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Jesse groaned at the shrill sound of the alarm clock going off right by his ear. Six o'clock always came way too early, especially on Monday mornings. Shifting in bed, he could feel the lack of Beca's presence next to him. Opening his eyes, he glanced over to her empty side of the bed; the blankets straightened and the pillows fluffed. He could hear her moving around downstairs, and the smell of bacon began to infiltrate his senses. Throwing a t-shirt on, he headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth before heading downstairs.
Beca stood in the kitchen wearing a pair of tight yoga pants that hugged her lower half in just the right places, and one of Jesse's Treblemakers T-Shirts; her hair was thrown haphazardly into a messy bun. She sipped her first cup of coffee of the day as she happily flipped blueberry pancakes and checked on the bacon.
Sleepily, Jesse made his way down the stairs, and across the house to the kitchen. He stopped briefly to take in the sight of her before walking over and wrapping his arms loosely around her waist. He lowered his head to plant sweet kisses at the nape of her neck as his hands slipped underneath her shirt and rubbed against her flat stomach.
"Mmm...if you make me burn breakfast, I will not be happy." She groaned as Jesse smiled, and rested his head against her shoulder.
"Let's see, it's not your birthday, it's not my birthday, and it's not Alex's birthday, it's not our anniversary; yet you're up at 6am. You don't make blueberry pancakes and bacon for just anything." He pointed out. "So what's the occasion?" Beca smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I just wanted to do something nice for a change."
She turned off the stove, gathered the pancakes and bacon onto plates before making her way to the table. She carefully laid the plates on the center of the table next to the orange juice and fresh fruit that were already there. Jesse made himself a cup of coffee, then collected the syrup and butter from the fridge before joining his wife for breakfast.
They had been married for almost four years. Jesse prided himself on the fact that he knew Beca better than she knew herself. He knew when to push her to talk, and when to just give her some space. He knew her moods, her habits, how she liked her coffee, and had her body perfectly memorized and mapped out. On this particular morning though, he knew she wanted to talk, but he had no idea what the topic would be. Between work, Alex, and life in general, their alone time was usually limited to their bed and the hour or so before they fell asleep, curled up in each others arms. So If Beca was getting up at six o'clock on a Monday to make a big breakfast, it was because she needed to talk about something important.
Beca was quiet, too quiet for Jesse's liking, as she ate her food and sipped her coffee. Jesse took a gulp of his orange juice, dabbed his mouth with his napkin, and cleared his throat. "Alright, come on, talk to me. I know you need to."
She swirled the syrup around on her plate with her fork and smiled. "You know me too well."
Jesse chuckled softly. "It's something I pride myself on. You know you can tell me anything, let's talk."
Beca got up out of her chair and walked over to sit in Jesse's lap. Slightly confused, he welcomed her body into his arms none the less. Beca looked deeply into his eyes as he rubbed her cheek with his knuckles. Leaning forward, she snaked her arms around his neck and captured his lips into a soft kiss.
Pulling back quite suddenly, she cast a quick glance at his plate before stealing his last piece of bacon. As she took a bite, Jesse chuckled and asked "So you came over here just to steal my bacon?"
"Nuh uh" She said, shaking her head before mumbling something inaudible.
"Sorry babe, I didn't hear you. What did you say?" He questioned, causing Beca to sigh.
"I'm thinking about getting my IUD removed." she said once more, slightly louder as she turned to straddle his lap.
The IUD. Beca had it placed at her postnatal appointment when Alex was six weeks old. It was good for up to five years, and luckily, Beca hadn't had any pregnancy scares since. As much as they would've loved to give Alex a sibling earlier on, the timing just wasn't right. They both had careers that they needed to build, and they both wanted Alex to enjoy being an only child for a few years. While there was never a 'right time' to have another baby, Alex was four now and Beca and Jesse were now somewhat settled into their careers. Now seemed to be a good time to broach the subject of adding to their family.
