Stacie was grabbing a drink from the refreshment table when she spotted her friend Chloe who was openly staring at someone. She followed her gaze to see what caught her friend's attention and sighed. "Don't do it, Red," she said, walking towards her friend.

"Huh?" Chloe barely glanced at Stacie when she stood next to her.

"Don't play matchmaker with Beca and her baby daddy," Stacie elaborated. "It's like Déja vù, isn't it?" she added, eyeing Beca who was currently rolling her eyes at something Jesse told her.

"Totes," Chloe mumbled. "I feel secondhand regret for the two of them, is that normal?"

"Nope," Stacie answered, taking a sip from her drink.

"They very clearly liked each other and could have made it work," Chloe sighed.

"Like," Stacie curtly said causing Chloe to frown. "They like each other."

"Did Beca tell you something?" Chloe arched an eyebrow.

"Nope, but look at their body language. They're definitely sleeping together."

Chloe tried to see what would make Stacie make such claim and saw nothing. "You think so?" she doubted.

"I know so. Trust me, I have a like a six sense for this sort of thing. It's how I steer clear from unfaithful assholes looking for some fun on the side," she explained.

"Oh. My. God."

"Relax, it could be just sex. You've had kids, you know how horny pregnancy makes you," Stacie reasoned.

"Beca wouldn't do that," Chloe confidently said. "Not with Jesse. She's too anxious about how everything she does affects Aiden to pull something like this."

Stacie smirked, pulling her cellphone. "I have an idea that would settle this."

"What are you doing?" Chloe asked.

"Uh, finding out if Beca is dating her baby daddy before you walk up to them ask them yourself." She winked and Chloe followed her gaze to see whom the wink was to: it was Jesse and his expression was unreadable as he looked up from his phone to meet Stacie's gaze.

He typed something on his phone before he shoved it in his pocket then said something to Beca who nodded. Meanwhile Stacie's phone chimed with a text. "See you in a minute, Chloe." She walked away from her friend and towards the backyard.

Chloe watched as Jesse followed Stacie and knew better than to follow them.

"Why the hell did you send that?" Jesse calmly asked.

"I needed an opinion," Stacie casually said, playing dumb.

"Don't you ever send me inappropriate pictures of yourself again."

"Inappropriate pictures," she snorted. "It's a nude photo, Jesse. Don't be such a prude. God, you were so much fun before."

"Yeah, well, I'm not like that anymore. And, I don't remember you."

"You can't remember the best sex you've ever had in your life." She took a sip from her drink. "Such a shame," she sighed, stepping closer to him. "Just thinking about how much fun we used to have is turning me on," she made sure the tone of her voice was on point as she checked him out. She didn't miss how uncomfortable she made him which wasn't the reaction that she'd usually elicit from men.

In Stacie's books, it usually meant that the man in question was a faithful man.

Still, she had to be sure so she placed her hand against his chest, before she slid it down. "I'm sure no one will miss us if we disappear-"

He stepped back, stilling her hand before it went any lower then removing it. "I'm not interested," he curtly said, his expression hardening, as he crossed his arms across his chest. "I thought I made myself clear in the voicemail I left you."

He did. And she very much respected that.

They had sex sometimes and it was fun. They didn't have kind of emotional connection. It was casual and very fun sex.

"Suit yourself." She shrugged, pulling her hand back. "But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." She smiled at him. "Well, I guess you wouldn't since you don't remember where I live given the whole amnesia thing... I guess, just text me and we'll go from there."

"I won't."

She cracked a smile at him before walking past him.

Jesse blew a breath, retrieving his phone to delete the picture from his chat with Stacie.

"Jesse?" He couldn't help but smile when he heard Beca's voice.

"Yeah?" he placed his phone in his pocket as he tilted his head to find Beca standing by the door.

"Everything alright?" she asked.

He was going to bring up what just happened just not now. "Yeah." His smile got replaced with a grin once he noticed the hat she had on.

"Don't," she grumbled.

"I can't believe you wore it." He really liked the cute stegosaurus illustration that had a speech bubble near it saying, "I'm preggosaurus."

"Yeah, well, Chloe wouldn't stop harassing me until I wore it." She shook her head.

"It's adorable." He adjusted it so he could see her face better.

"You can have it, if you like it so much."

"No, I couldn't. I'm not preggosaurus, it wouldn't make sense," he reasoned.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Come on, I actually wore this because Chloe promised she'd leave me alone if we took a picture with her wearing it."

"I'll take it." He held up the camera that was hanging around his neck.

"That's why I came looking for you."

Chloe planned the baby shower and he offered to document it.

She looked down at his hand that was brushing against hers and ignored the itch to reach for it. "Come on, the sooner we take the damn picture the sooner she'd leave me alone."

Jesse didn't know what to expect from a baby shower organized by Chloe. What he did know was that she's the right person for the job.

The theme was interesting; garden like. It was flowers heavy but it wasn't too much. It was aesthetically pleasing.

He was admiring a flower arrangement when he heard a voice behind him say, "You like it?"

