Beca swore under her breath as she read the text she received from Chloe.

"What?" Jesse placed her suitcase on the ground then took his suitcase from the taxi driver. Jesse payed the driver while Beca dragged both suitcases towards their house.

"It's girls' night, the girls are coming over." She informed him when he took one suitcase from her.

"I'll spend the night on Benji's couch." he shrugged then unlocked the door.

"You don't have to—" she followed him in.

"It's cool," he interrupted her then took the suitcase from her and climbed the stairs.

Beca sighed watching him then made her way to the kitchen.

It was Sunday morning, the day after her mother's wedding. Jesse was keeping his distance from her and only showed any kind of affection when they were both around her family. No one had to know about her drama.

She checked if the grocery they had was enough for having her friends over. Hearing Jesse's footsteps she titled her head to look at him. "I'm gonna make a run down the store. Do you want anything?" She asked. He opened the fridge and grabbed a juice pouch. "More juice." He said.

"Anything else?" Beca watched him put the straw in the pouch. He shook his head before turning on his heels. She leaned against the counter and watched him walk to the couch.

"I'm gonna grab lunch on my way, what do wanna eat?" she walked out of the kitchen and to the living room. Jesse glanced at her when she picked up her car keys from the coffee table.

Feeling her gaze he shrugged giving his full attention to the TV.

"Chinese?" she randomly suggested.

"Yeah, Chinese is good." he looked at her. She nodded then took off.

Jesse looked at her through the window. He hated being distant and cold with her, it was a lot of self-control on his part, but she had to pull her shit together and soon.

It was girls' night but for some reason they started showing up earlier than Beca expected them to.

Chloe and Stacie were the first to show up, then Amy, Aubrey and Emily arrived together.

"Where's Jesse?" Chloe asked.

"He went out for a basketball game." Beca replied from the kitchen. "Stacie could you come here for a minute? I need a ladder to reach and you're tall enough." She called.

"What can I do for you?" Stacie asked as she walked inside the kitchen.

"The mugs over there, grab six." Beca pointed at the shelf and Stacie nodded.

She grabbed the mugs and handed them one by one to Beca. "Anything else?" Stacie asked.

"Actually yes" Beca leaned against the counter. "Could you keep the divorce news to yourself?" She requested.

"Why?" Stacie asked.

"Because, if Chloe knows she'll ask a lot of questions and I'm not in any mood to put up with her. Not until I know what I want at least."

"Don't make this about Chloe." Stacie eyed her before she walked out of the kitchen.

Hearing the front door open, Beca made her way to the doorway then leaned against it and watched Jesse walk in and get assaulted by Cheeseball.

"Hey buddy!" Jesse bend down and starched its chin before walking further inside the house. He met Beca's gaze and she could understand from the slight head tilt that he was asking if she told her friends. She shook her head.

"Hello ladies." Jesse greeted when he step in the living room. He was panting.

Beca walked back to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water for him. As she made her way to living room she watched him audibly laugh at a joke Amy made. "Here." Beca handed him the bottle. He took it. "Thanks Becs."

"Hey Jesse you're coming with Beca to the reunion right?" Chloe asked.

"What reunion?" Both Beca and Jesse asked in puzzlement.

"Our ten years reunion at BU?" Amy said.

"You should have gotten an invitation mailed to you like two months ago if not a little less." Stacie informed her.

Beca walked to where they keep the mail and started to look through it as she walked back to the living room. "Yep" Beca pulled the invitation and shook it. She handed it to Jesse when she felt his gaze.

"Nice." He eyed it then gave it back to Beca.

"Glad to see you guys" he looked at them. "I'm gonna go shower." He said then started to walk away.

"Jesse are you going to eat here?" Beca asked when she got to the stairs. He was on the last step.

"Yeah." He replied. "Turns out Benji is working the night shift," He informed her before he continued to walk away.

"Let's play truth or dare." Chloe suggested.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Beca murmured. "Why do you always want to play this particular game, aren't there any other games?" She asked.

