AN: Hello people of the internet. I'm uploading this on 05/13/2016 AND IT IS FRIDAY THE 13TH. Also, you should probably be studying for exams unless you're taking a break. Anyway, thanks for passing by. It'd be cool if you leave a review.

Until next time. Peace out.

It had been a while since Beca had woken up on her own. And it felt amazing. She knew it had something to do with the pot brownie she ate the night before because she was going through what some called 'Weed Hangover', which is basically feeling relaxed and lazy and wanting to go back to sleep even though you've slept for more than enough hours while others would just say you're still high.

In her fetal position, she glanced up at the nightstand, yawning when she saw that it was 11:41 am. She closed her eyes, deciding she could sleep until noon. She had no idea where Jesse was. And right then she couldn't care less because going back to sleep and finishing her weird dream—that involved penguins and polar bears—was all she cared about.

She was slowly drifting back to sleep when she heard a distant voice calling her name.

"Beca... Bec, get up," Jesse said.

She pulled the covers over her head, ignoring him.

"Beca," he clapped his hands.

Nothing.

"Bec. Becaaaw. Rebeca."

She frowned when he sat on the bed.

"Babe, you've been out for like 10 hours. Get up," he shook her gently.

"No," she replied in a barely audible voice.

"Oh, you're getting up," he disagreed, pulling the covers and chuckling when she groaned. "Hi," he grinned at her when looked at him sleepily.

"If you still want to have a pair of testicles I recommend you leave me alone," she pulled the covers, wrapping herself in them until she looked like a human burrito. "because I will not hesitate to rip them off," she yawned.

"I'm willing to risk that," he said in amusement as he grabbed the covers and pulled them away. "You have to get up and function."

"Fine," she sat up and forcefully kicked the covers, "I'll go my hotel room and sleep there," she murmured as she sleepily took off his t-shirt and reached for her shirt.

"What did you just say?" Jesse frowned not getting any of what she was saying.

He shrugged when she didn't answer and watched her as she struggled to stay put while slipping her jeans on.

"Bec?" he called.

"What?" she looked at him.

"Your shirt is inside out," he pointed out. "And, you forgot to wear your bra," he got up and picked up then handed it to her.

Jesse stepped back and eyed her. To him, she looked adorable as she cursed under her breath while taking off her shirt and reaching for her bra.

"Want some help?" he asked and didn't wait for an answer. He hooked her bra then rested his hands on her waist before he placed a kiss on her cheek. Sighing, he reached for her fly and zipped it before buttoning her pants.

"Go brush your teeth: I made breakfast," he placed another kiss on her cheek.

"I don't wanna have breakfast, I wanna sleep."

"Bec, you're still high," he spun her around to face him, "you need to sober up."

"Why? It's the fucking weekend, Jesse," she rested her head against his chest.

"You told me you're planning on listening to the producers' work in your department," he reminded her.

"Yeah, that," she nodded then sighed, pulling away and heading to the bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth.

"Bec, I got you a toothbrush," he informed her.

"Found it," she answered picking the new toothbrush up.

After breakfast at noon, Beca started to sober up.

"You feeling better?" Jesse asked as he washed the mug she drank coffee in.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm sorry for sleeping in."

"Don't be ridiculous Becs," he glanced at her and watched her as she finally decided to button up her shirt.—it was distracting him. "It's fine, and you did eat an entire pot brownie."

"You might have plans for the day," she shrugged.

"I do, but not anytime soon," he made his way to her. "I got a job interview for bartending," he informed her.

"Bartending?"

"Yep. Last night, when we joined your co-workers at that new bar the bartender there told me about the job vacancy," he pulled the flyer ad.

"You know how to bartend?" she asked, reading the flyer.

"Yeah. I worked as a bartender for a while in my early 20s."

"You know how to make freaking cocktails and all?" she arched an eyebrow, looking up. He nodded.

"It's been a while, though."

"Why didn't you tell me about your bartending days?"

"It never came up," he shrugged.

"Nice. Does this mean I'm gonna get free drinks when I'm there and it's your shift?" she asked and watched him try to see if she was joking: she kept a neutral expression.

"Uh... I don't think that—"

"I'm kidding, relax," she leaned up and pecked his lips. "I should get going," she tucked her shirt in her pants.

"Already?"

"Yeah," she looked up. "I have a lot of songs to listen to. And, I'm currently in a good enough mood to listen to hours of songs and work."

