AN: For the stranger try thinking of Aubrey Plaza face. I was talking with my friend abt how much I related to her character in Mike and Dave need wedding dates and I ended up imagining her while writing.

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"Bec will be out in a minute." Jesse stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Everything has been heightened with her. She didn't really mean to be rude," he said to Beca's mother, who was sitting on the couch next to her ex-husband.

"Hormones, you know?" he added when they didn't say anything back.

"When is she due?" Dr. Mitchell asked.

Jesse was about to answer him when Beca unlocked the door.

"April 29th," she answered her father then tilted her head to look at her mother.

"I'm sorry I blew up in your face, mom," she apologized and lowered her head.

"We know you can't help it," her father said as he looked at his ex-wife, silently asking her to say something. Nicole sighed and stood up then made her way to her daughter.

"It's okay, Bec," she said and reached to rub Beca's arm. "And I do think you can raise your baby, but this clearly unplanned pregnancy could affect your relationship—"

"—our relationship is fine," Beca interrupted her.

"All right, then why was your boyfriend sleeping in the guest room?"

"Apparently, I snore a little too loudly," Jesse said pretending to be annoyed.

"Jesse you sound like a tractor getting jump-started over and over again!"

"I made an appointment to fix, didn't I?" he asked as he took her hand and pulled her to him.

Jesse had been busy with work while also making sure Beca is okay. He was too tired and his schedule didn't allow him to go see a doctor anytime sooner.

"What if it can't be fixed?" she sighed.

"Then you'll have to compromise and wear earplugs," he smiled looking down at her then looked up at her mother. "Ma'am, I understand you worrying about this situation as a whole," he paused. "Yes, this pregnancy wasn't planned, but Bec and I are adults and we're fully capable of raising a child."

"And we're planning on getting married after the baby is born," Beca blurt out. "So, don't worry, 'cause Jesse's stuck with me."

"Willingly," Jesse chimed in because Beca made it sound like she was forcing him to stay.

"Okay, this is enough," Dr. Mitchell got up. "You don't need to explain yourselves," he paused when Nicole tilted her head and glared at him.

"What? Jesse already has a daughter, he knows what awaits," he shrugged.

Jesse nodded affirming.

"And you heard them; they are adults. You should just be happy you're going to become a grandmother and let them be." He rubbed his hands together hoping his tone wouldn't angry his ex-wife. "It's bad enough that we showed up without calling first," he added.

"I get it, mom," Beca started to say watching her mother rub her forehead. "I'm the last person that should be allowed to repopulate, honestly I'm counting on maternal instinct and this guy," she gestured at Jesse, "to keep me from screwing up."

"What about post-partum depression?" her mother asked.

"Jesus Christ, Nicole!" Dr. Mitchell exclaimed. "Have a little faith in her."

"No, dad, it's fine," Beca shrugged. "I honestly got used to this," she paused feeling a lump in her throat and cursing her fucking hormones for pushing her to tears. "I get your worries," she sniffed. "But I won't neglected my family because of my career." She wanted to add, 'like you did,' but felt that it would be too harsh.

Jesse could feel her tensing up with every word because she was gripping his hand really hard. He tried to calm her down a bit by rubbing his thumb against her knuckles but when she started shaking so he decided to interrupt.

"Okay," he started to say as he removed his hand from hers and saw the venerability in Beca's eyes when she looked up. "I respect you, ma'am, and I'd very much appreciate if you respected us and stopped thinking so little of Beca." He threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him.

"If you think you could do that then I'd like to invite you and Dr. Mitchell to stay for lunch," he paused because he didn't want to tell her to leave if she wouldn't do what he asked her to do.

"I'm sorry," she sighed.

Jesse tried not to let her see how surprised he was. Over the years, he had known her he had never heard her apologize to Beca.

"It's fine," Beca quietly said accepting her mother's apologize while wiping her cheeks. Jesse pushed her gently towards her mother and watched them hug.

"Congrats, Bec," Nicole said while patting her daughter's back.

"Thanks," Beca gave her a weak smile, pulling away.

"You too, Jesse," she looked up at him. "Congratulations." She reached over and gave him half a hug.

"Are you showing yet?" She curiously asked turning to Beca.

"I'm not sure." Beca pulled up her t-shirt. "Jesse says it looks different." She looked down at her belly. "The doctor said not to worry and that I'll blow up eventually."

"Beca, how bad has the morning sickness been?"

"Terrible for a few days then I got vitamins," she shared with her mother after a sigh.

Jesse looked at the mother and daughter then glanced at Dr. Mitchell who nodded at the kitchen once he met his gaze.

Jesse curtly nodded and started making his way there.

"Everything all right?" Jesse asked as he grabbed an apple from the counter.

