AN: I haven't updated in a couple of weeks. Let's just blame seeking education for that while trying to sleep too. I hope you like this. Leave a word that'd be great. Thanks for passing by. Peace, humans.

Beca was in Jesse's bedroom at his parents' place, laying bed, staring at the ceiling. She had been lying awake for a while.

She sat up, deciding to get up and get ready for the day. If it weren't for the fact that she was hungry, which was becoming a personality trait, she would have stayed in bed until she had to leave for the rehearsal dinner.

Beca was walking down the stairs when she heared talking coming from the kitchen that sounded like arguing but was too low for her to actual make out what was happening. She frowned noting the way Jesse was trying to keep his voice down while he argued with his mother and continued to walk until Jesse came into her vision. He looked pissed.

Jesse tried to hide it from her and forced a smile, "Beca, hey," he said.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Nothing," he told her and started climbing the stairs.

She blocked his way and watched him rub his face then look up when she clenched his t-shirt.

"What's going on?" Beca asked again. She let go of his t-shirt when he kept looking at her fist. (Clenching his t-shirt was the way she told him she wanted sex without actually saying it.)

"Jesse?" she arched her eyebrows.

"It's nothing, really," he shrugged, walking past her.

"Was she giving you a hard time because of me?" she asked. He didn't answer: she took it as a yes.

"No, Beca, not you. Wait," he called, reaching for her arm once she started walking down the stairs planning to go talk to his mother.

Beca looked at him expectantly and watched him sigh before reaching for her hand and taking it in his before turning on his heels and climbing the stairs. She followed him figuring he wanted them to be alone before he told her.

"So?" Beca crossed her arms across her chest once she and Jesse were in his bedroom.

"She just brought up my failed marriage with Sandra and how I might not be ready for marriage." He locked the door.

"Wait, what?" Beca frowned. His parents were old school, they believed in marriage before having kids. What Jesse told her was very odd to hear.

"Yeah," he chuckled humorlessly.

"W-why?" she asked.

Jesse shrugged, "I don't seem to look like I'm marriage material to mom."

"And that got you mad?"

"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from her. "You must be starved," he added changing the subject as he looked up.

"What did you mom say that pissed you off?" she asked, seeing right through him. "Jesse, we can do this all day. And yeah I really wanna eat."

"Mom said since I'm not ready for marriage I won't treat you right and end up divorced again and putting you through it… I-I just lost it at that," he shrugged, avoiding eye contract.

"Oh," she uncrossed her arms and shifted her weight on her right leg.

"Yeah, c'mon, let's get some food in you," he said, changing the subject again, turning on his heels and unlocking the door.

"You don't have to come down with me," Beca told him. "I mean, you were just arguing with your mother," she awkwardly added.

"She's going out to shop for groceries." He looked back.

"Well, then let's just waited until she leaves," Beca said, shrugging, and watched Jesse lock the door after nodding.

"Jesse, you should probably apologize to your mom. She was just telling you what she thought," she told him.

"Yeah," he rubbed his forehead. "I probably should," he nodded in agreement. "What do you wanna have for breakfast?" Jesse asked.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I just know that I can and I will a lot of food."

"Well, you're eating for two so this is totally normal."

"Yeah," she nodded. "About that," she pulled her t-shirt up. "When I was showering earlier I noticed this. Look, you can actually see a bump," she said sounding both excited and surprised. "It's barely there but still," she shrugged, eyes on her belly.

He paced to her and carefully placed his palm on her belly rubbing it gently. "This is awesome, Bec," Jesse grinned at her once she looked up.

"I'm finally starting to show so yeah this is fucking awesome," she agreed, grinning back at him.

She wanted to kiss him so she looked away from his face because sex was doing what she knew it would do to her: confuse her.

She wanted to be affectionate with him without the intention of initiating sex. And, had to remind herself of their situation, of how shitty and selfish she already was to him just by sleeping with him with no clear direction of where they were headed.

"C'mon, mom probably has left by now," he said and placed a kiss on her temple and stuffed the hand he was rubbing against her belly in his pocket.

"Bec, we need to start thinking of names," Jesse said as he unlocked the door.

"Shouldn't we wait until we know what we're having?" she asked following him.

"Why wait when we can pick now?" he shrugged. "I mean it can only be either a boy or a girl—We need to start noting down names we wanna cross off of the list," he told her.

"Okay," she stretched the word.