Beca knew it was a big step, and thinking about it only made her more and more nervous. She had never planned a pregnancy before, as Alex just sort of happened unexpectedly. While Beca worried about how she would be able to love two children, and evenly distribute herself, she also missed having a baby in the house. Beca had always longed for a sibling, and she was desperate to give that gift to Alex.
"Hey." Jesse said, taking her out of her thoughts. "I'm ready when you are. I would love nothing more than to see the sweet swell of your belly again. You're the most beautiful pregnant woman in the world."
"Are you sure you're ready for this? Alex is pretty independent, and we would be starting all over again." Beca reminded.
"I'm ready, I remember what it's like, and I'm ready. Are you ready?"
Beca shook her head. "If I'm honest, no, but then I don't think I'll ever be fully ready."
He looked deep into her eyes, willing her to share the rest of what was on her mind. Beca Mitchell-Swanson hated feeling vulnerable and exposed, but she knew that certain conversations were unavoidable.
His hands skimmed along her side, as he rubbed his nose against hers, his lips mere centimeters from hers.
"So, when do I get to give you another baby?" He whispered. Jesse was fully attuned with Beca's body, and he knew she was heating up. Her breathing hitched, and goosebumps danced across her arms.
"I'll make an appointment for after I get back from LA." She answered and Jesse nodded his head before leaning up to meet her lips and kissing her.
He longed to kiss her, always. Being connected with her, was like coming home for him. Pulling on her bottom lip, his hand fumbled with the bottom of her t-shirt, trying to find an opening before finally slipping its way inside to massage her breast. Beca hissed with pleasure. Jesse knew that Beca's breasts were extremely sensitive. If he wanted to get her in the mood, this was the place to start.
"Mmm...we can't...we can't do this right now." She breathed through their kisses, though her body said differently as her hips rubbed against his.
"It's only 6:30 and Alex is still asleep. You know she doesn't usually wake up til 8." Jesse reminded her. He wasn't about to stop this, not now. He wanted her badly, and he knew Beca wanted him just as much. Slipping his free hand inside her shirt and finding her other breast, she closed her eyes as her body betrayed her and the overpowering sensations hit her breasts, her legs, her belly, her core. Okay, maybe she did need this.
"Consider it practice." Jesse groaned as he nibbled Beca's ear.
He lifted her up into his arms. Carrying Beca was like carrying a stack of newspapers, completely effortless. Slowly, he laid her down on the couch, her back hitting the pillows, before throwing his shirt off and climbing on top of her.
Their eyes said everything their mouths could not. They were happy and in love, and they only wanted each other.
Lowering his head down to hers, her hands raked up his bare sides as she kissed his lips with a desperation.
"We don't have much time, so this is gonna have to be quick." She explained, her chest heaving. Jesse's hands reached for her shirt but she stopped him. "No, if she comes downstairs, we're going to have to scramble for clothes. We can explain you being shirtless,me, not so much."
Jesse's lips returned to hers, not in the mood to talk at the moment. He wanted all of her this morning, he wanted to taste her, breathe her, and worship her body. He hated that it had to be rushed.
Pulling her pants off of her body, he could feel her arousal was already beginning to pool. He didn't want to hurt her, or be too rough. It was one of the many reasons they hadn't had many quickies, he hated rushing her and being in her before she was ready. With two fingers, he began to rub slow circles on her clit to warm her body up for his. She buried her face into a pillow to stifle the moan that escaped her lips. He pulled the pillow from her face.
"I wanna see you." He whispered, as he kissed her cheek.
They knew each others bodies, knew which buttons to press, and which sighs meant what. She was vocal, always had been, and Jesse loved it. Unfortunately, having a child in the house often required them to be quiet.
Beca's hips bucked upward, trying desperately to get some friction.
"Are you ready?" He asked her. She nodded her head, and using her feet, pushed his boxers down, there was no question whether or not he was ready. Taking him in her hand, he watched as she pumped him a few times before guiding him into her body.
