AN: Hello people. I'm pretty exhausted because of school and such I couldn't find time to sit and write because in my free time I'd be napping. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this. Sorry if it feels boring. Thanks for dropping by and/or reviewing.
Jesse was pacing back and forth in the living area. It was 2:14 am and Beca wasn't home yet. She was attending an indie music festival to scout talent and he had regretted not going with her. (Not that he really could go with her.) An infection in his adenoids was the reason he snored. He had them surgically removed that day. Beca took time off work drive him to the hospital then took him home before she headed to the festival.
He was worried sick because he knew music festivals. They were not made for pregnant women but when he tried to talk sense into Beca she told him that it's a part of her job and that she knew what's best for her.
He knew she'd be careful and wouldn't do anything that would hurt the baby but it wasn't enough to stop him from worrying .
Jesse looked up at the door when he heard Beca unlock it. He eyed her from head to toe then sighed a sigh of relief.
"You didn't have to wait up," she said and started making her way to her bedroom.
"I know." He blocked her way.
She took a step back.
"What's that?" He frowned spotting what looked like a bruise on her arm.
He arched an eyebrow when she ignored him and walked straight to her bedroom.
He followed her.
"Jesse, go to bed," she said, glancing over her shoulder.
"Did anyone hurt you?" he asked, trying to keep his calm.
"No," she answered. "I was just at the wrong time and wrong place," she said as she shrugged.
"Explain," he stood in the bedroom doorway.
"Two guys got into a fight and one of them punched the other who fell on some equipment I was standing next to the thing," she explained.
"Jesse, I'm fine," she sighed when he walked up to her and held her arm to get a better look at it. "It barely hit me."
"You shouldn't have been out there in the first place," he said and looked up. She rolled her eyes at what he said and pulled her arm away from his hold.
"Beca, don't do that."
"Don't do what?" she asked.
"Don't act like it's nothing because it's not nothing. You're pregnant!"
"No shit, I'm pregnant!" She glared at him. "I know what I'm doing. The baby is mine too, you know?"
He rubbed his chin then put his hands up.
"Fine. You're right and I'm sorry." He turned on his heels and started making his way out of the room.
"This right here is the kind of behavior that made me doubt us," she paused when he stopped at the doorway and looked back at her. "You just don't try anymore," she shrugged. "You avoid having to talk about anything that would lead to any kind of argument."
"You broke up with me because I avoid fighting with you?" he asked in confusion. She held his gaze for a few seconds then sighed.
"Never mind." She took off her jacket and tossed it on the bed.
Jesse was about to insist on getting an explanation but it was really late and she looked tired and wasn't up for a fight even if she wanted it.
"Want something to eat?" he asked softly.
"I stopped at a diner before heading home," she told him then started to go through her closet.
"So, a glass of milk then?" he suggested while watching her pull a t-shirt that he was pretty sure was his.
"I'll be right back," he told her when he saw that she paused to think about it.
When he got back, Beca was in the en-suite bathroom removing her makeup.
He placed the glass on the nightstand and started making his way out of the room.
"Hey, wait."
"What is it?" he asked.
"Some guy recognized me and told others and I ended up getting a shit load of demos and free tickets." She told him as she grabbed her messenger bag. "I can't see them all even if I wanted." She shrugged. "Here," she handed him over a dozen of tickets to shows.
"Thanks," he said accepting the tickets and going through them then glancing up.
"Any good enough artists?" he asked.
"Yeah," she nodded picking up the glass of milk then chugging it down. "Does it hurt?" she asked while looking at his nose.
"The pain is mild but I can feel something missing," he shrugged.
"The doctor said to apply ice on it, did you do it?" she asked.
He shook his head. "I forgot."
"Do I have to stick notes all over the apartment for you to remember?" she wondered slightly annoyed with him because she texted him to remind him and he said he would.
"It's not painful, Bec, I can tolerate it," he assured her.
"Yeah, but when you do what the doctor told you to do your recovery would be quicker," she told him and she climbed on the bed.
"I don't care as long as it means I won't keep you from sleeping when I spend the night here." Jesse grabbed the glass from the nightstand.
"You should spend the night here," she said. "You heard the doctor; this typa surgery isn't usually performed in adults: it could cause some complications," she paused. "I'll know if something isn't right," she shrugged.
"Okay," he nodded slowly. "I'll just go wash this and turn off the lights…" he blew a breath.