"Like names of people you hate or ex-boyfriends," he added, elaborating.

"Oh, it's gonna be a long list. 'cause I'm pretty sure I hate like 85% of people I know."

"The other way around then," he chuckled. "What names do you like?" he asked as they walked down the stairs.

"I like Wade," she shrugged. "Got any idea of its meaning?"

"Nope…" he paused to think then looked at her. "How about this one Becs; Wade William Mitchell-Swanson."

"This kid is gonna have a long ass name," she murmured. "Wait," she glanced up. "Wade William," she stopped walking. "That sounds oddly familiar," she said, trying to remember why it rang a bell. "William, Will… Wilson. Wade Wilson," she paused to look at him. "Deadpool, really?" she looked at Jesse in disbelief.

He shrugged. "That is purely coincidental. I just happen to like the name."

"I highly doubt that, nerd." She slapped the back of his head. "No superhero names. Cross them off of your list." She walked past him and to the kitchen.

"Well, Deadpool isn't really a superhero. Fun fact: he once tried to work for Galactus as his herald. A herald is basically the guy that prepares the planet for Galactus to devour. How is he a superhero if he helps end planets?" Jesse tried to argue. "And, you told me yourself, you like Deadpool. You stayed awake when we went to see it!"

"You're not changing my mind about this," she said over her shoulders.

"What about Peter?" he asked. "Peter is cool, right? Or Diana?"

"Jesse, you know I will look up every name you suggest to check if it's a superhero, right?" she asked and heard him groan.

"Hey, listen, I'm gonna go see Bumper. He e-mailed: he wants me to produce for him," she started to say as she watched Jesse walked past her and to the over from which he pulled a cookie tray and placed in front of her.

"His contract with his label ended and he wants to work with me," she continued to say, taking a seat and grabbing a cookie.

"Want me to come pick you up a few hours before the rehearsal dinner?" he asked as he poured Beca a glass of milk.

She shook her head swallowing the cookie. "No, you go. I'll get ready for the rehearsal dinner then go see Bumper and go with him and Amy," she said, extending her hand to accept the milk from him. "Do you think there's whipped cream around?" she asked.

"Yeah," he nodded and pulled the whipped cream can from the fridge. "Want waffles?"

"No." She accepted the can from him then shook it before spraying whipped cream on a cookie.

"Are you going to produce for him?" Jesse asked. She ran the Artist and Repertoire department which made her the one in charge of choosing the singer and the people who were going to work with them.

"Probably," she shrugged.

"He's based here, are you going to stay here in L.A. for work?"

Beca looked up from cookie she had just sprayed whipped cream on and held Jesse's gaze. "No," she told him before bringing the cookie to her mouth. "He and I need to go over a lot of things before getting to making music."

Jesse nodded while drumming his fingers on the kitchen island. He'd be lying if he said that it didn't matter that she'd be working in L.A. away from him. He's pretty sure he'd lose his mind worrying about her miles away while pregnant.

"I'll make working on the album in New York a condition," she said, knowing it would make him feel better.

"That'd be great," he sighed a sigh of relief. "Want a ride to their place?" he asked.

"I'll get an Uber," she said after swallowing.

Beca was at the bathroom in Amy and Bumper's house, checking her makeup before they left for the rehearsal dinner. She eyed herself then sighed and got out of the bathroom while looking at her watch. She hadn't snaked in a while and was feeling hungry. "Are you guys ready yet?" she asked loudly.

"Yes-" "-no." Beca heard both Bumper and Amy simultaneously say and rolled her eyes.

She and Bumper talked.

He seriously wanted her to sign him to the label she worked at and produce his album.

She told him she'd do it but not right away, leaving out the fact that she was trying to minimize her work hours because she knew how hard it would be to work once she got really pregnant, and told him that he'd have to come to New York.

He agreed to her terms.

"Well, I'm gonna grab a bite," Beca told them.

"Knock yourself out." She heard Bumper say as she was making her way to the kitchen to get something to eat. She opened the fridge and sighed glancing at a wine bottle before looking away and pulling an orange juice pitcher.

She put the pitcher on the kitchen island and turned on her heels to get a glass. Her eyes fell on the brownies tray in the oven so she pulled it.

Beca was on her third brownie when Amy and Bumper finally finished getting ready.

"Finally," she mumbled before swallowing. "What?" Beca asked when Bumper looked between her and the tray then chuckled.

"How many of those did you eat?" he asked.