"It's fun." Aubrey shrugged.

"Why, do you have something to hide?" Stacie asked.

Beca turned to her. "No, it's just weird that we, a bunch of adults, always end up playing games for kids." She shrugged.

"It's not just for kids." Stacie sat up.

"I'm pretty sure it's for kids." Beca disagreed.

"Okay, let's started and I can prove you wrong." Stacie challenged.

"Fine." Beca accepted her challenge.

"What will be Beca, truth or dare?" Stacie asked.

Beca took a moment to think about it. Truth was risky because she knew Stacie didn't like how she didn't tell the rest about her divorce. "Dare." Beca said.

Stacie smirked.

"I dare you to go and have a quickie with Jesse." Stacie dared then leaned against the couch.

"Fuck you Stacie." Beca ran a hand through her hair.

"No, you're gonna go fuck someone else." Stacie crossed her arms.

"Fine." Beca got on her feet.

"You're gonna do it?" Emily asked in disbelief.

"A dare is a dare." Aubrey said.

"You can't fake it, you know I can tell." Stacie said watching Beca climbed the stairs.

They followed her up.

Beca took a deep breath before pushing the door open. Jesse was laying on the bed, watching a movie and had earphones on. He glanced up when she walked in and closed the door behind her. Beca took a seat on the bed then tapped his arm when he didn't acknowledge her.

"Yeah?" Jesse took off the earphone after he paused the movie then turned to face her.

"Stacie is trying to prove a point by daring me to come up have sex with you." She started to say and he sat up. "I'm gonna make sex noises and I'm gonna need you to grunt at some point, cause they're probably behind the door."

Jesse nodded then watched her kick off her shoes then get on the bed before she started to jump. She cleared her throat then started to moan softly.

Jesse put the laptop on the floor then watched her as her moans got louder. He could tell they were fake and was glad that the ones she usually made when they were going at it were different. Thinking about being with her and the sounds she was making were turning him on. When she started screaming his name, he had to hide his boner with a pillow. He cleared his throat when she looked down then kicked him to get his attention. He grunted and she mouthed thanks before she jumped off the bed then sat on it. She sighed bending to grab her shoes. Meanwhile, Jesse stood up and tried to adjust his dick.

"I don't know if you read my text but dinner is ready." Beca informed him as she got on her feet.

"Yeah I read it." He turned to face her.

"Okay." She nodded then started to make her way to the door.

"Beca you should mess your hair, and get your cheeks a little pink." He rubbed the back of his neck.

Beca pinched her cheeks then shook her head before running her fingers through her hair. "Do I look the part?" she asked.

"Kinda." He eyed her then walked to her and messed her t-shirt then ran his fingers through her hair. "Thanks" she thanked him in a low voice, she soon found herself staring at his lips. She leaned up then pulled away "Sorry" she apologized before she walked away. He reached for her hand and pulled her back a little harder than he intended. He cupped her face and kissed her. Jesse was cursing at himself for being this weak and his inability to stay away from her but he couldn't help it. Even faking it she sounded way too hot and he had to taste the lip glow on her lips.

As he was about to pull away she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in a way that made their bodies press against each other.

He pinned her to the wall and kissed her harder than he ever did. He had wanted her badly ever since he saw her in her bridesmaid dress that he didn't get to take off. Instead stole glances at her as she slipped it off and got into sweatpants and a tank-top.

The voice in his head that was telling him to pull away, that what they were doing wasn't right, that she still had to figure what she wanted from him, that he's supposed to give her the cold shoulder, was getting further away as they made out.

"Condom" she mumbled and he nodded before picking her up and helping wrap her legs around his waist. They kept kissing as he looked for the condom. Finding it, he laid her on the bed then got on top of her. When their gazes met, she just nodded and took off her t-shirt. As she was about to slip off her pants he placed his hands over hers and then removed them and took off the pants himself.

