My Fake Husband Chapter 10
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.
Author's Note: This chapter took me by surprise, honestly. I had this outline of what I wanted to do for this story in ten chapters, total, but it kind of took on a mind of its own and ran wild. I really hope that you all like this chapter, because it went nowhere near where I wanted it to actually go. Let me know what you think! It's all in Jesse's point of view, because we haven't had one of those in a while. Enjoy!
There is a tiny bit of smut in this chapter towards the end. Nothing too graphic, though. I will block it off for those of you who don't want to read it! It is the fourth blocked off section, right before the end of the chapter!
Jesse stormed out of the house after Beca cursed at him and went upstairs. He barely even remembered to grab his keys and wallet from where he left it by the door. He was so pissed that he couldn't even see straight. He didn't know why she was so pissed at him; he had every right to be angry and hurt over this bullshit. He climbed into his car, not knowing where he was going. He knew that he didn't want to go Tasmania and deal with Fat Amy or Bumper, even if he got free drinks when he went there.
He wanted to hurt her as much as she hurt him. How could she do that to him? Was she stupid? How did she not know? It was as if she was so completely blind to everything. He had always wanted her. He had always wanted something real with her; he thought that they could have something real—that date they went on three years was probably one of the best dates that he had ever been on. In hindsight, he knew that things probably wouldn't have worked out between them had the date gone differently; he lived in New York City, and she in LA. Then, after spending so much time with her over the last few months, he now knew that they probably would have slept together that night and then been done with each other; maybe they would have hooked up here and there when he was in town, but she wouldn't have let it get further than that. She was too messed up; her parents were assholes, and she had no real concept of what love and healthy relationships were like, aside from the ones she saw her friends have. She didn't think that she deserved to have that, which was ridiculous, but her parents never exactly told her that she could—would—should.
Jesse had always flocked to her over the last few years when he was in town. He couldn't help it; she was an enigma, always drawing his attention. He didn't understand her; he wanted to. He played it off as fun to mess with her, but it was more than that—he was attracted to her. He wanted her. The kisses that they had shared over the three years that they had known each other only made him want her more. It was why he said her name in that first meeting with Danielson. Of all the women he knew that were straight and singe, he chose her, because he liked her. For the two months that they lived together before they got married only made him fall harder for her. He wasn't lying when he spoke his vows; okay, so maybe he didn't love her. That was embellished a little for the sake of the wedding and the people watching them—to make it seem real—but he wasn't lying when he said that he wanted to spend his life with her. Despite her hard exterior, he knew that she was a spectacular person—the kind of person that he wanted to spend his life with. She was gorgeous and funny and passionate and sweet (when she wanted to be or when she really cared about someone) and fun to be around. She made him laugh. She made him happy. He fell hard for her, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving her.
He almost died when they slept together, because he thought it was perfect and really showed just how right they were together—they both wanted the other person. She didn't have to kiss him; she could have pushed him away, and he would have stopped. But, she kissed him. Then, he came back, drunk and confused, and kissed her. Then, they slept together—they wanted each other. Then, her reaction was to shut him out further; she said they would never sleep together again. She said that it wasn't real, that it was wrong, that it shouldn't have happened. It hurt him to no end, but he realized that maybe it was too soon. But, then she started dating that douche bag. She continued to confuse the hell out of him—she was all over him all of the time, whether people were present or not (despite her claims that people always had to be present). He was so sure that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But, she was dating someone else. Cole. What the hell kind of name is Cole? A lame name, that's for sure.
Beca knew that Jesse was pleased when he learned things were over between her and Cole; it wasn't for the reasons that she thought, but because he actually wanted to be with her—to have a real relationship, a real marriage. He thought that by caring for her when she was sick, going out of his way to do thoughtful things for her (he made her all of her favorite meals and desserts and picked up random things for her), would show her just how much he cared about her—that it would show her how much he wanted things to be real between her. He was so sure that she felt the same way, because she would hold his hand or touch him or kiss his cheek, even when no one else was around. He thought that she felt the same for him, but she didn't. She dated someone else, and now she was pregnant with that guy's baby.
He was allowed to be angry about that. He was allowed to feel pissed that he was supposed to raise the child of another man with her for the rest of its life. It would be a completely different thing if he couldn't have kids, so they got sperm from a sperm bank. It would be a completely different thing if she was already pregnant when they met or already had a child. In both of those instances, he could—would—raise a baby that wasn't his, because it would be was the father by choice. But this baby—this baby was the result of her desire to show him just how much she didn't want to be with him; she chose someone else. Now, he was forced to take care of that baby, because even though he said that he could use this as an excuse for why they got divorced, he would still have been there for that baby since its birth. It would only know him as its father, and how could he walk out on it when it was two and a half. The baby wouldn't understand; the baby wasn't at fault here. That was all Beca.
