"Hey, Bec," Jesse started to say as he took a seat on a stool in the kitchen, "Do you think I'd be a decent sponsor?"
"A what?" she asked, removing an earbud from her ear.
"A sponsor," he grabbed a strawberry from the plate near Beca. "Do you think I'd do a good job sponsoring an addict?" He threw the strawberry in his mouth.
"First off, those are mine." She picked the plate up and put it on the other side of the kitchen island.
"Second, where did you get this idea of sponsoring from?" she asked, taking off the second earbud and shifting her attention Jesse.
"That drunk woman you picked up last night," he paused.
"Christina is the reason behind this?"
"Yeah, kind of" he nodded.
"Well, I think you'd do great helping people," she shrugged while she dipped a strawberry in a Nutella jar.
"I wanna help her."
" I doubt she wants help," Beca mumbled bringing the strawberry to her mouth.
"That's why I want to help her," he excitingly told her.
"Buddy, not everyone thinks your persistence is cute." She patted his knee.
"Aww, Becs, you think it's cute," he said while pinching her cheek.
"I never said that." She pushed his hand away.
"You totally do," he disagreed, resting his elbow on the kitchen island and his cheek on his palm.
"So, how are you planning on making Christina want your help when you didn't even go through the 12 steps program yourself?" Beca asked, changing the subject.
"I didn't need any program because I had you… then I lost you…then learned the hard way that I can just rely on you to fix me."
"Wow, man, you should just write a book," she told him sarcastically to avoid any chance of him bringing up something from the past because it was history that she had learned to accept but knew he still felt guilty about some of the things he did.
"No, too early for my memoir, Bec," he said while drumming his fingers on the kitchen island.
"Who said anything about a memoir," she snorted dipping a couple of strawberries into the jar then throwing them into her mouth at the same time.
"I'm planning on writing an awesome memoir that will make its way into Hollywood when our kid or Sammy adapts it into a motion picture."
"You really embraced the whole dream big or go home concept, Jess." She hopped off of the stool while sucking her teeth.
"What, can't a man dream his child makes a movie about him?" he asked her.
"What makes you think that either one of your kids will turn out to be a filmmaker?"She opened the fridge and shook her head. "Jesse, I told you gazillion time not to put fucking bananas in the fridge. They go bad really fast when you keep them here," she said in annoyance while pulling them and a couple tomatoes out of the fridge.
"I forgot," he grimaced. "And to answer your question, I have a strong hunch."
"Well, you're not going to impose your hunch on my baby," she told him while pointed at him with a knife. "My parents wanted me to get a real job because DJ-ing is a hobby," she sighed, cutting the tomatoes in half. "And it sucked," she added as she cleaned them in the sink. "Worst part is that they didn't even bother to even ask me what I wanted to do; they just presumed it was DJ-ing." She shrugged. "I'm planning on supporting whatever the fuck our baby wants to do even if he or she wants to masturbate horses and cows for a living."
"Please, tell me you just made that up."
"Nope, that's an actual job." She put the knife aside and sprayed salt on the tomatoes.
"Ew." He made a face, reaching for the bananas and grabbed one. "I won't force my children into careers, Bec…" he trailed off watching her stuff tomatoes into her mouth then grab a banana herself. She was still chewing the tomatoes when she sat down next to him and dipped a strawberry into the Nutella jar.
"Beca, slow down," he said in awe.
"Shut up," she mumbled as she ate.
"No, really, slow down," he placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her around. "You're not even chewing." He watched her swallow.
"You know how hard you're making it for your stomach?" he asked. "You'll end up with a stomachache if you keep going like this," he told her as he squeezed her shoulder and watched her throw the strawberry into her mouth.
"I didn't really think of that," she mumbled, actually chewing.
"Just try to chew for at least 5 times," he sighed when she began peeling the banana.
"Okay," she nodded and dipped the banana in Nutella.
He eyed her as she brought it to her mouth and moaned at the taste while closing her eyes.
"Shit," he muttered when her action gave him a boner. He ran his hand over his face and got up as he tried to get rid of his erection.
