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"So you have sex…like a lot?" Ashley, Grace's cousin, had been introduced to them by Michael using their similar age as a conversation starter. At first, she was pleasant; they exchanged in light chit chat and she even bought the two of them a drink. But as the drink continued to flow, her choice of topics were becoming uncomfortable and certainly not fitting for a family wedding.

"Okay," Jesse said and took the shot glass filled with a mysterious green liquid from her hand. "No more for you." She made a sound in protest but slumped against the bar.

"You never answered my question."

"And we're not going to." Beca bit, getting annoyed with the very tipsy girl. She downed the last of her third vodka and coke and slammed it onto the wooden counter.

"Well then," Ashley bit her lip in an attempt to be sexy that failed when her red lipstick stained her teeth. "Maybe Jesse can tell me."

Beca threw him a death glare and he could feel the pressure of the words she never said against his brain 'you dare'.

"Ashley, it's been great talking to you and everything but…uhh…" He spotted Michael taking to their mom. "I think Michael needs to talk to us about…something."

Beca took that as her cue to stand and she straightened the skirt of her dress from where she'd been sat down for almost an hour.

"Oh okay, tell him I said hi." The blonde rested her head on the bar that was sure to be sticky with drink and Jesse whisked Beca over to his parents.

"Oh my God, what is her problem? I was sat right there!" Beca ran a hand through her dropped curls in astonishment.

"Jealous?" He nudged her shoulder lightly and she punched his quite a bit harder.

"Shut the fuck up."

They arrived at the table and Grace ran straight into Beca, clutching her with just as much force as her new mother-in-law.

"Beca!" The bride squeaked in her ear. "I'm so glad you came, it's been so long since I've seen you." Jesse left her side to speak with his brother.

"Congrats Gracie, you look amazing!"

"You don't look so bad yourself Becs, that dress is gorgeous on you." She searched the small crowd that had gathered around them. "Sandra, doesn't Beca look stunning in her dress!" The woman appeared at Grace's side and gave Beca a once over.

"I've already told her, my son is very lucky. Both my sons are very lucky to have such gorgeous women in their lives!" Grace giggled and thrust Beca towards Sandra before hugging the two of them.

"This is the happiest day of my life!" They separated just in time for the DJ to come over the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, but especially the ladies, please make your way to the dance floor for the bouquet toss!" Sandra and Grace squealed (actually squealed) and clamped a hand around each of her arms (it was as if they knew she would try to escape), pulling her towards the dance floor.

"Jesse!" she called, but she couldn't see him through the wall of people that had gathered around the group of women.

Oh god.

Every woman, including Jesse's grandmother, Sandra, Laura and, Rosie, gathered in a group literally bouncing in their heels. Beca made an attempt to leave but the five year old had attached herself to Beca's leg and gave her the most adorable little pout she'd ever seen.

She looked at the little girl and then at the bride who was preparing herself to swing the flowers. Moaning under her breath, she gathered the mini princess in her arms and re-joined the group making sure to stay on the outskirts.

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Beca did a quick scan of the guests again and still couldn't see Jesse.

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Rosie shifted excitedly and gave Beca a sloppy toothy grin.

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The room filled with silence and time seemed to slow down as she watched Grace swing the bouquet forward and release it over her head. She overestimated the size of the swarm of girls behind her because the flowers flew straight over their heads and was heading straight for a certain brunette.

Oh no.

Oh god no.

Beca closed her eyes tight, hoping that someone would rush towards her and save her the embarrassment but that didn't happen. The flowers hit her square in the face and Beca's free hand reached out to catch the bundle automatically.

She opened her eyes and Rosie gaped at her in awe.

All eyes were on Beca and she felt a warm blush rise to her cheeks. She retracted her arm and eyed the pale pink roses in her hand.

"Beca!" It was Laura. She burst through the women who were all looking at her in shock, obviously having no clue who she was. "Beca, you caught it!"

"And the lucky girl is Beca Mitchell!" Her name echoed through the speakers and everyone cheered. She couldn't help the smile that slipped onto her lips then.

The disappointed women begrudged her a congratulations and trooped back to their seats along with all the other guests. Laura took Rosie from her arms and bent down to Beca's ear.

"I think someone is happy." She left the dancefloor leaving Beca all by herself, snubbing the person she knew was behind her.

"BECAW!"

Why does she have such an embarrassing boyfriend?

Reluctantly she faced him and instantly wanted to run to Laura for help.

Jesse had the most ridiculous smirk on his face that she felt the need to wipe it off as soon as possible. He stalked over to her and paused a metre away.

"Don't you dare." She held the bouquet out to stop him coming any closer knowing exactly what he was going to do. "Jesse I swear to god-"

He snatched the flowers from her hand and lifted her off the ground, spinning her like a child. Her long hair surrounded them like a curtain and she vibrated against his chest. Caught up in the thrill of the moment he'd created, Beca let him kiss her. She smiled into the kiss and felt her feet making contact with the floor. They never broke the lip-lock, smiling against each other until they sprang apart at the sudden sound of Michael screaming "GET A ROOM!"

Jesse collapsed into hysterics and fist bumped the air Judd Nelson style (his obsession with doing this was very much adorable to Beca, not that she'd ever tell him). Beca hauled his ass of the dancefloor and back to their table where Tom was aiming an award winning smile at them.

"Nice move dude!" He held his hand up to Jesse for a high five which he accepted with a loud smack.

"So when's the wedding Beca?" Laura eyed her over the top of Rosie who was busy drawing what could've been either a dinosaur or a kangaroo.

"Go fu-" She started but cut herself short when Rosie looked up from her book and gave her a small wave. "You know what to do." She corrected herself and took a seat, picking up her fork and shoving cake in her mouth.

Jesse winked at the snickering parents across the table and precariously placed the bouquet next to his own empty plate. He relaxed into his chair and snuck a piece of frosting from her plate.

"Hey, get your own!" She grumbled, stabbing at his hand with the fork. He pointed to his empty plate and broke a bigger chunk off, popping it in his mouth greedily. Beca said something to herself that sounded a lot like 'Pig' and took another jab at the red velvet cake she absolutely adored.

A/N: Hi guys, I'm really enjoying this story and hope you are too. I think I'm having too much fun with Laura and Tom teasing Bec and Jess but oh well, I love them. Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews and follows/favs. I can honestly say that I smile like a weirdo whenever I get an email about them so keep it up :) 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!