Jesse glanced up when he realized that he had somehow driven himself to some bar that was about halfway between their condo and Tasmania. He turned off his car and climbed out. He planned to get drunk and maybe staying in a motel for the night, because he knew that if he went home, he would only say more hurtful things. He didn't want to be that guy. No matter how hurt and angry he was, he didn't want to be that guy. The one that everyone thinks is a douche bag. He already acted like enough of a douche tonight because he was pissed and upset. He walked into the bar and found an empty stool by the bar. He dropped into and asked for bourbon on the rocks. The bartender set the drink down in front of him a few moments later. He took a sip, staring at a crack in the wood of the bar top.
"Can I get a sex on the beach, please?" A breathy feminine voice chirped from next to him. He didn't look up, even when the girl giggled, adding, "whoops! Sorry!" when she bumped into his arm as she climbed onto the stool. "You look a little green about the gills. Wanna talk about it?" The girl asked.
Jesse took another sip of his drink before he glanced at her. She was pretty—a few years younger—with blond curly hair and blue eyes. She pouted at him, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that was supposed to be cute. Well, it kind of was, but it wasn't appealing. He was too caught up in thoughts of Beca. "Got in a fight with my wife." He said, turning his focus back on his drink.
"Oh!" The girl said, grabbing her drink in her hands the moment the bartender put it in front of her. "You're married…" He nodded his head. The girl was probably hoping to pick him up (or to get him to pick her up, buying all of her drinks and then take her home.).
"Yeah." He responded. He sipped his drink again.
"My name is Kristy." She said, extending her hand. He sighed, shaking her hand.
"Jesse."
"Nice to meet you, Jesse. I'm sorry that you and your wife are fighting. Would you like to talk about it? I'm a really good listener." She smiled at him.
"Nothing much to talk about really. She and I are…uh..." He didn't know how to explain the situation. "She and I were talking about having kids, and I think she…uh…might be interested in someone else." It wasn't the complete truth; it had all of the right components, but it was readjusted slightly. He couldn't tell a stranger the complete truth.
"Well, if she is stupid enough to cheat or even think for a second that someone else is better than you, she must be an idiot." Kristy said, taking a sip of her drink. "If I were your wife, I would be jumping at the chance to have a baby with you." She paused, crinkling her nose. "Well, actually…I think I wouldn't be jumping at the baby part, but making it? Definitely." She winked.
Jesse smiled in response, because the girl expected it, but he wasn't interested in her. Sure, she was attractive, but she was a kid. Like that Janelle girl. She had flirted with him mercilessly, in front of her parents and Beca, but he didn't bat an eye. She was too young, a sophomore in college, about a decade younger than him. He was turning twenty-nine in a few months; he wanted a woman, not a kid. This girl, this Kristy, she was maybe twenty-three or twenty-four; sure, she wasn't as young as Janelle, but she was still such a kid in comparison to the stage he was at. He wanted love, a wife, a family; most of all, he wanted all of that with Beca.
"Yeah, well, that is the beauty of making babies. It's fun." He chuckled, sipping his bourbon. "She'd be a great mom." He sighed, staring into his drink. "Beca's amazing. She had a rough childhood, but she is gonna be a great mom." He wasn't lying. Shit, now he felt like a complete asshole. He didn't take a second to ask her anything about the pregnancy. She talked about being tired, how she kept that to herself, because she was playing the role of the supportive wife when he was so concerned about himself and his career. He never asked her about how she was feeling, what she was going through, or if she needed anything. She played her role the way that she was supposed to play it, had played it well the entire time—for him—but when it came to the first time that she needed him, he wasn't there for her; he acted like a total asshole and hurt her. She never had to marry him; she was doing him a huge favor. She was completely changing her life, risking a prison sentence and a ridiculously hefty fine for him. She was going above and beyond for him when she didn't have to. Shit, what is he doing here? What was he doing here in this bar, talking to some other woman, acting like it was all Beca's fault? It wasn't all her fault.
Jesse thought that he made his intentions, his desire to be with her, clear to Beca, but he never came out and said that he was starting to feel more for her than friendship (or that he wanted more). He had hoped that he could just show her, and she would understand, but she ran into the arms of someone else. Sure, he was still hurt that she was pregnant by another guy, and things were going to be really complicated between them now. He just hoped that he didn't ruin their friendship with how he acted earlier. He might want more than that, but she was honestly his best friend, and he hated being the reason that she was so hurt or angry. Even if nothing ever came out of this whole thing, even if nothing ever happened between them after this was all done, he wanted to be sure that she was his best friend when it was all over.
"If she is so great, then why is she cheating?"
"She's not cheating."
