DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters or Pitch Perfect *sobs*

Beca pulled the thin blazer closer to her body, the North Carolina September sun was warming her through the black material, but the wind refrained her from removing it.

Jesse, noticing her stuff her hands deeper in her pockets, pulled her closer against his body as they filed into the immense pale stone church behind various members of his family. Beca felt her gaze being drawn to the stained glass window directly above the door and even though she had no clue what it was depicting, she admired the colours and how intricate the design was.

Inside, they were suddenly bombarded by an extremely cheerful mother of the groom.

"Hi Ma," Jesse said wrapping his arms around the waist of the woman who was attacking him in kisses.

"George, come here and look at our son; all grown up." Mrs Swanson called to her husband who couldn't hear her as he was still greeting guests at the door. "And, Beca, don't you look absolutely gorgeous. That dress looks beautiful on you!" The woman had turned to Beca and enveloped her in a bone crushing hug. She eyed Jesse helplessly over his mother's shoulders but he just smirked when he saw Beca trying to free herself from the death grip.

"Thank you. You look lovely too Mrs Swanson." Beca breathed, finally free. She woman batted the complement away like a pesky fly.

"Why thank you dear, but I've told you already to call me Sandra." Beca smiled in acknowledgement and tucked herself back underneath Jesse's arm. "One son getting married today and maybe another sooner than I thought."

"Ma," Jesse warned but Sandra placed a hand on both of their forearms comfortingly.

"Take no notice of me." Her gaze travelled to where George was struggling to greet all the guests as a large crowd appeared. "Excuse me, it looks like your father is struggling. You're seats are on the third row, right hand side." She left them, tottering in her heels to join her husband and Jesse guided Beca down the long rows of wooden pews.

"Sorry about that, you know what she's like." His eyes were full of guilt at how his mother had brought up marriage around Beca. Jesse was set on marrying the girl on his arm without a doubt but they'd never discussed it. Twenty one felt too young and they were still in college so he kept it to himself for now.

"It's okay. She seems a bit more emotional than usual today which is to be expected I suppose."

They arrived at their pew where Jesse's grandmother sat with his cousin Laura, her husband and two children. Little Alfie was barely four months old and dressed in the smallest waist coat Beca had ever seen where as his older sister Rosie (just turned five) was sparkling in a lilac dress she took pride in showing Beca. They'd met last year when Beca joined Jesse's family for Christmas and her heart warmed when the little girl remembered her name.

"Beca, I'm all shiny!" She spun carefully in the tight space between the pews. "And you're all shiny too!" She pointed to Beca's dress where a dozen small rainbows had appeared due to the light reflecting off Rosie's sequined dress.

"It's very pretty isn't it?" Beca asked the little girl who had now taken the seat next to her.

"You're pretty too." Rosie said her dark brown eyes wide (she was glad the feature was prominent in the family) and turned to her little brother that had got his chubby fist tangled in her long dark curls.

Beca smiled to herself and saw that Jesse was beaming down at her.

"What?"

"Nothing." She let it go when she saw the minister take his place and the wedding march began.

"You're such a weirdo." She mumbled as the congregation settled into silence.

The service was long and somehow exhausting even though all they had to do was stand up and down a few times for the hymns causing Beca to lean her head on Jesse's shoulder about half way through. She could've sworn the hymns were at least two verses too long and she had trouble concealing a laugh when Jesse forgot the words and ended up humming along to the organ instead.

However, it was all worth it when Jesse's Brother Michael and his new wife Grace had their first kiss as husband and wife. A tear even slipped out the corner of her eye when she saw how happy they were as they practically skipped back up the aisle. She wiped it away quickly but she felt a finger in her ribs and knew that Jesse had seen her.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter but I'll try to post another either tonight or tomorrow. I want to thank you for you're lovely reviews and to cuticlecareenetwork for making me laugh yesterday about a drunk Jesse. Maybe my next fic will include that. Anyway, as always any reviews, favourites and follows count as secret Jeca kisses we knew they had but weren't in PP2 ) Thanks for reading!