"You should really try eating bananas with Nutella, Jess, it is really good," she said as she chewed. "Jesse?" she frowned seeing that he gave her his back.
"Yeah, bananas and Nutella," he tilted his head. "I'll try it," he said as he began to walk away, knowing that it wasn't going to go down, because of the thoughts that were filling his head, and planning to end it the old fashioned way.
"Are you okay?" she asked watching him uncomfortably walk then hopping off of the stool to follow him.
"Mhm," he nodded.
Beca grabbed his arm to stop him then turned him around. She arched an eyebrow seeing that he had placed a hand over his hard-on to keep her from actually seeing him hard because he had some dignity.
Beca let go of his arm looking up to meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry," he apologized for letting her see him erect then looked away from her when she bit her bottom lip.
"Did I cause this?" she asked in a low voice.
He rubbed the back of his neck while nodding. "Excuse me," he mumbled, turning on his heels, and didn't expect her to pull him back then press her lips against his.
Jesse didn't waste time and picked her up, kissing her hard then pinned her against a wall and pressed his hard-on against her thigh, loving the way it made her moan into the heated kiss they were sharing. He had been longing for her for so long; he knew making out against the wall wouldn't end well for him once she pulled away and told him it's all hormonal yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away. And, then she ran out of breath and broke the kiss, leaving him breathless.
She looked away from his gaze and blew a breath and before she knew it, she was crying.
"Put me down," she sniffed.
Jesse gently put her on the floor then stepped back, wincing at the pain his super erected penis caused.
"Was I too rough?" he apologetically asked. "Oh my god did I hurt you?! Is the baby okay?" he added, starting to panic.
"I'm fine—Look at what I'm doing to you," she said while gesturing at him and wiping her cheeks.
Jesse sighed a sigh of relief. "You mean turning me on?" he paused and watched nod. "You didn't mean to do anything, it's all in my head," he shrugged, hoping their conversation would end soon because he had a situation to deal with.
"I just kissed you, Jesse."
"Bec, you can't control your hormones." He scratched his head. "It's fine."
"No, it's not. I feel like I'm playing you and it's not fair." She paused to suck in a deep breath.
"Bec, I'm a grown ass man. You don't have to treat me like I'm a fragile kid. I understand that you're attracted to me because of your hormones and you have no reason to feel guilty. It's very normal." He shrugged. "You're one week away from the second trimester and you can't ignore what your body wants." He reached for her chin and tilted her head to make her face him.
He was almost sure she wanted him just as bad—maybe not for the same reasons— the way she was just kissing him told that much. After all, he had known her for more than 5 years all together and could tell between the kisses that went nowhere beyond a makeout session and those that initiated sex. His money was on the latter but it could be just him since he was seriously turned on.
He was so hot for her he decided it would be okay to trust his hunch and bring up sex. "It doesn't have to mean anything," he swallowed because it would totally mean a lot to him but he knew she wouldn't give into what she wanted and also knew that she had to hear him say that.
Jesse ran a hand over his face when she looked up at the ceiling to avoid his gaze and figured he'd just leave her alone and go lock himself in the bathroom.
"Wait," she called when he turned on his heels.
"Bec, what do you want?" he asked while rubbing his forehead.
"I want you," she swallowed, looking away from him.
He arched an eyebrow and dropped his hand because he didn't expect her to actually say it. He took a couple of steps to close the distance between them then cupped her face.
"You sure about it?" he asked. She nodded leaning up and kissed him.
Jesse picked her up, kissing her back and started making his way to her bedroom. He kicked the door open and gently laid her down on the bed. He was basically a horndog at that point but it wasn't about him so he forced himself to slow down.
Jesse broke the kiss and got up.
"Jesse, I know I'm pregnant and all but I swear to god if you treat me as if I were made out of glass I…" she trailed off watching him take off his t-shirt and pants and climbed on top of her.
"You?" he nodded at her to keep talking while feeling her hands on his chest.
"Nevermind," she said as she looked into his gaze. He chuckled making her roll her eyes.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, despite how hard it was not just to rip her clothes off and screw her brains out, then made his way to her neck while unbuttoning her shirt. Jesse kissed his way down to her stomach then stopped.
