The Seed - Chapter 3 - A New Beginning
Universal Pictures owns all rights of Pitch Perfect…I only own the idea of this alternate universe love story.
A/N: In this tale Jesse does not attend Barden. He and Beca will eventually meet but on much different circumstances. This AU story starts off during Freshman year, the evening of the ICCA semi-finals and will be told through Beca's POV. With two fandoms being represented, this fic will span a period of about ten years.
M rated for language and mature scenes. Kleenex alert! This one may tug at your heart.
This is my entry to the Valentine's Day challenge. Inspired by Heart's 1990 song titled "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You".
A few months later...
With Luke laid to rest our assets had been transferred into my name and my late husband's life insurance policy had been activated to pay off our home and any remaining debt we created together. My mother had returned to her home in Seattle from the extended FMLA time she took off to stay with me. I will forever be thankful for the comfort and help she gave me during the most difficult time of my life, letting me snark, then kicking my ass when it was needed and helping me make decisions when it came to settling Luke's estate. While grieving for the loss of my spouse and trying to adjust to motherhood was something I could never had done on my own and would wish upon anyone. She encouraged me to put a trust fund together for Mitchell's future, securing him a place in whatever college he wanted, I knew Luke would have wanted that; with our college experience having brought us together.
My father, step-monster and friends, including the Aca-Nazi herself had taken turns visiting to meet my little man and ensure that the darkening depression didn't entirely consume me. In all the while, my healthy son continued to blossom into an amazing, beautiful happy boy without a care in the world. He was my entire existence and reason to live for there was nothing I wouldn't do for him, and after all my company had left and returned back to their own lives it would just be the two of us to face the world together.
But something was missing...
It was time to get back to work. While on extended maternity leave I had to hire temporary personnel to maintain the business, but now that I was back I needed to find a permanent replacement for Luke since SMP couldn't be managed by me alone. As the sole owner of a successful production company, I had begun the dreadful task of finding someone to take over the everyday operations of my company. Having read through several applications, I settled on a few including a newly transplanted man from New York. He had a Master of Music degree from Juilliard and currently composed scores for Lionsgate films.
"Mrs. Stroma...your ten o'clock appointment has arrived." The feminine voice echoed around my office suite, bringing me back to reality.
"Um..okay. A few minutes please!" I replied releasing the intercom button, trying to delay the appointment so I could finish nursing my famished son. Speaking softly to him, knowing my back to back meetings had played havoc with his schedule which was something I feared could happen. "My God you have an appetite. You probably get that from your father." Sighing heavily I kissed my son's soft brown locks and recalled the night he was conceived. Finally releasing me, I tucked my engorged boob into my maternity bra and put my baby high up on my shoulder so he could express any air causing him discomfort. Hitting the intercom button again I let my receptionist know I was ready for the appointment. "Okay Amber...show (scanning the application on my desk) Mr. Swanson in."
Seated at my desk cradling my baby my eyes were glued to the resume as I asked the applicant to come in.
"I hope you don't mind...my nanny called in sick and I didn't want to cancel our appointment." I paused with a deep sigh still looking down as I heard the door click as the interviewee stepped into my stylish office. "Anyway, please have a seat and tell me what you can offer SMP (scanning the document for his name again) Jesse."
When there was no response, I lifted my eyes, looked at his face for the first time and nearly lost it.
"You!" Was all I could say and looked back down at the paperwork in my hand. "You're Jesse Swanson?"
"Yeah...I'm Jesse." He responded standing up from the chair he'd just positioned himself into; the shocked expression on his face showed me he was having the same reaction to this meeting that I was. He steadied himself on my desk and blinked several times. "You're Beca Stroma? I've been searching everywhere for you."
"I asked you not to." I responded softly, shaking my head. "I can't do this...please, you have to leave."
"I'll leave after you tell me what happened that night. You owe me an explanation." His voice was even but full of warmth, just the same it had been all those months ago.
"I owe you nothing. I told you everything in that note. It was just one night...it didn't mean anything."
"I don't believe that and I don't think you do either." He urged, trying to convince me otherwise.
