Saturday

"You know me too well," Beca dramatically sighed as she and Jesse stepped into a diner.

Jesse placed a kiss on her head and rested a hand on her waist. "C'mon, let's sit down."

They walked to an empty booth and sat down.

"Where did you find this place?" Beca asked as she took a look around at the diner that had a 50s feel to it.

"I googled awesome places in NYC for breakfast enthusiasts," he told her. "This place had a lot of feedback." He paused. "And, here's the kicker they make top notch waffles."

"Oh, now you're talking," she said.

"You know, this could feed a small village in Africa," Jesse said once the waiter placed their order for them. Beca ordered one too many waffles, bacon, pancakes and scrambled eggs and a smoothie to drink while Jesse settled orange juice and French toast.

"Haha," Beca laughed sarcastically. "Well, I haven't had breakfast since yesterday," she told him and pulled the waffles to eat first.

Jesse snickered and brought his orange juice glass to his lips taking a sip.

"So, you're hosting the party, huh?" Jesse said as he watched Beca take a bite from the waffle she was holding.

"Matt is gonna plan it," she mumbled. "And everyone at work is gonna contribute. I'm basically just providing the venue," she added after swallowing. "I'm gonna lock my bedroom the nursery and hang the keys around my neck."

"Why?" he frowned.

"I am not gonna risk having people screwing in either room," she shrugged.

"Great thinking, Becs," he said as he brought his glass of juice to his lips.

"Um, you should come, Jesse." She mumbled before swallowing. "I know it's not somewhere you wanna be in given the fact that there will be booze." She paused. "But you might wanna come and keep an eye on Christina," she hesitantly said.

"Why, has she shown any sign of relapsing?"

"No, well, you never know with these things, but she seems a little on the edge these days." She shrugged. "And Matt couldn't take a hint and leave her alone until she agreed to come to the damn party."

"Okay, I'll talk to her," Jesse said frowning. "What's wrong?" he asked when Beca bit her bottom lip in discomfort.

"Nothing. Joseph just kicked me in the bladder," she told. "And now I really need to pee," she huffed. "Shut up," she glared at him noting a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Oh, hey, Beca," Stacie said in a raspy voice as she walked into the kitchen.

"Hey," Beca greeted eyeing her friend who was wearing sunglasses indoors and if she were to guess she'd say Stacie was naked under the robe was wearing. "Partied hard?"

"I'm coming off ecstasy," Stacie told her. "It was really good shit," she added and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Oh, ecstasy. I haven't had that in ages," Beca sighed and dipped a cookie into the glass of milk she just poured.

"Do you have anything I could take for my head?" Stacie asked after chugging down some water.

"Yeah, check in the bathroom in my room. First drawer."

Stacie walked in heavy steps to Beca's bedroom that was on the second floor and came back several minutes later.

"How was your date?" Stacie asked as she hopped a stool next to Beca.

"Jesse found this 50s themed dinner. It was fun." Beca shrugged.

"No, the other date." Stacie rested her head on the kitchen island. "The one I didn't get to ask you about 'cause we have different sleeping schedules and all."

"Oh." Beca paused. "It was interesting," she slowly said. "At first it felt weird 'cause I'm like 7 years older than him and I'm pregnant but he's cool. A little creepy but cool."

"Creepy?"

"Um, he told me he went through my medical file because he was curious." She brought the cookie to her mouth.

"Well, at least now he knows you don't have any STI," Stacie chuckled. "Are you going on a second date?" she then asked.

"Hell to the no," Beca shook her head. "I mean, he seems sweet but with everything going on in my life I really don't think I can invest in someone's life romantically."

"You mean someone that isn't Jesse?" Stacie sat up and held her head while resting her elbows on the kitchen island.

"If things work out with Jesse it would be great. But I'm not ready for a new relationship."

"It doesn't have to be a relationship. You could just fool around," Stacie shrugged.

"See, I can't do that," Beca clicked her tongue. "I'm not good at the no strings attached thing, Stace."

"Okay," Stacie said then inhaled deeply. "I'm gonna go kick the dude sleeping in my bed out and take a shower," she added after a beat. "He's a cop I met last night."

"There's a police officer sleeping in my house?" Beca said in surprise. "Wait, you were on drugs last night… Why aren't you in jail right now?"

"He wasn't on duty when I met him. He was at the nightclub I was at as part of his friend's bachelor party and had accidently eaten a pot brownie. He was freaking out in the restroom when I was fixing my makeup."

"Let me guess, you helped him calm his nerves by hooking up with him?" Beca said in amusement.

"My makeup got smudged again I got bruises because of how hard he was gripping my thigh to maintain balance in the toilet." She showed Beca the bruises.