Pushing into her, he gently bit down on her neck to stifle a moan as Beca's head fell back, exposing more of her neck. His lips trailed kisses up and down, sucking on her pulse point.
They quickly fell into a rhythm, he was pushing hard and fast into her, and she was giving just as good as she got. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her as deep as he would go.
Repeatedly, he hit her g-spot, and watched with great satisfaction as he saw her come undone. Her chest and cheeks became flushed, and she could no longer keep her eyes open as she panted heavily, her head swimming with intense pleasure. Reaching down, his fingers returned to her clit to aid her along, knowing it would finish her off.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open, and he could feel her muscles begin to tighten around him. He smiled, feeling a sense of intense pride at what he was doing to her.
Beca's hands left Jesse's side and reached up to her breasts to pinch at her nipples as she came hard, her mouth falling open as she silently screamed.
Though he couldn't see her breasts through the oversized t-shirt she had on, he knew what she was doing, and it was enough to finish him. Groaning into her neck, he spilled into her, feeling totally spent and satisfied. Every time was just as good as the last.
They laid together on the couch, trying to catch their breath. Jesse's head was still in Beca's neck as she began to speak.
"Have I ever told you that you're a cocky asshole?"
Jesse laughed into her hair before lifting his face to look at her. "I'm sorry, did you not like the service I just provided for you?"
She rolled her eyes. "I hate you."
"Really? You hate me, and that's what you just did with me? Damn, I can only imagine what you do for the people you love."
The couch wasn't exactly Beca's first choice for sex locations, and her legs were seriously paying for it. She laid on top of Jesse, unable to will her body to get up. Her legs were sore in the most delicious way. Laying in silence, he stroked her hair as she sighed in content.
"Who is texting you at 7:30 in the morning?" Jesse groaned as Beca's phone dinged.
Beca huffed as she grabbed blindly for her cell phone and read the text message. "It's Aubrey, she's letting me know she got Alex and I tickets for Aladdin tonight. I would have preferred Matilda, but they had an age restriction, nobody under the age of six."
"Have I told you lately what an amazing mother you are?"
Beca scrunched up her nose. "Mmm, maybe once or twice."
"You're incredible, Alex is damn lucky."
As if on cue, the pitter patter of little feet could be heard coming down the stairs. In a Frozen nightie, and clutching a teddy bear that Lily had gotten her for her birthday, Alex made her way into the living room to find Beca and Jesse dressed and cuddling on the couch.
"Hey there sleepy head." Jesse greeted. Alex, still waking up, silently made her way over to the couch and climbed up, joining her parents.
Beca kissed her forehead and ran her fingers through her hair. Together, the three of them laid on the couch as a family, and for a brief moment, life was perfect.
Jesse wished he could have paused life for just a brief moment. Laying with his wife and daughter, and knowing that he and Beca were soon going to have another one on the way, he was lost in happiness. But alas, life couldn't be paused and Jesse needed to shower and finish up reports before he left for New York the next day.
"Alright girls, as much as Daddy wishes we could stay here forever, I have to shower." He mentioned.
Beca and Alex sat up and Jesse scooted out from underneath. He gave a quick kiss to Beca on the lips and Alex on the forehead before heading upstairs.
Alex turned to face Beca. "Are you going with him?"
"What?"
"Daddy's going to shower, aren't you going to go with him?" She asked again, with the innocence of a small child. Beca chuckled.
"No, not this time, I'm going to shower after Daddy. Come on, you have breakfast waiting and we have a full day planned in New York so we have to get dressed."
Alex raised her arms, motioning for Beca to carry her. As she lifted her daughter up into her arms, Alex wrapped her arms around Beca's neck.
"Mommy?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
Beca smiled. "I love you too, Alex."
Beca hated New York traffic, especially in the summer. People were flipping people off, not using blinkers, swerving in and out of lanes, and trying to fly through the George Washington Bridge at 75 miles an hour.
