"Morning," Jesse smiled as Beca who had just unlocked the door to her apartment and let him in.
"Morning," she replied.
He hugged her, placing a peck on her temple while his hand felt her belly.
It was a matter of days before he finally got to meet his daughter.
"How are you doing?" he asked as she pulled away.
"Okay," she curtly said.
He lowered his head to get a better look at her: she looked tired. "Didn't get much sleep last night, huh?" Jesse figured.
"Nope," she sighed. "Aiden just got into the shower," she shared with him.
"Yeah, I know I'm early." He eyed her: her hair was still wet from the shower and she had sweatpants and an over-sized T-shirt on. "What happened?" he wondered, noting the bucket and mop in the room.
"The orange juice pitch slipped from my hand," she informed.
He nodded at her words and followed her into the kitchenette.
"Let me help you with that." He walked around the counter, deciding to give her a hand with breakfast. "You go back to sleep if you want."
She was rubbing her eyes and seemed very uncomfortable. The shower she had only made her sleepier, he assumed.
"I'll go back to sleep after I eat something."
"Well, then go lay down. I'll bring you breakfast to bed," he suggested.
"Thanks." She smiled at him. "Although breakfast in bed does sound awesome, I'm gonna pass. I want to have it with you and Aiden." She patted his cheek. "I'll go back to bed once you guys leave."
"What do you want to eat?"
"I was going to make some pancakes," she told him. "Already started on the batter," she yawned.
"Want me to make you waffles, too?"
She nodded still yawning and carefully took a seat on one of the stool. "Thanks, Jesse."
"No problem." He picked up where she left off. "You know I like feeding you." He smiled at her.
"So you're planning to sleep in today?" he said as he turned to the stove, the pancake batter in hand.
"Yup. Mostly that." She ran her fingers through her hair. "What about you?"
"I'm meeting a friend," he shared with her. "Donald… we went to college together and we actually worked together on my first project. Co-wrote the movie that I directed and that he produced."
"How did you two get in touch?" she asked.
"He moved to L.A. recently after years of living on the east coast. He texted me and asked if I wanted to hang out." His excitement was childlike and she found it adorable. "Oddly enough I didn't fuck things up with him, we just lost touch."
"You do realize that you weren't the antichrist?" Jesse had a tendency to assume he ruined all of his relationships and was having a hard time accepting that he wasn't always a douchebag.
"Well, yeah, of course." He shrugged. "I don't have to meet him until this afternoon. I thought we'd hang out but you're going back to bed."
"I'm not that tired—" Another yawn interrupted her. "Besides, I have some chores to do around the apartment."
"I'll help you with the chores then," he figured.
By the time breakfast was ready, Aiden had stepped out of the bathroom freshly showered.
"Aiden, buddy, excited to get your learner's permit?" Jesse asked pretty damn excited himself once the boy got dressed for the day and joined his parents for breakfast.
"Kinda nervous, actually," Aiden responded, sitting down.
"You're a great driver, Aiden, you have nothing to be nervous about," Jesse assured. "Besides, we're gonna rehearse before you go to school, aren't we?" That was the whole point of Jesse showing up early at Beca's apartment.
"You got this." Beca smiled warmly at her nervous son before she placed a kiss on his head.
Jesse dropped Aiden off at his school after the boy practiced driving one last time before he passed his test later that day then went back to Beca's place.
He did most of the chores and Beca couldn't stop him because a- she was very pregnant b- she was very tired c- he was very persistent.
"Laundry is done," Jesse announced, making his way towards her bedroom. "Anything else?" he wondered as he stood in the doorway, a basket of clean clothes in hands.
"No, all done. Seriously, dude, thank you."
"What are you doing?" he asked, placing the basket down and walking to her.
"Eh, just checking if everything in its place." She zipped the hospital bag.
He sat down next to her on the bed and rubbed her back when she blew a breath. "You alright, Becs?"
She nodded. "A little nervous," she admitted.
"Well, that's normal I guess. Being afraid of giving birth, especially that you've been through it and know how painful it is."
"Jesse," she called.
"Yes."
She took too long before she spoke. "Parenting a baby is really hard." She paused. "Dating and also parenting a baby is even harder."
"You don't think we can do it?" he didn't know what to think of what she dropped on him.
"I don't think our thing is strong enough to survive having a baby," she reluctantly said.