"Well it was worth it since you brought him home," Beca said as she eyed her friend's thigh.

"So worth it," Stacie nodded.

Hearing someone walk down the stairs the two tilted their heads to the source: a 6 foot 2 man with dirty blond hair.

"Hi," he greeted while buttoning his shirt that was missing a few buttons. "Stella?" he grimaced.

"Stacie," Stacie told him and got up.

"Right," he nodded and tilted his head to look at Beca. "We haven't met before, have we?" he asked her.

"Unless you arrested her before, no," Stacie answered for Beca.

Beca rolled her eyes at Stacie and said, "No, we haven't."

"I'm Andrew," he said.

"Beca," Beca introduced herself then brought her glass of milk to her lips.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember much of last night," he apologized while rubbing an eye. "Do you know I left my jacket?" he asked Stacie.

"You didn't have a jacket when we met, chum," Stacie shrugged.

"Oh, okay," he slowly said.

"Hey, dude, do you want a mug of coffee?" Beca found herself asking, he seemed very hazed and could use it.

"Yes, please and thank you," he sighed. He eyed her some more asked and, "are you sure we never met before? I never forget a face—kinda part of my job— and you look very familiar," he said as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Then you've probably seen her face on TV or something," Stacie held her aching head.

"No, wait, I remember. My partner and I were at this bar because of a fight. You were there. I remember 'cause you were using a cold beer bottle to reduce the swelling on your arm and refused help when I offered."

Stacie audibly laughed.

"I wasn't part of the fight," Beca said to Stacie. "I was standing close to the fight and some equipment fell next to and hit me in the arm." She filled a mug of coffee.

"Here you go." Beca handed the officer the coffee.

"Thank you," he gratefully accepted the mug. "And congratulations," he added after glancing down at her belly.

"Thanks," she smiled and grabbed her glass of milk refill it. She glanced to Stacie and sighed seeing that she had taking off her sunglasses and was eyeing the cop.

"Pleasure meeting you," Beca grabbed her plateful of cookies and picked up the milk then started making her way out of the kitchen because she knew what Stacie was up to.

"I wouldn't go to the kitchen," Beca said running into Bumper as she climbed the stairs.

"Why?" he stopped in his tracks.

"Stacie brought a guy with her last night—they're in the kitchen." She paused letting him draw his own conclusions.

"Oh," Bumper exclaimed slowly. "I wasn't going there," he shrugged. "Amy's flight gets here at 6:20 pm I'm gonna go get all her favorite junk food. Want me to get you anything or come with?" he asked.

"I think I'm gonna go nap."

They both titled their heads hearing Stacie laugh followed by the sound of a chair getting moved. "On second though I'm coming with you," Beca added. "Let me just grab my purse."

"You're slow. I'll do it," he offered.

"Thanks. It's the black one on my bed."

"It's Christmas eve!" Bumper exclaimed at random, as he turned on his heels.

"It's barely noon," Beca said after glancing at the time.

"Shit is exciting," Bumper added rubbing his hands together as he climbed the stairs.

"Carly Rae Jepsen's career never started to end," Bumper waved Stacie off overhearing her conversation with Beca when entered the kitchen. "She made a record that no one heard so it doesn't count," he continued.

Stacie rolled her eyes as she brought her glass of wine to her lips to take a sip.

"All I'm saying is that having one catchy song ruins careers," Stacie said.

"Debatable," Bumper shrugged then bent to pull the steak he was making them for dinner from the oven.

"Can't wait to take a bit of that," Amy said from behind Beca who was eyeing the tray Bumper pulled.

"Looks awesome," Beca gulped her eyes following the steak.

"No, I meant Bumper's arse, but yeah the steak looks great," Amy hopped next to Beca. "Quick question," Amy paused to toss a fry from the plate that was in front of Beca.

"Shoot," Beca told her.

"Now that you're knocked up, do you spit or swallow when you give your boyfriend a blowie and let your child get nourishing by eating what contributed in making him in the first place?" Amy thoughtfully asked.

"You know the baby gets the food I eat after it's been digested and in the form of molecular particles, right? And doesn't actually eat what I eat." Beca said after a beat.

"Fact: semen has glycogen, protein, and some fats, so it's actually good to swallow," Stacie injected.

"Interesting," Bumper thoughtfully said.

"You still haven't answered," Amy reminded Beca.

"I am not going to answer that. A- It's pretty damn personal. B- Your husband is standing right there," Beca nodded at Bumper who was behind the kitchen island cooking them dinner then looked behind her hearing the elevator open and knowing it was Jesse.