Sitting in the back seat, Alex was working on her Leap Pad, completely oblivious to Beca's stress of trying not to get into an accident.
"Hey, Mommy?" She asked.
Beca took a breath, trying not to stress the traffic. "Yes, Alex?"
"Aunt Chloe is still coming to my dance recital, right?"
Beca paused, not sure how to answer. She still had yet to hear from Chloe since she blew up on her and stormed off, but this was Alex's very first dance recital. Jessica owned a studio in town, and Alex had been desperate to sign up for classes. Beca and Jesse had enrolled her in tap and jazz summer classes to see if it was something she would want to do on a full time basis. The recital was at the end of August, and Alex was chomping at the bit to get her chance on a stage. Whatever Chloe's deal was, surely she wouldn't let it affect Alex in any way.
"Of course she will, Aunt Chloe wouldn't miss it for the world." She answered, trying to convince herself at the same time.
Satisfied with the answer her mother gave her, Alex went back to her game as Beca attempted to navigate through the streets of Manhattan.
Finally making it through the late morning traffic of Madison Avenue, they pulled into the parking garage. Alex watched as Beca pulled a badge out and scanned it through the reader. The large striped barrier went up, allowing the car through.
"Where are we?" Alex asked.
"We, are parking in Mommy's work garage so we don't have to fight for a parking spot on the street." Beca explained as she pulled in and put the car in park.
Columbia Records was located in a skyrise building along Madison Avenue, an area of Manhattan that was always bustling no matter the time of day. Coming out of the parking garage, the sun hit them, and the noise level erupted. Taxi's were blaring their horns, business men yelled at people through their cell phones, musicians played music on the streets, and vendors sold food and drinks on the street corners. Yes, they had arrived in New York, no doubt about it.
"C'mere baby." Beca said as she picked Alex up. The sheer amount of people swarming around them put Beca on edge, and she needed to know she had a good grip on her child.
"Mommy, can I see where you work?" Alex asked.
"Don't you want to go get ice cream and play in the park?" Beca replied, referring to their original plan.
"Yeah, but can we see your work first?"
Though she didn't really want to be going into the office on her day off, Beca didn't see the harm if it was really what Alex wanted to do.
"Sure, let's go to work." She answered.
Walking around the block, Alex looked up at the big building in front of her that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. It was massive, and she felt incredibly tiny next to it.
Beca opened the door and walked into the building, the air conditioning hitting them instantly. Putting Alex down, she took her hand and walked up to the security desk.
"Mrs. Swanson, well, I certainly wasn't expecting to see you today." The security guard greeted. An older gentleman, slightly overweight, with white hair and glasses, Dave Ralston was a kind man who had been Columbia's head of security for over forty years. He had met the best of them, and knew everyone on staff by name.
"Wasn't exactly on our agenda today, but somebody wanted to see what I do around here." Beca explained as she looked down at Alex. "But I left my card in the car, can I get a guest pass?"
"Well, absolutely." He said as he wrote one out quickly and handed it to Alex to hold.
"And what's your name sweet girl?"
"Alexandra Kate Swanson." Alex replied, giving her full name. Dave smiled.
"She's a doll Beca, looks just like you."
"Thanks Dave, and thanks for your help. I'll see you again next week when I'm back from L.A"
"I'll be here!" He answered.
Scanning the badge, Beca and Alex walked through security, grabbed their things, and headed into the elevators.
Alex was mesmerized as they walked through the hall. Platinum records lined the walls in glass cases and autographed pictures were everywhere.
"Mommy, is that you?" Alex asked, pointing to a black and white picture of Beca in the recording studio with John Legend. Beca was sitting a chair, with her headphones wrapped around her neck. She and John both had thumbs up. The autograph read "Beca-Couldn't have done it without you" J. Legend.