"—Yeah, okay," she said as he spoke then watched him walk out of the room.
Beca curled up and held the covers close to her tightly. Jesse would only sleep in the same as her when he'd be too tired to go to his room (read: the guest room) after sleeping together.
"You think we could tell Sam about the baby?" Jesse asked as he turned the lights off once he walked back into the bedroom.
He climbed on the bed. "You're a couple of days into the second trimester."
"Jesse we're going to L.A. this weekend, she could tell someone and you know I don't want to be in the spotlight at the wedding," Beca tilted her head to look at him.
They were taking Sam with them to the wedding.
"We'll just use the 'big girl' card," he shrugged. "Besides, I got a plan," he rested his weight on his elbow and watched Beca turned on her side in a way she'd face him.
"Sammy tells my parents she's gonna be a big sister next spring then I tell them we're planning on getting married after he or she is born because we're busy with work and preparing a wedding takes a lot of time and effort," he explained. "This way they won't get in depth with their interrogation since Sammy is with us and we won't have to go see them while we're in L.A."
"Jesse, you haven't seen your family in mouths," she reminded him.
"No, I meant the two of us by we. I'll go see them, you don't have to come," he elaborated.
"And let you catch the heat all by yourself?" she asked. "We're going to see them together," she firmly told him when he shrugged.
"Beca," he started to say softly.
"Don't Beca me," she interrupted. "The whole point of pretending to be engaged is so that they don't give you shit." She sat up.
Jesse had been so selfless and kind ever since they found out they were having a baby it was starting to annoy her. He was treating her in a way that made her feel weak. She was so not weak.
"You really craving a fight aren't you?" he said in mock-shock after glancing at the time to find that it was 2:50 am. "We haven't cuddled in months: that must be it!" he said in realization making her roll her eyes.
"You need this. Trust me, I know you better than you think," he told her, noting the eye roll. "C'mere." He laid on his side inviting her into his embrace.
"No, it's weird," she shook her head.
"Would you feel more comfortable if I took off my clothes?" he asked. She always snuggled up to him when she thought he had fallen asleep after having sex. "I'm kidding," he chuckled when she glared at him. "C'mon, it's late and you fall asleep really fast when we cuddle."
She sighed and gave in, letting him envelop her in his arms with her back to him. Beca tilted her head hearing him wince after sniffing.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" she nodded at his nose.
"Yeah." He nodded. "It's like getting punched in the nose."
"You know this could have been avoided if you put ice on your nose." She looked back ahead of her, resting her head on the pillow.
He chuckled, pulling her closer to him.
"What's so funny?" she asked in confusion.
"You've been nagging me to go fix the snoring," he started to say then sighed, "now that I did you're going to nag me about how poorly I'm taking care of my nose," he told her.
"And that's funny because?"
"It's not," he shrugged, closing his eyes. "Bec, you're gonna kick ass at being a mother," he said and hear her yawn.
"Good night, baby." He rubbed his palm against her belly. "Good night, Bec," he quickly added feeling her tense up and rubbed her arm with the hand he was rubbing against her belly.
"Night," she said, relaxing a little. Sex would feel less weird because she'd turn off rational thinking while doing it with him. They had crossed a lot of lines but using pet names felt like too much. Lying in bed wrapped in Jesse's arms itself felt very wrong and weird. She couldn't keep stressing over it because she really was falling asleep quicker than she thought.
Jesse was walking Bender when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it and stopped walking to reply to the text he got from Beca.
Beca 2:32 PM
'I just picked Sam up. How's the stalking going?'
Jesse 2:33 PM
'I'm walking Bender and I don't know what you're talking about.'
He smiled to himself before hitting send because he knew exactly what she was talking about. He told her he was going to walk Bender around the block Christina lived at in hopes of running into her.
Beca 2:33 PM
'Just don't get a restraining order.'
Jesse shoved his phone in his pocket and sighed then continued to walk.
He wasn't that far away from their apartment so he decided to head there. He estimated that he'd get home the same time Beca does.
And he was right.
"Hi," Jesse said once he saw them in the elevator. Sam launched herself at him while Beca petted Bender then took off his collar from around his neck.
"How was the walk?" Beca asked.
"Bender really made me feel bad for not taking out enough." He grimaced picking Sam up and, forcefully placing a kiss on her cheek. "Looks like someone wants to nap." Jesse rubbed Sam's back once she rested her head on his shoulder. He looked at Beca questioningly who shrugged.
