deserve to be loved."

"I know I haven't lately, but I can Beca. I really can if you let me." There was a short silence.

"Give me one reason why I should take you back. One." Silence, how could I answer that? "I didn't think you could." She turned on her heel and started walking towards the door and fumbled with the door knob.

"Do you still love me?" I blurted out, stopping her in her tracks, "Because I love you Bec…so much." Her hand dropped from the door knob but she didn't turn around. "And I miss you – I miss us Beca."

"I'm scared, Jesse." Her voice was barely above a whisper and her back still faced me.

"I am too, but I love you and…and we'll find a way to make this work." I reached out cautiously to grab her wrist and turn her around, when she didn't protest, I moved a little quicker. Only a single tear ran down her face and her gaze fixed on the floor.

"We'll never be the same, Jesse. We'll never be fully healed."

"I know that, but I'm willing to work it out if you are."

"I don't know…" She started to pull away but I kept a firm grasp on her wrist.

"Beca please, give me one more chance." I pleaded.

"You cheated on me…how will I ever trust you?"

I pulled her into a warm embrace as I stroked her hair and kissed the crown of her head, "I know and I'm the biggest asshole to roam the planet." I pulled away and looked into her glossy eyes, "but I swear on our son's life that I will never hurt you again or leave you. I will stay with you forever Rebeca Mitchell, till death do us part." She sniffled before giving me a small smile.

"That's Rebeca Swanson to you, nerd." I was overwhelmed with happiness then, and I pulled her into me, kissing her head and muttering sweet nothings into her ear.

"We're going to be okay Beca…okay?"

She whispered into my chest, "Okay."

OOOOOH THE FEELS. This was so hard for me to write because I hate seeing Jeca struggle ): It really breaks my heart. I hope you enjoyed it, the next one will be happy I promise! And I really like the name Greyson, so if they ever have a kid in my fics, his name will be Greyson ;D

So, I don't mean to seem needy, but I've noticed the lack of reviews I've been getting for each chapters. Do you guys like them oooor…? The thing I like about reviews is that I know what you guys are thinking so I know what to improve and what to get rid of. It's just that reviews are really helpful so if you could take the time to leave one I'd be extremely greatful!

P.S. In their "make-up" scene, I used some lines from the ending of the 1992 movie "Boomerang" Starring Eddie Murphy, but twisted them up a bit.

And

I got the "Okay?" "Okay" thing from The Faults in our Stars, dunno if I used it right xD

And this whole fic was in reference to the short story "30 Days of Carrying my Wife"

Much love,

Oreo xoxo

Other references:

The Breakfast Club (1985)