"Yeah, that's me." She answered, unable to stop the smile that spread across her face. Beca regarded her job as a music producer for Columbia as one of her greatest accomplishments. She had worked her ass off to get where she was, and though it hadn't been easy, and sometimes required time away from Jesse and Alex, it had been worth it. She may have been the youngest music producer to ever be signed to the company at the tender age of 23, but she had earned the respect of her colleagues. Beca Mitchell-Swanson was one of the best and most sought after producers Columbia had and was known for her ability to blend sounds in just the right way, and push artists to give their best work without coming off as a bitch.
The doors to the elevator opened wide, and Beca had Alex press the button for the 25th floor. As the pings signaled their journey up, Alex tugged on Beca's flower print sweater.
"Mommy, are you a really important person here?"
Beca smirked. "Something like that."
The doors opened and the girls stepped out onto the floor. As it always was, the phone was ringing incessantly.
"Columbia Records, please hold. Columbia Records please hold, Columbia Records please hold."
Haley, Columbia's secretary, was worthless, and Beca was convinced that even Alex could do her job better than she could. Reading the latest Danielle Steele novel, chewing gum, and filing her nails, she barely batted an eye when Alex and Beca walked into the room.
"Columbia Records please hold, Columbia records, please hold..." And on it went.
Beca opened the glass door and walked down the hall hand in hand with Alex.
"Hold the phones! I know that's not you struttin' your cute butt in here on your day off!"
Beca stopped. She didn't even have to see his face to recognize the voice of her flamboyant personal assistant, Damian. Dressed to the nines, in a pair of dark wash jeans, a black vest, black tie, and white button down shirt, Damian was 22 years old, and juggling grad school at NYU while assisting Beca in whatever she needed throughout the day.
"Hold the phones? What else would Haley be doing?" Beca replied, with a smile as she turned around.
Damian rolled his eyes and huffed. "Oh don't even get me started with that one. How that girl still manages to have a job is beyond me. I guess that boob job really payed off. She's lucky Mark goes for blondes."
Mark Lazazzero, Beca's boss, was 54 years old, and on his fourth marriage with a woman barely pushing thirty. And while Beca didn't necessarily agree with his lifestyle, it wasn't her place to judge. Mark was easy to work for, treated her respectfully, and never once tried to hit on her.
"Anyway, you still haven't answered my question, which was 'what the hell are you doing here, it's your day off.' Shouldn't you be spending the day at some spa getting a massage and a mani/pedi?" Damian continued, earning an instant glare from Beca that he should have known was coming.
"Right, of course, you don't do spa's. I'm sure there's a bar somewhere around here with your's, Stacie's, and Chloe's names on it."
Beca rolled her eyes. "Hilarious. If you must know, I'm spending the day with my daughter, thank you very much."
Damian looked down at Alex whose mousy brown hair was pulled into a half pony tail. She was dressed simply in a pair of light purple converse, jean shorts, and a purple flowered shirt.
"This cannot be the one and only Miss. Alexandra, I refuse to believe it." He declared. Alex flashed him a bright smile, loving the attention. "Your mommy talks an awful lot about you, I hear you're pretty special."
"Yup, I am!" She agreed, causing the adults to laugh.
Making their way into her office, Beca went over some paperwork that had been left for her from the week before.
"Hey who's got studio time today?" She asked Damian as she read over things.
"Oh my gosh! I about damn near forgot to tell you!" Damian shrieked. "Queen B herself is in the house this morning."
Beca's eyes widened as she dropped the paper. "Wait, what?! She's here, like here, here?"
"Here, Here. In studio two. I'm sure the little princess would just love to see what a studio looks like." He said, with an added wink.
Beyonce' was, without a doubt, one of Columbia's biggest artists, and it was a huge deal whenever she arrived. While Beca had never formally met her, she admired her a great deal as both a person and a musician.
"Dude I cannot just barge on in there like I own the damn place." Beca pointed out.