They were both sober, and had no excuse for doing what they did nor for why neither one of them stopped the other. Beca didn't dare to glance at Jesse as they laid on the bed, recovering from their orgasms. She looked at him when he sat up and reached for his boxer then closed her eyes. Jesse got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Fuck." He rubbed his forehead, "Way to go Jesse." he looked at himself through the mirror. "Self-control my ass." He washed his face then rested his hands on the edge of the sink. The sex felt great, but they shouldn't have done it.

Beca sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. She grabbed her clothes and wore them. The mirror was in the bathroom, and the bathroom was occupied so she didn't get a chance to look at herself before she got out of the room.

Unlike what she expected her friends weren't behind the door, they were near the stairs. Meeting Stacie's gaze who was already eyeing her, Beca saw the disapproval in Stacie's eyes. Stacie shook her head and climb off the stairs.

"Do you ever get noise complains?" Emily asked.

"Stacie dared you for a quickie, you guys shagged like dingos." Amy said in awe.

Play it cool Mitchell. Beca told herself. She tried not seem phased, remembering Chloe's words on how they teased her because she reacted. She shrugged walking to them "Amy truth or dare?" Beca asked.

Later.

Stacie cornered Beca in the kitchen when she went to grab more beer.

"When I dared you to go screw Jesse I wanted you to tell the rest about your fuckery not go complicate things."

"He initiated it." Beca said while she avoided to look straight into Stacie's eyes.

"You were screaming his name no shit it turned him on—Beca you're doing it again, it's like a déjà vu." Stacie watched Beca open the beers with the bottle opener. She sipped from one of the beers with a confused look on her face.

"And you can't count on how you feel about each other so much, because he will realize how selfish you are and will dump you. It would roughly take him six months and gallons of alcohol to get over you.—And what kind of bullshit are you pulling?"

Beca placed the bottle down and didn't have anything to say, to justify her actions.

"I'm not sure I'm up for marriage. I've seen my parents and I don't wanna do what they did." She finally said.

"That is the weakest argument I have ever heard you say, and you said a lot of shit." Stacie let out a humorless chuckle. "You can't blame your parents for everything Beca—I didn't want to get in your drama because it is exhausting and you are old enough to figure out your shit on your own but you are seriously a fucking mess." She pointed at Beca with her index finger "You will lose him 'cause no sane person would compromise as much as he has. You asked him to stay with you after asking for a divorce and that my friend is fucked up." she sighed then took a couple of beers and walked back to the living room, leaving Beca to her thoughts.

Beca decided to spend the night on the couch, she didn't know how to deal with after math. As she laid on her back and patted Cheeseball, unable to fall asleep, her phone rang. She glanced at the time it was 1:14 am. She grabbed her phone from the coffee table and sat up when she saw that it was Sheila calling her.

"Hello." Beca said picking up.

Jesse was pacing around the room, trying to figure out what to do. Groaning, he jumped on the bed face first. He soon came to realize that with his really bad self-control—Well they both had bad self-control, they were going to fall in the same circle from the two years ago, not healthy, and hurt a lot. He decided that he wasn't going to it happen again. Jesse sat up. He decided that until she figures out what she wanted from him he wasn't going to live under the same roof as her. Jesse made up his mind. He was going to tell her that she got a week to figure out her shit otherwise they should take a break. He could crash at Benji's for a week.

Hearing running up the stairs interrupted his train of thoughts. He watched Beca barge in and got off the bed when he saw the tears in her eyes.

"Becs—" he started saying.

"It's dad, Jesse" She rang her fingers through her hair then paced and grabbed her suitcase. "He had a stroke." She informed him as she randomly grabbed clothes and threw them in the suitcase.

He walked to her and wrapped her in his arms. "Jesse let go, I have to pack and book a plane ticket." She tried to slip but he tighten his hold.

"Beca calm down." He held her close to him. She resisted his hold for a while then gave in and rested her head on his chest.

"I'm gonna pack for us, and you go make plane reservations" he told her before he let go of her when he felt her calm down in his arms.

