"I don't get it," Stacie said as she finished applying makeup.

"Huh?" Beca looked up from her laptop.

"I don't get what you and Jesse are doing," Stacie shrugged stepping into the room. "I mean, are you dating? Are you just fuckin' around? Are going to get married?" she wondered while wearing her boots.

"Well, for now, we're just trying figure things out," Beca sighed.

"Whatever the fuck that mean," Stacie murmured and Beca heard her.

"We're seeing each other but not exclusively anymore," she told her friend.

"So, you two have been seeing other people?" Stacie wondered in surprise.

"I'm not seeing anyone. I don't know about Jesse. But we talked about it, we're not exclusive he can fuck whoever he likes."

Stacie nodded.

"This is cute," Beca mumbled eyeing the Christmas baby outfit on the web page she clicked on.

"Buy it," Stacie said after walking to the bed and peeking into the laptop screen.

Beca shook her head. "Bought him a shit load of clothes already."

"It is never enough when it comes baby clothes everyone knows that."

"Must have missed that one." Beca closed the clothes tab and went back to her work e-mails.

"Please keep it low if you bring someone home later," Beca said to her friend who was shrugging on her coat.

"Call me if you need anything," Stacie said over her shoulders completely ignoring what Beca said.

"Okay," Beca sighed and loaded the baby clothes page deciding to just buy the outfit and ended up ordering more clothes than she should have.

Beca eventually emptied the cart and closed her laptop because it was just too many clothes. "I buy him stuff when he's born," she thought out loud and got out of bed.

She huffed not knowing if she wanted to eat or pee first then decided on the latter.

It had been almost a week since she had moved into the penthouse. She hired a moving company to move her belongings from self-storage unit—'cause after moving together, they couldn't both put their furniture in the apartment— and bought all the electronic stuff she needed as an adult then moved into her new home.

She felt homesick and wanted to be with Jesse at their apartment—it was still hers too because they leased it together—but knew that feeling homesick was normal after living with Jesse for a year, she just had to wait for the feeling to go away.

Stacie was the main reason Beca moved into the penthouse so soon. She used her friend as an excuse to sack up and stop pushing it back.

Beca went to the kitchen to make herself something to eat and found herself biting her nails as she stared at her phone while waiting for the soup to heat up. She wanted to call Jesse. She wanted to ask if he could come over. She shook her head and put her phone on the kitchen island and ran her fingers through her hair. "What am I, a highschooler?" she murmured as she walked to the microwave to get the soup.

Beca was eating and talking herself into liking the soup she was eating when her phone chimed with a text. She grabbed her phone and unlock it to answer when she found a text from Jesse that read: 'I made too much banana bread can I bring you some?'

Beca: 'Yes.'

Jesse: 'Well, it's better eaten fresh.'

Beca smiled reading his text.

Beca: 'I don't stay up late. Hurry up.'

Jesse: 'I'm on my way!'

Beca sucked her teeth putting her phone down and sighed wondering if she should wear something nice and maybe wear some "natural" makeup for Jesse. They had been dating for so long she felt comfortable enough around him—he saw her on her worst days— and didn't need to look pretty all the time. But given their current situation, which oddly felt like early stages of seeing someone, she figured she should pull the effort.

And, so she pulled some effort and wore enough makeup she didn't look sick but the sweatpants and oversized sweatshirt stayed.

"Hi," Jesse grinned when he step out of the elevator and inside the penthouse found Beca waiting for him.

"Hi."

"Here you go," he said after pulling the banana bread from his back bag.

"Thanks," she thanked him, accepting it from him.

"Stacie went out?" he wondered as he shrugged off his coat and followed her.

"Yeah," Beca said over her shoulder.

Jesse nodded and put his coat on the coach before he took his beanie and gloves while walking to the kitchen where Beca was. He put the beanie and gloves on the kitchen island.

"I was making tea before you rung the bell," Beca told him. "Want a mug?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," he smiled when she tilted her head.

"Here you go," she said handing him a mug.

He took a sip then look at some boxes that still had to be unpacked.

"What are those?" he asked.

"Some stuff mom sent. Says that I should keep my stuff since I own a home now," Beca told him as she added sugar to her mug of tea.

"What stuff?" he wondered and took a sip.

"Mainly pictures." She cut some bread to eat. "Stuff from my childhood." Beca walked to the couch and took a seat.

Jesse was digging into a box in mere seconds. He pulled an album. "Aw, Becs, you were adorable," he said as he flipped through the album.

"I wouldn't be jealous if Joseph looked anything like this when he turns Three?" He tapped his finger on the picture he was talking about.

"Five," she corrected after glancing at the picture he pointed at. "And be jealous of what exactly?" she asked.