"Hey, little one, daddy is about to make mommy feel so good so why don't you take a nap or something," he shrugged leaning in to place a kiss on her belly.
"How long have you been waiting to say that?" She rested her weight on her elbows.
He made his way up and pressed his lips against hers, deciding not to answer her and hoping his kiss would distract her enough to forget that he didn't give an answer. Because he actually dreamed about it.
Jesse intended to kiss her gently but she took control of the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her as they kissed deeply.
For once Jesse was snoring and Beca didn't feel like strangling him with a pillow. She kind of missed hearing him snore. It was weird because it usually pissed her off.
He looked peaceful in his sleep. She had been watching him as he slept for quite some time and wasn't feeling like a creep.
They had quite the session that put him to sleep and made her feel way better than she expected.
She had heard that pregnancy sex is to die for but it was overwhelmingly great. She knew that the lack of sex in her life played a big role; She couldn't even remember the last time she had sex because she was high on painkillers but the baby growing inside of her was a solid proof that it actually happened.
Beca rubbed her hand against her belly then sighed and looked up at her…what?—They were on a break and they just had mind-boggling sex—her lover? Ew. He was definitely not her lover.
She found herself wondering if they were going to do it again.
She knew him well enough to know that it wasn't just sex for him but she got caught up in the heat of the moment and was very horny. Seeing him hard for her made her want him badly. Knowing she still had an effect on him turned her on.
Beca reached over, ran her hand over his chest, and played with his chest hair before she leaned in and placed a kiss on it then rested her head against it. She sighed closing her eyes and listening to his heart that was oddly relaxing.
Jesse woke up to a smell he truly missed waking up to. He inhaled deeply before opening his eyes. He smiled while rubbing his eyes; he was stupid happy that Beca was curled up in his arms with her palm and head against his chest.
He glanced at the time and saw that it was 5:12 am. It was still early. He rubbed Beca's arm when she sighed in her sleep then placed a kiss on top of her head.
She snuggled up to him and he seriously considered staying in bed the whole day doing nothing while she slept then dismissed it because he told her that sex wouldn't have to mean anything and he had to act like it.
Jesse decided it would be best if she woke up alone in bed to avoid any awkwardness so he carefully removed his arm from around here and sat up. He watched her hold the covers close to her and curl up then got up, picking his clothes from the floor before he headed out of the room.
He showered and got ready for the day then started on breakfast. She had finally started to regain her appetite and he was going to make sure she ate well and gained the right amount of weight.
Jesse was whistling Pink Floyd's high hopes and making waffles when Beca walked into the kitchen. He stopped whistling the song as he eyed her; she was wearing a bathrobe and her hair, still wet from the shower, was over her shoulders.
She walked straight to the fridge and pulled the milk jug, drinking directly from it.
"Good morning," he said when she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Morning." She met his gaze for half a second then she kicked the fridge close.
"Um, where did you put the bananas?" she asked placing the milk jug on the kitchen island.
"I put 'em near the cereal box," he told her as he reached to open the shelf. "How many do you want?"
"Just one," she replied, plugging the blender.
"Here," he extended his hand.
"Thanks," she thanked him as she accepted it from him.
"Want some strawberries with that?" he asked, noting that she was going to make a smoothie.
"Yeah," she shrugged. He pulled the plateful of strawberries she left on the kitchen island the night before washed them then handed her the plate.
"Listen, we're cool, right?" she uneasily asked, turning on her heels to look at him.
"Um, yeah," he nodded while grabbing the whipped cream can from the fridge.
"I mean last night was so good but I still don't know what I want from dating you," she said as she watched him spray whipped cream into his mouth.
"I'm aware of that," he told her after swallowing. "Your hormones are heightening your sex drive and I just helped you out," he shrugged. "Bec, the reason I'm still living with you is to make sure you are taken care of while you're carrying my baby. Last night was me keeping my word and I'm intending to keep my word until you don't need me not just sexually… Want whipped cream on your waffles?"
She nodded and watched him spray the whipped cream on the waffles. "Thanks," she took the plate from him, put it on the kitchen island and went back to making her smoothie.
