It was 2:11 am on a Friday when Beca woke up from an intense and vivid sex dream that led to an orgasm. She ran her fingers through her hair as she processed what had just happened. She was grateful the door was locked because she knew Jesse would have woken up by the noises she probably had made.
Beca winced feeling cramps hit her like a punch in the guts. "Fuck!" she wrapped her arms around herself. She forced herself to get up and walk to the bathroom to check if was just cramps or if she had to wake Jesse up and start panicking together.
There was no spotting and the cramps got less painful then stopped eventually.
She stood in front of the mirror and ran the water, splashing it against her face and wondering if it was going to happen again. Chloe told her that she was probably going to experience sleep orgasms as a consequence of cutting Jesse out of her system.
Beca managed to do it. She managed to stop sleep with Jesse.
She knew how wrong it was to let herself use him like that. Talking with Chloe for hours over the phone helped her sack up and stop having sex with Jesse.
It was hard and made her want to climb Jesse like a tree but it was also the right thing to do. It had been just a week since they returned from L.A. and she was having a really hard time, she wasn't sure how she was going to survive without sex.
Beca grabbed the towel and dried her face before stepping out of the bathroom and deciding to grab a bite.
She started to make her way to her favorite place in the apartment; the kitchen. Flipping the light switch in the living area she frowned finding Jesse sleeping on the couch. He had his forearm over his eyes while his leg and other arm were dropping on the floor: he looked very uncomfortable.
"Jesse," she said in a low voice as she lightly shook him. She straightened up when he woke up startled.
"Beca." He sat up and looked very dazed. "Are you okay?" he asked and stood up. He rubbed his eyes to get rid of the sleepiness.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. You?" She took a step back, painfully aware of how close he was standing.
He nodded.
"Why are you sleeping here?" she asked.
"It's closer to your room," he answered with a shrug. "Why are you up? You hungry?" he asked sounding more awake and aware of his surroundings.
"Yep," she sighed.
"What do you wanna eat? You craving anything in particular?" He began making his way to the kitchen.
"Jess, I woke you up to send you to your room not to feed me. You'll wake up with back pain. And, unlike you, I'm not a natural masseuse." She yawned as she followed him.
"You give awesome neck rubs," he told her while rubbing the back of his neck.
"I learned from the best." She watched him open the fridge and leaned against the kitchen counter. He pulled his head back and had a lazy smug smile on his lips that made her roll her eyes.
"So, we're short on grocery which makes our options limited," he said as he looked back inside the fridge.
"Jesse, I'm serious, I can figure it out on my own, go to bed." She walked to the fridge and peeked her head.
"No," he leaned in, in a way that she could feel his warm breath. "Besides, I want a snack too," he shrugged and stepped back feeling her tense up and guessed it was due to how close he was to her.
He hated that she was putting herself through sexual frustration but respected her choices and tried not to make her uncomfortable.
"What?" he frowned hearing her sigh loudly.
"Nothing," she said and pulled an onion, mustard and cheese then kicked the fridge close. She put them on the counter then scratched her head looking around the kitchen.
"What do you need?" Jesse asked, still frowning. It was clear from her tone that it's not nothing.
"Do we have pickles?" she wondered.
"Yeah," he nodded then opened a shelf and pulled a pickle jar. He put it on the counter while watching Beca grab a frozen baguette from the freezer.
"You making a sandwich?" he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter as she put the bread in the microwave.
She nodded and put the knife she used to cut the baguette in halves and bag of chips on the counter.
"Make me one?"
Her cravings weren't odd most of the time but when she did eat something weird it would taste really good.
"Yeah, sure," she shrugged and began chopping the onion.
"So, I was having a dream before you woke me up," Jesse started to say. "You were in it and so was our baby. The baby was in your arms asleep."
"Was it a boy or a girl?" she asked, sniffing. She was 14 weeks pregnant and had an ultrasound coming up in a few days that would let them know what they were having if the baby let them of course.
They were finding out the sex and she was really excited about it. She wanted to know and knew that Jesse felt the same because if she let him have it his way she would be at the doctor's office having ultrasounds every other day until they found out the sex.
"I'm not sure. I think it's a boy. I mean, the blanket was blue, the shade of your eyes actually."
"Well, you do like that color. It doesn't have to mean it's a boy it could be a subconscious thing," she shrugged.
"Yeah," he agreed. "You seemed really peaceful for a new mom," he found himself smiling at the memory of the dream.
"And, where are you in the dream?" she asked, glancing at him and wiping her cheek when she started tearing up because of the onion.