"You're coming?" she asked in surprise. He nodded then unpacked what she threw in her suitcase before he started to pack properly.

"Thanks." She wiped her cheek. Jesse titled his head gave her a small smile.

Luckily they found an early morning flight to Atlanta, Georgia.

"Sheila left me a voice mail." Beca said she turned her phone on as they waited for their luggage.

"What does it say?" he spotted their suitcases and went grabbed them.

"I'm checking it right now," She put the phone to her ear and hoped that whatever Sheila had to say wasn't bad news. Jesse put the luggage down and watched her as she listened to her step-mother's voice mail.

She exhaled loudly before she stuffed her phone in her pocket. "Sheila said that he's fine. And that I shouldn't worry, she was really scared for him and didn't mean to freak me out."

"Thank God." he pulled her in a hug.

"Beca honey." Sheila said when she saw Beca walk in. She got on the the chair that was next to the bed, where Dr. Mitchell was laying unconscious.

Beca made her way to her father to check on him.

"The doctors said he's better now." Sheila informed.

Beca nodded, and although she was relived her father, whom she spend half of her life hating, was fine, she couldn't help but tear up. He looked weak.

Jesse placed their stuff at the door then paced to her. "I'm fine." she wiped her cheek.

"I know." he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his chest.

"I'm just glad he's fine." she sniffed. Jesse made a sound of acknowledgment. "Thanks for calling me." she tiled her head to look at her step-mother.

"Of course." Sheila rubbed her hand on her arms when she crossed them.

"Um, you should go have some sleep," Beca suggested. "I'll call when dad wakes up."

It was almost five am.

"I slept on the flight" She lied. Sheila looked tired and could use some sleep.

She agreed to go and took their luggage with her.

"I'm gonna go get us coffee" Jesse got up. He was trying his hardest to be there for her and not let their problems keep him from standing by her side. She nodded and watched him walk out the door.

Jesse wasn't completely there, and she wasn't blind to it. She followed him out. "Jesse wait." she called and he stopped walking and turned around.

"Can we talk?" she asked.

"You wanna do this now?" he ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay." he shrugged and walked back to where she was standing. A couple of feet away from the room her dad was sleeping in.

"I get that you're mad-" she started saying and chuckled humorlessly.

"I'm not mad at you. You still don't get it." he shook his head. "Okay, let's start with what we did last night, does it ring a bell?" he asked while keeping his voice even. When she looked away he said "We're gonna get stuck in the same circle, and I don't wanna go through that again, it's exhausting."

Beca looked back at him and saw how frustrated he was.

"I don't wants us to go back there, to just have sex because we can't control ourselves, and ignore our problems." he shrugged. "It's not healthy." he went quiet and hoped she'd say something back but she didn't.

"You don't think you know what you want and it will ruin what we have and that's why I think I should move out by the end of the week, give your space to think things through and sort out your problems.-If it takes more than a week we should just take a break." he tried not let her see how much it hurt to say the words he said, but there wasn't another way, if he stuck around they will complicate things.

"Don't sugar coat it, say you're sick of me and wanna break up." she held his gaze and felt the tears building up.

"The last thing I want is to break up, but I can't let you hurt me the way you did the first time around. I just can't." he hesitantly reached for her shoulders.

"I think you should go back to L.A." she wiped her cheek and looked away.

"That's all you have to say?" he let go of her shoulders and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Okay." he nodded and eyed her for a few seconds before he turned on his heels.

Beca watched him walk away and couldn't stop him despite how much it hurt to watch him walk away. He had a point, she had to sort out her problems on her own and stop dragging him around.

"Jesse!" Liz called when Jesse walked pass her and didn't seem to notice her.

"Oh, hey Liz, I didn't see you there." he walked back to her.

"I saw that." she eyed him. "You don't look alright-Oh my God, is Ben okay? I mean mom texted me and told me that he's fine-"

"He's fine." he assured her. "Ben is fine." he forced a smile. "Becs is with him now, he's sleeping." Jesse informed her.