"You think she is."
"She's not. She's not perfect, and neither am I. I haven't really been the best husband to her lately. I've been so caught up in myself these last few weeks, and when something big happened in her life tonight, I blew up and overreacted. I should have been more mature about it and talked to her. I messed up pretty badly, and I can only hope that she will forgive me."
"But, you think she's cheating on you." Kristy was grasping at straws now. "You said that you think she is interested in someone else." He rolled his eyes.
"It doesn't mean that she would actually have an affair. It's my job to make sure that she stays interested in me, right?" He laughed, finishing off his drink. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Kristy. Thanks for listening. I needed it."
"I don't get it. Your wife is losing interest in you, because you were busy with work, and you think you're the bad guy? That is stupid."
"That is the beauty of marriage, Kristy. It doesn't always make sense. It is a partnership. Sometimes there are bad moments, and if you really care about your spouse, you don't give up at the first sign of trouble. She and I made some mistakes, but it is our job to try and fix them. I'm off to find my wife and apologize for being a real douche to her. Goodnight." He stood up and laid a ten on the bar for his drink. He headed towards the exit, not daring to look back, even though he heard Kristy's disappointed huff. He climbed into his car and drove home. He smiled at that thought: home, where he and Beca lived together.
Jesse parked the car out front of their condo. He turned off the car and walked up to the front door. He hesitated for a moment before he unlocked it and went inside. He dropped his keys next to the door, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, placing it beside his keys. He locked the front door and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He jumped when he heard something behind him. "Shit!" He said, pressing a hand to his chest. "Beca, hi."
"I thought I heard something." Beca said, crossing her arms. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, and she was dressed in a white tank top over a pair of cotton Capri pajama bottoms with her lightweight robe on top, open. His eyes immediately trailed to the bulge of her stomach. She must have felt his gaze, because she immediately wrapped the robe closed, trying to keep that part of her closed off to him. He royally fucked up. "I'm gonna go back to bed." She turned and started to make her way out of the room.
"Beca, wait." She hesitated in the doorway. "Can we talk?"
"I'm tired, Jesse." She said, not turning around.
"Right, of course." He paused. "I just…we can talk in the morning, but before you go to sleep, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."
"For what?" She looked over her shoulder at him. He couldn't read the expression on her face.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you instead of just talking to you about this. I'm sorry that I might have hurt you. I'm sorry that I overreacted to this. I was a jerk about it. I should have talked to you about it calmly. You deserved better." He paused again, because her jaw tensed, and she looked away from him again. Maybe he wasn't apologizing for the right things? He thought that he was. "I'm also sorry for not asking you how you're feeling or if you needed anything." He ran a hand through his hair. She nodded her head.
"Okay."
"So, we can talk more in the morning. I'll make breakfast. Did you want anything in particular?" She shrugged her shoulders, still looking away from him.
"Whatever."
"Seriously, are you craving anything in particular? I will happily mixed sardines and ice cream or something for you." She turned around to look at him in disgust, pressing a hand to her stomach and shaking her head at him.
"Eww." Jesse laughed, and, soon, Beca was, too. "That's disgusting."
"You really have no cravings? You don't want me taking a midnight run to Taco Bell?" She bit her lip, and he could see the tiniest hints of a smile creeping onto her face.
"No Taco Bell." She released her bottom lip, looking down at the floor. He followed her gaze, and he noticed that her toenails were painted a light blue. It stood out to him, because she was all about the doom and gloom usually, because she was so angry at the world after the way that she was raised, but this was different. He raised his gaze up her body, and he realized that a lot more of her was changed than the color she was painting her toenails and the bulge in her middle. She was lighter in a way. Well, she still looked hurt by what had happened between them earlier, but underneath that, she was different—happier than he had seen her in a long time. Was she excited to be a mom? Did she actually want this baby?
From the moment that he had met Beca, Jesse had known that she wasn't exactly the maternal type. After knowing her for three years, he knew that she wasn't exactly the married type, either. When he heard her on the phone with her parents, especially the phone call with her dad, she had been so adamant that she wasn't stupid enough to get pregnant. Now, she was, and it seemed like it was actually happy that it happened. She wanted to be a mom. He decided then and there that even if this baby wasn't his, he would raise it like it was his own—he would help her be the best mom that she could be. One that did tell her kid that love between two people didn't exist. One that didn't tell her kid that she should only use men for sex. Even if things were over between them in two years, he was still going to be there for her and for that baby. Sure, he would have to ask her if she wanted to tell that Cole guy, the baby's biological father, that there was a baby, but he wasn't going to walk out of their lives two years from now and never look back. He wasn't that kind of person; his parents didn't raise him to be like that.