"Beca," he called in disbelief, the hand that was rubbing her back falling on the bed. "Our thing is getting stronger." It irked him a little that she refused to call their thing a relationship.
"We've been dating for barely three months, Jesse. There are people out there who've been together for years before they've had a baby and they end up breaking up," she argued.
"We're not those people. We're us," he replied. "We'll make it work. It won't be easy but we will," he confidently said.
"Dude, you don't know what you're talking about," she chuckled humorlessly. "It's really hard to take care of a newborn and not lose yourself in the process let alone dedicate some of your time to a significant other."
"Well, not with your mindset we won't make it," he mumbled, getting up.
"I'm being realistic here, Jesse."
"You call that being realistic?" He couldn't believe it but they were having their first argument. "I call it being pessimistic."
"Oh my god," she laughed humorlessly.
"Yeah, you don't have faith in us," he accusingly said. "Deciding beforehand that we're doomed. Guess you went into this with your foot out of the door after all." He closed his eyes momentarily for snapping at her. "I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Just get out," she sighed, sounding defeated.
"Bec, I didn't mean—"
"I don't wanna hear it," she interrupted. "Leave."
He eyed her for a few seconds then nodded and got out of the room, figuring it would be best if he did what she wanted.
Jesse was out having a drink with his old friend Donald and he couldn't help but only think about Beca. He regretted what he said so much. He didn't understand how he'd snapped at her like he did. He didn't want it to happen again. It sounded like something he'd say pre-amnesia and it scared him to think that his douche-bagginess was resurfacing.
"Have you been working on anything?" Donald asked.
"I've been writing," Jesse answered. "It's been a little slow."
"That's cool. You have some great stuff to pull from. I mean it's awful what you went through but you know what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's cool, I get what you mean." Jesse took a sip of his tea. "What about you?"
"I'm currently in the process of developing an 8-part miniseries for Netflix," Donald shared.
"That is awesome. Tell me more about it," Jesse eagerly said, shoving his own thoughts to the back of his mind.
What Beca said about their ability to maintain a relationship once Rosalie was born was really hard to push back, it kept creeping back.
"Sounds like a great show," Jesse said once Donald finished explaining the premise of this new series, a series that Jesse retained nothing about.
"Thanks," Donald drummed his fingers on the table before he spoke again, "you know, I've been thinking a lot about what made For a Year so good," he said referring to their one and only collaboration that also happened to be their first feature. "And I came to the conclusion that it's all you, man."
"Me?" Jesse frowned.
"Yeah." Donald nodded. "You put your heart and soul into that movie." He paused. "Because you drew so much from your own experiences."
"I guess I have. I never really thought about it."
"This show I'm developing right now would be a perfect project for you to work on," Donald noted.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Jesse reluctantly said, wondering if Donald had watched any of his movies from the last five years.
"It is, though. Think about it. This mini-series has themes that you've had the misfortune of going through yourself."
Jesse thought about it for a second and Donald wasn't wrong. Almost dying because of terminal illness and the amnesia did leave a huge mark on him emotionally and physically and he could see the main themes of the miniseries in his own life.
"You don't have to give me an answer right now, but I want you to think about it, okay? I'd really love to work with you again."
"I'll think about it," Jesse finally said.
Jesse went back to Beca's place, hoping to find her in a better mood and planning to properly apologize and talk about how she felt about their relationship like adults instead of pissing her off.
He was about to knock when she unlocked the door. "Hi," he greeted, eyeing her.
Beca changed from her sweats into a dress and had sunglasses on. He soon figured she was on her way out.
"I know you wanted to be left alone but I can't just leave for good now, can I?" he chuckled humorlessly and followed her to the elevator. "Look, I'm really sorry for snapping at you like that. It was out of line and I wish I could take it back." He frowned when she said nothing in response.
"Beca, I know you're mad at me but don't you think ignoring me is a bit much?" He stepped into the elevator after she did and watched her push the ground floor button.
"I'm not ignoring you. I just figured I hear you out until you were done talking before I spoke." She took off her sunglasses and wore them over her head. "You should try that sometime."
"I'm really sorry—" he noticed the bag she had in her hand that he recognized as the bag she planned to take with her to the hospital and immediately his eyes widened.
"You're in labor?" he realized.
"Yup," she answered and as if on cue she felt a contraction coming.
"Why didn't you call me?" he asked, his voice going a few pitches higher than normal. "What the hell, Beca!"
"I was gonna call you." She winced as she tried to breathe through the very painful contraction.