"Thank God." she sighed a sigh of relief. "I'm gonna go see him, and Beca. How is she by the way?"

"She's doing alright-" he sighed.

Liz nodded "Well, good seeing you, although the circumstances aren't." she hugged him quickly.

"You too." he patted her back.

Liz made her way to the room and found Beca curled up on a chair sipping coffee and lost in her thought, while Dr. Mitchell slept.

"Hi." she said when Beca didn't hear her walk in.

Beca looked up "Hi." she greeted and got off her seat.

Liz walked to Beca and rested her hand on Beca's shoulder while eyeing her step-father.

"What did the doctors say?" Liz asked.

"Um, a doctor was just here, he checked his vitals and said that he's good. Dad is good." she sipped her coffee. Her tone didn't indicate that she was glad in anyway.

"You just got here?" Beca asked.

"Yeah." Liz nodded. "I couldn't get on an earlier flight 'cause I couldn't find any."

It was 8:43 am.

"The doctor said that he'd have to stay under surveillance for 48 hours then he's good to go." Beca sat back on the chair.

Liz shrugged off her hand bag then made her way to the other chair and took a seat. "He's gonna be fine." She said, noticing how thoughtful Beca looked.

"Yeah." Beca glanced at her and forced a smile.

Liz soon tied it together and figured that Beca had some sort of fight with Jesse.

"Beca, I know we're not particularly close, but I'm here if you wanna talk."

Beca sighed before looking back at her step-sister. "There isn't much to tell, I basically fucked up my marriage for no good reason."

Liz eyed her silently then said "Marriage is tough, huh?"

"I wouldn't describe it as tough, it's fucking scary," Beca curled up in her seat.

"How?" Liz curiously asked.

"I don't know, I guess the constant fear of screwing up and ruining something that is supposed to last a life time- following in my parents steps, having a kid only to break up a few years later, leaving that kid between them with no sense of what a functional family should be like."

"These shouldn't be scary." Liz shrugged. Noting the confused look on Beca's face she said "You're not your parents, I wouldn't tell you to learn from their mistakes because you should dive in yourself and make your own mistakes." She watched her step-sister sip her coffee thoughtfully. "I think you're more overwhelmed than scared."

"What?" Beca said in puzzlement.

"The Beca I've known for half my life doesn't believe in marriage, and from what you said I take that you do believe in it, and it's overwhelming."

Beca took a moment to process what Liz just said to her and how much sense it made.

A while later.

"How's your dad?" Beca asked.

"I saw him the other day, still his selfish self." Liz cracked her neck.

Liz's father was never a big part of her life, Beca's father was more of a father to her than her actual dad.

"Thanks for asking." She smiled at Beca. "How's your mom?" she asked.

"Well, the nagging is at lowest, and she just got re-married as you know, she's doing great."

"Good for her." Liz nodded.

Liz couldn't stay for more than a day, her work schedule was tight. Beca took the week off, and stayed at her father's. She spent most days moping around the house, it felt like a very weird deja vu.

"Bec wanna come down with your old man for a walk?" Dr. Mitchell asked.

"Yeah, sure." she nodded then gulped down what was left of her beer then paced to the kitchen and placed the bottle on the counter.

She found her dad wait by the door for her.

"So, wanna tell me why you're hiding out here?" he asked as they walked down the street.

"I'm not hiding out." she denied.

"I was conscious when you were talking with Liz." he informed her.

"How much did you hear?" she looked up at him.

"Most of it" he looked down at her.

"I'm sorry your mother and I didn't pay that much of attention to how you dealt with our failed marriage. We figured that if we didn't really talk about it you wouldn't get affected. Bad decision making." he sighed.

Beca looked at him while she stuffed her hands in her pockets. "I love having you around but you should be in L.A where you belong. Your mom and I didn't work, but you got a great thing going." He rested his hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking. "Marriage shouldn't freak you out, you shouldn't think about what could wrong." He squeezed her shoulder. "Go save your marriage Bec." He held her gaze.