"I'll answer," Stacie put the glass down and crossed her legs. "Beca has Pre-eclampsia which is characterized by high blood pressure and a huge amount of protein in the urine. Semen has protein, therefore, she shouldn't be swallowing because it will contribute in fucking up her organs," Stacie explained.

"Actually, I haven't changed my diet one bit. Doc says it wouldn't change shit," Beca sighed. "My body won't leaking protein if I consume any less."

"Hey, Jess," Beca smiled when he stepped into the kitchen while unzipping his coat.

"Mhm, it's smells amazing in here," he exclaimed after taking a deep breath. "Amy, hey!" he said as he made his way to them. "Great seeing you." He pulled her into a hug.

"You too," Amy said pulling away.

"What are you guys up to?" he asked seeing that Bumper was wearing an apron while Stacie sat on the kitchen island sipping wine and Beca eating fries.

"Funny you should ask," Amy slapped his shoulder. "I was just asking Beca if she spits or swallows and lets your child be fed by you know what," she told him as she picked up a couple of fries and brought one of them to her mouth.

"Uh-oh, you just traumatized the guy," Stacie said in amusement at the very shocked look on Jesse's face.

"Okay. I didn't expect this and I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear what you just said and move on," Jesse said after a beat then turned to look at Beca.

"Why aren't you playing Christmas music?" Jesse asked her as he poked her shoulder. "This isn't acceptable!" he said in mock-rage.

"You're in a good mood," Beca said.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he shrugged and leaned in placing a kiss on her forehead then straightened up to shrug off his back bag. He looked through it then pulled his iPod. "Good thing I made an emergency Christmas playlist," he mumbled and walked over the sound system in the penthouse.

"Michael Bublé. Classic," Bumper said opening the fridge and pulling a beer when the music began to play.

Jesse was singing along to Santa Baby as he made his way back to the kitchen. He grinned when Beca stood up.

"Move. I have to pee," she said when he blocked her way. He let her through and followed her while singing until she closed the door in his face.

Jess waited outside and kept singing along then grabbed her by the arm when she stepped out of the bathroom and pulled her to him so that they could slow dance.

Beca sighed and let him channel his inner Jazz star. She rested a hand on his shoulder and couldn't help but smile when she met his gaze.

"So, what's up, Jesse? Did you win the lottery?" Beca asked, still wanting to know why he was in such a good mood.

"The last project I scored just got released and is getting praised for the music," he told her. "The Playlist called it 'moving and heartwarming'."

"I'm so proud of you, Jesse," Beca honestly said and leaned up to kiss him.

"I think I'm gonna quit working at the company and just do freelance jobs," he said when she pulled away.

"I've been telling you that you should do that for a while now. You're too good to get assigned to work on projects." She squeezed his shoulder. "You got your name out there. Filmmakers know you. You shouldn't limit yourself, Jesse."

"Besides, freelance means working from home and having more time for Joe and Sam," he shrugged.

"Yeah," she nodded. "And you'll have time for the filmmaking stuff," she added.

It was his turn to nod. He watched her pull her phone from her back pocket.

"What's it called?" she asked.

"Lonesome Search Party, why?"

"I'm gonna tell people on twitter to watch it," she casually said as she typed on her cell phone.

"Christina is so good at social media stuff. She schooled me on the whole twitter thing and I don't feel out of touch with the world anymore. Also, people find my general hate for a lot of things and my complaints funny."

Jesse leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead as a thank you.

"She says I should join Instagram but I'm afraid it'll be just pictures of foods." She shrugged.

"You'll get the hang of it," he assured her. "I should go help with dinner," he added when she looked up.

"Bumper is weird when he cooks. Says to not interfere with him when he's "in his zone"," Beca told him using air quotation.

"Okay," he chuckled and began to follow Beca back to the kitchen.

"Hey, I talked to Christina," he informed Beca. "She told me—"

"—Jesse, do I need to remind you of what AA stands for?" Beca cut him off.

"Relax, I know. I wasn't gonna tell you what she said," Jesse said in disbelief. "She just told me what was up and I wanted to thank you for telling me," he pecked her cheek.

"Oh, okay." Beca paused. "She okay?"

"She'll be eventually," he sighed.

Jesse woke up in the middle of the night when he moved in his sleep and felt Beca's side empty. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand as he got out of the bed and saw that it was 4:10 am. He started to make his way to the stairs and, as he walked, he smiled seeing Beca standing in front of the huge window that he knew was one of the reasons she even bought the place—it gave an amazing view of the city and allowed them to see the skyline.

