Chapter 26:
"Ms. Mitchell? He's awake," said the nurse that walked out of the room my dad was in. I slowly got up and walked into the room to find him strapped into cords hooked up to machines.
"Beca? Y-You came? I know I made mistakes, a lot of mistakes, but I am truly sorry and I want to make up for that. Can you please forgive me?" he asked. He was in a near-death situation, and he wanted to apologize to me?
"Yes Dad, I forgive you," I said as he leaned back and smiled.
"Pardon, I don't mean to interrupt but we will have to keep him here for a few days, he has two broken ribs, a moderate concussion and his right shoulder is out of place. We may have to take him into surgery but in about four months I'm sure he will be good as new," the nurse reassured. Jesse was rubbing my back as he wrapped his arms around me to comfort me. He pulled me in close and kissed the top of my head like he had been doing the entire night.
"That's bad, but thank you," my dad said. "Beca? Sheila? Jesse's family? May I have a minute alone with Jesse?" Jesse looked shocked. We all slightly nodded and walked out of the room, but I took one last look at him before closing the door.
Jesse's POV:
"Yes, Dr. Mitchell?" Was I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? He gestured for me to come closer.
"Look, Jesse, I know I haven't been much of a father to Beca. You know that, Beca knows that, everyone knows that. I've been trying hard though this past year, really I have, to make up for the mistake I made. The day I left, I knew I shouldn't have. I knew Beca nor her mother would forgive me. But now she has… and I will forever respect her for that. Jesse, I know you won't make the same mistakes as I. I can tell. Therefore, I give you my permission to take Beca's hand in marriage one day. I wanted to tell you that earlier but I was… in a coma, so it was physically impossible," said Beca's Dad.
"Wow… thank you sir! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I have been thinking about it, I want to wait until senior year though, that way it will give us time. Plus I want to finish school before we get super serious. But thank you, again, sir. I will never leave her, ever," I promised. And I knew I was going to keep that promise.
**Two Days Later**
Beca's POV:
"We're leaving now, call if anything happens. Feel better," I said to my dad. He had recently gotten surgery. A few hours later we had boarded a plane back to New York to spend start the summer. A bit better this time, hopefully. This one took a wrong turn at the beginning and I want to start over. I sat down next to Jesse and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Everything's going to be okay now Beca, your dad is being nursed back to health, and we're continuing on with our lives. He's calling daily, and he gave me permission to marry you," said Jesse. Did I hear what I think I just heard?
"Run that by me again?" I stared in awe.
"Oh yeah, that's what we were talking about. He gave me permission Beca. Meaning you're mine forever. But you knew that."
"Of course." I was so happy. Overwhelmed even. I think. He lightly kissed me on the lips and nuzzled into my neck. We both fell asleep hand-in-hand shortly after that.
A few hours later, we arrived in New York and drove to Jesse's house. I was getting use to the fact of being in a plane. I doubt I could ride without Jesse, though. "So usually when we get here, you're hungry. Anything particular?" asked Jesse. He knew me too well.
"Lemonade. Do you make good lemonade?" I wondered.
"Don't I make good everything?" he smiled. I grinned and motioned for him to pick me up and carry me downstairs since we were in his room. He sat me in a tall chair that was attached to the ground of the bar-table. He grabbed lemon juice out of the fridge and squirted some at me.
"Hey!" I defended. He laughed and I through a little sugar that he put on the counter at him. He put his hands up in surrender and continued to mix the lemonade. When he finished, he poured me a glass and put the rest in the fridge. "Where did you learn to cook and make everything?"
"Middle school. I watched my mom cook everyday and I learned. It's a gift," he gloated.
"If it's such a gift, then you should make bagel bites!" my face lit up as I said that.
"Don't I get something in return?"
"And what should that be?"
He grinned at me, "How about, you sing something for me. A song from the broadway musical High Society. Do it or no bagel bites."
"You're no fair. But fine. This girl wants her bagel bites." Later that day, Jesse and I decided to go to the bar with Dylan and John. We were getting ready to leave when Jesse stopped me.
"You still have to sing me something," he remembered. Damn it I hoped he had forgotten.
"Fine," I cleared my throat and sang the one song that I knew from High Society. "Life upon the wicked stage ain't ever what a girl supposes, stage door johnnys aren't raging over you with gems and roses."
"That was beautiful, Mitchell," he said in awe.
"Shut up and get ready, nerd."
We walked into the bar to find a drunk John and a wasted Dylan. "You know maybe we should just skip them and hang out over there…" I suggested. Dylan was having his makeup done by two guys that were obviously high. Average bar in New York.
"So what do you want to drink?" Jesse asked me.
"Um, vodka is fine," I said. He told me he would be right back. After a few minutes, he hadn't returned. I walked near the bar to find a drunk girl in her 20's twerking on Jesse. What the fuck? She's not even doing it right! I ran up to her, "What do you think you're doing?" I yelled at the girl. I was furious, and Jesse looked worried. He was rammed against the bar so he couldn't move while she was 'twerking' on him.
"Having a little fun, why do you care?" she replied in a bitchy-tongue.
"Because he's my boyfriend, so get off of him!" I pushed her away into a few guys that caught her, checking her out. She shook them off and came running towards me. Jesse stepped out right before she ran into his foot, tripping her. She was on the ground and people were laughing.
"Jealous little bitch!" she screamed and ran off. Jesse motioned for me to come into his arms.
"Thank you, Becs," his lips brushed against mine, as I deepened the kiss. The crowd that had surrounded the fight was cheering for some reason. We laughed at the crowd's applause and Jesse handed me the drink he had managed to set down. "What do you say we finish these drinks, head back to the house, and just watch a movie?" he suggested.
"Sounds good," I agreed. We finished the last drop of vodka, and since we weren't drunk we got in the car and drove home. I decided we should watch The Breakfast Club, since it was our movie and I didn't have to stay awake. I actually managed to get through the whole movie, until I heard the words 'A jock, and a mathlete, and a basketcase, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.' And my head slumped on Jesse's shoulders.
"I love you," he mumbled.
"I love you too," I whispered quietly as he carried me upstairs to his bedroom where we both went to sleep.
SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT! It's Anna Kendrick's 28th birthday guys! Anna Kendrick AKA Beca in real life! I'm so excited hehheehe. You should follow my instagram though - editorstrident & mimi_ridout and then follow my twitter – EditorsTrident because yeah. Please leave a review on this chapter! My friend Chloe helped come up with the twerking scene haha.