"I'm sorry." My apology was filled with sorrow as my emotions ran amok. "You're right, it did mean something but I was married at the time to a man I loved who couldn't conceive." Like a light bulb going off, Jesse's eyes widened as he took a closer look at my son; who decided now was the perfect moment to give a toothless grin to the man he had never met before. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
And saw his own eyes...
"He's mine?" He choked out as his hand immediately covered his mouth as the shock set in.
"Jesse…please don't be mad...I'm so sorry." Pleading for forgiveness, tears began to escape my eyes. I placed a kiss to the top of Mitchell's head as he slipped into a full bellied food coma, closing his eyes as sleep enveloped him.
"You said loved in the past tense. Are you still married?" He asked, wiping his eyes.
"No." I responded quickly. "Not anymore."
"What happened?"
"I was widowed." He gasped at my response. "My husband passed away the night Mitchell was born. Luke was very sick." I paused to take a deep breath. "He had cancer." Unable to control the sobs I stood up with my sleeping baby in my arms and moved away from him. "My selfishness that night hurt both of you and I'm truly sorry. Please...I need you to leave." My sobbing continued as I clutched my son tighter to me.
"There's no way I'm leaving." He continued on, reaching out he pulled me closer to him. "The night we met changed me forever. I never believed in love at first sight, but it happened, and then we made love. I've never felt that way about anyone." Pouring his heart out, I was captivated by his words and could only listen. "Beca...I've been in love with you since that stormy night, and now I find out we have a son together. My God...I need a minute to take this all in. I never expected this to happen...ever. I just packed up my entire life and moved clear across the country on a gut feeling; it's all making sense now why it felt like the right thing to do."
With tears streaming down his face I was suddenly compelled to kiss him, reached up and pressed my lips to his. Tasting the saltiness of his tears, the kiss was full of emotion as we let it deepen. When we pulled apart, we were left breathless and looked down to our son who was now fully awake, smiling and cooing, making us both chuckle.
"I think he knows you're his daddy." Responding with a smile he kissed the top of his son's head and planted another kiss to my lips. "Would you like to hold him?" I asked graciously and Jesse's bottom lip quivered as I laid the baby in his arms, tucking the monkey blanket around Mitchell's legs.
"I never wanted children." Jesse admitted as he hugged Mitchell to him, gazing at his little hands in wonder. "Then I hit my mid twenties, and it was all I could think about. I just never found anyone I wanted to parent children with until a particularly stormy night, several months ago when I was offered a lift by a stranger."
"Would you like to come over for dinner and get to know your son?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even as I was pulled into another kiss.
With his strong arms around us, the feeling of security and being loved was felt for the first time since being widowed. Just when I thought my heart had been broken forever this man would come back into my life and help piece it back together.
"I would love to." He responded through happy tears.
Later that night...
I had ordered take out from my favorite Chinese restaurant. As punctual as ever, Jesse arrived with a bouquet of red roses for me and a stuffed panda for Mitchell. We enjoyed our meal and became more acquainted with each other, telling stories from our childhoods to our college experiences, leading up to that cold rainy night. Surprisingly, we discovered we had a lot in common with regard to our appreciation for music and our life goals. I found out that Jesse was the youngest of three children whose family still resided in the Catskills of New York. His parents had been married for more than twenty-five years and met at Juilliard, which was the main reason Jesse attended there.
During the course of the evening I heard Mitchell stirring through the baby monitor, and like clockwork it was time for him to feed. I excused myself from Jesse and entered the nursery to find my happy-go-lucky son cooing and batting at the mobile toys above his crib. Chloe was correct on that day in the hospital, my son practically never cried and for the most part slept throughout the night; he really was the best baby ever. Plucking him out of his crib I showered him with kisses as we sat in the rocking chair that my father had purchased for us. As Mitchell nursed, I sang to him like I had been doing since my mother had left.
"I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow. What d'you say?
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone..."
Standing in the doorway, Jesse leaned on the door frame, smiling with his arms crossed.
"You have the most beautiful voice."