"Waffles." She said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "I'd like waffles and ice cream. And a ton of fruit. And whip cream. And chocolate chips." She bit her lip, pressing her hand to her stomach. "Actually, I think the baby wants all that now." She said, looking down at her stomach with a funny look on her face. "I thought it was gas or butterflies or something earlier tonight, but I can actually feel the baby move. It's so strange. I don't know how to explain it. It's the weirdest sensation." She glanced up at him before looking away, embarrassed.
"Um, can…" Jesse chewed on his bottom lip. He didn't know how to ask what he wanted to ask. He didn't know if he was allowed to after the stunt he pulled earlier. Beca glanced at him again. "Can I…?" He gave up again, just pointing at her stomach. She took a deep breath and blew it out. "Sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I was a total douche to you earlier, and I don't blame you for not wanting me anywhere near you. I'm really, really sorry, Beca. I swear. I want to make it up to you." She held up a hand, stopping him from saying another word.
"Jesse, stop talking." She took a hesitant step towards him, and then another. "Um, yeah, you can…uh…you can touch my stomach." She walked a little further in the room, and he met her halfway. She carefully opened the robe again, and for the first time since he knew that she was pregnant, he was very close to her stomach. It was so obvious to him now. How did he not notice it before? "I'm not sure if you'll be able to feel the baby move from the outside. All the books and stuff that I have read says that usually comes later, but the baby is doing somersaults inside of me right now. He or she moves a lot when…" She trailed off, biting her lip. He could tell that she was about to say something that she didn't want to say.
"The baby moves a lot when what?" She mumbled something he couldn't quite hear. "What was that?"
"The baby moves a lot when I'm around you. Earlier tonight…the baby was going crazy. It was the weirdest thing, because when I was talking to Gladys or Phil or doing dishes or whatever, the baby was really mellow, occasionally kicking or whatever it was doing in there, but when I was around you, it went nuts." His heart pounded in his chest. The baby moved when she was around him?
"I'm gonna touch you now, okay?" She nodded her head, and he gently laid his hand on her stomach, over her shirt. She sucked in a deep breath, and he blew one out. It was the strangest feeling. Her stomach was soft, warm, but also kind of hard, like the skin was stretched tightly over a rock. She crinkled her nose, laughing slightly. "What?"
"The baby is kicking like crazy right now. You're the first person besides me and the doctor to touch my stomach. Can you feel it?" She asked, moving his hand to another part of her stomach. He didn't think he could feel anything.
"I'm not sure. I'm mainly feeling your shirt, but I don't think I can feel anything beneath it."
"Here," she said, pulling her shirt up and then laying his hand against her skin again. It was even weirder for him to feel her actual stomach beneath his hand. She pressed his palm more firmly into her stomach. "Can you feel it now?" He closed his eyes, focusing all of his attention onto his hand. He didn't want to upset her, considering she was the one who said it was unlikely that he would feel the baby move from outside of her stomach at this point during the pregnancy. Then, suddenly, he felt a sharp jab through the layers of the skin. "Ouch. That one actually hurt me." She said, looking up at him. "Did you feel it?"
"Yeah, I felt it." Jesse smiled at Beca, feeling the baby shift slightly again. "Should I feel it this soon? Didn't you say that it is common to feel it later in the pregnancy?"
"I think it is because I'm still really small. I've gained a little over nine pounds at this point. I should start putting on more weight soon. I'm not going to be able to hide the pregnancy for too much longer."
"Are you too small? Should you have gained more weight? You said you were hungry, right? I'll make you something right now. What do you want to eat? Did you want the waffles?" He pulled away from her and ran over to the cupboards, taking out the ingredients he needed to make waffles.
"Jesse, you don't have to make me anything."
"You're hungry and way too small. I'm gonna make you some waffles." She sighed, walking over to lean against the counter next to him while he mixed up the batter.
"I'm not that small. My doctor said that you're supposed to gain about two or so pounds in the first three months and then about a pound over a week past that. I do need to start eating more and gaining a bit more at this stage of my pregnancy, but I'm not too small. I've always been slender, so it isn't that strange that I'm not that big already, even if I feel like I have been doing nothing but eat and sleep." She yawned, rolling her head on her shoulders.
"You're tired. You should be in bed. Why don't you head upstairs, and I will make you a huge plate of waffles when their done."
"If I lay down, then I'll probably fall asleep, and I really want to eat waffles." She pouted.
"Go to bed. I promise I will wake you when the waffles are done." She stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if she believed him. "I promise, Beca." She nodded her head and made her way out of the kitchen.