She heard him when he hit step on the last step of the stairs and tilted her head. "Hey, what are you doing up?" she asked in a low voice as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"I had a mini panic attack when I felt your side of the bed and didn't find you," he casually said as he made his way to where she was standing.

"You?" he wondered as he threw an arm over her shoulder and looked out of the window.

"Joe kicking. I had to pee. Hunger. My backache. You pick." She sighed looking up.

"Ugh," he grimaced. "I'm sorry you have to deal with that," he apologetically said before he leaned in and kissed her. "Did you put mustard on steak?" he wondered pulling away.

"Yeah," she sucked her teeth. "Sorry you had to taste that," she apologized and looked back at the view.

"Pshh. Beca, I once kissed you after you threw up." He rested his cheek against her head. "That time you got so drunk you made nachos with expired cheese and it gave you food poisoning?" he reminded her.

"I feel sick just thinking about that day," she said as she thought back at the day she spent in bed suffering because of the food poisoning and hangover while Jesse spent it trying to make her feel less shitty.

"I was just thinking of Christmas when I was a kid before my parents split up," she said after a beat. "You think you could come over for Christmas even if things don't work out between us?" she asked. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I fucking loved double Christmas— Dad trying to get on my good side by getting me all sort of presents that would piss my mom off 'cause he spoiled me so much? Best thing ever. It's fucking awesome.— But, I actually looked forward to Christmas when I was younger. Like, it is the one day my parents didn't pull their passive-aggressive shit and behaved like normal folks. And, I want Joe to have that. I want him to at least have one day when we act like a family." She turned around and rested a hand on his chest gently playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

"Doesn't have to be every Christmas 'cause, like, you have Sam and she deserves to spend just as much time as Joe," she shrugged.

"Sammy has Christmas with her mom and Hanukkah with me— well until she has to go to her mother's place after like two days," he sighed. "I'm always a phone call away, Becs." He paused. "You know." He cleared his throat. "If things don't work out between us." He pulled her closer to him.

"Thanks," she thanked him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head against his shoulder.

"Beca, I won't bail."

"I don't doubt that, Jesse. It's just you never know what life has in store for you." She shrugged.

"Life can suck it. Nothing will stand between me and my kids." He squeezed her in his arms.

Jesse rested a hand on her belly and grinned feeling their son kick.

"I think this kid is hyperactive," Beca said into his shoulder. "He very energetic it's exhausting," she complained but he knew she didn't really mean it. If one thing their kid moving meant he was healthy and she could worry less about his health and the odds of her health problems affecting him.

Jesse chuckled. "C'mon, let's go back to bed." He placed a kiss on her temple. She nodded and removed her arms from around him.

Jesse picked her up bridal style.

"I can walk, you know?" she deadpanned.

"I know." He held her close to him.

Putting her on the bed, Jesse didn't expect Beca to pull him down by his t-shirt. He rested a hand on the mattress to keep himself from falling on top of her and kissed her back when she kissed him then pulled away when she tugged his t-shirt up.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked.

"I'm always tired," she said. "Now, c'mere. I wanna make out with your face." She cupped his cheek and guided him down.

"All right." He climbed on top of her and kissed her. He took her lead, letting her take control over the situation. She kept tugging up his t-shirt so he took it off and felt her hands explore his torso making it harder for him not to rip off her clothes.

"Touch me," she mumbled giving him the green light to move things forward. His hand went down to her waist where he began to fumble with her sweats waistband.

"Jesse, wait," she pulled away and shook her head. He looked up. "I'm sorry. I can't do this," she shook her head, changing her mind.

"What?" he spoke slowly in confusion.

"I want s'more," she told him. "I can't fully get into this when s'more is in the back of my mind," she explained.

"Okay, I'll make you s'more," he said. "I'll use the stove to grill the marshmallow—"

"I finished the marshmallow I got it," she grimaced. "I have been eating so much of it. It's crazy!"

"I'll make a run down a store and get some," he shrugged.

"Thanks." She leaned up and kissed him forcefully.

"Got crackers and chocolate or do I get 'em too?" he asked when she pulled away. She turned thoughtful so he said, "I'll get them just in case." He pecked her lips then got up. "Anything else?" he asked as he reached for his t-shirt.

"No. Just don't take forever." She watched him run his fingers through his hair as he looked for his shoes in the dim light. "And please don't get into trouble," she added.

"Jesus, you sound like my mom," Jesse said in mock-annoyance. She threw a pillow at him in response.

AN: What do you guys wanna see in the New Year party? I'm bringing Chloe into the mix. So mini Bella reunion. I'd like to hear ideas.

Also, I'm gonna kick off the third act in the next chapter, i.e this story will end soon.