"Look, I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but a little birdie told another little birdie who told me that the Queen herself is looking for someone to put together a mashup of her songs for the opening sequence while she's on tour." Damien explained.
"Beca, who do you really think they're going to ask?"
She was shell shocked, her big moment had arrived, and she had one shot to get it right, and with a four year old in tow no less.
"Okay, I can do this. I can so do this." She repeated, trying to convince herself.
"Yes, you can do this. You're Beca effin' Swanson, you've this in the bag." Damian assured her. Beca nodded as she took a breath and took Alex by the hand.
"Oh, and Beca?" Damian called, causing her to turn.
"Yeah?"
"You might want to cover up the hickey on your neck."
Standing at the window, Beca explained to Alex what was happening.
"This is how people make their music. They go into the studio and sing into the microphone while the producer makes sure everything sounds like it's supposed to."
"What do you do here?"
Beca pointed. "Do you see that man sitting in the chair with all those buttons in front of him?"
Alex nodded.
"That's what mommy does. I make sure that singers have their songs recorded exactly how they should. Or, sometimes, I have to take trips and find new singers to come sing for us, like I have to do this week."
Mark glanced over and saw Beca standing outside. Immediately he motioned for her to come inside. For the first time, Beca would be formally introduced to Beyonce. She had one chance to not completely fuck this up.
"Beyonce', Jay Z, allow me to introduce Beca Mitchell-Swanson, our newest music producer. She's done phenomenal work with Calvin Harris, and just helped complete John Legend's latest album scheduled for release this fall." Mark introduced.
"So nice to meet you both." Beca stated, shaking both of their hands.
"Bec, Beyonce is here working on some new stuff for next year's album." Mark continued.
Off by the sound board, Jay Z talked with Pharrell, working out some lyrics for a new song.
"I don't know if Fuck is the way to go, who knows what the radio is gonna replace that with." Jay pointed out.
"Funk." Alex stated. Horrified, Beca looked down at her. Alex stood there, staring straight ahead, as if nothing had just happened as Pharrell and Jay Z turned around.
"Funk. Mommy says we can't say Fuck." She clarified.
Beca immediately wrapped her hand around Alex's mouth and pulled her in close as everyone broke out into laughter.
"We've just been having a little bit of trouble understanding lyrics to Uptown Funk." Beca explained, feeling completely embarrassed. Alex was lucky she was cute and could pull stuff like this off.
Mark turned to face Beca. "Listen, great timing that you're here even though I'm pretty sure I gave you the day off. Anyway, Beyonce and I were just talking about approaching you for a possible mash up."
"I'm looking to have someone compose a mashup for us to be played at the start of my concerts before I come out on stage. I've heard you're the go to." Beyonce added, a beautiful thousand watt smile upon her face.
Beca tried to remain calm, despite the fact that she was standing in front of someone she perceived to be a goddess whose hair, makeup, and clothes were absolutely flawless. "Mashups yes, I-I, yes." She stuttered.
"Beyonce' chuckled. "Well great, do you have a minute to discuss some ideas? I'm sure Blu would love a playmate."
Beca looked over to see Jay Z and Beyonce's 5 year old daughter, sitting in a swivel chair, ipad in hand. Alex of course, didn't need to be asked twice. Walking right up to the girl, she introduced herself, and joined her in the chair. Frozen had just begun.
Beca tried to wrap things up after thirty minutes of discussion, knowing that today was supposed to be Alex's day. As she gathered her things, and informed Alex they were getting ready to leave, Blu Ivy tugged on Beyonce's dress. "Momma, can Alex come play at our house? I really like her."
"Oh sweetie, that's really nice of you to ask, but I'm sure Alex and her Mommy already have plans." Beyonce gently explained.
It didn't take long for Alex to pipe up. "I wanna play!"
Beyonce smiled. "We would love to have you over, but if you already have plans for the day, it's totally understandable."