He chuckled then said, "You told me to stop creeping around and get in when you looked up." He uncrossed his arms and straightened up. "then you told me that it's okay."
"As in it's okay to get in?" she frowned.
"I'm not sure," he shrugged and opened the fridge then pulled a juice pitcher.
He looked at her in confusion when she chuckled humorlessly and pulled the bread from the microwave.
"What's up?" he asked.
"I woke up from a dream too," she told him and glanced at him as she began making the sandwiches.
"What was it about?" he asked, filling a couple of glasses of orange juice.
"You know, cravings," she vaguely answered, letting him assume it was about food.
"Huh." He put the pitcher back in the fridge.
"Hey, Bec, I was thinking earlier of potential boys names," he paused when she looked up. "Joseph. Like, we'd call him Joey when he's young. Joe when he's older. And, Joseph when he's in trouble," he grinned.
"I'm a little worried that thinking about your child in trouble makes you grin." She grabbed the pickle jar.
"Thinking about our child makes me happy." He extended his hand for her to give it to him when she couldn't open it. "So, what you think? Do you like Joseph?"
"Joe is nice," she told him.
"We still have until next April to pick a name, I'm just saying," he told her.
"Jesse, the kid is yours, too," Beca said in boredom. He was walking on eggshell it bothered her a lot.
"I know, it's just I also thought of a middle name that goes with Joseph," he cautiously started to say.
"Go on," she rested her hand on the counter and held his gaze.
"Caleb," he told her.
"Joseph Caleb," she said, trying to think of a reason behind his cautiousness.
"The initials, Bec," Jesse paused to let her figure it out. J.C. sounded like Jesse.
"As I said, this just something I thought of earlier," he repeated.
"What do these names mean?" she asked.
"Joseph means he will add and Caleb means devotion to God. Both names are Hebrew."
"J.C. He will add devotion to God," she drummed her fingers on the counter, thinking. She was pretty confident that it took him a lot of time to figure this combination.
"Okay," she looked up. "If it's a boy then he's J.C."
"Are you serious?" he asked in surprise.
"Very serious," she smiled at him.
"Thanks, Bec," he threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him then forcefully pecked her temple.
She smiled and rubbed his arm for a few seconds then went back making the sandwiches.
"You pick the name if it's a girl," he said and placed another kiss on her temple.
"That's a lot of pressure," she honestly said.
"You'll do great," he assured her.
"Thanks," he thanked her once she handed him a sandwich. "Oh, this is good, Bec," he told her as he chewed.
She nodded in agreement as she bit into her own sandwich and leaned against him forgetting for half a second what it would do her.
"So good," she uneasily said after swallowing.
Jesse removed his arm from around her and leaned against the counter instead, feeling her tense up, again.
"Easy," he told her noting that she was barely chewing. She nodded and slowed down then tried to hop on the counter and sighed when she couldn't. Jesse laughed, put his sandwich aside, and gently picked her up then sat her on the counter.
"You should be ashamed for laughing at a pregnant woman," she said, lightly punching him in the shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he apologized while he grinned at her.
"Jess, we could still do the J.C. thingy if it's a girl," Beca said as she picked one of the glasses up and took a sip.
"No, Bec, that's a lot. I'm so happy you agreed to Joe Caleb. It means the world to me that you said yes to that."
"Well, you told me I get to pick the girl's name," she shrugged. "So, I'm thinking," she paused. "Jane as a first name because I've always liked that name and Cara or Camila as a middle name. Which one do you like best, Cara or Camila?"
"Let me look up their respective meanings," he told her and walked to the living area. He grabbed his phone then made his way back to the kitchen.
"So Jane is Hebrew and means God is gracious," he paused as he looked up the second name, "Cara has a Celtic meaning which is friend and an Italian one that is beloved." He took a few seconds to google the third name then said, "Camila is Arabic and means perfect and compete."
He put his phone aside and looked up. "I like Camila 'cause, it's true, our kid will be perfect," he smiled warmly at Beca.
"You're so cheesy," she said and bit into her sandwich. "So, we got Joseph Caleb if it's a boy and Jane Camila if it's a girl," she mumbled.
"Look at that, we figured out the names at 2:41 am," he told her as he glanced at the time. "Cheers to that," he picked up his glass of juice and held her way.
Beca picked hers up and click glasses with him.
Beca was sitting in the waiting room flipping through a magazine absentmindedly while she waited for both the nurse to call her into the doctor's office and Jesse, who was running late, to show up.