"Like three," she answered sucking her teeth.

"Well, you should stop eating," he recommended.

"Beca can handle pot," Amy shrugged and grabbed her phone. "C'mon we're gonna be late."

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Beca asked, trying not to panic.

"You ate three pot brownies. I hope your trip won't be shitty because it's a long drive to the hotel," Bumper said, playing with his car keys between his fingers.

"I ate pot brownies?" Beca rhetorically asked then closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying really hard not to let the fact she could very much have harmed her baby trigger a panic attack.

"Are you already high?" Amy asked, slightly concerned.

Beca shook her head then reached for her phone.

"Beca, you're shaking," Amy noted watching Beca. "Beca!" Amy called once Beca tossed her phone on the kitchen island and held her head after she sent out a text.

Jesse had arrived early. He checked where was seated and wasn't surprised when he found out that he, Beca and Sam were seated next to Chloe, her husband Tom and their daughter Grace.

He joined them.

"Hello people," Jesse said greeting them.

"Jesse!" Chloe said, tilting her head. "Sammy, look at you all grown up," she beamed at the small child and hugged her before she got up and hugged and Jesse.

"Where's Beca?" Chloe asked pulling away.

"She's coming with Amy and Bumper," he told her then looked at Tom who had Grace sitting on his lap. "Hey, man," he extended his hand. Tom took it and shook it. "How have you been?" he asked.

"Great!" Tom simply answered.

Jesse was about to sit down when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He unlocked it to read the text he got from Beca.

Beca 4:17 pm

'I accidently ate 3 pot brownies'

"Everything okay?" Chloe asked noting the way Jesse's face fell as he looked at his phone.

"Yeah," he rubbed his chin. "Could you keep an eye on, Sam? I have to make a phone call," he asked looking between Chloe and her husband.

"Yeah sure," they said in unison.

"Thanks," he thanked them and paced away while bringing his phone to his ear.

"Jesse?" Beca said picking up.

"Beca," he paused hearing her sniff. "Calm down, stress will make everything worse."

"Jesse, don't fucking tell me to calm down!" she told him in a cracking voice.

"Okay, where are you?" he asked, changing his approach.

"I'm at Amy and Bumper's."

"Did you tell them about the baby?"

"Yeah," she answered.

"Okay, good," he paused, nodding to himself. "Ask them to take you see a doctor."

"Jesse, I can't go see a fucking doctor. I don't want my baby to be taken away from me after they're born," she said and started crying.

"No one will take our baby away from you," he firmly said. "You hear that? I won't let that ever happen… Beca, stay there I'm coming. We'll figure this out, okay?" He clenched his fist feeling useless.

"Okay," she answered.

"Jesse?" Chloe called.

Jesse tilted his head to look at her.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she clarified.

He kept looking at her while listening to Beca cry over the phone.

"Jesse, is that Beca you're talking to?" she asked. She heard what he was just telling Beca and it worried her.

He nodded.

"Beca is pregnant?" she questioned in surprise. He nodded again and closed his eyes hearing Beca tell him how sorry she was while still crying.

He put his hand over the phone to keep Beca from hearing him then said, "She accidently ate 3 pot brownies. Please, keep an eye on Sam I need to go to Beca."

"Hand me the phone." She stepped in front of him when he started to walk away.

Jesse didn't get to say anything because Chloe reached over and snatched the phone from him.

"Beca, hey, it's me, Chloe," Chloe started to say sounding calmer than Jesse expected.

"Remember how shitty pregnancy made me feel?" she asked.

"Wha-" Beca sniffed.

"When I was pregnant with Grace, do you remember how awful my morning sickness was?"

"Yeah," Beca answered.

"Well, it got so bad my doctor prescribed me medicinal marijuana when vitamins didn't do the trick and things got better," she informed her friend.

"You smoked pot when you were pregnant with Grace?" Beca asked after a beat, no longer sounding like she was going to have a nervous breakdown.

"Yeah for a while," Chloe told her. "Nothing bad will happen to the baby because you ate pot brownies. Pot effects are temporary," she continued to tell her friend.

"If you're lying to calm me down I will fucking kill you," Beca warned.

"I'd never lie to you, Bec." Chloe smiled hearing Beca exhale. "When were you going to tell me you're having a baby?" Chloe asked in excitement and didn't let Beca answer. "I'm so happy for you and Jesse. Congrats!" she turned to Jesse and gave him a bone-crushing hug.