As Jesse finished preparing a massive plate of waffles, loaded down with huge dollops of vanilla ice cream, fruit, chocolate chips, and whip cream, as well as two mugs of tea for them to drink, he thought about how much better this night turned out to be. After he made the decision to stand by Beca, he had done what he could to make things right between them. It might not be perfect—or anywhere close to being right between them again—he felt confident that she had forgiven him when it came to the way that he had messed up earlier. He set the plate, utensils, and the two mugs of tea on a tray, putting all of the dishes in the sink, deciding to wash them later. He carried the tray upstairs, finding the door to Beca's room open slightly. He opened it to find her asleep with a baby book open on her chest and the light on the end table on. He wanted to let her sleep, but he promised to wake her up, so he walked further into the room. He carefully climbed into the bed beside her.
"Beca," he said, setting the tray down between them. He reached out and pulled the book from her hands. She stirred, opening her eyes and groaning slightly. "I come baring the biggest plate of waffles, ice cream, et cetera." He set the book down, after folding down the corner to mark her page, on the end table beside him. When he turned back, he saw that she had pulled the tray into her lap, resting it on her legs after she had sat up some. She was digging into the food with a happy grin on her face. "I take it you're excited?"
"So good!" She moaned, grinning, shoveling another forkful of food into her mouth. He rolled his eyes grabbing his own fork and stabbing a strawberry that was drenched in chocolate chips and whip cream. He popped it into his mouth.
"Yeah, I'm pretty awesome in the kitchen." She rolled her eyes. As they ate, he decided to ask her a little more about her pregnancy. "So, you said you were due in February?"
"Yeah, on the seventeenth."
"Do you know if it is a boy or a girl yet?"
"Not yet. I've got the twenty-week ultrasound in two weeks, so I'd find out then." She took another bite food. "If he or she is willing to show us what is going on between its legs."
"Do you want to know?"
"I'm not sure yet. I don't know where the baby is even going to go. We only have two bedrooms. I planned on having a crib in here, I guess, but the baby can't live in my room for the rest of its life." She looked away from him, and he could tell that something was off. Then, he remembered something she said.
"Wait. Did you say that you're eighteen weeks pregnant?" She nodded her head. "That's like almost five months." She nodded her head again. She put her fork down, biting her lip. "It can't be Cole's, because you didn't know him five months ago." She shook her head. "Who's the baby's dad, Beca?" If he did the math right, then that would mean that she got pregnant sometime in early May if she was nearly five months pregnant now. Then, why would the baby be due in February. It didn't make sense. Weren't pregnancies nine months long? She didn't say anything for awhile.
"I learned something when I went to the doctor the first time. I was already about thirteen weeks along, into my second trimester." She said finally, still not looking at him. "I learned that pregnancies last for forty weeks, which is about ten months. I also learned that they calculate the start of pregnancy based on the first day of your last period." She chewed her bottom lip. "On average about two weeks pass before ovulation begins—but that depends on the woman's cycle. That is when conception happens—during ovulation. My pregnancy technically started on May thirteenth."
Jesse stared at Beca. If her pregnancy began on the thirteenth of May—the first day of her last period—then that would mean that about two weeks later, she was ovulating. Two weeks after the thirteenth of May meant that…fuck. "Beca," he said, closing his eyes. "Am I the baby's father?" He opened his eyes to see that she was staring at the plate of food. Her eyes were shiny. Fuck, he really screwed this up. He had screamed at her for getting pregnant by another man earlier, and it turned out that he was the baby's father after all. They got pregnant when they got drunk and had sex. Apparently, they had sex without protection.
"Yes," she said finally. "You're the father." She paused. "I didn't sleep with anyone else. I never slept with Cole." He let out a shuddering breath.
"Fuck! I'm the biggest asshole on the planet. Why didn't you say something earlier? I was going on and on about how you were forcing me to be the parent to a baby that wasn't even mine, being a complete douche bag. Why didn't you just say it was mine?"
"Would you have believed me?"
"Of course I would have!" She pressed a hand over her eyes, sighing.
"Jesse, I didn't want to tell you that you were the father, because I was so upset. You basically called me a slut and a liar. You made me feel horrible, like I was the kind of person who would try to take advantage of you. It hurt that you thought of me like that. I didn't want to tell you at first, because I kept telling myself that in two years, this is all done, and if you wanted the excuse to get out, to use the baby as an excuse, you could. Then, it would just be me and the baby. That kind of scared me; I thought I would screw up this kid the way that my parents screwed me up, but then I started to realize that I didn't want that life for my baby. I didn't want my baby to feel like it was a mistake or unloved. I just…I would have told you eventually."
Jesse grabbed the tray from Beca's lap. She whimpered, reaching for it again. She grabbed her fork and finished off the last of the fruit, making him chuckle humorlessly. When she was finished eating that, she picked up her mug and sipped it. Jesse moved the tray off of her lap again, setting it on the floor next to his side of the bed. He grabbed his mug of tea and set it on the end table beside him after he took a sip. "So, I'm the dad." He ran a hand down his face. "I'm so sorry about everything I said to you earlier. I'm so sorry that I hurt you like that. I was just so frustrated and angry and hurt by this." He said, waving his hand towards her stomach.