"Jealous that he'd look more like you," he shrugged. "I mean I really want him to look like you but still want him to look like me."

"Uh-huh," she nodded as she ate at a slow pace while processing his words. He put the album back inside the box and walked to his back bag.

"I saw this bodysuit on my way here and couldn't resist buying it," Jesse said as he pulled a baby bodysuit that had a mistletoe printed on it from his back bag.

"Whatcha think?" he asked as he held it for her to see.

"Cute," she smiled.

He walked to the couch and leaned over. "Bec, doesn't this mean we have to kiss now?" he asked playing dumb.

She looked up and saw how he was holding the bodysuit over her head in a way the printed mistletoe was facing down.

"Nope," she answered tossing some bread into her mouth.

"I think it does," he disagreed as he leaned in.

"Dude, I'm eating," Beca mumbled. He sighed and placed a small peck on her forehead.

Jesse grabbed his mug and sat down next to her.

"This is good, Jesse," Beca told him.

"Want more?" he asked noting the fact that she had already finished.

"No, I'm gonna have the rest for breakfast," she said.

He rested his elbow against the couch and kept eyeing her with dreamy eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she wondered.

"You look so pretty, Becs," he said.

"You got a new haircut?" she asked, suddenly feeling nervous that he'd point out the makeup and she'd have to explain the very normal thing she did.

He nodded. "You like it?" he asked tilting his head so that she could see.

"Uh-huh, very adult," she said not knowing how to express herself better.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Well, am I one." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"No, like, these days dudes' hairdos look less like hairdos and more like makeup brushes," she told him and reached over to touch his hair. "I don't know why, but seeing a grown man with crazy hair makes him look like he's held back in high school or something."

"Okay, grandma," he said in amusement.

She shrugged and brought the mug of tea to her lips.

"Bec, when are the moving people going to finish unpacking your stuff?" he asked as he looked at the several boxes laying around.

"The moving people just move furniture, they don't unpack," she told him. "I'll eventually do it," she shrugged.

"No, I'll do it," he said.

She tilted her head to look at him. "You don't have to."

"Beca, I know you. Joseph would be scooting around and these boxes won't get unpacked," he told her.

"That is an exaggeration!" she scoffed

"Really? Okay, what about the Christmas tree from two years ago?" He arched an eyebrow. "That tree, along with the Christmas decor, stayed in your living room 'til July," he reminded her.

"That year was busy for me, I was barely at home and when I was I'd be sleeping," she argued.

"And, now you're pregnant. 21 weeks pregnant. And you complain about walking."

Beca sighed giving in.

"Doc, says, I'm gonna gain a lot of weight from now on," she informed him. "I'm gonna become a human whale!"

"Shut up," he chuckled. "You'll gain just enough weight." He put his mug down and scooted closer to her, resting his hand on her belly.

Beca cupped his cheek and guided him to her lips. He kissed her tenderly and felt her hand make its way to the back of his neck pulling him closer to her.

The hand resting on her belly moved to the sweatshirt's zipper undoing it.

He sighed against her lips gently cupping her breast over the fabric of her cotton t-shirt. She pulled him even closer while gripping his hair.

"Bed. Bed, now!" Beca pulled away. He nodded and got up then extended his arm. She took his hand and carefully got on her feet.

"My nipples have been leaking this yellowish thing. Doc says it's the first liquid boobs produce in process of making milk. So, keep your mouth away 'cause it's gross."

"Gross?" He tilted his head and he stepped inside her bedroom.

"Yeah. Really gross. And my boobs are getting veiny, ugh." She grimaced. "My t-shirt is gonna stay," she decided.

"What? No!" he shook his head and let go of her hand to cup her face. "Nothing about you is gross. You're hot as hell."

"Sure," she said not sounding convinced.

"Beca, I'm serious. You're amazing in every sense of the word." He paused to swallow. "I can't get enough of you. It's like I've been watching the theatrical version of the lord of the rings movies for so long which is great then got to see the extended edition and it's fucking amazing."

His analogy got an eye roll.

"I feel like a borderline creep for thinking so much about you," he continued to say, ignoring her eye roll.

His words were sweet and made her feel better about herself and most importantly made her want him more.

"Everyone thinks about sex, don't worry, it's normal," she told him and leaned up to kiss him.

"You think I'm here for sex?" he frowned pulling away.

"Well." She paused scratching her temple. "Yeah," she nodded.

"Hey, dude, cmon." She sighed when he stepped away from her. "What's going on here?" she wondered when he started to pace back and forth in front of her.

"I'm thinking," he said.

Beca watched him for a while then took a seat on the bed.

"Okay, so I lied about the banana bread. I made it specifically for you." He stopped pacing and turned to her.

"I know," she nodded. "Can we have sex now?" she hesitantly asked.