"Thanks, Chloe," Jesse smiled at the redhead.

"Thanks," Beca said from the other end of the phone.

"We'll talk when you get here… We'll talk when you sober up," Chloe said remembering that her friend ate pot brownies.

"Okay."

Jesse took his phone from Chloe and brought it to his ear. "Beca, are you still coming?" he asked.

"I don't know," she sniffed.

"Well, you just get stupid happy when you're high," he shrugged. "I'll come stay with you if you don't wanna attend the rehearsal dinner."

"No, I'll come," she cleared her throat. "Like you said, I just become ridiculously happy when I'm high… I should go tell Amy and Bumper what Chloe said before the drugs kick in, I freaked them out good."

"Hydrate and don't stress too hard and get an anxiety attack. You heard Chloe, the baby isn't harmed."

"Yeah, okay."

Jesse stuffed his phone in his pocket once she hung up and buried his face in his hands rubbing it.

"You okay?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah." Jesse looked up. "I'm just glad everything is okay. I don't know what I'd do if anything happens to Beca or the baby," he shrugged looking up. Chloe smiled sympathetically at him.

"Beca, we're here," Amy told Beca once Bumper pulled over. "Beca?" Amy shook Beca's shoulder.

"I'm awake," Beca sat up.

Bumper looked at her through the rearview mirror and saw her wipe the drool from her cheek then reached for her bag and pulled her phone. She used the front camera to check how she looked then ran her fingers through her hair before she locked her phone and reached for the door unlocking it and stepping out of the vehicle.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Bumper asked, watching Beca swing her hands back and forth as she made her way towards the hotel entrance.

"She'll be fine, you know Beca," Amy told him as they followed Beca's lead. "She just lets her guard down when she's high."

Jesse was socializing with a relative of Benji's when Beca walked in followed by Bumper and Amy. He excused himself and made his way to Beca.

"Hi," he said, still walking to her.

"Jesse, hi," she waved, a lazy smile on her lips.

"Okay," she chuckled when he pulled her into a tight hug. She freaked him out and despite knowing that nothing bad would happen to their baby he couldn't shake the fear he felt off.

Jesse placed a kiss on her head then pulled away and held her hands before he got a good look at her.

"Do you want anything? Are you hungry?" he asked.

"We made a stop at taco bell, I'm good for now," she shrugged.

"Okay, good," he said then let go of her hands.

"Where's Chloe?" Beca asked.

"Around," Jesse told her and took a look around. He looked back at Beca when she reached for his hand and held it, stepped closer to him, then leaned against him.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"No," she said, holding onto his arm with her free hand. "Your blazer feels good," she rubbed her cheek against his blazer and closed her eyes.

Jesse shook his head in amusement.

"Where's Sammy?" Beca asked, opening her eyes.

"Playing with other kids," he told her, tilting his head to check on Sam. "Tom's keeping an eye on the kids."

"Where are you going?" Jesse frowned when Beca let go of his hand and straightened up.

"I'm gonna check on Sammy and let Tom have a break," Beca told him.

"You serious?" He arched his eyebrows.

"Yeah," she nodded and started making her way to where Tom was watching the kids play.

Jesse stayed put and saw Chloe paced then wrapped her arms around Beca from behind. He rubbed the back of his neck then walked away, deciding to go socialize instead of creepily watching Beca.

"Jesse, my man," Bumper said slapping Jesse's arm.

"Hey, Bumper." Jesse turned to him.

"Congrats on knocking up your girlfriend." He took a couple of glass of champagne from the waiter then extended one of them towards Jesse. Jesse smiled tightly glancing down at the glass before meeting Bumper's gaze. "Right, I forgot you don't drink," Bumper said, shaking his head.

"Thanks, Bumper," Jesse widened his smile.

"How did you get her to keep the baby?" Bumper curiously asked, bringing one of the glasses to his lips.

He knew Beca: she wasn't the kind of woman who wanted kids.

"I didn't," Jesse shrugged.

"Mitchell got the baby fever?" Bumper said in surprise.

"No, not that I'm aware of," Jesse shook his head. He gave her a hard time for secretly liking kids despite her claims over the years, telling her she wanted a kid of her own but he doubted she actually wanted a child.

Beca told him she's only keeping it because she wouldn't purposely get pregnant.

He would have obviously known if she wanted kids. She's his Beca. He knew his Beca.

