DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters or Pitch Perfect *sobs*

They'd actually landed on the TV, something they both took pleasure laughing at first thing in the morning when the sun crept through the curtains. There was a hard tap on the door at dead on eight thirty.

"Shit." They both said at exactly the same time. Beca rummaged for something to put on and reached for Jesse's shirt and her panties from yesterday. Meanwhile he retrieved his boxers and went to open the door for who was likely to be his mom.

"Good morning Sandra," Beca called from where she'd retreated to the bathroom with her overnight bag. "I'm just jumping in the shower!"

Jesse tapped a kiss to his mother's cheek and she gave him a look. The 'I know what you did last night and I won't bring it up because you're old enough to make your own decisions but please tell me you used protection' look.

"So what's up?" He broke the semi-awkward silence and she jumped back into her normal controlling self.

"I was just checking if you were awake. Most of the family have already gone down to breakfast so just join us when you're ready." She made her way over to the door and gave him one final glance before she left. "No rush."

"Mom…" he groaned and she made her departure, laughing to herself down the corridor.

He knocked on the bathroom door, waiting for Beca' authorisation before entering. At her "It's open." He twisted the handle and went over to the sink to get his toothbrush.

"What did she want?" Beca shouted over the loudness of the water.

"Letting us know everyone's already headed down for breakfast." He squirted the neon blue toothpaste onto his brush and wet it under the tap.

"That it?"

"Also, no rush." He began brushing and heard her musical laugh.

"Shame, I was hoping for round two." Jesse almost swallowed his toothbrush and poked his head through the curtain giving her a cheeky but disgusting soapy smile. "Dude, get out!" He pulled the curtain shut again and continued to brush his teeth.

When Beca had completed showering and brushing her own teeth, he took his turn and Beca moved into the bedroom to find some clothes. Digging through her bag she pulled out her favourite loose sweatpants and a black tank top. She dressed quickly and scraped her hair into a messy bun. It's not like she was going anywhere exciting for breakfast and the journey back to Barden would take up the majority of the day so her priority was comfort rather than style. She steered clear from any makeup letting her skin breathe from all the foundation and eyeshadow she had worn last night.

Jesse emerged from the bathroom, a towel tied loose around his waist. Beca gestured to the jeans and t-shirt she laid out on the arm of a chair and he whipped her ass with the end of the towel he was using to dry his hair.

"Hey!" She gaped at him.

"What? Your ass looks great in those pants!"

She picked up her dirty bra from the floor and aimed it at his head but of course he caught it. Stupid reflexes.

She tore it from his grip and packed it alongside her dress which was now a crumpled mess. They slipped on their matching black converse (total coincidence) and let their growling stomachs guide them to breakfast.

In the foyer they met Laura, Tom, Rosie and Alfie. Rosie giggled over to Beca and motioned to be lifted. Beca settled her on her hip and brushed her unruly curls away from her eyes.

"Morning sweetie, sleep well?" The five year old nodded eagerly and faced Jesse.

"Did you sleep well Jesse?" She asked politely, mimicking Beca. He pressed his lips to the palm of her hand, blowing a raspberry that caused her to squirm in Beca's arms.

"I slept very well, thank you Rosie." He exchanged a knowing look with Beca that the girl was oblivious to but her parents weren't.

"Have your own little after party you dirty rats?" Laura quipped and Beca sent daggers at her ponytail.

"Well I don't know about little…"

"Jesse!"

Tom had to say sorry to the waitress that guided them to the table when he snorted loudly and Laura smacked his shoulder, casting the waitress an apologetic look on behalf of her husband.

"We are not discussing this at breakfast!" Beca pressed a cool hand against her flushed cheeks and Rosie copied.

"How about lunch then?" Tom chuckled as they all took their seats on a table next to the newlyweds and Jesse's parents.

Jesse eyed the spread of food that lined the far wall of the restaurant, "What do you want to drink?" he asked Beca who was pushing Rosie's chair closer to the table so she could reach.

"I'll just have a coffee." He left the table to go fill their mugs.

"Beca, could you take Alfie for a moment while I get Rosie's food?" Laura held the baby out to Beca and she willingly let her place him in her arms.