"When? After you've already given birth?"
"I was gonna call you and tell you to meet me there, there's no need to drag you here just so we would go together. I can drive myself."
She rested her hand against the wall when the elevator made a weird sound before it stopped.
"No," Jesse mumbled. "This can't be happening." He pressed several buttons on the board, hoping it would get the elevator to move. "Fuck," he grunted before he punched the board.
"We'll just call nine-one-one to get us out of here," she sighed, reaching to look inside her bag for her cellphone. "Fuck, I can't find it." she sighed. "I must've left it on the counter."
Jesse patted his pockets to feel his phone and soon realized he left it in the car. "I left mine in the car." He ran a hand over his face.
"Well, this sucks," Beca said meeting Jesse's gaze. "Someone will realize this piece of junk isn't work and call the landlord," she added, noting the very panicked look on his face. "We won't be here for long."
He looked at the door ahead of them. "You don't know that." He swallowed hard and could hear his heart beat faster.
"Jesse, hey, look at me." She cupped his face to tilt his head. "Everything is gonna be okay," she assured him, realizing that he was building up to a panic attack. She was also panicking but wasn't showing any of it in front of Jesse. "Someone will come eventually. It's gonna be okay. So, just breathe." He rapidly nodded and sucked in a deep breath before he began banging on the door and calling for help in the hopes of catching anyone's attention.
His hands hurt so he took a little break from banging on the door. "I'm really sorry about earlier," he said after a few seconds of silence. "You're scared of how having Rosalie will affect us and instead of talking it through with you, I lashed out." He leaned against the wall behind him. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not scared… I'm just worried," she said with a shrug. "We don't really hang out that much as it is and once there's a baby around we won't hang out at all. She'll be our sole focus for her first few months."
"You think we'll lose interest in each other?" he wondered doubting it would happen to them.
"It could happen, Jesse."
"Well, I guess then we'll have to make conscious effort to make sure that never happens," he figured.
"That's easier said than done."
"Have a little faith in us, would you?" He frowned when she placed a hand against her back feeling another contraction coming. He straightened up and tried to help her get through it as best as he could. "That was really close to the last contraction, Beca," Jesse noted.
"Yup." She exhaled loudly, leaning against the wall and resting her head against it as well.
"We really need to get you to the hospital. Have you been timing contractions? How long ago did they get close in time?"
"A couple of hours now," she shared him. "Active labor lasts up to five hours," she reminded when she clocked the very same panic from minutes ago resurface.
"You know that's not always the case." He scratched his head, feeling helpless and useless. "Also, I'm the one who's supposed to comfort you and not the other way around: you're in labor and we're stuck in a fucking elevator!"
"Yeah, well, you're on the verge of a panic attack and I'm not."
"What?" Jesse asked noting the frown that formed on Beca's forehead before she slipped her hand under her dress.
She had blood on the tips of her fingers when she pulled her hand from underneath her dress.
"No, no, no, no," Jesse was trying not let the panic he felt take over him completely but it was very hard not to panic. "Okay," he breathed at last. "We're getting out of here," he said as he looked around them.
"How?" Beca calmly said and Jesse couldn't fathom how she's holding it together. If it weren't for her glassy eyes and the sniffling it would be impossible to tell that she was barely holding it together.
He could see through the crack of the door light, which could only mean they were close to a level. He then proceeded to force-open the door with his hands.
His fingers hurt like hell but he wasn't going to stop until he opened it.
Jesse tilted his head to look at Beca who had been very quiet to find her looking paler than she did earlier and couldn't tell if it's the blood she was losing or her fear of what the bleeding could mean. "Beca," he called. "Feeling dizzy?" he guessed because she was resting her head against the wall.
She nodded curtly and he could feel his heart clench. She looked really bad and it worried him so much to know that it wasn't just her that was at risk.
Jesse shoved his worries to the back of his head because he had to get his bleeding pregnant girlfriend to the hospital and that was all he had to focus his energy on.
Jesse didn't know how they made it to the hospital. He was on autopilot: he didn't allow himself to even think about what was happening because he knew he'd panic if he did. So he shoved those fears to the back of his mind until nurses stopped him from getting any further in the ER once they took Beca with them.
She was still conscious and felt few contractions on the way to the hospital and that's what kept him from completely breaking down.
Jesse dropped on the closest chair he saw and had to clench his hands when they started to shake as his thoughts made it back to his conscious mind.