"I missed you and wanted to see. The sex part is great because you're great at it and I love having sex with you. I mean your body is," he blew a breath lost at words. "Your body is fucking amazing."

His words boosted up her self-esteem so she smiled.

"But it's not why I'm here. I came over because I just wanted to hang out with you. Talk about your day and tell you the stuff I did today and whole week since you've been ignoring me since you moved here—"

"—woah there, I'm not ignoring you," she interrupted.

"Oh yeah?" he challenged. She nodded.

"Then why didn't you pick up the phone and called at least once this week."

"Because I texted you."

"Beca, you texted me links of IKEA cribs asking if I think I could assemble them!" He rubbed his cheek. "Questions related to the nursery. But never about me or even Bender."

"Okay, how is Bender? Has he swallowed that annoying monkey toy yet?" she asked.

"Bender misses you," he spoke softly then sighed. "I miss you."

"Jesse, I've missed you, too." She patted the mattress silently asking him to sit.

He walked to the bed and sat down.

"Ever since moving out I've felt weird about contacting you. It's the same kind of weirdness you'd feel when you start seeing someone new. Now, I know we didn't really go through that stage because we were friends and roommates before getting together and you haven't dated anyone apart from me and your ex-wife who's your high school sweetheart so I don't expect you to understand it but that's how I feel about you right now." She tilted her. "And it has nothing to do with the feelings I have for you."

He nodded rubbing his chin.

"So, we're supposed to have sex and like ignore each other?" he asked looking up to met her gaze.

She put her hand over his. "Usually I'd just fool around with the guy when I first start seeing him. No sex. But I'm pregnant and I want sex and you're you. I'm sure that I want to sleep with you." She shrugged. "As for the ignoring—well it's not really ignoring, it's more like I don't wanna come off too strong. I don't want to look desperate. Like, seeing a man isn't a top priority and the dude I'm seeing has to see that without me having to actually say it."

Jesse nodded again and rubbed his face with his free hand.

"I know it's weird. And doesn't really work in our situation 'cause we know each other very well and I shouldn't feel weird about texting you or calling you but I do." She shrugged then patted his hand and pulled hers away.

"No, I understand," he told her.

They sat in silence for a few seconds before Beca broke it asking, "You think we could get back to what we were doing now?"

He eyed her for few seconds then asked, "did you just get home from somewhere?" He tugged a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Um, no," she answered. "I got off work and drove home right away. Why?"

"You still have makeup on," he said with a shrug. "Want me to go get you a wipe so that you'd take it off?" he asked. "You said it's bad for the skin. Gives you wrinkles when you go to bed wearing it," he reminded her of what she told him once.

"Jesse Swanson, you are a fucking idiot," she said in amusement and cupped his face pulling him into a kiss.

Jesse slept over because it's snowing and super cold and totally not because he just didn't want to leave. Except he didn't really catch much sleep. Few hours after they fell asleep, he felt Beca shake his shoulder.

Except he didn't really catch much sleep. Few hours after they fell asleep, he felt Beca shake his shoulder.

"Jesse, get up. I think something is wrong." Beca was punching his shoulder at that point.

"What?" He shot up at the words he heard and blinked. Beca was clothed which was odd considering they went to bed right after having sex and were naturally naked.

"I got hungry so I got up for a snack then I realized that I had to pee and I found spotting in my underwear," she told him as he got up and reached for his clothes.

"Calm down, Bec, spotting isn't uncommon in the second trimester," he said trying to convince himself that nothing was wrong.

"Light bleeding in the second trimester is very common ma'am," the doctor told Beca once she told her the reason they were at the ER at 1:40 am.

"We will run some tests—"

"—I have Preeclampsia," she interrupted the doctor. "I developed around the 4 months mark. Um, it's genetic," she told him then glanced at Jesse who had confused look on his face because it was the first time he heard about it.

The doctor calmly nodded then proceeded to ask her a number of questions and checked up on the baby who turned out to be stable at the moment then he looked at her cervix before asked for a blood test. Beca tried to smile back at the friendly nurse when she finished drawing the sample then held her head once it was just her and Jesse in the room.

"Do I get you anything?" Jesse hesitantly asked from his spot on the chair near her bed.

She shook her head then looked up. "I'm sorry, Jesse," she apologized.

"Don't be. It's not your fault it's in your genes," he got up from his seat and rested a hand on her thigh.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm sorry you had to know like this," she choked on her tears.

Jesse leaned over and pulled her into his embrace rubbed her arm as he stood near her bed. "I'm not mad," he told her. Just terrified.

"Every time I tried to tell you I'd feel like shit because I'd be reminded that I'm failing at this whole thing," she cried.

"It's not your fault," he repeated and tightly held her close to him, willing himself to be strong enough for the two of them.