"Thanks," I replied softly, sweeping Mitchell's hair to the side as he continued to feed. I gazed down at the little guy in my arms and still marvelled that he was mine. "You can come closer if you'd like"
"I didn't want to assume anything."
"They're just boobs, and it's not like you haven't seen them before."
"Yeah...well, not like this." He breathed. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered that night. God I love you...both of you. You have my word Beca that I will always be there for you and I don't care how long it takes for you to let me in. I'm here for the long haul and not going anywhere, you have my promise."
Unable to put words together to form a sentence I nodded in response to Jesse's powerful proclamation. I hardly knew this man, we'd spent less than ten hours together in our lifetime but here he was, promising me a second chance at happiness. Jesse was so full of compassion and understanding for my loss, promising to take things as slow as I needed to while I continued to mourn for my late husband.
As Mitchell finished his meal and cast a lazy eye in his biological father's direction, I allowed myself to wonder if all of this was Luke's doing. His last gift to Mitchell and I for Jesse had already spoken about moving out here, clear across country, for no other reason than on a whim. As I laid my baby back in his crib, I was fighting myself with mixed emotions. I'd buried my husband, the man who had filled up my life for so many years and whose clothes were still hanging in my closet yet I found myself drawn to my mysterious stranger who was so busy reassuring me that he believed in love at first sight. My conflicted heart was in despair because I felt the same way as Jesse did but unlike him, I couldn't vocalize my true feelings...at least not yet.
Over the next couple of months, our time together increased as we were together more than we were apart, practically spending every waking moment pretending to be a family of three, as the weirdo slowly weaseled his way into my heart. Jesse began staying over but not expecting anything in return, he became my rock, kissing me and holding me at night while I cried myself to an exhausting sleep and was there to pick up the pieces after I had woken from nightmares, drenched in perspiration and filled with fear and sorrow.
The more time Mitchell and I spent with Jesse, the more I realized I could fall for him, but battled my own demons of just how I could allow myself to love another. Then one night I was surprised with a cake, Jesse had remembered Luke's birthday and felt we needed to honor him. He prayed for my late husband, thanked him for loving me and for helping bring our son into the world. It was at this moment I knew I loved Jesse and accepted the fact that he was the man for me, but perhaps the most important feeling was that I wanted to be with him.
On our three month anniversary, we shared a candlelight dinner and couldn't keep our eyes off of each other. With Mitchell tucked away safely in his crib in the adjacent room, I entered the master suite to find Jesse laying in my bed as he always did, shirtless and reading from his digital device. Standing in the doorway I watched this amazing man, who had helped me come to terms with my loss, raise his dreamy brown orbs to me and offer the warmest of smiles. Slowly untying the sash on my robe, I fully exposed myself to him, letting the garment fall from my shoulders and onto to the ground before me. Seeing his eyes swell was all the confirmation I needed as I knew I had made the right decision to open my heart to this man. Rising up off the bed to meet me halfway, Jesse was on his feet, approaching carefully as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama bottoms, sliding them down his hips and kicking them off somewhere in the room. He kept eye contact with me the entire time.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked with the most soothing voice I'd ever heard. I nodded slowly and smiled in return. "Then let me take you to bed."
"Yes." I whispered. "I'd like that."
Lifting me into his arms I was carried the short distance and gently lowered onto my bed.
"Tell me what you want." He spoke softly, his lips inches from mine.
"Jesse." I breathed. "I love you." With happy tears falling I finally gave in to love and offered myself to him. "I want you to make love to me."
Smiling through his own tears, Jesse pressed his lips to mine in the most passion filled kiss I had ever experienced.
We'd previously had sex as strangers on that cold rainy night, but this time it would be entirely different. With genuine affection and trust between two consenting adults who opened their hearts to each other with full declaration of love, it was the first time we celebrated our amorousness as a couple.
He blanketed my body with his own and caressed me in the most lovingly way, waking up my senses from what seemed like a lifetime of numbness. With his hands and mouth on every inch of my body, he made me feel like a National Treasure as he kept loving me the way love was meant to be, and not once did he want anything in return. When he finally entered me, I gasped at the fullness as our eyes remained locked.