"Weird," Bumper mumbled. "Well, I'm happy for you, man," Bumper said.

"Thank you." Jesse tilted his head to check on Beca and found her playing with kids.

"I'm so gonna blackmail her with this," Bumper told Jesse then gulped down the champagne and placed the empty glass on a nearby table before he pulled his phone.

"Bumper, she's high. She wouldn't do it sober," Jesse shrugged, aware of the stupid looking grin he had on his face.

"Exactly," Bumper smirked, tapping on the camera icon then glancing at Jesse to find him looking at him. "You're not gonna be a party pooper and try and stop me, are ya?" he asked

Jesse tilted his head to watch Beca play with infants.

"She's gonna hate this," Bumper chuckled.

"Yep," Jesse nodded, grinning when he saw Beca sit down on the grass, run her fingers over the grass then look up to wave at him meeting his gaze.

Jesse waved back and started making his way to her.

"Oh c'mon." He heard Bumper exclaim. Jesse ignored him and kept walking. Beca would really hate being filmed despite how tempting it was to let Bumper film her playing with kids while high.

"You know the point of rehearsal dinners is to get to know the guests not hide out with kids, right?" Jesse said reaching Beca.

"I am getting to know guests," Beca told him and took his hand to get up. "Kids," she clapped, "form an orderly queue ladies and gents," she told them when she got their attention. "Jesse, meet Andy, Claire, Megan, Dave, Annie, Lizzy, Helen, and Sam who you already know." Beca beamed.

"Yeah," Jesse made the hat tipping gesture. "Pleasure meeting you," he smiled at them and rubbed Sam's back when she walked to him. "You having fun?" he asked her. She nodded.

"I'm gonna take Beca with me, wanna come with us and sit at the table or stay and play?" he asked her.

"You go, daddy," she told him.

"Okay." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Jesse wrapped his arm around Beca's waist and walked her to their table.

"Hey, Bec?" Jesse called as they walked.

She looked up.

"Remember the other night you went to the music festival?" he asked.

She nodded.

"What did you mean when you told me that my behavior is what made you doubt us?" he asked. It had been on his mind ever since she said it. He really didn't understand why avoiding fights was a reason for her to doubt their future together.

She was high, which meant she was happy, which also meant he could get answers without pissing her off.

"You really wanna go there?" she asked back, taking a seat and leaning against the chair.

"Yeah," he nodded and watched her rub her nose.

"You stopped caring like a year ago," she casually said.

He frowned. She held his gaze then giggled.

"Beca I never stopped caring about you," he told her.

Beca shook her head in disagreement.

"No, buddy, you did," she insisted. "When we started going out together you wouldn't let me sleep before we get to the bottom of whatever problem we had… now you avoid having to do that." She shrugged. "And you take me for granted."

"I never did that!" he sat up.

"Okay," she nodded. "You're right, I'm wrong. I'm sorry," she added.

"Beca, don't do that," he paused, resting his arm on the table.

"Don't do what?" she asked, playing dumb.

"This. Don't just nod along because you don't wanna—" he cut himself off when she looked at him knowingly.

"See how infuriating it is?" She gave him a sympathetic look then patted his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Bec," he rubbed his face. "Why didn't you say something?" he asked when she shrugged.

"You wouldn't take a fucking hint," she sighed. "And to be fair, I was ignoring how much I hated that because overall you're pretty awesome."

"I'm sorry," Jesse apologized again and reached for her hand under the table. "How do I fix this?" he asked, taking her hand in his.

"I don't know," she said while rubbing her thumb against his knuckles. "It's kinda late for you do damage control since I can't figure out for the life of me what I want from a relationship with you."

"Bec, the end game that most people would go for is marriage. Do you want that?" he dragged his chair closer to hers and tightened his hold of her hand.

"Yeah, no marriage," she chuckled.

"Got something against it?" he frowned.

"No, not really," she shrugged. "You do," she poked his shoulder.

"No, I don't," he shook his head.

"Jesse, I've known you for a bunch of years now," Beca placed her free hand on his cheek, cupping it. "Your mother isn't wrong; you're not ready for marriage. If you were, you would have brought it up by now." She started stroking his cheek.

He paused to think about it. It didn't cross his mind to ask Beca to marry him. He had no excuse. Hell, he thought they were doing great. It should have crossed his mind.

"Don't beat yourself up about it," she lowered her head to hold his gaze. "It's fine."