Beca could not believe they had just been invited to Beyonce and Jay Z's for a play date. She tried her best not to show her shock. "Well, we have tickets to see Aladdin tonight at six, but other than that, no real plans."
"Wonderful, let me get you our address, we can have some lunch and let the girls get to know each other."
Beca couldn't get her cell phone out fast enough as her hands flew across her iPhone, texting Jesse as quickly as possible.
To: That Weirdo
Holy Fuck, Beyonce is here
His response was instant.
From: That Weirdo
Here? Here where?
To: That Weirdo
Columbia. She's in the recording studio
From: That Weirdo
Why are you at work?
To: That Weirdo
Alex wanted to see what I do, little did I know Beyonce had studio time. She's here with Jay Z and their daughter. They just invited us over for a play date.
Beca still could not believe what was happening at the moment.
From: That Weirdo
They what?! How did I miss out on this? What's their daughter's name again? Green Envy? Purple Passion?
To: That Weirdo
It's Blu Ivy!
From: That Weirdo
Right, I knew there was a color involved somehow. Dude, this is big, this is life changing! Please make sure our daughter doesn't break anything, I would never live it down.
To: That Weirdo
Really? You would never live it down?
From: That Weirdo
Yeah, I guess you would be the one taking the brunt of that. Call me afterwards, I want details!
To: That Weirdo
Will do. Oh, and by the way, thanks for the hickey! Remind me to kill you when I get home...
Beca was exhausted by the time they pulled into the driveway at 10:45 that night. After lunch, swimming, and a full hour on the swing set, the girls had to wrap things up if they were to make it to Aladdin on time. Alex was bursting with energy, and already planning her next play date with Blu Ivy.
Aladdin had of course been a hit, and Alex had been mesmerized, but it was a full day. Ten minutes after being placed in her car seat, Alex was fast asleep.
Beca watched as Alex's chest rose and fell evenly. The child was of course precious, but even more so when she was asleep. She looked so peaceful, that Beca hated to have to move her. But as she couldn't spend the entire night in the car, there wasn't a choice.
Alex was completely unphased as Beca unstrapped her and lifted her out. She snuggled into her chest and wrapped her arms around Beca's neck as she carried her inside.
Jesse was in the living room, drinking a beer and watching a movie when she walked in through the garage door. Immediately, he got up and walked over to greet them.
"She must be exhausted." He whispered as he rubbed Alex's back. Beca nodded.
"She fell asleep almost instantly once I got her in the car. I'm not even going to bother to change her, she'll be fine to sleep in these clothes."
"Here, I'll take her, you relax."
Beca certainly wasn't going to pass up the offer, and shifted Alex over to Jesse who was again unphased by the exchange. If the child saw the light of day before 9am tomorrow, Beca was going to be amazed.
Heading up the stairs behind them, Beca made her way into their bedroom to change into a pair of Jesse's boxers and a t shirt she had gotten in Jamaica while on their honeymoon. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she walked out to go check on Jesse and Alex.
Alex was asleep against Jesse's chest as he sang to her.
When you need me, just call my name
'cause without you, my life just wouldn't be the same
If you want me come sunny skies or rain
When you need me, just call my name.
If you miss me, I'll be there to brush the sunlight from your hair
I'll be there to guide you when trouble walks beside you
If you need me, I'll be there
And when this dirty world has been cold to you, I got two arms waiting to hold you
And when those mean days come along, we'll stand together and we'll take 'em on.
So if you need me, just call my name.
Beca stood at the door frame, listening to the words. In that moment, she knew she had found the greatest man to share her life with and to father her children.
Sliding into the bedroom, she climbed into the bed and curled up next to Alex and Jesse.
"Thank you for being such an incredible Daddy." Beca whispered.
"Aren't you glad you passed up Guetta's offer?" Jesse deadpanned causing Beca to roll her eyes and shake her head.
"I love you, weirdo."
"I love you too, nerd."
Kissing her lightly on the lips, the trio settled in together, falling asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.