"You okay?" He asked softly as he stilled himself and waited for my response. With a quick nod of approval he pulled back, rotated his hips and penetrated me further as I felt myself becoming one with him. Matching his rhythm, I began to feel a familiar sensation in my lower extremities as my arousal started to envelope me. "Let it go." He whispered and held my head in place as I struggled to let it happen. "It's okay Beca, I've got you." He said reassuringly and poured his love into a sensual kiss. "I love you." He murmured against my lips. It didn't take much longer before my body began to shake as I arched my back off the bed and finally let myself release. "I love you too." I breathed, as tears of joy fled my eyes.
Our lovemaking went on all night, bringing each other to climax more times than either of us could count. I knew from this night I never wanted to leave this place or the warmth of his embrace; I was finally home with Jesse Swanson, where I belonged.
A few months later…
Mitchell was not only turning one, it was also the anniversary of Luke's passing. With a houseful of people expected, my family and friends would soon know the true nature of my relationship with Jesse. We had decided a couple months ago, he would move out of his shitty little apartment in the middle of Downtown Los Angeles and move in with us. In the meantime, our son continued to thrive and grew into a well adjusted, happy toddler who took more after his biological father in mannerisms and appearance.
As our guests arrived, I introduced Jesse and brought out a plethora of delicatessen nourishment that were devoured instantly. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, especially my little man who was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, t-shirt and denim jacket to match. With Jesse and the guys playing airplane with Mitchell, Chloe took this opportunity to question me about the new man in my life as well as other things.
"I can't believe it's been a year since that day in the hospital." Chloe said shaking her head as she took a seat on the couch. "What a difference a year can make. You look really good Beca, I've been so worried about you, but now that I see you're doing so well, and you have a hot new man in your life, I couldn't be happier for you." Taking a swig from my bottle of beer I sat down next to my ginger friend and hugged her.
"What was that for?"
"Thank you Chloe, I don't know what I would have done had you not been there with me." I said, tearing up. "You literally experienced the happiest and saddest moments of my life. So much has happened since then, I don't even know where to start." I continued on as I observed my future before me, my boys bringing a smile to my face.
"You're in love with him." She concluded, watching me watch them. "He's really good with kids and seems to really care for Mitchell."
"Yeah...they get along almost too well. Sometimes I think they conspire against me." We laughed at my paranoid comment as we watched them interact. "Jesse's my rock, he brought me back from that dark place and has been there for both of us." I paused and looked to my friend. "You were right Chloe, my heart broke after Luke died but with Jesse's help, its been pieced back together, I've learned to trust and love again."
"It shows, my friend. You're glowing and looking as beautiful as ever." She beamed. "So, I've been meaning to ask you, how did your adorable son get those gorgeous brown eyes when you and Luke both had blue?" Nothing gets by Chloe as my eyebrows disappear into my hairline and I bite my lip in anticipation of her reaction to the truth.
"Um...well. Because...um. Well...you see. Fuck it! I'm just going to come out and say it." Taking a swig of beer, I exhaled deeply. "Because Mitchell takes after his dad." There I said it and wanted desperately to camouflage myself into the beige textured walls of my home.
For the first time in her life my friend was speechless. With her jaw detached from her face I sat in silence and smirked, waiting patiently for her response.
"Beca...did you?" She was genuinely shocked knowing what I had done.
"Um...yeah, I guess you can say that." I admitted, holding my head down in shame.
"I can't believe you cheated on your husband." She hissed, a little louder than I would have liked. Not wanting anyone else to hear about my infidelity, I pulled Chloe into the study and closed the door. Indicating for her to take a seat, I took a long chug of my beer, draining the bottle before continuing.
"I never told Luke I had stopped taking the pill and a year later I still couldn't get knocked up. When I asked him about looking into IVF he was furious with me. If only he would have told me the truth that he couldn't conceive, none of this would have happened. Instead Luke refused to give me any reason which both hurt and infuriated me, I walked out and then-"
"-Wait a minute! I remember this. It was that stormy night you called from your car. I had to hang up because Carly was sick." She continued as the events of the evening started to fall into place. "What happened afterwards?"
