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.