I woke up on the couch, gasping. Nightmares.
"Beca? You okay?" Jesse asked.
"Yeah, fine." I said, trying to keep my composure.
"You don't mean it." He said.
"I had a bad dream, okay?" I snapped.
"What time is it? What happened?" I asked.
"It's only six. You fell asleep on the couch the second time around when we were watching The Breakfast Club." He said.
"Oh." I said.
"Do you want to talk about the dream?" He asked, running his fingers through hair, trying to calm me down.
I looked at him sadly. "Don't tell."
"Promise."
I looked at my feet. "Let's just say the baby wasn't okay." I said quietly.
"You're just nervous. Everything's fine. Really, I promise you, Beca. Everything's okay." He repeated to me.
He hugged me as I sobbed. What was wrong with me?
No one can make me cry, unless something's terribly wrong.
Maybe Chloe was right about me going soft.
Maybe I was doing the crying for the baby inside of me.
It was good to know the baby was crying, then.
"I'm ordering pizza for dinner. I figured you were getting bored of shrimp." Jesse said once he had wiped the final tear from my face.
"Sounds good." I said.
"What kind?"
"Meat Lover's. I'm starving."
"Extra large, thin crust, with a two liter Mountain Dew. To make you feel better." Jesse said.
I smiled. What would I do without him?
A/N:Yep, I felt sappy again today, so I wrote a little Hurt/Comfort fluff. Beca's pregnant, so of course she's emotional.
