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"I'm happy to announce the newlyweds: Mr and Mrs Swanson!" The whole room erupted into the sound of clapping and even a few hollers as the couple entered the ballroom, the biggest crescent moon smiles on their faces. They took their place in the centre of the dance floor and the room quietened for their first dance.

Jesse and Beca stood on the outskirts of the wooden floor next to Rosie (who hadn't left Beca's side since the moment she entered the room twenty minutes ago). Not that she minded, the little girl was sweet and acted a lot older than five which shocked Beca.

"She's already reading first grade books." Jesse told her when Beca voiced how mature she believed the girl was.

"That's impressive!"

"Laura's thinking about signing her up for some school for gifted kids but Tom doesn't agree with it." The song was coming to an end and soon the dance floor would be filling up with people.

"Why not?"

"He experienced private school and doesn't wish for his children to be put through the ridicule that comes with it." Beca scanned Tom who was watching his wife nurse Alfie. He was handsome with his black hair and sharp features that were softened by his emerald eyes. The way he stood with stooped shoulders and a hard gaze, even when he smiled, made Beca believe that he'd been through a lot.

"Maybe it's for the best then." Her eyes now on the Michael and Grace who finished the dance with the type of passionate kiss you only see in movies.

"Maybe, but Laura's adamant about it and Tom's the sort of guy who'd do anything for his wife. So she's likely to be enrolled by the end of the year."

The music melted into another track that Jesse instantly recognised from his childhood. He took her hand and she followed until she realised where he was headed.

"No way Swanson, not now."

"Aww come on!" he whined. "Just this song, please." Beca couldn't resist his stupid puppy dog eyes for long and let out a sigh.

"Fine." His eyes lit up and she was being led (more like dragged) onto the dance floor where some of Jesse's family already were.

Finding some space amongst the other couples, Jesse pulled Beca against his chest and her hands instinctively went to link behind his neck as his rested on her hips. They swayed to the piano and then the lyrics interrupted accompanied by more instruments.

'You see this guy, this guy's in love with you

Yes I'm in love who looks at you the way I do

When you smile I can tell it know each other very well'

The words came to Jesse without even thinking about them and Beca lifted her head from his shoulder with a quizzical brow raised.

"How do you know the lyrics? This sounds like something you're parents would listen to." He readjusted his grip on her, and pointed to where his parents were arm in arm.

"It was their first dance song, Michael must have requested it for them." Beca nodded in recognition of the way they smiled at each other so full of love.

"It's a beautiful song."

"It reminds me of you a little bit." Her eyes narrowed slightly but there was a glint behind the mascara that Jesse recognised as a deeper emotion.

"Really? How so?"

"Listen." She relaxed back into his arms and listened carefully to the words he sang into her hair.

'How can I show you I'm glad I got to know you 'cause

I've heard some talk they say you think I'm fine

Yes I'm in love and what I'd do to make you mine

Tell me now is it so don't let me be the last to know'

He felt her shake against his chest in laughter and she pressed her mouth to his in a tender kiss. Making out in front of all of his family wasn't exactly something either of them wanted to do so he broke away and rested his cheek on the side of her head (even in four inch heel Beca wasn't anywhere close to his five foot ten stature).

'My hands are shakin' don't let my heart keep breaking 'cause

I need your love, I want your love

Say you're in love, in love with this guy, if not I'll just die'

"I still can't get over that you chose this dress."

"I still can't get over that you wouldn't let me pay for it."

She let out a sigh, trying to keep her frustration at his persistence at bay. "Are you still pissed at that? Jesse, I can pay for my own clothes."

"I know you can Becs, I just wanted to treat you to something special that's all."

'Tell me now is it so don't let me be the last to know

My hands are shakin' don't let my heart keep breaking 'cause

I need your love, I want your love

Say you're in love, in love with this guy, if not I'll just die'

She thought about how whenever he offered to buy anything for her, she would stomp her foot like a spoilt child, adamant that she was going to pay. Beca always thought that she refused because she had money that she could spend (junior year came with a raise at the station Beca and Jesse were thankful for. He put it into savings for a car and Beca had invested in the leather jacket that she wore religiously) and so there was no point for Jesse to buy her things if she could afford to herself.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realised that it wasn't because she had her own money, it was the feeling of guilt that she hated whenever she saw him reach for his wallet. Beca, although a different person to who she was freshman year, was still susceptible to closing off. And this was the perfect example. She didn't want him to give her anything because she didn't feel like she deserved anything from him even though she'd never done anything not to deserve gifts from Jesse.

"I'm sorry." The instrumental ending of the song faded out and they stopped dancing.

"For what?" Seeing everyone leave the dance floor, she untangled her hands from his neck and led him to the bar that was surprisingly empty. She perched herself on a worn leather seat and pulled him onto one next to her.

"For never letting you buy me anything, it's because I feel guilty when you spend money on me."

"Beca-"

"No, let me finish." He gestured for her continue. "This dress was expensive, Jesse, and if you spent that kind of money on me I wouldn't know where to start in repaying you."

"It's not about repaying me Beca, that's not why I wanted to buy it. I saw how happy you looked when you first tried that dress on and I'd willingly give up my left leg to see you smile like that." He cupped her cheek in his hand and the blood rushed to her skin.

"That's a bit extreme."

"Nothing's too extreme when it comes to you." She gifted him the smile that he loves so much and patted his thigh.

"If I'm letting you spend money on me, then how about a vodka and coke?"

"The girlfriend wants vodka, the girlfriend gets vodka." He called the bar tender over who didn't even bother asking for ID and told him their orders (Jesse wasn't one for drinking but since they were staying in the hotel for the night, he thought he might as well enjoy himself).

"Thanks." She said when the drink was placed in front of her.

"To spending money on you." He raised his glass and she tapped hers against it, the dark liquid sloshing against the side.

"Aren't we supposed to be toasting to the happy couple?" She motioned to Michael and Grace who were dancing to some pop song Beca vaguely recognised.

"To them too." He took a sip, his eyes dancing over the rim of the glass and she shook her head in amusement taking a long burning swig of the drink.

A/N: Hi guys, so two uploads in a day? Chapter 6 was short so I thought I'd treat you to this. And we're finally at the wedding... How do you feel about Laura and her little fam? I'm kind of in love with them a little bit (especially Rosie. She's adorable.) 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!