She rested her hands on her stomach, rubbing it lightly. "I know you're sorry. I believe you. It still hurts, but I think I could forgive you."
"I hope so! I just…I overreacted, because I kept thinking that you didn't want me, and you chose someone else." Shit, he didn't want to say that to her. She looked at him in surprise. This wasn't exactly the time that he tells her that he wants something real between them. They definitely weren't ready for that, considering that she just told him that he was the father, and he had acted so horribly to her earlier. "I just…it's a matter of pride, you know? I'm your husband, and I know that it is only legally, but it still killed me that you and I slept together. Then, two seconds after you got done telling me what a huge mistake we made, you go running into the arms of someone else. You actually began dating him, and it hurt, because I couldn't help but think what was so wrong with me that you didn't even want to give it a second thought? Then, I found out that you're pregnant, and it about killed me, because I couldn't get passed the idea that you slept with someone else and now I was stuck with this baby that you created with him. I knew that I was going to be the one raising it, referring to myself as the father, because all of our friends and your family and our coworkers knew that you and I are married and that we are supposed to be this happily married, in love couple. And it pissed me off, because I knew that I would be the asshole that walked out on this kid two years from now. I couldn't do that to him or her. I couldn't be the reason why this kid thinks that she or he is bad or unloved or unimportant. I couldn't do that to him or her, so that meant that now I was its dad for life, even if I wasn't the one who actually created it with you." He paused, running a hand down his face. "I decided earlier tonight that I was going to learn to deal with that fact, to stand by you and the baby, because it is what a good person does. My parents raised me to be a good person, and you and this baby deserve to be treated well. My mind is pretty much gone now, though, because to know that I'm actually the father…it changes everything."
"Why did you never consider yourself? We did sleep together."
"I know, but I was so preoccupied with the fact that you were with Cole right after you and I were together, and I just…I didn't think that there was a possibility that the baby was in fact mine."
"Well, it isn't his. It's yours."
"Fuck, I'm like the biggest asshole in the world. Can I touch your stomach again?" Beca rolled her eyes, grabbing Jesse's hand in hers and sliding it beneath her shirt. He curled his fingers slightly, pressing them into her skin. "So, you said that the baby went nuts when you were around me tonight. Do you think it knows that I'm its dad?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"Maybe?" She chewed on her bottom lip with her brow furrowed. He cocked an eyebrow at her, because she wasn't being honest with him.
"What are you not telling me?"
"It's possible that the baby heard me and the doctor—Brian, Jessica's husband, by the way, is my OBGYN—talking about you being the dad and then started flipping out when it heard me say your name again to you." He stared at her. Babies are pretty freaking cool and kind of resilient, but he didn't think that a fetus that was still developing its brain could do what she just described.
"You're really going to tell me that our not-fully formed unborn child is able to process that you and your doctor were talking about me and then recognized my name when you mentioned it tonight? That is kind of stupid." He shook his head. "What aren't you telling me?"
"Okay, so my hormones are crazy out of control, you know? I think that the baby might have picked up on that." Jesse cocked an eyebrow at Beca. "Oh, you're gonna make me say it? This baby is making me insanely horny, and you happen to be attractive—oh, don't look at me like that you, Jesse! You know you're attractive—and I think that the baby picked up on it tonight, which is why it is freaking out whenever you're near me."
He didn't want to laugh, because he knew that it would probably do nothing but hurt her and result in a kick in the nuts for him, but it was kind of amusing. She basically just told him that he turned her on. He smirked at her, and she groaned, burying her face in her hands. "You're blaming our baby for the fact that you're horny? For me?"
"Shut up! The second trimester is known for the increased sex drive!" She said through her hands. "You just happen to be what is available all the time."
"You want me, Beca. It's okay to admit it." He said, pressing his hand more firmly against her stomach. He had almost forgotten it was there, but now that he knew that she wanted him (at least sexually), he was going to take advantage of that. He totally was all for sleeping with her; he already wanted her, and now that he knew that it was his baby that she was carrying, he wanted her even more. He was more than willing to offer himself up to her to make her feel a little bit better; was he really going to pass on the chance to have sex with her? Hell, no!
"Jesse," she said quietly. He stretched out on the bed beside her; he moved close enough to her, so that her side was pressed against his chest.
"Beca, do you want me now?" He asked her, running his fingertips along her stomach, making her squirm. "Do you want me to touch you?" He watched as her eyes clamped shut, and her breathing became more erratic. "All you have to do is say the words, and I will help you out." She whimpered, and her hands balled into fists at her side.