"Why Christina?" Beca said, resuming a conversation they were having the night before, as she sat down after pouring the smoothie into a glass.
"Huh?" He turned around after pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Why do you want to help Christina?" she asked, sitting down on a stool.
"Here's the thing," he started to say then sat down next to her. "I wanna try my hands at writing a screenplay that is about addition and I've been trying to find something to draw from apart from my own experience."
"So you're planning on using her story?" She brought a waffle to her mouth and took a huge bite.
"No," he shook his head. "I wanna know what's like to help someone get better. It's more about the emotional ride, you know?"
"Yeah, I think I do," she nodded. "Well, good luck getting her to want help," she told him as she brought the smoothie to her mouth.
"Thanks," he smiled at her.
"You planning on writing and directing it?" she asked, licking her lips.
"And scoring it, too," he said.
"I assume you're not planning on informing of your project."
"You assumed right," he affirmed. "I actually want to help it's not just about my project," Jesse explained. "I've been thinking about her ever since I met her," he informed her. "I kind of had this idea for a while in the back of my head and after meeting her I've been having all these ideas."
"She's pretty hot," Beca said less casually than she intended.
"Yeah," he shrugged, pretending he didn't notice the uneasiness in her tone.
"Want me to make more waffles?" he asked seeing that she finished her plate.
"No, thanks," she declined. "I'm gonna go throw some clothes on," she added getting up.
"I'll load the dishwashing machine," he told her when she picked the glass she drank her smoothie in up.
"Okay," she said putting it back on the kitchen island.
"Bec, what is it?" he asked picking up on the fact that she wanted to ask him something but was anxious about it; biting her nails and looking at everything but him gave it away.
"If we keep having sex what would it make us?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" he frowned.
"You said you'd sleep with me to help, okay, but wouldn't that make us like fuck buddies? Screwing without strings attached since we're not dating?"
"When you put it that way, yeah," he nodded.
"I can't do the whole no strings attached thing," she shook her head. "I can't make you do it," she ran her fingers through her hair.
"Beca, I really don't mind."
"I do," she paused. "It will confuse the hell out of me. I'm trying to figure out what I want from you and sex won't let me think straight."
"Are you scared I'd pressure you into coming back to me?" he asked in confusion.
"No, I'm scared it would be too late and you wouldn't want me back by the time I make up my mind. There, I've said it," she threw her hands up.
Jesse ran his hand over his face. What she said was pretty selfish and he had to remind himself that she's pregnant and wouldn't take fighting well.
"Here's the deal. I'm fine with this break and won't actually break up with you until our baby is like a year old. That will give you around half a year without me living with you. There will be no sex to confuse you. I think that'll be enough for you figure your shit out."
He was compromising a lot and he really hoped she would take what he was offering.
Jesse sighed seeing that tears started to build up in her eyes and got up then pulled her into a hug. "Please don't cry over this," he said to her ear.
"I can't help it," she mumbled. "You're fucking awesome and I'm being a total selfish bitch to you," she shrugged.
"You're honest." He tightened his hold. "And, honest is dope," he added when she looked up.
"I promise that I'll wait for you," he loosed his hold and wiped her cheeks.
He was pretty sure she cried the most in the last two months than she ever did in her life.
"Jesse, you can't control how you feel," she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm not worried," he shrugged. "We've spent a lot of time apart before and it didn't change how I feel about you." He began rubbing her back then stopped when she looked up.
"You really would wait?" she asked.
He nodded rapidity. He didn't have a choice, really. He was very much in love with her.
"You think we could…" she trailed off, playing with the collar of his t-shirt.
"Put you in a good mood?" he guessed and chuckled when she buried her face in his chest.
"Beca, just ask." He rested his chin on top of her head. "I can't do anything without your permission."
"It's weird to ask for you-know-what."
"Here's a suggestion," he paused. "Whenever you want 'you-know-what', grab my shirt," he said with a shrug. "How does that sound?" he asked and grinned when he felt her clench his t-shirt.
Jesse pulled his head back and watched her eye him with a lot of lust in her eyes.
She ran her hands over his chest then leaned up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
AN: Do you think he'll wait around?
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