Beca booked a flight back to L.A. Liz and her father had made valid points, she took their advice.

Exhaling loudly, she placed the key in the lock and unlocked the door. The house was quiet. Closing the door behind her she heard Cheeseball bark before he came running to her. Walking further inside the house, she saw a packed suitcase, and felt her world fall apart when she found Jesse's wedding ring on the coffee table.

Too late. She wiped her cheeks when her tears started falling. She sat down on the couch and silently cried. Beca had no one to blame for the hole she felt in her heart but herself. She made him leave. Hearing footsteps coming from the stairs, she didn't look up.

"Bec, you're home?" Jesse asked. He got his answer when he got to the living room and saw her. Hearing her sniff he made his way to face her. "Beca what's wrong?" He got on his knees. "Is your dad okay?" he asked. She nodded wiping her cheek. He got up then sat next to her. She cleared her throat. "I don't know what I was thinking, doubting our marriage. You're the greatest thing that happened to me—You deserve better than a mess, but I can't lose you so I'm gonna try to get over my fears of repeating my parents mistakes and be a grownup who you deserve, one who wouldn't back out whenever it gets tough."

She got on her knees and held his wedding ring up. "Stay married to me?" she asked him.

She was still crying and Jesse had a blank look on his face for a few seconds before he cracked a smile and gently wiped her cheeks. "Yes" he leaned in and cupped her face then kissed her.

"Cool" she sniffed when he pulled away "Um, your left hand so that I could—"

"Oh yeah, sorry" he gave her his left hand and she put the ring back on his finger. "It felt weird when I took it off" Jesse moved his hand then help her up. She hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry Jesse" she apologized.

He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her as tightly. "When I saw the suitcase and your ring I thought I lost you." She mumbled against his chest then looked up. He was confused for half a second.

"Oh, you mean that suitcase over there?" he nodded at the suitcase. "I packed old clothes to give away, I wasn't moving out. I said I'd move out by the end of the week."

"Then why did you take off your ring?" she asked.

"I was helping our neighbor fix his car and took it off so that I won't get anything on it." He explained then leaned in and pecked her lips. "So it's settled, you're sure of what you want from our relationship?" he asked.

"Yep," she nodded

"No more second thoughts?"

"Nope, I'm in for the long term." She sniffed.

"That's good, I was going to order takeout but I kinda feel like making you a birthday breakfast."

"My birthday is in three days and it's like six pm."

"I wanna make you breakfast." He shrugged. "If you don't want breakfast, it's cool."

"No breakfast is good."

Jesse unwrapped his arms from around her and started to make his way to the kitchen.

"So wanna go with me to this stupid thing?" she asked as she walked behind him.

"What stupid thing?" He asked

"This reunion thing, I'm supposed to bring a date." She leaned against the counter.

"When?" he opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of juice pouches then threw one her way.

"Jesse you saw the invitation," she caught the pouch.

"Well I don't know if I can make it." He put the straw in the pouch.

"Are you playing hard to get?" she asked in amusement.

"Maybe." He shrugged.

"Well, if you don't go you'll miss the riff off."

"What's a riff off" he looked up from the fridge.

"You gonna know what it is if you go as my date." She smirked.

"Fine." He said in mock annoyance.

"Are you really going to make breakfast?" Beca asked.

He nodded. "Why do you ask?" he looked up.

"I kinda had something else in mind we could do," she played with the hem of her shirt.

"I'm trying to learn how to control myself around you, so you either come help me make breakfast or keep me company." He glanced at her as he placed the ingredients on the counter.

"Fine." She groaned hopping on the counter. "Hey wanna hear a joke?" she asked.

"Sure." He shrugged.

"So," she took a sip from the juice. "What do you call Jews that go to tanning salons?" she asked.

"I thought you were done with the Jew jokes." He groaned. She shrugged.

"C'mon guess."

"I don't know."

"Orange Jews." She answered. He laughed.