"Jesse, please." It was all that he needed to hear.
Jesse gently slid his hand down her stomach to the tops of her pajama bottoms. He slid one finger beneath the rim, scratching his nail along the skin he found beneath it. She sighed. "What do you want me to do?"
"Kiss me." He pulled his hand away from her pants and used it to turn her face towards him. He immediately kissed her hard on the mouth, smirking into the kiss when he heard her whimper against his lips. She rolled onto her side, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She cried out, pulling out of the kiss, after he pulled her flush against his chest. "My breasts are killing me. Their starting to get ready for breastfeeding, according to the books and Brian, so they're really sensitive; like, if it was appropriate for me to go around topless all of the time, I would, because they are killing me."
"I have no problems with you being topless around the condo all of the time." He said as he stroked his fingers along her sides, itching to touch her breasts, as well as watching her squirm from his feather-light touch. "Do you want me to not touch them, then?" He was a little disappointed, because he loved her boobs before the pregnancy, but now that he had been very close to her body tonight, he could totally tell that they were a little bigger, which was totally fine with him.
"Just…I don't know…not too much?" He nodded his head and resumed kissing her, being careful not to push too hard against her chest. His fingers twisted the fabric of her shirt on her lower back. He wanted to pull the shirt off of her, but he was going to wait until she asked him to.
"What do you want me to do now?" He asked against her ear after he kissed his way down her jaw towards her neck.
"Take your shirt off." He grinned, pulling away from her to sit up and pull his shirt off. She immediately began kissing his neck and chest, which made his eyes fall shut.
"Now what?" He said as he ran his hands through her hair as she pressed a ton of open-mouthed kisses against his chest.
"Now mine."
Jesse pushed on Beca's shoulders, pulling back from her. He then slid his hands down her arms before settling them onto her hips. He gently tugged the fabric up, exposing her skin inch by inch. He went painfully slow, making her groan with impatience. He laughed as he finally pulled the shirt completely off. He took in the sight of her topless, sitting in the bed off opposite him, with her fuller breasts completely bare before him and the curved swell of her stomach. She was beautiful, and he couldn't wait for the opportunity to worship her body once again. "Shit, you're beautiful." He groaned, leaning forward to kiss her, sliding both of his hands into her hair at the back of her head.
Her nails dug into his shoulders for a moment before she slid her hands behind his head to her neck. She scraped her nails along the back of her neck and then slid them into his hair. He groaned, because it felt amazing and always sent a shock down his spine. Once she figured out that he liked it, she kept doing it—every time they kissed; occasionally when they were just sitting next to each other, and her hand would rest along the back of his neck, scraping his skin lightly and tangling with the hair at the base of his skull. It was heavenly and torturous all at the same time, because it had always made him want to kiss her fiercely when he couldn't (like when it was just the two of them on the couch, watching a movie that he was "forcing" on her.).
Jesse detangled his hands from Beca's hair, sliding them down her back to press her a little more firmly against him. He did it carefully so as to not hurt her since she said her breasts were sensitive. Shit, he wanted them more than ever knowing that he couldn't just grab hold to them. He was like a child whose parent just said that he couldn't have a cookie before dinner; all you want is that cookie. All you think about it is that cookie; all you do is plan for a way to get that cookie. Then, finally you sneak the cookie, hoping like hell you don't get caught, and it is so good, because it was sinful, forbidden. She didn't say not to touch her there, just to be gentle. He could do gentle.
He pushed her back so that she was lying on the bed, with her head resting on the pillows. While resting all of his weight on one forearm beside her, he leaned over and pressed a light kiss to swell of her stomach. She moaned, running a hand through his hair. He laid his hand on her stomach, pulling back so that his face was inches from her stomach. This was the moment when he broke out of his lust for her and focused on being close to his baby. "Hi, little one. I'm your daddy. I don't know if you can hear me, but I totally think you should take a nap, because your daddy is about to do dirty things to your mommy, and you shouldn't be aware of them." She laughed a little breathlessly.
Jesse shifted his gaze from her stomach to look at her face. Beca was biting her bottom lip, staring at him with amusement and desire and something else that he didn't dare to name (he wanted to say that it was something close to love, but he didn't want to get his hopes up). He watched her as he ran his fingers lightly over her stomach. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them. "Jesse, if you don't touch me somewhere, I might kill you." He smirked, sliding his hand up her stomach to brush along the underside of her breast. She jerked, and he paused, waiting to see if she was okay. She nodded her head, and he slid his hand up further, not daring to touch her nipple yet.