"The dude's car had broken down so I gave him a lift to his hotel."
"Is there more?"
She had no idea how much more...
"We didn't know each other's names or even wanted to. It was just the one night, and only for the purpose of getting pregnant. At least that's all I wanted out of it."
"Whatever happened to the brown eyed sperm donor?" She asked as I rolled my eyes.
"I wrote him a note and left before he woke up." I paused before continuing to the best part. "I found out his name a few months after Mitchell was born when he showed up in my office applying for Luke's position. Neither of us expected to see each other again, but Jesse admitted he had fallen in love with me that night."
"Jesse was the dude?" She asked as I nodded. "He's Mitchell's father?" I continued to nod. "And now you're in love with him?" Still nodding yes to her series of questions, she shook her head at me in disbelief. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and rubbed her temples; clearly struggling to process the revelation.
"It took me a while to allow myself to open my heart, but after months of Jesse helping me deal with my loss I finally realized I loved him. The rest is history."
"Did Luke know?"
"Yes...when he fell out of remission which, was around the same time I found out I was pregnant. I told him everything and he still wanted me, and my baby."
"I can't believe all you've gone through but I'm so glad Luke knew everything and was there for you."
"Chloe, he blamed himself for my infidelity and forgave me right after Mitchell was born and before he died. I love Jesse but can't move forward until I can learn to forgive Luke for leaving us. Jesse is an incredible man who's gone through hell and back with me and an amazing father to Mitchell who's already begun to call him daddy. I know I belong with Jesse but I need to let Luke go, I just don't know how."
"You will Beca...when the time's right." She assured and hugged me, wrapping her arms around my back and pulling me in for a tight hug, holding onto me for quite some time. "Now let's get back to your son's birthday."
Having confided in my best friend, it felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted. The rest of the day was filled with joy as Jesse and I helped our son open his many gifts which mostly consisted of clothes and noisy toys. When it came time for cake we dimmed the lights and lit a single candle. Everyone sang happy birthday...off tune of course, and snapped photos from their cell phones as Mitchell was given an individual size cake he could sink his teeth or anything else he wanted to.
"Make a wish." Chloe said as we blew out the candle and watched our son bury his hands in his cake, taking fistfuls and then kneaded the bluish icing all over his hair and face. We laughed so hard and then shared a kiss before the lights came back on, knowing very well what Mitchell's wish would be.
Having been together for more than a year it was now Valentine's Day and Jesse had made dinner reservations for the three of us at our favorite restaurant. We were seated in a cozy corner of the dining room, waited on without delay, brought our beverages and cutting board containing a hot fresh loaf of bread and real butter. And just like his mother, with my fondness for freshly baked carbs, Mitchell attacked the bread with a vengeance and washed it down with apple juice he drank from his Avengers mister sippy cup.
Knowing Jesse had been planning this evening for weeks, I chose to wear a newly purchased form fitting red dress with a plunging neckline and black stilettos. Our son was dressed identically to his father in a dark suit and tie with shiny black shoes, looking absolutely adorable. The two of them had become inseparable and really were so much alike, I started calling my son M&M for Mini Me since he had basically become a much smaller version of his father. After polishing off our meals, Jesse took his pint sized clone to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, placing a very excitable Mitchell in my lap.
"Um...so we had a really long talk and have come to an agreement." Jesse continued on looking as mischievous as the cat that ate the canary.
"Oh? And what might that be?" I played along giving my boys one of my trademark smirks.
"Alright son...you're on. Give her the thingy we talked about." Reaching into an inside pocket Mitchell produced a small black velvet box. "Go ahead...give it to mommy."
"Here Momma!" He blurted out and thrust it into my hand.