She was scared and he didn't blame her, he was pretty frightened himself but he knew he had to keep himself from freaking out because she needed him.

As they stepped inside the penthouse holding hands and tired both physically and emotionally they heard sex noises.

"You said you woke up because you wanted to eat, did you eat?" Jesse asked ignoring the noises.

Beca shook her head letting go of his hand to take off her coat.

"Come, I'll make you something." He helped her take off her coat then tossed it on the couch and got rid of his own coat before reaching for her hand and taking it in his.

She sat on a stool at the kitchen island while he made her waffles.

He put the waffles in front of her and placed a kiss on her head. "Are we this loud when we have sex, too?" he asked taking a seat next to her trying not to feel weird about the fact that he just heard Beca's close friend Stacie climax.

"How am I supposed to know?" she asked after a beat a little too harshly. She knew he was just trying move on and not let the scare they experienced affect them but she couldn't help it. She really wanted to mop around. And she wanted to be mad at him for taking the news of her illness so well. She envied him for being strong. And deep down knew she was actually mad at herself for not be as strong as him.

"You know how we could get an answer?" he asked, ignoring the harshness. She shrugged. "We make a sex tape," he told her and smiled hearing her chuckle.

"In your dreams, nerd," she told him.

"Oh, we already made a couple in my dreams," he told her.

"So a sex tape is like a fantasy of yours?" she asked forcing herself engage in what he was doing because it was probably the best thing she could do right now to save herself from the sadness she was feeling.

"Yep. A cheesy sex tape. I'm talking stud delivery pizza and cable guy fixing the TV."

"What kind of porn do you watch?" she asked.

"Only the best."

"Well, this kind of porn involves a lot of over the top sex noises while actual sex sounds more like running in flip flops," she told him as she brought the waffle to her mouth. "We can't make a legit sex tape if we go for the over the top porn."

"Thanks, Beca, now I have this to think of when we're having sex," he laughed.

She was swallowing and couldn't talk so she did the hat tip gesture as a way of acknowledging his thanks.

"What are you two doing up this late?" They heard Stacie so they tilted their heads.

"We were at the hospital," Beca told her all trace of amusement gone from her voice.

"You okay?" Stacie asked in concern. "Why didn't you call?"

"Jesse's here," Beca curtly said, feeling a lump in her throat.

"Bec had some light bleeding so we went to see if it was serious. It's not," he informed Stacie.

"Oh, that happens when the dick goes too deep it messes with the cervix, right?" Stacie asked sounding relieved.

Jesse nodded and glanced at Beca who was quietly eating.

Stacie then walked to the fridge and pulled a pitcher to pour herself a glass of water.

"Well, try not to break my friend's cervix with your dick, your son is right behind it." She paused to chug down some water. "You know screwing too much could lead to preterm labor," she pointed out then frowned when she heard a sniff come from Beca.

Stacie looked at Jesse in puzzlement and he just shook his head because she unintentionally made her friend cry when she brought up her biggest fear.

Jesse hopped off of the stool and rubbed Beca's back. "Bec, are you done eating?" he asked. She nodded.

"Let's go to bed then," he said and placed a kiss on her head. He stepped back when she got up.

Beca cleared her throat. "Good night, Stace," she said and leaned against Jesse when he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Night," Stacie said and looked at Jesse who smiled tightly at her.

"I'm scared, Jesse," Beca confessed as they laid in bed.

He felt his heart breaking as he wiped the tears that wouldn't stop falling.

"I know," he said. She'd been bottling up her fears and him knowing meant she didn't have to keep it all to herself which also meant crying her eyeballs out until she felt better.

"You heard the doctor, Beca," he told her. He wanted to tell her that he was, too, scared but she needed him to be strong. "You're okay. Joseph is healthy."

"He won't stay in the womb until he's due," she said and sniffed. "And I can't help it, Jesse," she cried and he held her closer to him.

"He'll get here when he decides to get here. He's like his mom, a rebel," he said rubbed her arm. "And it's not like we live in the desert. Doctors will make sure he's okay. He'll be fine." He placed a small peck on her forehead. "And when he grows up we'll tease him about being in a hurry whenever he is impatient and tell him that he was in so much hurry when he was still in the womb he decided to cut his stay short and arrive early."

What he was saying was so ridiculous she laughed.

"He's like you, Becs, doesn't let anything stand in his way," he told her. "I just hope he doesn't inherit your height too 'cause it'll be problematic if he did, it could screw his social life— I mean, it's cute when he's like a toddler but he will so get bullied in school and I really don't want my kid punching his bullies— since he's your kid, too, he could inherit your feistiness," he smiled hearing her mumble, "fuck you."

He wished she had told him earlier about her illness because that way she would have had to deal with it on her own.