"Are you okay?" She nodded her head again, but her breathing had changed. He couldn't tell if it was because she was finally really being touched by him or because her breasts were too sensitive and it was hurting her. "Tell me if it is too much, and I'll stop." She nodded her head again. "God, you're gonna have to use your words, Beca." She glared at him momentarily.
"Don't be an ass right now. I really don't want to be pissed at you and kick you out, because it is only going to punish me." He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the skin below her breasts with his eyes locked on hers. She whimpered, pressing her hand to the back of his head. He settled his hand more firmly over her breast, letting his palm stroke along her nipples. She moaned, arching her back into his hand. "That's good…so good." She gasped.
"It doesn't hurt?" He asked as he kissed the underside of her other breast. She dug her nails into the scalp, scraping them down his neck, making him groan into her breast.
"N-n-no…well, yes, but not in a bad way." She arched her back into his mouth and hand again.
Jesse continued to kiss and lightly massage her breasts, watching Beca the entire time that he did it; he studied her face, looking for any sign that she was in pain. She had her eyes clamped shut, and she was breathing heavily. He avoided making too much contact with her nipples, though, because he knew that they were the most sensitive. "How are you doing?" She whimpered, biting her lip.
"I'm so good." She gasped out, moaning when his lips grazed her nipple. "Again." He brushed his lips over her nipple, not adding too much pressure to it, smiling when she moaned. "More, Jesse." He opened his mouth, gently sucking on it. She groaned loudly, arching her back again. "Fuck." She gasped. He continued sucking on her nipple, gently twisting the other nipple in his fingers. She hummed digging her nails into his hair. "God, so good." He noticed that her breathing changed, and he watched her as he touched her. Her eyes were clamped tight, and she pressing her head back into the pillows, biting her lip and breathing heavily. She suddenly jerked, arching her back and letting out a loud moan. She pushed his head and hands away from her breasts, pressing a hand to her face and breathing heavily.
"Did you just…?" Jesse asked from where he was lying next to Beca on the bed. She let out a shuddering breath before looking over at him, glaring at him when she noticed his smirk.
"Shut up."
"Didn't say anything." He tried to wipe the smirk off his face, but he couldn't help it. She just had an orgasm purely from him touching her breasts. He was pretty damn proud of himself.
"Don't be so pleased with yourself. It's the pregnancy hormones." She closed her eyes.
"I think I can take a little credit for this. After all, it was me doing all the work." He leaned over to kiss her lips, biting on her bottom lip. She moaned, sliding her hands into his hair. "Are you feeling better?" He asked when he broke the kiss. She nodded her head, yawning. He glanced at the clock on her bedside table. It was nearly two in the morning. He should let her get some sleep. Now that he knew that she was turned on by him, he was going to make sure that he continued to help her out whenever her hormones got to be a little too much. While he would love to continue this now, because he had an erection the size of North America in his pants right now, he knew that she needed sleep. "Why don't we continue this tomorrow, okay?" Her eyes drooped, and she nodded her head. He pulled away from her, grabbing his shirt and handing it to her. She pulled it on and then settled back against her pillows, beneath the blankets. She yawned again, rolling onto her side, facing him. "I'm gonna go clean up the dishes."
"Wait. Please stay with me until I fall asleep?" Jesse smiled at Beca, lying down so that his face was lined up with hers. She closed her eyes, tucking her hands beneath her chin. He ran his hand through her hair, watching her as she relaxed. Her breathing started to become even, and after a few moments, he knew that she was asleep. He carefully pulled his hand from her hair and climbed out of the bed. He grabbed the tray of food with some difficulty (he really needed to take care of what was going on in his pants) and left the room.
He brought the dishes downstairs, cleaning up the kitchen after he unbuttoned and un-zippered his pants. When he was finished, he went up stairs, relieved to see that his erection had gone away. He paused in the hallway outside of his room, debating if he should go in there or if he should go back to Beca's room. It took him about a minute to decide that he had no plans for leaving her room and bed anytime soon (or ever, but he can't exactly get ahead of himself at this point). He snuck into her room, pulling off his jeans and climbing into the bed beside her. She shifted in her sleep, rolling so that she was pressed against him. He smiled into her hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, resting his arm over her waist. He closed his eyes, letting the sleep overcome him, with a big smile on his face. This was where he belonged, with Beca in his arms.
Author's Note: Okay, so I know I'm probably going to do some damage control in the next chapter, because it was pretty much pure fluff in this chapter (and a hint of smut). Beca might seem like she kind of got over everything that happened with Jesse really fast, but she didn't. I'm gonna touch on that in the next chapter, because all is not forgiven between them. She just really needed an orgasm, okay? Haha! I know a lot of you were expecting a big blow up, and I honestly intended to have one, too, and to have Jesse discover that he was the father in a completely different way, but this is how it came out.
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