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"Make sure you call when you get back and drive sensibly, split the journey between you and make sure you've got gas because-"

"-Ma, would you stop worrying? We can take care of ourselves." Jesse held onto his mother tightly and pressed a kiss to her cheek before moving onto his father who patted his back solidly and even brushed his lips against his son's hair. He stood back and Beca made her rounds.

"It was so lovely to see you again Beca." Mrs Swanson patted Beca's hands and wiped away a tear that had escaped. "Oh god look at me crying! I hate goodbyes!"

She shooed Beca over to George who wrapped a strong arm around her. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I know you love my son I shouldn't have gotten involved." He spoke quietly into her ear so Jesse couldn't hear them.

"It's okay. You're just looking out for him. You'll be the first to know if he gets the job." Beca told the small lie Jesse had told her to say if anyone asked about the job he was waiting for in LA. He wanted to talk to the firm first to confirm everything with them before he started telling people, hence why Beca found out a few days after the news first arrived rather than straight away. George nodded against her and she received a strange look from Jesse when she returned to his side. She dismissed it with a wink and he knew she'd tell him when they were in the car.

Jesse handed Beca the car keys and he picked up their bags. With one final wave to his parents, they left the hotel and made their way to the car in the lot across the street. He dumped their bags on the backseat and secretly retrieved something from the pocket of his bag, stuffing the small box in his hoodie while Beca settled into the driver's seat (she was taking the first leg since Jesse had on their way up).

"Let's get this show on the road." She said excited to be going home (as far as she was concerned, Barden was her home). Jesse strapped himself in and prepared for a long journey back to Georgia.

Two and a half hours rolled by quicker than expected with no toilet breaks. It was two fifteen in the afternoon and after voicing how hungry he was getting, Jesse had convinced her to pull into the next rest stop they came across. She grumbled for the next mile but took the turning for the exit anyway.

Jesse climbed out of his seat and released a yawn he didn't know he was holding back, meanwhile Beca rolled her shoulders, stiff from holding the steering wheel straight for most of their journey so far.

They entered the small coffee house and took a seat by the window once they'd placed their orders at the counter.

Completely unaware to him, Jesse began bouncing his leg under the table and scratched his chin anxiously. "Jesse would you stop shaking your leg, it's distracting." She broke his reverie and he calmed his twitching muscles but his hand stayed fixed on his chin.

"Okay, spit it out." Beca declared when his knee bounced back into action after barely a minute of being still.

"Huh?"

"You want to tell me something so say it now." He stuffed his hands in his hoodie and toyed with the box. She saw his fingers moving beneath the fabric and made a motion for him to give it to her. He blinked quickly and placed the box on the table in front of her.

Her eyes widened immediately and he felt like snatching the box back and forgetting it ever happened.

"Is that for me?" her voice was small and he pushed it towards her.

She fiddled with the blue ribbon, her fingers lightly shaking in anticipation. He trained his eyes on her face wanting to see every detail of her reaction. A gasp clouded around them and he wanted nothing more than for the ground to develop a black hole and suck him into oblivion when she tore back the paper and took out a smaller more delicate black velvet box from within the gift one.

"Jesse…"

"It's not a ring." Her heart slowed to a more even pace and with tentative fingers, she pressed the gold button and the clasp released, opening to reveal its treasure.

A long chain twisted itself around the quilted leather inside and hanging from the end was a thin strip of silver embedded with a single twinkling diamond. A hand flew to her mouth when she read the engraving:

'Weirdo x'

"Do you like it?" he asked searching her eyes and when tears came to them he knew the answer. She nodded at a loss for words and lifted it from the box admiring it in the soft afternoon light. The diamond winked at her and she finally met his gaze.

"Can you put it on me?" She held it out to him and he slid into her side of the booth.

Jesse was glad for her hair being in a bun when he let the necklace fall against her neck and did the clasp at the back. His hands fell to the curve of her neck and she face him with a look she hoped conveyed all the love she felt for him in that moment.

"I love you so much." Their foreheads rested against each other's, content with the simple contact.

"I love you too my smart ass, scary, beautiful weirdo." He touched his lips to hers in the briefest of kisses because a throat cleared behind them and their sandwiches were placed on the table. The waitress smiled apologetically and shuffled away.

"Excuse me," Beca called her back and Jesse wondered what for when he scanned the table quickly and all their food had been accounted for. The waitress retraced her steps and looked at Beca curiously. "Do you think you could take a photo of us, please?" She handed the young girl her phone and curled herself into Jesse.

"Sure."

Jesse held Beca closer at the waist and she draped her legs across his lap, her hands finding his neck. They smiled sweetly at the camera and the waitress took the picture.

"I'm not sure if you blinked so I'll take another."

Jesse winked at the waitress and began to move his fingers up and down Beca's curves.

"Jesse stop, she's taking a picture." He quickened his pace and she threw her head back in the most beautiful laugh he'd ever heard and he pressed his lips to her chin. The waitress pressed the shutter button quick to catch the wonderful moment and slid the phone back to Beca on the table who had shifted off of Jesse's lap and was pinching his cheeks.

"Thank you!" she said to the retreating figure and opened the images in her camera roll. The first image appeared and she zoomed in. "Our eyes weren't shut!" she exclaimed to Jesse who was chewing on a piece of his chicken sandwich. He held out his hand for the phone and he took in the photo. They looked happy and not at all as tired as they felt. Beca looked small up to Jesse, his large arm almost swallowing her in his embrace. He flicked to the other picture and grinned at the perfectly timed photo.

Beca's eyes were sparkling like the diamond on her neck as she was caught mid-laugh, her smile lopsided and goofy. He had an amused smile on his face as his fingers worked on tickling her, his eyes bright. It was easily his favourite picture of the two of them and he made a mental note to send it to himself later on.

Beca stole a glance at Jesse who flicked between the two photos. The sunshine streaming through the window illuminated the lighter brown tips of his messy hair and he looked gorgeous in his big, cuddly blue hoodie that she loved to hide from him and wear herself. She was suddenly overcome with a feeling of warmth that burned deep in her belly and she took a sip of her vanilla milkshake, hoping it would extinguish whatever he had lit inside her.

God, she was in love with that weirdo.

A/N: So the wedding is now over which means that the rest of the chapters are kind of...eh. Next up is a little bit of Chloe and Beca and then there's one more after that which is Beca giving something back to Jesse. Hope you're all enjoying this and as always any reviews, favourites and follows count as secret Jeca kisses we knew they had but weren't in PP2 ) Thanks for reading!