Two weeks later.

"This is the last box," Beca said, handing Jesse the last moving box when she entered her new one-bedroom apartment. She closed the door and took a look around. "This is gonna take a lot of time," she placed a hand on her hip, eyeing the moving boxes that were everywhere in her small apartment.

"So, why don't you get cracking already?" he asked as he opened the box to find tableware in it.

"I'm taking a break," she got down on the floor and sat Indian style, throwing her head back to check Jesse's ass out when he bent down to pick up the box with the intention of taking it to her kitchenette.

"You'll rest when we're done. Stop ogling and get to work," he threw an empty box at her. She narrowed her eyes at him after successfully dodging the box.

"Look, even your daughter is tired," Beca nodded at Sam who sat down next to her, trying to imitate how Beca was sitting.

"She's a 1 year and a half old toddler, you're a 28-year-old grown woman. Get up, woman," he kicked an empty box her way which she didn't dodge.

"Ow," she exclaimed, exaggerating the pain as she rubbed her arm. "Dude, you can't just hit me with boxes!"

"You'll live," he replied, walking past her, patting her cheek. "Get back to work," he said over his shoulders as he made his way to the kitchenette.

She threw her head back and rotated her neck and sat up when Sam got up and rubbed her arm.

"Owie," Sam frowned when Beca looked at her questioningly.

"I was joking. It doesn't hurt," Beca smiled at her.

"No owie?"

"No owie," Beca grinned watching Sam grin.

"Beca I can see you still sitting," Jesse said in sing-song from the kitchenette.

Beca sighed getting up. She unlocked her phone and read the text, which was from Jesse, that read: 'Sammy's bedtime is 8:30. Get to work so that we can finish quickly and I'll make sure you go to bed by then too. ;)'

She chuckled before replying: 'Even if we do finish unpacking soon, how are we gonna have sex with your AWAKE daughter in the apartment, smartass?'

'Even heard of The cartoon network?'

She stuffed her phone in her pocket then looked at Sam. "Sammy can you help me put these over there?" Beca grabbed a couple of Vinyls from a box and walked to a bookshelf then put them on the lowest shelf.

"Yes," Sam furiously nodded and grabbed some Vinyls.

"Thank you," Beca thanked her, stroking her cheek before she made her way to the kitchenette.

"We won't ever have sex while your daughter watches cartoons," she said in a low voice as she rested her elbows on the counter in the kitchenette.

"Well, we haven't had time for each other in exactly 4 days," he turned around. "And, I want to keep my cute girlfriend satisfied and happy," he grinned at her when she rolled her eyes at the word cute.

"Yeah, no sex while your daughter is up. It's weird, dude," she shrugged.

"Well, tomorrow you have a work dinner and I'm working at the bar," he ran his fingers through his hair, stopping to clench it when he turned thoughtful.

"Next day you're working and the night after it as well," she said.

"Shit, we won't have each other until Sunday. SUNDAY. That's three days from now and a week from the last time we had each other!"

"You can spend the night over," she suggested. "I don't mind Sam sleeping over. We'll take the couch—my couch is comfortable enough—we did have sex on it before," she straightened up. "Run it by Sandra, though, since she doesn't really like me," she drummed her fingers lightly on the counter. "She might not be cool with it."

He nodded in agreement and picked up his phone and tapped on his messaging up.

"I've just texted her," he looked up.

"Tell me when she gets back at you," Beca said over her shoulders as she went back to the living area.

"This is great, Sam," Beca walked over to the shelf where Sam was placing Vinyls like she had shown her. "Great job, kiddo" she picked up some herself and started to place them as well.

"Bec, we're spending the night on your couch," Jesse said from the kitchen after almost five minutes of working in silence.

"Cool," she replied.

"Hey, Bec," Jesse said walking into her bedroom.

"Yeah?" she answered over her shoulders, folding her clothes and placing them in her closet.

"Sammy dozed off," he informed her.

"It's 8:30 already?" she wondered in surprise.

"No, she's just tired. She dozed off on the couch while I was washing the plates we ate in."

"Well, bring her here. I can finish this tomorrow," she gestured at her clothes.

He smiled at her and stepped out of the bedroom, walking back less than a minute later with his daughter in his arms.

"When did you change Sam into her pajamas?"

"Right after dinner," he answered.

Jesse had gone to his apartment to feed Bender and pick up Sam's pajamas and got them dinner on his way back to Beca's apartment.