"Sure." Tom followed his wife over to the buffet and Beca shifted into a more comfortable position, resting Alfie's weight on the arm of the chair.

She gazed down him in her lap and her heart did a little flip. He was staring back up at her with Tom's wild green eyes that crinkled at the corners when she stroked his pudgy cheek.

"Hey little guy." She whispered and he stretched into a gummy smile and her heart swelled with a strange feeling.

"Looks like you're babysitting." Jesse said upon returning. He set her steaming mug down out of Rosie's reach and brought the burning liquid to his mouth loving the bitter taste that he could feel rousing his body.

"You just missed him smiling at me." She couldn't tear her eyes from the boy who was adorably sucking his thumb.

"It's his new trick. Apparently he's only done it twice- now three times in the past week." He relayed what Tom had told him when Jesse had gone to the bar with him last night.

Beca nodded, captivated by how determined Alfie was at trying to get his whole fist in his mouth.

"It suits you, you know." He spoke softly, admiring the gentleness of Beca's gaze and her small smile.

"What does?" She tore her eyes from the baby and to Jesse who held a secret smile. He put his almost empty mug on its coaster and stroked Alfie's downy hair.

"I can just imagine you-" he started but was interrupted by the sound of a camera shutter closing.

"Awh, aren't you two just adorable." Laura admired the photo she had just taken and showed Tom who was putting a plate of pancakes swimming in syrup in front of his daughter. "Sweetie, look at how great Beca and Jesse would look as parents." He smirked at the screen and then eyed the blushing couple.

"Perfect."

Beca sneakily stuck her middle finger up, hiding it behind her mug so Rosie wouldn't see and they burst out laughing. Alfie began to get restless in her arms and Tom set down his knife and fork ready to collect his son.

"It's okay, I've got it." Jesse rose from his seat and took the child from Beca's arms that had grown heavy with his weight. He placed his small frame against his shoulder and patted his back soothingly.

"God, just have kids already." Laura spluttered, eggs flying from her mouth and landing back on her plate. Beca rolled her eyes and stood too, her stomach aching at the lack of food in it.

"Come on, I'll get your food." Beca turned to Jesse and he followed her over to the waffle station, Alfie whimpered against his neck and Jesse shushed and bounced him slowly as they waited in line for their food.

Beca was watching Jesse; the way he lightly rested his cheek on Alfie's head, the small kisses he brushed against his skin, how at peace and comfortable he looked with a baby in his arms. He would be an amazing father.

"Beca, the line is moving." Jesse tapped his foot against hers and she passed their plates over to the guy making the waffles. He piled two on each plate and passed them back, casting a kind smile to the baby.

"Chocolate or maple?" Beca asked, hand poised over the bowls of delicious sauce.

"Chocolate." He said and she poured a very unhealthy serving onto his waffle before drizzling some over her own.

They moved over to the table laden with an assortment of fruit and Beca plopped a few strawberries onto their plates, adding a few cherries onto hers.

"Is he asleep?" He whispered to Beca as they swerved through the restaurant back to their table. She glanced over his shoulder to see a pair of eyes drooping, one arm gripped the back of Jesse's t-shirt and the other swung freely in time with his steps.

"Almost. He'll be gone in a minute."

Beca placed their drool-worthy plates in their settings and Rosie giggled, her mouth smothered in sticky maple syrup. Jesse gently set Alfie down in his mother's arms who had finished her eggs and toast.

"Thanks you two." Jesse and Beca simultaneously smiled at her and then dug into their waffles like a pair of ravenous animals. She moaned in appreciation when the first bite hit the back of her throat and Jesse almost choked on a strawberry.

"Behave yourselves!" Tom scolded and they fell into a more suitable conversation about how dead Ashley looked two tables away nursing a mug of what they assumed was pitch black coffee.

"You'll never guess what she said last night."

A/N: I'm considering this as one of my favourite chapters so far. I just couldn't help Laura and Tom teasing our favourites a little bit ;) Seriously, how adorable is Jesse with a baby? Anyway, as always any reviews, favourites and follows count as secret Jeca kisses we knew they had but weren't in PP2 ) Thanks for reading!