"You okay, Sammy?" Jesse asked while Beca unlocked the door.
"Yeah," she replied, her head still on his shoulder.
"Are you tired? Do you wanna nap?" he continued with his questions.
"No," she answered curtly.
Jesse frowned and pressed a hand against her cheek to see if she had a fever: she didn't.
"What is it?" he asked once she looked up.
"Mommy said you have an owie," she told him sounding really worried about him.
"Yeah," he affirmed. "But it doesn't hurt very much," he assured her. "I'm fine." He placed a kiss on her cheek. "Ask Beca," he added.
Sam tilted her head to look at Beca who had made her way to the kitchen and was pulling pizza leftovers from the night before to heat up and eat.
"Daddy is fine, Sam." Beca gave Sam a small smile and watched her wrap her arms around her dad's neck hugging him tightly. He hugged her back then pecked her cheek before looking at Beca and nodding at the living area.
Beca looked between the plateful of pizza currently in the microwave and the living area then sighed and followed Jesse.
They agreed to follow through with his plan to tell Sam then let her tell his parents about the pregnancy. However, Beca made it clear that she wasn't going to let him deal with his parents on his own so the part where she wouldn't see his family got scratched out of the plan.
"Remember when you told me you have twins in your class," Jesse started to say as he sat Sam on the couch.
She nodded. "Kelly and Alicia."
He sat down on the coffee table facing her while Beca sat down next to her.
"Remember what you told me then?" he asked knowingly and watched her slowly nod.
"You said you wish you had a sister like Kelly had Alicia because it's not the same to play with us old people, right?" He gestured between himself and Beca.
Sam looked at the two of them and nodded.
"Do you still want that?" he asked.
"Daddy, twins are born together," she told him as if he didn't already know. "I can't have a twin."
He chuckled. "I meant do you still want a sister?"
"Or brother," Beca added.
"Or brother," Jesse repeated after Beca.
Jesse rubbed his hands together then slightly shook his head questioningly at Beca's glare.
She was kind of pissed at his approach: His daughter could very much say no: Having a sibling wasn't matter of choice.
Sam went quiet, thinking about her father's question.
"Yes," Sam answered.
"Well, next spring, you will become a big sister," Jesse grinned at his daughter.
"Me?" she gestured at herself.
"Yeah," Jesse nodded.
"But," she paused. "Why next spring?" she asked in confusion.
"Because, right now, your baby brother or sister is growing in my belly," Beca vaguely explained.
"Don't worry, he or she is very comfortable in there," Jesse said noting the worried look on Sam's face.
"Okay," she nodded slowly taking her father's word. "You said he or she, you don't know what the baby is?"
"We'll know in a couple of months when the baby grows big enough," Beca told her then lifted her t-shirt up, noting that Sam kept looking at her stomach.
"Wanna feel it?" she asked.
Sam nodded.
"It's here," Beca said taking Sam's hand and placing it against her belly then slowly rubbing it.
"Thank you," Sam said as threw her arms around Beca and hugged her.
"Kiddo, you don't have to thank me for feeling my belly," Beca chuckled hugging her back.
"No, thank you for letting my brother or sister grow in your stomach."
Her words warmed Beca's heart, making her tighten her hold.
"You don't have to thank me for that either," Beca told her once she pulled away.
"Wait," Sam frowned. "You're the baby's mommy but you're not my mommy…"
"You and the baby have the same daddy. That makes you half-siblings," Beca explained.
"Okay," Sam said.
"Being half-siblings won't make you any less related," Beca added, seeing that 6 years-olds girl had a sad look on her face. "It doesn't really matter that you and the baby don't have the same mommy." She took the kid's hand and held it.
"You're gonna be a really awesome big sister and help teach him or her how to do a lot of things."
"Like what?" Sam asked.
"Um, things daddy and I aren't good at like playing," Beca shrugged then glanced up at Jesse who went quiet despite agreeing to do most of the talking.
He had a really stupid looking grin on his face.
"Yeah," he cleared his throat, snapping out of it. "Like Beca said," he nodded then got up. He picked Sam up and sat her on his lap after taking a seat on the couch.
"Having a different mommy doesn't make you less of a sister to the baby," he said then placed a kiss on her cheek. "You and the baby are my kids and I love the two of you so much." He rested his cheek against hers.
"Wanna be the one to tell grandpa and grandma about the baby?" Jesse asked taking Sam by surprise.
"Yes." Sam nodded.