Beca turned off the lights and watched Jesse kiss his daughter's cheek as he tug her in before walking away.

"You're cool with me and Sam spending the night over, right?" Jesse asked as he pulled the door behind him.

"Dude, I suggested you sleep over," she reminded him, smiling when she felt his arms envelop her from behind.

"Thanks for helping out today,"she thanked him. "It would probably take me like a week if I were doing it by myself."

"I know," he kissed her cheek. "You have a tendency to half-ass everything you do when you don't want to do it," he pecked her cheek again. "I knew you'd need me to nag you until you get it done."

"You like that I need your help, don't you?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, thanks."

He made a sound of acknowledgment, burying his face in her neck, placing light kisses before finding her lips. He loosened his grip and she turned around and cupped his face while walking backward into the living area.

"How light is Sammy's sleep?" Beca asked pulling away to take off her t-shirt when he kept tugging it up.

"She won't hear us. Don't worry," he took off his t-shirt and tossed it on an empty box.

"Good," she pulled him to her and frowned when he stopped her from kissing him.

"With this pace we'll be done sooner than I intend," he took her hands and placed a kiss on each one of her hands.

"I can't stay up late, Jesse."

Jesse sighed and glanced at his watch. "It's quarter to 8 now. You cool going to bed around 11?"

"10," she grimaced.

"10:30?"

"Fine," she sighed, letting Jesse guide her to the couch.

"Whatever energy drink you're on, I want it," Beca breathlessly said, collapsing on top of Jesse.

"No need for any kind of energy drink when I got Love, yearning, longing, passion, desire-"

"-I get it, you can shut up," she interrupted after getting some oxygen in her lungs.

"I'm gonna get a glass of water," she got up after they got in a comfortable silence while they recovered from their orgasms.

"Want anything?" she grabbed his t-shirt and wore it, in case they woke Sam up.

"Your fridge is empty," he reminded her.

"Yeah, right," she shook her head and made her way to the kitchenette.

"What are you watching?" she asked, making her way back to the living area.

"I'm just looking around," he shrugged, making space for her when she climbed next to him.

He placed a kiss on her cheek. She moaned when he moved to her neck and began to nibble it, taking off his t-shirt when he tugged it up and throwing it over the couch. He cupped her cheek when she tilted her head and pulled her into a kiss that she ended when she pulled away to yawn.

"Sorry," she apologized, rubbing her eyes, before reaching for the coffee table and grabbing her phone to check the time.

"It's not even 10 yet," she yawned again.

"You should get some sleep," he shifted in a way he was spooning her as they laid on the couch. He placed a kiss on her cheek pulling the duvet to them. She hummed in agreement and snuggled up to him.

"Shouldn't we get dressed in case Sam gets up before we do?" she asked sleepily.

"Nah," he replied, resting his cheek on her head.

"Hey, Jesse," Beca spoke softly.

"Yes," he answered, tearing his eyes away from the TV.

She turned to face him then asked, "we haven't talked about Sandra and your baby yet, wanna talk now?"

"No," he ran his fingers through her hair, "not now," he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Jesse, she's keeping it. We need to talk because, if I remember correctly, you don't want her to keep it."

"Well, you're tired. We'll talk later," he leaned in and pecked her lips.

"I won't see you until Sunday," she sat up, holding the duvet close to her, "we're talking now," she yawned.

He sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes before he threw his arm over the couch. "I don't want it," he shrugged. "I'm not gonna lie. I could do without another kid, for now. At least with Sam we were still together when she was conceived but this time around I was too drunk to put a fucking condom on," he ran a hand over his face. "But, what is done is done. He or she is mine and I will be there for my kid."

"Jesse, you shouldn't place all the blame on yourself," Beca said when he went quiet. "It was the two of you. She was sober. She should have known better than to hook up with her ex, not any ex, her ex-husband who she has a kid with. I mean, the only thing that could come outta sleeping with an ex is awkwardness. Believe me, I've been burned..." she trailed off and bit her lip when he looked up and held her gaze.

"Cris is married," he said, recalling an ex-boyfriend of hers."I don't know any other ex of us except for Luke," he narrowed his eyes. "You slept with Luke, didn't you?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted to having hooked up with Luke who she had dated for a month before realizing she had developed romantic feelings for Jesse. "A bunch of times," she added when he kept looking at her.

"A bunch? How many times is that?"

"Why are we talking about this? We're talking about you and how you're feeling."

"No, I wanna know about Luke."

"I was drunk half of the time," she shrugged. "Can we not talk about this?"