"Yeah," Dr. Mitchell nodded. "I just wanted to talk to you privately if you don't mind."

"Yeah, sure," Jesse said then took a bite from the apple.

"Are you ready for marriage again?" Dr. Mitchell asked.

"Yes," Jesse swallowed.

"— 'Cause if you're not ready to jump back into marriage don't drag Beca into it." He paused. "I know that the fact that you're expecting makes marriage the most obvious thing to do but it actually isn't. Trust me."

It took Jesse second before it hit him. "Wait, was Beca the reason you and Nicole got married?" he asked.

"No," Dr. Mitchell answered after a beat. "Not Beca," he sighed. "We didn't have Beca until a couple of years into our marriage."

Jesse nodded slowly then bit into the apple.

"But you're not completely wrong; we did get married because of an unplanned pregnancy. We lost the baby—I loved Beca's mother but neither one of us was ready for marriage."

"Does Bec know?" Jesse asked."

"No," Dr. Mitchel shook his head. "It's always been a touchy subject for Nicole; it never came up." He paused. "It's not your story to tell."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand. I won't tell Becs," Jesse assured him.

The way Beca's mother reacted to her daughter's unplanned pregnancy made sense to him when Dr. Mitchell gave him some perspective. She simply didn't want her daughter to make the same mistake as her by getting married just for the baby.

"Won't tell me what?" Beca asked catching the last thing he said.

"That I interrogated him so that you don't get mad at me," her father answered for Jesse. "Now you do know. Don't get mad at me."

Beca looked behind him and at Jesse. He grinned meeting her gaze.

"Okay," she hesitantly said. "I came to ask you what you wanna have for lunch. If you would have told me that you're coming over I would have made a reservation at some restaurant or even cooked."

"Your mom only agreed to wait until the weekend when I promised that I wouldn't contact you."

"Hey, Becs, where's Sam?" Jesse changed the subject, noticing the absence of his 6-year-old daughter.

"Doug came and picked her up earlier." She sighed when frowned. "You know, he's taking her watch the Yankees," she reminded him.

"Yeah right," he nodded. He was a dodgers fan but Doug, his ex-wife's husband, loved the Yankees and Sam seemed to like them too. "When did he say he'll bring her back?"

"Depends on traffic, but they went to watch the morning training." She shrugged. "So, what do you, guys, wanna eat?" she asked as she walked to microwave to get the takeout menus that were on top of it.

"Bec, I'll take care of lunch. Don't worry about it," Jesse told watching her grab the takeout menus. "You craving anything?" he asked as he reached for the menus and took them from her.

"No, not particularly," she shrugged, "but I know I could eat a horse."

Jesse chuckled then tilted his head to look at Dr. Mitchell whose phone rang.

"Excuse me, I have to take this," Dr. Mitchell said, picking up and turning on his heels and walked out of the kitchen.

The moment he was out of sight, Beca reached for Jesse's chin and tilted his head.

"What was dad talking to you about?" she asked.

"You know the good old, 'are you sure you want to get married'," he shrugged. "Hey, he's just making sure it's not a shotgun wedding and that we actually want to get married," he added when she frowned.

"Why would he say that?" she huffed, leaning against the counter, and crossed her arms across her chest. "Why is it so hard to believe that we'd actually want to get married?" she asked him.

Jesse shrugged, taking a bite from the apple he had in hand. "Well your dad didn't seem to buy it when I told him that I want this," he told her as he chewed.

"Shocker," she sighed and grabbed an apple herself. "If my parents didn't buy, I doubt yours would," she mumbled as she took a bite and eyed him.

"Nah, they'll be thrilled," he assured her. "What?" he asked when she kept looking at him as she slowly chewed.

"You got some peel between your teeth," she said nodding at him.

He sucked his teeth.

"Nope still there," she said once he showed her his teeth then leaned in so that she could remove the peel that was stuck. He playfully tried to bite her finger and made her laugh in the process.

"Asshole." She lightly slapped him.

Jesse smiled at her then reached over and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"This is the first time I heard you laugh in months," he told her. "Like, really laugh," he added as she rubbed her thumb against a dimple . He took it as a hint and leaned in.

She swallowed then looked away from him when they touched noses. He sighed and placed a peck on her cheek then pulled away. "I'm sorry," he apologized for misreading what she did.

The thing is, he was insanely attracted to her. He had always been attracted to her but the thought of her carrying their baby made her hotter in his eyes. Living under the same roof was harder than he thought. He was trying his best not to make her uncomfortable with an awkward boner when she'd wear low-cuts. And, he thought he was doing a good job at being respectful and keeping everything under control despite the fact that he was craving her badly.

He put craving her and craving alcohol under the same category to keep his shit together. And just like alcohol, once you take a sip and break your sobriety you find yourself wanting more. She kissed him when he dragged her to the bedroom after she lashed out at her mother and it messed with his self-control.