"I can help out with that, you know," he said as he played with the hem of her shirt.

"With work? Nah, I got it. I need to listen to them myself. I mean the whole point of this is to understand the producers style so that I'd know who to pick to work on songs," she placed a hand on his chest. "Thanks for offering, though," she patted his chest and watched him lean in.

"That wasn't what I meant," he said into her ear.

"Oh, yeah?"

He rested his hands on her waist then sighed. "Yeah, but you wanna leave so I won't keep you," he said and placed a kiss on the sweet spot on her neck then pulled away.

"I could use a mood booster," she wrapped her arms around his neck then leaned up, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Jesse walked backward then helped her wrap her legs around his waist. Beca pulled away breathlessly and titled her head to look at Bender who was barking at them.

"How much d'you wanna bet that if you go play with him and ignore me he'll stop barking?" she asked.

"I think should do something about his jealousy from you," Jesse said, putting her down. "C'mere boy," he called his dog.

"You think?" she scoffed watching Bender happily make his way to Jesse. "Let me know when you're done calming your big baby," she said over her shoulders as she made her way to his bedroom.

"Listen up Bender, daddy's gotta go. Don't be a little bitch and tear our ears off. I can't have neighbors complaining," Jesse said in a funny voice while he patted his head before he placed a kiss on it. "Good boy," he straightened up when Bender calmed down.

Jesse made his way to his bedroom and found Beca unbuttoning her shirt.

"Please, let me do the honor of taking your clothes off," he said closing the door.

"That was fast," she arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he quickly took off his t-shirt then kicked off his converse. "C'mere," he paced to her and held her up then laid her down on the bed before crushing his lips against hers.

"God, I've missed you," he mumbled between kisses.

"I spent the night with you, dork," she chuckled.

"Not like this," he unzipped her pants and helped her take them off.

"You are the one who didn't want to have sex last night," she reminded him.

"I had to see if I could resist you," he pulled away. "Plus, rules are rules, baby."

"Weirdo," she chuckled and pulled him down to her.

"When is your job interview?" she asked as drew lazy trails on his bare chest.

"4 pm," he informed her.

"And why aren't you preparing for it?" she wondered after glancing at the time and seeing that it was 1:54 pm.

"Bec, it's an interview for a bartending job, there's no actual preparation," he placed a kiss on her hair.

"Shouldn't you, like, practice on perfecting your mad bartending skills?" she questioned, her words dripping with sarcasm.

"I'll improvise," he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

"Like make them cocktails?" she looked up.

"If they asked then yeah," he nodded then grinned eyeing her.

"What?" she asked noting his grin.

"Gosh, you're cute," he leaned in and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Take back what you just said, Swanson."

"No. You're extremely cute. And, you need to acknowledge that you are," he tapped her nose.

"You're delusional," she shrugged and laid back, resting her head on his chest while running her finger over his chest.

"You have the cutest grin ever—a grin that you rarely let anyone see. I've never seen any woman look cuter than you in a sundress—also something you rarely let others see... What's up with that?"

"I'm not cute," she said ignoring his question then pressed herself against his chest before she crossed her arms.

"See, this scowl right here," he gestured at her face, "is cute," he grinned widely when she rolled her eyes.

"You got a cuteness overload thing going on, Becs," he wrapped her in his arms then leaned in and kissed her, moaning when she licked his button lip and climbed on top of him.

"I'm gonna show you how cute I am, not," she pulled away to catch her breath.

"You can't—" he didn't get to finish his sentence: she pressed her lips against his, cutting him off.

Beca was in her hotel room, had been for a long time. She was starting to get a grip on how the record producers in her department worked, their musical styles, their strengths, and weaknesses . She had listened to more than 4 hours of songs and was eyeing the notes she took while listening when she heard her phone ring, she picked up instantly when she saw who was calling her.

"Hey, nerd."

"Hi."

"How did your job interview go?" she asked and heard him exhale loudly.

"I got the job."

"Well, hide your joy," she joked noting the grimness in his voice.

"Bec, I need you. Can I come over?"

"Yeah, sure," she frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I'll tell you when I get there."

"Okay—" she couldn't finish her sentence when he hung up on her.

She went back to her notes and worked until he arrived. After letting him come up, she collected the notes that were all over her bed and placed them along with her laptop on the nightstand.

Unlocking the door, she found a very anxious Jesse waiting.

"Hey," he stepped into the room.