"It's beautiful," he replied, glancing at Chloe. "You did this yourself?"

"I wish I was this talented. It's actually Aubrey that made this," the redhead informed.

He didn't really know Aubrey, or anyone really, but he would have never guessed she's done the arrangement.

"Come stand here, Chloe." The shade of pink her dress was a few shades paler than that of the flowers, a picture of her standing right in front of them crossed his mind so he went for it.

He took a few steps back to for better framing and angle and snapped a picture.

Jesse then showed the redhead the picture he took to see if she liked it and she did.

"So," Chloe began to say, "How are things going with Beca?"

He was confused but didn't show it: Beca made it clear that she didn't want her friends to know until Aiden knew, he didn't mind because he didn't have anyone to tell really.

"Okay," he answered.

"Excuse Chloe for her poor phrasing of the question," Fat Amy who he didn't realize was standing on his other side said, startling him. "What she meant to say is that we know about you and Beca and plan to castrate you if your intentions with her are on the iffy side."

"Iffy side?" he echoed

"Yeah, you know, hump and dump kinda deal," the aussie explained.

"No," he firmly said. "It's not like that at all." He paused. "Did Beca say something?" he worried, lowering his voice.

"Told you," a third voice said causing Jesse to look up and find none other than Stacie standing right next to Chloe.

"I can't believe she didn't tell us," Chloe grumbled while Stacie patted her shoulder.

"What the hell is happening right now," he mumbled extremely confused.

"We lied. We didn't know. But you confirmed our suspicion," Fat Amy explained.

"Why didn't she tell us?" Chloe sounded genuinely hurt by her friend's decision.

"We wanted Aiden to know first," Jesse told her, rubbing the back of his neck. "How did you figure it out?" He and Beca were very careful—too careful.

"Eh." Stacie took a sip from her glass of champagne. "It wasn't hard to put two and two together."

"How long have you been together?" Chloe asked.

Jesse tilted his head to look for Beca and spotted her, she frowned as soon as their eyes met and began making her way towards them.

"What is going on here?" she asked upon reaching them.

"Nothing," Stacie answered before Chloe could say anything. "We're just looking at the flower arrangement."

"Yeah, Aubrey did a phenomenal job," Fat Amy added.

Beca seemed very skeptic but nodded anyway.

"Yeah where is Aubrey?" Fat Amy wondered. "Not blowing chunks all over the bathroom, I hope," she added as an afterthought. "Aubrey stress vomits," she explained to Jesse.

"Right," Jesse mumbled.

"I should go check up on her," Chloe said upon the nudge she received from Fat Amy.

"I'll come with you," Stacie said, following Chloe.

"Jesse," Fat Amy called. "You've been taking pictures the whole time and aren't in any of them. Your spawn won't see your face on this day," she noted as she reached to pull the camera from around his neck. "Beca," she then nodded toward Jesse.

Beca stepped closer to Jesse who wrapped an arm around her waist casually. "Hold on," he then said as Amy brought the camera to her face.

Jesse grabbed a flower from the arrangement and placed it behind Beca's ear.

"Alright, smile for your daughter," Fat Amy grinned, taking the picture. "Oi, Aiden," she called then gestured for the boy to join them once he looked her way.

Aiden jogged the short distance. "What's up?" he asked through a mouthful of cake.

"We're taking a picture together," Jesse told him.

Aiden used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth then got closer to his parents, standing next to his mother.

"You still have some frosting on your cheek," Beca sighed, reaching to clean it herself with her thumb. "And take the stupid hat off," she added.

Jesse chuckled watching Aiden pull his head back so that she couldn't take it off herself. "We'll do one without it if you really want to. But I'm taking a picture with it." Like his father, he like the cap with the dinosaur and chose to wear it after his mother took it off.

"That's a keeper," Fat Amy announced after snapping the photo.

"Thanks, Amy," Jesse said, both for the photo and for not letting Beca know that they knew just yet.

The baby shower was a success and he didn't want anything to mess it up.

"Sure, mate."

"Aunt Amy, take another," Aiden said, flipping the cap so that the illustration wasn't visible, then threw his arm around his father's shoulder while resting his cheek against his mother's head.

Instead of looking at the camera, Jesse found himself staring Beca and Aiden and smiling at them.

He heard the camera when it went off and only then tilted his head. Fat Amy was kind enough to take another one.

"Okay, be honest with me, Jesse," Beca said and he could hear her smiling as she spoke. "She's really hot."

"Yup," he kept his answer short as he unlocked the door and entered his house.

They'd been on the phone for the past 30 minutes, she kept him company through the traffic jam he got stuck in on his way to his place.

"Dude, don't make it weird. It's fine."

"Oh really? Don't you think asking me if I thought your friend is hot is weird?"

"Nope. Not to me," she replied. "Not because you think someone is bangable doesn't mean you're gonna go ahead and bang them," she reasoned.

"I guess." He hopped on the couch and kicked off his shoes. "She's hot."