He had a full-blown panic attack that he struggled to get through.
Jesse checked the time on his watch every two minutes as he waited for a doctor to come to tell him that anything about Beca and their baby girl. He knew he should probably call someone yet couldn't bring himself to get out of the hospital to go and get his cellphone from his car.
"Hey," he softly said, walking into the room.
"Hi," Beca cleared her throat, trying to sit up.
"Easy," he mumbled. "I know you can't feel it right now thanks to the anesthesia but you had surgery. Be careful."
She nodded in response and rubbed her face.
"Where is she?" Beca asked, feeling Jesse's fingers tracing the tattoos on her arm once he sat down on the bed. "Jesse?" she called, hearing a sniffle. "Where's my daughter?" she tried to sit up again.
"At the newborn nursery. Don't freak out. She's fine," he answered.
"You scared me."
"Sorry," he quickly wiped the tears that fell. "I was just there actually. Well, not in the nursery." She nodded, figuring he meant he just stood in front of the huge window and saw their daughter.
"A nurse should bring her soon," he assured.
"Why are you crying?" she asked quietly.
"Because you scared me." He wiped the tears that wouldn't stop falling. "You lost a lot of blood and the doctor told me that there was a strong chance you wouldn't make it through surgery because of all the blood you lost." He sniffled and decided to keep the fact that her heart actually stopped during surgery and that Rosalie wouldn't have made it if they arrived a minute later to the hospital from her.
"I'm still here, Jess."
"Well, yeah. Thank god!" He chuckled humorlessly. "Well thank the doctor that really freaked me out at first. But also, God. I don't wanna mess with the big guy. He could take you away and we don't want that."
"Come here, weirdo." She reached for him and he obliged, scooting closer and burying his face in her hair when she hugged him tightly. "It's okay," she told him as she rubbed his back, looking up when a nurse knocked on the door before she walked in. She had Rosalie, who was fussing, with her.
"Baby is really hungry," the nurse said.
Jesse pulled away then stood up to let the nurse do her job.
He watched as Beca took Rosalie from the nurse and it wasn't long until Rosalie was happily nursing.
"She's got quite the appetite," Jesse noted as the nurse left the room.
"Yeah," Beca agreed, rubbing her thumb against Rosalie's cheek. "Hey, where's Aiden?" she asked as he sat down next to her.
Jesse looked at his watch. "On his way here. Stacie is picking him up from school." He threw his arm around her and rubbed her arm. "He aced the test by the way."
"Nice."
"Becs," he called, fixating on their newborn baby. "Move in with me."
The scare they just experienced made him truly see how much he cared about her. Jesse realized that developed extremely strong feelings for Beca and it only made him want to move their relationship forward. Living together seemed like the next step for them given the circumstances.
Beca was quiet for a few seconds. "No."
"Because you're worried we wouldn't make it through Rosalie's first few months," he figured. "I get it." He nodded. "We don't have to share a bedroom. You can have your own room. There's plenty of room in my house unlike your apartment," he told her. "We don't even have to tell Aiden we're seeing each other. We'll tell him it's just because you live on the fourth floor and how impractical it is when the elevator keeps breaking down. Besides, there's not enough room for you, Aiden, and Rosalie in your apartment."
"Jesse, we can't just move in together after three months of dating," she said in response. "Most couples out there date for years before they move in together."
"We're not like most couples." He shrugged. "We're us. We have a teenage son and a newborn baby. I don't think the couples you're using as an example really represent our situation." He sat up when Beca held Rosalie against her chest once she finished nursing.
"Just think about it, Becs."
"No." She shook her head. "And, we're done talking about this." Beca tilted her head to look at him as she patted Rosalie's back gently.
Jesse clenched his jaw because despite knowing how likely it was that she'd say no, he had a tiny hope that she'd agree.
When Stacie arrived at the hospital with Aiden, Jesse left the room. He told them he was going to grab something from the vending machine but he just needed some time off.
He bit into the energy bar he just bought and sat down in one of the chairs in the hall.
"You okay there, Jesse?" He heard Stacie ask and looked up.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Well, you're a bad liar." She sat down next to him. "What's up?"
"I asked Beca to move in with me and she said no."
"What did you expect?" she snorted.
"Her apartment isn't the best place to raise a baby."
"I lived in that apartment. I have no idea why Beca hasn't moved out yet."
'She can't afford to move out,' he thought to himself.