"You gotta hand it to you Becs,"

"Thank you." She took another sip.

"because you can't reach it." he added.

"I deserved that." She chuckled.

Five months later.

"What are we doing here?" Jesse asked as they took a seat at the airport

"Wait" Beca said as she looked around.

"Okay" Jesse crossed his arms and waited for her to explain why she brought him to the airport.

"There" she spoke "3 o'clock, woman in a leather jacket holding a kid's hand"

"I see her" he nodded, the woman's back was to them. "Isn't that—"

"Yep, that's Emma, Luke's wife." Beca cut him off. "Because I know you, I figured you'd come and see for yourself that you're wrong about Luke and even if he did feel anything for me it's nothing compared to what he has with Emma" she smiled when she saw Luke walk through security. Jesse quietly watched the family get together and how tearful it was then leaned against the seat.

Luke's father made it but Luke had to watch over their family business until his father was back on his feet.

"Fine, I was wrong" he gave in. "Can we leave? We will get stuck in traffic" he asked.

"Yeah" she nodded then looked at him. "Sucks to be wrong, huh?" she asked teasingly. "I got something for you that will cheer you up." she watched him turn to her.

"What is it?" he asked watching take a deep breath.

"I stopped taking birth control two weeks ago. I talked with my gynecologist he said that the miscarriage I had didn't do any damage and that my baby oven is fine. Yes he said baby oven, and laughed at it too—Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have told you. Your birthday is in four days" she ran her fingers through her hair.

"What did you just say?" he unwrapped his arms and held her shoulders. "I'm not daydreaming am I?" he grinned watching her smile at him before she shook her head.

Jesse cupped her face and kissed her as hard as he could. "You're ready to start a family?" he asked although he had the answer he want to hear it from her.

"Yes Jesse I wanna have kids with you" she rolled her eyes. Jesse leaned in again and kissed her and it was a bit too much for PDA so she pulled away. "Not right now, dumbass" she smacked the back of his neck.

"Disabled toilets?" he suggested

"No!" she said in horror.

"C'mon, it would make a great story to tell to our kids."

"Dude what the fuck" she got on her feet "And what kind of parents tell their kids how they were conceived?"

Jesse got up as well and reached for her hand.

"You're right, that will surely be traumatizing" he nodded. "I'm just too excited" he almost jumped from excitement.

"When can we start trying?" he asked as they walked towards the entrance. "I should really pay attention to your cycle." he said more to himself.

"I'm starting to regret telling you." she looked up "I could have waited until you were shitfaced enough to forget that we didn't have safe sex then hope you got me pregnant."

"No, I wanna be sober when we make a baby" he squeezed her hand

"Stop talking about it, you're making it weird." she grimaced. "And what do you mean by start trying? We gonna keep having sex as regularly as we do and it will happen at some point" she shrugged.

"I want a girl. What d'you want Becs?"

"I want you to stop talking."

"It's an hour drive home, and I won't help it—I hope our kids have your eyes. Oh Becs, how many kids do you wanna have? I want more than one…"

Beca sighed grabbing her keys. She was sure by the time they get home she'd have a head splitting headache.

The end.

AN: Oh boy. Where do I start? Well, I guess I should start by thanking you all for reading, and generally liking this story. I'm not good at saying sentimental stuff but I want you to know that I really loved reading your reviews and that I like you guys a lot.

I started this "sequel" because I couldn't stop thinking about what could happen after "When nerds get together" I didn't really know where to take it or what I wanted to do with it, you can see that from the very vague summery. I just went with it, and thankfully my creative juice didn't disappoint and I think it turned out alright.

I tackled a very tricky subject, marriage, a subject that I know very little of, I mean my parents have been happily married for over 23 years. Mom is basically Ghandi, and dad would punch his way through things and own a motorcycle, he's pretty badass.

I hope you enjoyed this ride as much as I did. It was pretty fun. Not going to do another sequel, probably an epilogue, but not another story.

I'd very much like to know your general thoughts about this story, so leave a review.