"Um, I'll take care of lunch. You should go join your parents," he said while rubbing the back of his neck.

She looked up while biting her bottom lip and made it harder for him to not pin her against the wall and have it his way with her right then and there so he grabbed some of the menus and busied himself with them, glancing up to watch her walk out of the kitchen.

It was 8:32 pm when Jesse glanced at his watch. It had been roughly three hours since Beca's parents left. He was thankful they didn't sleep over because doubted he could make it through the night while Beca slept next to him.

His daughter was sitting between them on the couch as they watched a movie together. It was kind of a tradition to watch a movie every Saturday night.

The choice for the night was The Incredibles; his daughter seemed to be enjoying it and Beca had zoned out and was just staring at the screen.

Jesse was waiting for the movie to end so that he could go lock himself in his room; the only way he thought he could avoid being in the same place as her until he figured out how he could regain his control.

"So, what did you think of the movie, Sammy?" Jesse asked once the credit started to roll.

"It's nice," she shrugged.

He expected more than that because it was the freaking Incredibles: the best superhero movie ever! Okay, mmayb not the best but it was more than nice.

"Great," he smiled at his daughter. "C'mon let's get you ready for bed." He grabbed the remote control and hit pause.

"I mean, you go get ready for bed, all by yourself because you're a big girl," he corrected himself seeing that she crossed her arms and didn't seem to appreciate what he said. "Go brush your teeth," he placed a kiss on her cheek then looked at Beca who had curled up and fell asleep.

"Okay," she said and hopped off of the couch.

Jesse lightly tapped Beca's shoulder. She hummed in her sleep; he thought she was up. "Bec, you fell asleep on the couch," he softly told her. She didn't acknowledge him so he figured he'd go tuck his daughter to bed then take Beca to bed.

He chuckled when his daughter ran passed him and hopped on her bed once he reached her bedroom.

"I'm good, daddy," she told his as she patted her covers after getting under them.

"I know," he nodded and walked to her bed, tugging the bed covers under the mattress. "Want a bedtime story?" he asked. Sam rapidity nodded.

After reading Sam a bedtime story, Jesse made his way to the couch. He picked Beca up bridal style and held her close to him, creepily breathing her before he put her on the bed. He made sure she was comfortable then walked out of the room.

He had no intention to sleep so he decided to shower and maybe work a little.

Jesse was walking out of the shower when he noticed that lights were on in Beca's room. He made his way to it and knocked on the barely opened door.

"Beca, is everything okay in there?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," she answered. "You can get in if you want."

He pushed the door open and peeked his head to see her wear her shoes.

"Got somewhere to be?" he wondered.

"I really want Kebab," she told him as she tied her shoelaces. "I was dreaming about it," she added.

"Why are you going out when you can order it?" he frowned, getting inside the room while drying his hair with a towel.

"It's a place I ate at a while back and we don't have their takeout menu," she explained looking up. She eyed him up and down then swallowed because the asshole looked fit and was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "And… I wanna go out," she said, tearing her eyes away from him.

"Wait, I'll come with you."

"And leave Sam all alone?" she arched an eyebrow, looking back at him. He opened his mouth to say something then stopped.

"It's fine. I can get it myself." She got up.

"Bec, I know you can, but—"

"—Jesse, I'm pregnant not paralyzed," she cut him off.

"Not that... It's just that it's late and cold out," he paused. He was being an overprotective little bitch and he couldn't help it; she's pregnant with his baby and if he could he wouldn't let her go anywhere without him around to punch any potential threat.

"It's not like I'm going to be walking around in dark alleys," she shrugged and wore her leather jacket. "Want me to get you anything?" she asked as she grabbed a credit card from her wallet and stuffed in her pocket along with her keys.

Jesse shook his head.

"Text or call me if you need anything," she said and grabbed her phone.

"Okay," he curtly answered and stepped out of the room to let her through.

40 minutes later.

Jesse was looking at his phone he had been looking at it for a while. He was waiting until a reasonable amount of time passed before he texted her. He tapped on his messaging up.

Jesse 9:50 PM

'Make sure the meat isn't undercooked, Becs.'

Jesse 9:51 PM

'It can cause a food poising and hurt the baby.'

Beca 9:52 PM

'I know. Don't worry.'

Jesse locked his phone and grabbed the music sheet he was supposed to be working on. He waited for exactly 24 minutes before texting her again after finding a reason to text her.

Jesse 10:16 PM

'Bec, you think you could make a stop at a pharmacy and buy a hand sanitizer? There's a 24 hour one on 19th Street and 7th Avenue.'

He remembered the pharmacy he once bought her vitamins and painkillers from, it wasn't far from their apartment i.e it was perfect.