"She won't agree to move in with you easily, Jesse. I love Beca to death but she's very difficult."
"What am I supposed to do? It's nearly impossible to have a conversation with her when she's already made up her mind."
"Knowing Beca, you just have to wait for her to change her mind," Stacie clicked her tongue. "Nothing good comes from pressuring her."
"That's not good enough." Jesse starched his head. "I can't just wait. I gotta do something."
"In that case, good luck." She patted his shoulder.
"Thanks, Stacie," he smiled at the brunette.
"Is this really necessary?" Beca asked.
"Yes." Jesse nodded. "Come on." He picked her up very carefully because he was worried he'd put any pressure on the wound of the surgery.
She sighed, throwing her arm around his shoulder. "Is she still asleep?"
Aiden had Rosalie in his arms as well as his mother's bag. "Yup," the boy assured, checking on his sister.
By the time, they made it to the apartment Jesse was sweating.
Beca wasn't heavy or anything but climbing the stairs to get to the fourth floor was quite the workout.
"Thanks." He smiled when Beca used the back of her sleeve to wipe the sweat that formed on his forehead.
He put her down ever so carefully and watched her unlock the door.
"Welcome home, sis," Aiden quietly said to his sleeping sister as he entered the house, pecking her cheek before handing her over to his mother.
"Here you go," Beca said handing Jesse a pillow and a bed sheet.
"Thanks," he said accepting them. He put the pillow on the sofa then threw the bed sheet over it.
"You really don't have to do this, you know?"
"Of course I do." He sat down. "First six weeks of a baby's life are hell for the parents. I'm not gonna let you go through hell on your own." He had already told why he was sleeping over but felt the need to repeat himself.
"Right, because this isn't your way of 'showing me' how wrong I am for not wanting to move in with you," she deadpanned. "I refused to move in with you so you moved in with me instead…"
"I'm sleeping over because I want to help take care of Rosalie," he insisted. "She's my daughter, too."
He wasn't lying but she wasn't wrong either. He did plan to change her mind about moving in together. He wasn't just going to drop it. However, Jesse had yet to figure out how he was going to change her mind.
"Hey, I'm not gonna kick you out," she said in amusement. "Relax," she chuckled. "I hope you napped earlier 'cause you won't be getting much sleep tonight." She tilted her head to check if Aiden's bedroom door was closed before she leaned in and placed a peck on Jesse's lips.
He barely had any sleep that night or the night that followed but he had zero complaints.
Beca went through a lot to get Rosalie into the world. She needed to heal and not getting enough sleep would slow her healing process.
So, yeah, he was fine getting zero sleep at night.
After the second week, Jesse officially became a night owl.
"Sorry," Aiden apologized, noting that he woke his father up when he flipped the light switch. "I didn't know you were sleeping here."
"It's okay," Jesse replied, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?" he asked, sitting up.
"Five-thirty pm," the teenage boy answered, placing his backpack on his desk and taking off his sweatshirt. "Why are you sleeping in my bed?" he wondered.
"Your mom wanted to clean the apartment and I was napping on the sofa. She sent me here." He yawned, stretching. "Your bed is so comfy." He laid back and threw his arm over his eyes, still feeling sleepy.
"You're just really tired," Aiden snorted. "Hey, dad," the boy then called.
Jesse hummed in response.
"I know you're super tired during the day because Rosa keeps you up at night," he began to say, bringing a smile to his father's face at his use of Rosa in reference to his baby sister. "But we have a game next Thursday and I was wondering if you'd like to come to watch."
"Hell, yeah, I'll come," Jesse answered right away.
"Awesome," Aiden beamed. "I'm gonna let you sleep now."
"No, I'm up." Jesse sighed. "I'm really hungry. I'm thinking tacos."
"Want me to go get them for you?" Aiden wondered.
"Nah, I'll go. I'd like some company, though." Jesse was feeling bad for how little he hung out with Aiden ever since Rosalie was born and wanted to make up for the boy.
"I'll go see if mom wants tacos, too," Aiden left the room while his father struggled to get out of bed.
Jesse exited his son's bedroom and made his way to the living area to retrieve his shoes.
He sat down on the sofa, next to Beca who was folding clothes and rubbed his face. "You okay?" he heard Beca ask and nodded.
"Yeah, it's just one of those naps that really fuck with you once you wake up," he told her, looking up. "I just need to wash up."