Jesse texted her saying that he wasn't far and that he'll get there in less than 15 minutes. She was hoping he wasn't just saying to avoid pissing her off because lying would do that more than missing out on the ultrasound that would let them know what they were having. She didn't want to do it alone but also didn't want to wait for any longer: she wanted to start buying cute baby clothes that aren't unisex, damn it!
Bored with the magazine, Beca tossed it on the coffee table in front of her and leaned against her seat. She glanced to her side when a male nurse sat down next to her.
"Hi," he smiled at her.
She smiled back and pulled her phone, she was going to answer some work emails then decided not to. She was mildly pissed off at Jesse and knew that thanks to how well her body had been coping with the hormonal overload she'd end up sounding like a bitch in her emails so she loaded a game called office jerk instead.
"You here for a check up?" he casually asked.
Beca looked up for a second to get a better look at him. She guessed he was in his mid-twenties. He had brown hair. His eyes were blue and kind of reminded her of Chloe's eyes. And, he was new because she had been going to the same OB/GYN ever since she moved to New York and had never seen him before.
"No, I'm here for the excellent magazines," she dryly said and picked a magazine. She expected him to leave her alone but he chuckled instead.
"Bad question to start a conversation," he nodded in realization. "I'm Rafael," the nurse introduced himself.
"Beca," she leaned back against her seat and began flipping through the magazine and stopping to read an article that was pregnancy related and that grabbed her attention.
"How far along are you if you don't mind me asking?"
"14 weeks," she answered. She was weirded out by the fact that he knew she was pregnant and was hitting on her. It made her wonder if she misread him and if it was obvious that she was pregnant.
She was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and a flannel shirt that used to be Jesse. She claimed it hers because she wore more than he did. She was pretty sure the bump wasn't visible.
"Is the dad in the picture or can I ask you out for lunch? I'd say drink but I'm pretty sure you'd prefer food."
Okay, she was super weirded out by his question and didn't hide it. Who in their right mind would ask a pregnant woman out on a date?
"Thanks, stranger, I'm flattered but I'm not looking for anything right now," she gave him a polite smile then looked back at the magazine in her hands.
"Well, you know where to find me if you changed your mind," he said then got up and left.
She was about to flip the page when Jesse dropped in the chair to her right. "Hi," he breathlessly said. "Sorry I'm late," he added, catching his breath.
"It's fine," she shrugged then looked at him. "Why are you wearing a brace? What happened?" she asked taking in the brace he was wearing a wrist brace on his already screwed up wrist.
He had a skiing accident several years ago and he was supposed to never pull any pressure on his wrist because the accident caused some nerve damage.
"Don't worry," he said.
"This why you're late? Were you at the hospital? Jesse, what the fuck happened?" she asked as she glared at him and began to panic.
"Calm down. I'm fine." He held her shoulders.
"What's this then," she pointed at a scratch on his face. "Jesse?" she called his name as she noticed another scratch and wondered if there were any she couldn't see.
"I was crossing the street and I didn't see a car coming," he paused when her eyes widened. "Look, it barely hit me. I'm fine. My wrist is hurt because I pressed my palm on the ground a little too hard. And you know how sensitive it is."
She kept eyeing him looking for any indication that he was lying and trying to make it sound less serious than it actually was, then threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him.
"I'm fine, Bec," he rested his hand on her back and rubbed it.
"You should have told me," she tightened her grip.
"I didn't want you to worry over nothing," he smiled at her once she pulled away. "I know you can't help it but this isn't worth crying," he said as he stroked her cheek with his thumb noting how close she was to tears. "I'm okay."
"Look both sides before you cross the fucking street," she sniffed and buried her face in his chest.
"I was in a hurry and I couldn't risk missing out."
"You risked your life," she mumbled.
She was overreacting and was blaming her hormones.
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," he placed a kiss on her head.
"Promise?" she sniffed.
She looked up and rolled her eyes when he held his pinky finger up. She interlocked their fingers and used the back of the shirt to wipe her cheeks.
"Beca Mitchell?"
They both tilted their head when they heard a nurse call her name.
"C'mon, let's go see our baby," Jesse said and watched Beca get up then followed her when she began making her way towards the doctor's office.
He caught Rafael checking Beca out when she walked past him so caught up with her and reached for her hand, loosely holding it. He swore under his breath when she tightened her grip in an attempt to keep him from feeling the way her hand was shaking, hating that he was the reason she was shaking. He freaked her out and as much as he hated it he couldn't deny the fact that seeing her worried about him was reassuring. She still cared about his well-being. He was still important to her.
AN: What will the baby be? A boy or a girl?