"What's this?" I asked, full of suspicion as I watched my son stuff his tiny fingers into his mouth and giggle. "You are being so silly." When he behaved like that I could never keep a straight face. It didn't matter if I was in a crappy mood or if I didn't feel well, when Mitchell acted goofy his happiness could literally light up a third world country. Planting the loudest and sloppiest kisses to his cheeks, my son's infectious laugh could be heard throughout the restaurant, making me crack up even more. "Seriously little dude, what's this all about?"
"Pessant fwom daddy."
By the time I looked back at Jesse he was already down on one knee.
"Jesse?" I stopped laughing as it dawned on me what was about to happen.
"Good job buddy but I'll take it from here." He said as I placed our son back in his booster seat. Taking my hand in his Jesse looked into my eyes with the most loving expression.
"Beca...I've waited my entire life for this moment and love you more than words can ever describe. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Wiping tears from his eyes, he continued. "Will you make me the happiest man in the universe? Will you marry me?"
With moisture flooding my eyes I opened the small box to the most beautiful princess cut diamond ring I'd ever seen and looked over at our son, who had the biggest shit eating grin of any toddler as he banged his spoon on the table.
"I don't know Mitchell...gimme me that!" Having taken his spoon away, I dabbed happy tears as they escaped my eyes. "Should I marry your daddy?" When I turned my attention back to Jesse, he was still kneeling, waiting patiently for an answer. "Um...I sort of have a gift for you too." And handed him a gold rectangular box with a red ribbon.
Looking a bit puzzled, Jesse gently shook the box, removed the red ribbon and slowly opened it and just like that day in my office when Jesse found out he had fathered a son, his hand covered his mouth in shock. With tears flooding his own eyes he looked up and saw me nodding. The pregnancy test confirmed we were expecting our second child.
"And Jesse...my answer is...yes. I love you and would love nothing more than to be your wife." Rising to his feet Jesse pulled me out of my seat and into his arms and shouted out, "SHE SAID YES!" The restaurant staff and guests erupted with celebration as we sealed our engagement with a passionate kiss while our son cackled and clapped his hands in delight.
With Mitchell passed out in the back seat we were headed back home. With unspoken words I stared at my gorgeous ring and couldn't keep myself from smiling. I was convinced my lips might crack or even worse I would have a perma grin plastered on my face for infinity. It had been a long journey for us to get to this point, but now that we were engaged as well as expecting, things could not have been better. With a tingling sensation forming all over, I felt my body temperature rise and mouth water.
Oh crap! Not now...
"Hey babe...can you drive any faster?"
"Why? You feeling okay?"
"Oh yeah." I breathed. "I just really need to take care of something."
"Well...unfortunately its going to have to wait because we've got holiday traffic. No...actually it's a fender bender. Looks to be at least half a dozen vehicles...I'm sorry honey but it looks like we're going to be stuck here for awhile."
"Son of a bitch!" I hissed and decided to take advantage of the situation as I unhooked my seat belt and began to undo his belt and pants. "Fine...we'll just have to do it this way. Um...you might want to close your window."
Before my fiance could say anything I reached into his boxer briefs and freed him from the confines of his dress slacks. "There you are." Licking my lips I couldn't wait to taste him as I moistened my hands with my saliva and stroked his length, bringing him vertical in record breaking time.
Someone call Guinness!
"Oh God!" He gasped. "Beca! We can't do this here. Our son...the other cars... Oh my fucking God that feels good." He groaned out as I continued to pump him.
"That's it...I can't wait. Don't ask. Just lower your seat back and let me...you know." Before Jesse could react I draped myself over him and hit the button lowering his seat far enough where I can do my thing without getting my head stuck under the steering wheel. "Just lay back and relax because this momma is hungry."
"Beca...I don't think we should do this HHHHEEERRREEE!" He croaked as I took him in my mouth and sucked the precum oozing its way to the surface. Closing my eyes, I feasted on his erection like it was the richest and creamiest piece of cheesecake in existence. Enjoying his flavor, I continued to draw out his nectar as it coated my tongue and made its way down my throat.
"OH FUCK!" He burst out as I deep throated him, slamming his throbbing cock against the back of my throat. With no gag reflex to stop me I wanted to swallow him whole. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, BECA!"