"Aiden is in the bathroom," she let him know. "I should empty a drawer for you," Beca mumbled as she folded a t-shirt of his, feeling his gaze on her.
"Just put my clothes in a backpack, I'll take 'em home," he told her.
"Please, like that would make a difference when you practically live here now."
"Is that a complaint I'm hearing?" she didn't sound like she was bothered.
"No," she sighed. "I actually appreciate the extra pair of hands with Rosalie," she genuinely said, tilting her head to look at him. "Thank you for looking after her. But you're having nights off from now on."
"What do you mean?" He frowned.
"I mean what I said. You're exhausted and your sleep schedule is all over the place. I'll wake up for Rosalie tonight."
"Beca, I don't mind—"
"—I do." She cupped his cheek. "No more several sleepless nights in a row for you."
She dropped her hand when Aiden unlocked the bathroom door.
"Dude, go back to sleep," Beca said when Jesse joined her in her bedroom as soon as Rosalie woke up for her night feed.
"I can't. Not when she's bawling."
"Jesse, if you're not going to get sleep here I think you should spend the night at your place from now on."
"What? No!"
"Not every night. Just the nights off," she clarified. "And keep your voice down!"
"I don't want nights off," he quietly said.
She sighed, stroking Rosalie's cheek as the infant began to calm down in her mother's arm while she nursed.
"This is my favorite part," Jesse whispered as Rosalie began to fall asleep. "When she's almost out but won't stop nursing." He leaned in and placed a small peck on Rosalie's head.
"She's so beautiful," he gushed.
"Yeah, she is," Beca agreed.
Beca waited until Rosalie completely dosed off before she put her back in her crib.
"Do you want me to stop spending the night here?" Jesse asked, wrapping an arm around Beca's waist from behind.
"I want you to get some sleep at normal sleep hours," she said in response. "If you're not going to get any of that here then yes, I want you to stop spending the night here."
"Okay." He placed a peck on her head before he buried his face in her hair. She had a point because he really needed to be up during the day.
"Does it still hurt?" he wondered, resting his hand right above her bikini line where she had C-section stitches. The stitches came off but the wound hadn't completely healed.
"When I bend, yes. Otherwise, no."
He pulled his head back just enough to place a peck on her temple. "I miss this," he mumbled into her hair.
"We need to fix this," he inhaled deeply.
"Fix what?" she leaned into his chest.
"You said we won't have time for each other and you were right," he admitted. Truly, their sole focus had been Rosalie for the past two weeks.
"But I have a plan to fix this." He rested his cheek against hers. "We just need good time management."
"That's your genius plan? Time management?" she tilted her head to look at him.
"Well, I have a few ideas that I'd like to keep as a surprise but yes it's all about time management." He sighed when she eyed him suspiciously. "Just trust me, okay? And promise you'll humor me."
"Alright." She shrugged.
He leaned in to kiss her and deepened it when she wrapped an arm loosely around his waist as she turned to face him.
Jesse really missed her and could tell from the way she was kissing him that she missed him just as much.
He slept through most of the day and when he'd be up, Aiden would be around so holding hands under the table while they had dinner was the mostly the only form of affection apart from the quick pecks they shared.
Jesse pulled away first and tried to control his breathing which proved to be a challenge: He was extremely turned on and the only thing they did was makeout for less than a minute.
He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.
"You alright?" Beca quietly asked.
Feeling her hand caress his cheek, he smiled and pulled her closer in a hug. "I just need a minute."
"Oh," she exclaimed in realization, feeling his erection against her thigh.
"Yeah," he sighed then nuzzled her cheek. "I should let you get some sleep." He placed a peck on her cheek.
"Wait," she mumbled when he broke the hug, hooking her index finger into the waistband of his sweatpants. "Let's fix this first."
He chuckled, kissing her back when she threw her arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer as they kissed.
"As much as I'd really, really love for you to help fix this, I can't take you up on that." He clicked his tongue.
"Why?" she frowned.
"Well, for starters it's almost two am and we should be sleeping." He sighed. "Besides, I know for a fact that sex—oral included— is not something you're interested in right now, that's just how biology works." He shrugged.
Her body was balancing its hormones back to how they were pre-pregnancy, which took time and resulted in low sex drive.
"Thank you for offering, though." He then placed a kiss on her forehead right where she had a frown.
AN: Hey, peeps. Sorry, it's been a while. I hope this chapter was entertaining enough. Let me what you thought.