Beca 10:18 PM

'Okay.'

Beca 10:19 PM

'Anything else?'

Jesse 10:19 PM

'Drive safe.'

Jesse put his phone aside begged himself to focus on work.

An hour later, Jesse started to worry. He began passing back and forth debating whether or not to text Beca.

She's a grown woman and could take care of herself and he had already texted her twice. He knew he would piss her off if he contacted her again and she turned out to be fine.

He ran to the coffee table when his phone rang and picked up. "Where are you!" he practically yelled over the phone. "You should have gotten home a while ago!"

"Jesse, calm down," she answered in a low voice. "I'm fine. Stop freaking freaking out."

"Where are you?" he asked again.

"I'm at the hospital."

"What?!" he shrieked.

"Jesus, Jesse, my eardrum can't handle this. Stop yelling!" she raised her voice a little.

"Sorry," he apologized and took a deep breath.

"I found some passed out chick near the pharmacy and I couldn't leave her. She had an alcohol poisoning. I'm sorry I couldn't call you sooner. I was busy."

"Is she okay now?" he asked in a calmer voice.

"Yeah. I'm just gonna make sure she can pay or she has anyone that could come pick her up."

"Look at you helping drunk strangers," he said in a lighter tone when he relaxed.

"Yeah, I never thought I'd ever do this. I guess, you can say you changed the selfish cynical asshole in me a little," she told him thinking back on the way they met: He was helping a passed out drunk girl at the toilet at the nightclub she DJ'd at and she ended up giving him a ride.

"Just a little."

"Shut up," she chuckled.

"Hey, Bec is the woman a Latina with a small gap between her teeth?"

"Yes," she replied slowly. "How did you guess?" she asked.

"I think I met her in front of the pharmacy the day you got your first ultrasound. She lives on the same street, um," he paused, trying really hard to remember where she told him she lived. "The apartment complex down the street, the gray building."

"Jess, I had my first ultrasound 6 weeks ago, how the hell do you still remember this?" she asked.

"I have a good memory," he shrugged. He really did have a good memory but it was more than that. He had actually thought about the hungover stranger who had broken her sobriety.

"Well, I'm gonna go see her now."

"Okay, keep me updated, please. And be careful."

"I will."

Jesse ran his fingers through his hair after she hung up. He felt better that he talked to her.

At the same time, Beca was making her way to the stranger's room. She knocked on the door.

"Hey," Beca awkwardly waved.

"Do I know you?" the woman asked as she slipped on her jeans.

"Nope," Beca shook her head.

"Oh you're the one that brought me in," she said in realization. "Thanks, I appreciate the fact that you didn't take a kidney or something," she casually added.

"Yeah, no problem," Beca chuckled in spite of herself at the laid-back attitude of the stranger. "I'm Beca, by the way."

"Christina," she introduced herself after she wore her sweater. "Can I interest you in a drink? Nothing fancy, though."

"You had an alcohol poisoning, you sure alcohol is what you should be drinking?" Beca frowned.

"The drink is for you as a thank you for what you did. Of course, I'm gonna lay back on alcohol for a while."

"Thanks but I can't drink," Beca clicked her tongue.

"For long have you been sober?" she asked as wore her combat boots.

"A couple of months now," Beca blew a breath.

"You're still green. Good luck!"

"Oh god, no, I don't have a drinking problem. I'm pregnant," Beca told her.

Christina grimaced, "my bad."

"It's okay," Beca shrugged.

"Okay then, is there another way I can thank you with?" Christina asked.

"Dude, you don't owe me anything. I just wanted to make sure you're good before I leave."

Christina arched her eyes in surprise.

"Though, I have a question," Beca said as she pulled her phone.

"Sure," she nodded.

"Did you happen to meet this guy in front of a pharmacy a while back?" Beca asked while holding her phone Christina's way, showing her a picture of Jesse.

"Yeah, it's Chimichanga guy," she said then looked at Beca. "Your boyfriend?" she guessed, grabbing her bag.

Beca shook her head. She didn't feel like explaining her situation to a total stranger.

"Okay." Christina wore her jacket. "Thanks again, you're good peeps." She patted Beca's shoulder and walked past her.

"Isn't anyone going to come pick you up?" Beca asked, following her.

"Nope," Christina said.

"You're on my way back home, I can give you a ride back," Beca told her.

"How— Chimichanga told you," she nodded to herself.

"Why are you calling him that?" Beca asked.

"He told me bought chimichangas from the drugstore when I asked him what he had in the bag."

"That sounds like Jesse," Beca nodded.

"Chimichanga has a name, nice." Christina started looking through her bag then pulled a credit card.

"So, do you want the ride or not?" Beca asked.

"Yeah," Christina nodded.