Beck's POV:

~6 months later~

Jade and I have been fighting non stop. I was trying to make this work but we are totally different people. She's such a bitch to me and everyone else. I really like her but at the same time I just want to make her find her own place to stay. But at the same time, i want to kiss her all the time and i want to be with her.

"Ugh.." I heard her mumble in the bathroom. She sounded depressed. Thats all she ever sounds lately.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"None of your business." She said. She whined slightly. I heard her move a few things and whine again, quietly, and whisper to herself.

"God, I look terrible." I opened the door slowly and looked at her. She was wrong. She looked beautiful as always. Her stomach was getting bigger by the day and I loved it.

"Don't say that, Jade." I walked in. "You're beautiful." I walked behind her and put my arms around her, laying my hands flat on her stomach. "I can feel him kick.." I smiled, leaning my lips into her ear, kissing softly.

"Yeah, he does that a lot." She rolled her eyes. I moved away.

"Ok...why do that?"

"Why do what?" She asked bluntly.

"Why do you have to be so sarcastic when I'm trying to make you feel better?"

"Because, I don't want you to! Okay?" She randomly started crying, for the 50th time this week.

"Jade, you need to calm down..." I took her hands in mine. "Please, just talk to me?"

"I don't want to talk! I just want...I don't know what I want!" She walked out to the bed and laid down on the bed. "I'm sorry. I'm just really moody right now and I just..." She didn't need to finish. I climbed on the bed with her and wrapped my arms around her. I rubbed her stomach slowly, kissing her neck. She moaned quietly running her hands through my hair.

"Beck...do you ever think we will get along?" She bit her lip and I moved mine up to kiss hers. She smiled slightly, kissing back, eagerly.

"Is that a yes?" She said, pulling away.

"Mhmm.." I moved the hair from her face and kissed her harder. She moaned again, then pulled away. "Why do you keep pulling away?" I whined.

"Do you want what I think you want?" She sighed, I nodded.

"Not today." She said, sitting up. "I'm too sore." She stood slowly. "Can I get a bath?"

"Mhmm." And, she walked off. Thats how it was almost every day.