"Beca, I'm friends with Luke. We kept in touch. I wanna know how many times my friend had screwed my girlfriend."

"You kept in touch?" she arched an eyebrow. "He never said anything about you."

"Just give me a figure," he shut his eyes.

She grimaced knowing that he'd go bananas if he knew that she ended up in Luke's bed more often that she should have.

"Like 5 times," she lied. "He stopped letting me use him when he started seeing someone exclusively like three to four months ago," she informed him truthfully.

He sucked in a breath then nodded. "I can live knowing that you sexually used my nemesis a bunch of times."

"Can we go back to the reason I'm not sleeping?"

"Beca, she's keeping it. Do I want it? Not really. Will I love it to death and be as great of a parent to it as I can be? Yes. 100 times yes."

Beca eyed him for a while then laid down, giving him her back. "I'm gonna get hell from mom for dating you," she sighed, letting him envelop her from behind.

"Why?" he frowned.

"You're a divorced parent of a year and a half old kid and are expecting another one with the same woman who is your ex-wife," she yawned.

"Well... you could do worse," he shrugged, looking at the TV screen.

"I think you're great. I don't care about what mom or anyone else thinks of you."

"I take that your mother doesn't know you're seeing someone?"

"I'm telling her next week since she's visiting. Your parents know about us?"

"Yeah. Mom was like 'I knew something was going on with your roommate'—Am I meeting your mom next week?"

"If you want to," she shrugged. "Hey, you didn't tell your mother about our accidental hookups from back when he we were roommates, did you?" she sleepily asked.

"Yes, I wanna meet your mother. And no, I didn't tell her."

"Good, 'cause I wanna still be able to look her in the eyes..." she trailed off. Jesse pulled away just enough so that he could see her face then smiled seeing that she had fallen asleep.

Beca frowned waking up to the taste of someone else's saliva. She blinked a couple of times before realizing that Jesse was literally drooling over her. She could feel his morning wood against her back. She reached for her phone to check the time and internally cried when she saw that it was 5:45 am, 15 minutes before she had set her alarm. She slowly removed herself from Jesse's hold, grimacing when she wiped his drool from her face. She stretched her arms yawning then looked down at Jesse, envying him for the fact that he doesn't start work until 1 pm. Beca wore her clothes back in case Sam wakes up then made her way to her bedroom. She picked her clothes for the day then headed to the en-suite bathroom to shower.

"Morning, Jesse," she said when she saw Jesse get into the bathroom and close the door behind him.

"Good morning—I need to pee," he answered in a low voice, matching hers.

Flushing the toilet, he turned to the sink and grabbed her toothpaste and squeezed a small amount of paste on his index, using it instead of a toothbrush. He just wanted to get rid of his morning breath before joining Beca under the shower. He breathed heavily, drawing the shower curtains.

"What are you doing?" she asked, watching him take off his boxers and get under the shower.

"I'm gonna shower with you. And fool around with you if you'd like to," he answered. She stepped back and narrowed her eyes at him.

"What? You said you wouldn't have sex if she's up. Sam is still asleep. I checked." Jesse said.

"Yeah, a few feet away."

"Fine. No fooling around."

Watching her sigh, he grinned. "What d'you say I give you a neck massage?" he asked, resting his hands on her shoulders.

"Ha. To turn me on? Nice try, smartass," she shook her head, reaching for her shampoo bottle, grinning to herself when she heard him groan. "On a serious note, though, I can't take long in the shower. I'll be late for work," she squeezed some shampoo into her palm before rubbing her hands together and applying it on her hair. Jesse rested his hands on hers and smiled, nodding for her to let him lather up the shampoo on her hair. She squeezed some shampoo into her palm and tiptoed to wash his hair for him.

"When are you getting a haircut?" Beca asked, watching Jesse's hair fall on his eyes when he stood under the shower to rinse it.

"It's getting too long, huh?" he ran his fingers through his hair to get out of his eyes.

"Yes. I got used to you with a short hair."

"I'll drop by a barber and shave."

"Don't shave this, though," she scratched his stubble. "You look hotter with stubble," she playfully slapped him.

"Okay," Jesse grinned, stepping back and letting her get under the shower.

Beca closed her her eyes and let him rinse her hair for her.

AN: Thank you all for reading. Suggestions are welcomed very much, unless they might affect the outline of the story. Also, I figured out how I want to end this because starting this story I just had some ideas and didn't know where they would lead me.