Moaning louder and bobbing my head like an errant oil well, I sucked more vigorously, wanting and needing my treat like yesterday. Cupping his balls I continued to lick the length of his shaft and tongue his slit, driving him to the point of no return. Gripping the steering wheel with both hands, Jesse's mouth formed the perfect 'O' as he fought to breathe. Taking him back in I resumed my intense sucking until he finally let himself go, blasting a load of 250 million delicious sperm cells down my throat. Drinking him in, I couldn't get enough of my fiance's semen as I sucked him dry. After a few minutes I tucked his deflated member carefully into his pants, zipped him up and slowly sat up to re-fasten my own seatbelt. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I rested my head against the headrest, smiled and closed my eyes.
"Thank you." I breathed. "I can't tell you how much I needed that."
Still unable to catch his breath Jesse looked stunned and slowly shook his head in disbelief. Looking to his right he could not believe what I had just done to him in the middle of the 101 freeway on a busy Saturday night.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Finally able to form a sentence Jesse stepped on the gas pedal as traffic began to move. "Not that I'm complaining or anything because that was probably the best fucking blow job I've ever received. We've done that but never quite like that before. Why now?"
"Dude! I'm knocked up with your kid. I have cravings...and that my dear was just one of many. I hope you're ready for this because this is only the beginning."
"I've never been more ready." He confessed, as he exited the freeway. "And babe...just for the record, you can use me and my penis any time."
"Good...I'm glad to hear that because I'm no where done with you. Don't plan on getting any sleep tonight."
Later that evening with our son tucked into his crib Jesse returned the favor over and over again, bringing me to climax more times than I could count. At one point I nearly blacked out as my body was seized by a multiple orgasm that seemed to go on for at least 15 minutes. Once we had gotten it out of our system we simply laid in bed wrapped in each other's arms and contemplated our bright future as a family.
A few months later...
We were having a girl this time and couldn't wait to bring her into the world and observe our first born embrace his new role as big brother. We put the Hollywood Hills home up for sale and had purchased a newly constructed house near Beverly Hills. We'll be living in what I'd like to call suburbia hell, in a guard gated community, on a cul de sac street, lined with white picket fences and surrounded by couples like ourselves with young children. With my production company continuing to thrive, Jesse had also been promoted to an executive position at Lionsgate, after I had to reject his application to work for me on ethical grounds. With the expansion of our family and success of our careers, the dream of living in Los Angeles could never have happened without the fat heart and support of my first love from my college years at Barden.
I just had one thing left to do...
..ooOoo..
Kneeling next to his grave I placed a single rose, a red solo cup and pair of beaten up headphones along my late husband's headstone.
"To you mate and my first love. Thank you for your unconditional love and for everything you've ever done for me. I know that day in the hospital you held on long enough to help me bring Mitchell into this world, and for that I will always be thankful." With tears falling freely I felt a hand on my shoulder, looked up to see Jesse nodding with tears of his own. "Wherever you may be I know you're never too far away because I feel your presence whenever I'm in doubt or just missing you. Luke...I will always love you but it's time for me to let you go. Before I leave this place I want you to know that I'm okay (squeezing Jesse's fingers on my shoulder) and I forgive you for dying so young and for leaving us. It wasn't your fault...I know that now. Goodbye my love, rest well and know that you will never be forgotten."
"Are you ready?" He asked softly, extending his hand out to help me to my feet.
"Yes Jesse...I am." I responded with a smile, rubbing my small baby bump. "Let's get married."
To the beginning...
A/N: This started out as a simple one-shot challenge but ended up becoming so much more. I hope you enjoyed this double fandom fic and don't hate me too much for emptying your box of kleenex. Thank you for taking the time to read this story. As always please feel free to share your thoughts or comments.
Special thanks...
cajunqueen714 (Bekah) - who threw down this challenge and brainstormed with me until the appropriate song was found.
waatp (Corinne) - who took the time and effort to not only beta this story but encouraged me to push that envelope and go beyond my comfort zone
**Check out their stories folks...these gals can write!