"There you go. See that wasn't that hard." She paused. "If this is gonna work, I want to tell you if I see an attractive person and I want you to share that with me, too."

"Okay. Checking people out together. That's unusual but fun."

"Yeah, it is." She paused for a few seconds. "Are you home yet?"

"Yup. I just did." He sat up and started his laptop that was on the coffee table to empty the memory card full of pictures from baby shower in its hard drive. "I'm gonna go through the pictures while I eat dinner," he informed. "I'll send them to you later."

"Oh, there's no rush."

"Chloe doesn't agree with you," he let her know. "She wants to print them as soon as possible and put them in a scrapbook. Which is why I'm gonna work on them tonight: fix the colors and light on photoshop and send them her way." He got up from the couch and began making his way to the kitchen to heat up dinner. "Amy and Stacie texted me telling me to hurry up and send them their photos, too."

"I'm sorry you ended up doing a photoshoot for my friends," she apologetically said.

"I had fun taking their photos." He cradled his cellphone between his shoulder and cheek to use both his hands placing the pot full of water on the stove. "I had fun today."

He really wanted to share what happened with her friends with her but she was in such a good mood and he didn't want to ruin that.

"Me, too."

"I'm sorry your mom didn't show up," he said next as he pulled the pasta sauce from the fridge to heat up while waiting for the water to boil.

"Don't be. I wasn't expecting her to come."

He didn't even know the woman and he really did not like her. "When was the last time you two spoke?" he wondered.

"I don't know," she blew breath. "She replied to my text on Christmas, does that count?"

He felt bad for her and couldn't really understand why the mother would treat her daughter so poorly.

"I wish there's something I could do." He straightened up, hearing the doorbell.

"Thanks but there's nothing you or anyone could do. And that's fine. I mean it sucks but I'm cool with it, you know?" She wasn't cool with it and her voice gave how she really felt away.

"Is that the shower I hear running?" he asked unlocking the door.

"Yup," she confirmed. "I'm waiting for the water to get warm before I get in."

"I'll leave you to it," he mumbled eyeing who were at his doorstep. "Ladies," he said in puzzlement, removing his cellphone from his ear.

"We have some questions for you," Chloe said waggling her finger at him before she let herself in.

He let her as well as Stacie and Fat Amy through and closed the door.

"Okay," he slowly said.

"We want to know if you're serious about our friend," the redhead began to say. "Or if this is casual. And if it is casual, both of you agreed to it being like that. Also, why would you agree to keep it casual? Beca deserves more than that. She might not act like it but that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve it." She was speaking too fast and didn't give Jesse anytime to reflect on anything she was saying.

"You're not going to break her heart, are you?" Fat Amy questioned.

"No, I—"

"If you break her heart I'll break your dick!" Fat Amy continued, through gritted teeth, walking up to him.

"Whoa," he stepped back when she was in his personal space.

"You two have a lot on the line you can't fuck around casually," Chloe proceeded to say. "Have you thought about your children?"

"We—"

"—And how it would affect them? Especially Aiden since his sister isn't even here yet," Chloe continued not letting him say anything. "Are you really selfish enough to only think about yourselves?" Meanwhile Fat Amy was demonstrating what he could only describe as horrific ways to disfigure his genitals.

"Alright, Stop! Both of you!" he exclaimed, having had enough. "Beca and I aren't selfish nor stupid enough to do anything harmful towards our kids. We're taking it slow and it's working for us," he said when they simultaneously stopped.

"Neither one of us owes any of you an explanation nor do we need your validation on how we decide to define our relationship. So, just step back and respect our boundaries." He looked at the three women standing in front of him. "I'm telling Beca about your little visit and everything else that happened." He looked at Stacie who shot him a smile when their eyes met. "Because our relationship is based on honesty and communication."

There were a few seconds of silence after he was done talking.

All eyes were on Jesse, it was making him uncomfortable.

"He's good," Fat Amy finally said, tilting her head to look at Chloe.

"Yup," Chloe nodded.

Jesse frowned in puzzlement.

"I've already told you he is," Stacie spoke in boredom.

"We had to be sure for ourselves, Stacie," Chloe noted, sighing happily. "We're really happy for you, Jesse." She patted his shoulder. "We just wanted to make sure you're good enough for Beca," she explained.

"You passed the test, congrats," Fat Amy said next, patting his shoulder.

"Yay!" Chloe clapped her hands excitedly.

He didn't know what to say or do so he just stood there.

"We should leave," the redhead then said, looking at the time. "Goodnight, Jesse," she smiled at the man.

Jesse watched the trio walk out of his place and locked the door behind them, still processing what happened.

Sighing, he pressed the button on his phone to look at the time on the home screen and only then realized that he never hung up the phone.

He brought his phone to his ear, "Becs? You still here?"

"Yup," she answered.

"You heard everything?" his question sounded more like a statement.

"Uh-Huh," she replied.

"You have really weird friends."

"Tell me about it," she sighed.

AN: Hey peeps! Hope this chapter was entertaining to read. Would be dope to hear your feedback.