"Hey yourself," she closed the door. "What's up, Jesse?" she watched him take a seat on the bed.

"Sandra is pregnant," he informed her as he fixated his gaze on the floor. She took a seat next to him and waited for elaboration.

"She said it's mine," he looked up from the floor and tilted his head to look at her.

"Wha—" she had to take a moment to process what he had told her. Clearing her throat, she asked, "when did this happen?"

"According to her, it happened, like, a month before you moved here," he sighed, shifting his attention to his shoes. "And, I have no actual memory of it."

"Then how do you know she's telling the truth?"

"She wouldn't lie to me," he shook his head. "I know her."

Beca placed a hand on his back, rubbing it. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to know how it happened but also didn't want to ask.

"The thing is, I remember her coming over to pick Sammy up but I thought it was a dream," he paused to bury his face in his hands.

"Hold on a second, a dream?"

"Yeah," he nodded, looking up. "Sometimes, I dream about you... Sandra did mention the fact that I kept calling your name," he shrugged. "I don't remember the actual dream but I think in that dream/ hallucination I thought it was you who was at the door. I was pretty drunk," he cleared his throat.

"It's okay," she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him to her.

"Sandra didn't bring it up because she thought I was pretending it didn't happen. If she had spent the night over I would have figured it out but she didn't," he said into her neck.

"Why did you get hammered enough to not see the line between dreams and reality?" she asked.

"I was moping around, Beca."

She didn't need to hear further elaboration because she knew what he was talking about. Sometimes when the pain of missing him was a lot to handle she would get drunk, watch movies, occasionally call him, and cry herself to sleep.

"Is she going to keep it?" Beca asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Am I a bad person for wanting her to not to?" he looked up.

"No," she wiped the tears he was blinking back. "You're not a bad person," she tightened her hold and placed a kiss on his head.

"I love Sammy but being a parent is hard. I'm really trying to be as good as I can but I don't know if I can take care of two kids as a divorced parent."

"Jesse you're a kickass dad," she cupped his face. "You're fucking great at parenting. Sam is fine. Trust me I know a fucked up kid when I see one; I was one. And, if Sandra keeps your baby you are going to be a wonderful dad to it. Do not ever doubt that, okay?" she leaned in and pecked his lips when he nodded.

Pulling away, Beca climbed on the bed and Jesse kicked his shoes and followed her.

"Thanks for not freaking out," he rested his head on her chest and throw an arm around her waist.

"Why would I freak out?" she started to stroke his hair.

"Because I knocked up my ex-wife?"

"I would have freaked out if it happened while we're dating," she shrugged.

"Are we now dating?" he looked up.

"Jesse Swanson, would you like to be my boyfriend?" she asked after a beat.

"God, yes," he sat up and hugged her.

"How's Sandra taking all this?" Beca asked when he rested his head in the crook of her neck.

"She has no idea what she wants to do."

"You didn't tell her that you want her to have an abortion, did you?"

"Of course not," he said into her hair. "It's her choice, I'm gonna roll with whatever she decides," he sighed.

"Well, I'm here, Jesse," she rubbed his arm.

"Thanks," he placed a kiss on her neck.

"You got the job, huh?" she said changing the subject.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I told them that I'm a teacher and that I won't be able to work once the school year starts. The owner said that if I were good enough we could strike a deal and I keep on working there part-time."

"That's great."

"Yeah. I start tomorrow," he informed her.

"When's your day off?"

"Days actually," he sniffed. "I'm taking Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays off."

"The days you have Sam." He nodded at her words and laid down using her stomach as a pillow.

"I'll be working on weekends," he closed his eyes, feeling her gently scratch the back of his neck.

"Guess I'm gonna be spending the weekends there," she said.

"That'd be nice," he mumbled. She leaned forward and saw that he was dozing off and it was only 8:20 pm. She didn't know when he woke up but she was sure it was early. Adding the exhaustion their activities left him with and the big news' emotional impact on him, it made sense to her that he'd be tired.

"Jesse," she shook him gently.

"Sorry," he sat up, apologizing for falling asleep.

"You shouldn't sleep in jeans," she pointed out, reaching to turn the lights off.

He nodded and got up, quickly unbuckling his belt before kicking off his jeans and taking off his t-shirt.

"Good night," Beca placed a kiss on his cheek when laid back next to her.

"G'night," he pulled her to him, resting his cheek on her head as he drifted into a deep slumber.