"It's not fine," he disagreed. "You shouldn't be stressing over our future. You should be like any mother-to-be out there."

His words made her giggle. "And what do mothers-to-be do exactly?"

"Their biggest worry should be what to paint the baby's room," he randomly said. His point was that she didn't deserve what he had caused.

"Or arguing with the baby's Jewish father over circumcision if the baby happens to be a boy." He smiled at her when she rolled her eyes.

"We're gonna have to talk about that, don't roll your eyes at me," he told her.

"I know," she playfully slapped him, lazily smiling at him when he took her hand and placed a kiss on her palm.

"Bec, I'll make this right," he told her.

"What, you gonna decide for me what I want?" she scoffed.

"No, I'll give you reasons to stay with me and let our baby grow up with the two of us under the same roof," he told her.

"That's sweet," she sat up. "But," she paused to sigh, "wouldn't you be tricking me into staying with you? I mean you'd confuse me even more and believe me when I say I am confused all right."

Jesse ran a hand over his face, frustrated by his limited options.

"Jesse, we're at your childhood best friend's rehearsal dinner." Beca rested her elbow on the table and her cheek against her palm. "You should be having fun," she paused. "Hitting on girls. Scoring some digits."

"You want me to go hit on girls?" he asked in amusement.

"It's not what I want: it's what you should be doing at a wedding as a single man. You've been stuck with this guy all together for 3 years and few months, you deserve some you time," she casually told him.

"Well, Bec, I got used to being in a relationship," he sighed. He couldn't tell if she was joking or if she was talking for real. Pot just put her in a good mood. What she was saying was all her.

"Last time I hit on a girl at a wedding, she was an emotional trainwreck and used me for distraction so I don't know if I have it in me to sweep girls off of their feet."

He still didn't fully understand why Beca was attending her ex-boyfriend's wedding but he was glad she did because it made running into her possible.

"Well, it got you laid last time and it was pretty great," she shrugged.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed.

It was a very distant memory but he still remembered their first time together. She really stole his breath away.

"Got any pointers?" he asked.

"Just be your annoyingly charming self and don't bring up movies, you'll freak them out because you will nerd out," she thoughtfully said.

"What do I talk about?" he wondered.

"Well, definitely not the fact that we're having a baby. I know it's something that you're passionate about and it's cute but I doubt it would help you get laid," she said.

"Makes sense… would you have still slept with me if I would have told you about Sam when we met at Crispin's wedding?" Jesse asked.

"I would have humped a tree that day, so yeah," she nodded.

"Good to know," he sarcastically said then got up. "Welp, I guess I'm off to score some digits," he told her and watched her straighten up. She looked surprised, letting him see that she was actually kidding when she told him to go hit on girls.

She was about to say something when he took off.

Beca sighed and grabbed her purse pulling a Skittles bag she had brought with her. She was opening it when Jesse pulled a chair and sat down next to her.

"What's up?" she mumbled, throwing a couple of skittles into her mouth.

"What are you eating?" he leaned over to get a look at what she was holding.

"Skittles," she answered. "Want some?" she held it his way.

"Yeah, sure," he nodded and reached over. "So, is the coast clear?" he asked her.

"Sorry, what?"

"I meant to ask: are you here with alone or am I talking to someone's woman?" he asked her.

Beca shot him a look that said; "Really?"

He shrugged.

She decided to play along.

"What if I am with someone?" she asked.

"Then," he extended his hand, "hi, I'm Jesse Swanson and I wanna be friends with you."

Beca awkwardly took his hand and shook it.

"And if I'm here alone?" she asked, removing her hand from his.

"I still wanna be friends with you and who knows," he paused. "We could grow to become—"

"Lovers?" she guessed.

"—Best friends." He grinned at her.

"I already have a best friend," she told him.

"I have more to offer I will earn the best friend status, trust me."

"He and I made a baby together which is fucking awesome. I doubt you could beat that."

"A baby, huh."

She nodded rapidity, looking even happier than she already did.

Jesse felt like a moron and a jerk for not noticing that Beca actually wanted a baby before he got her pregnant. He could see it as he look at her and thought back at all the hints he missed.

He began to see why she wanted a break from him: He didn't pick up the fact she wanted kids. He didn't realize what avoiding arguments was doing to her. He didn't even notice how much they have drifted apart.

Jesse knew he had to make things right without making Beca feel like he's tricking her into wanting to stay with him. He just had to figure out how the hell he was going to do that.