Jesse had just gotten home from his parents place. He originally went to get Sam but stayed for dinner when his mother asked him to.

He closed the door behind him, Sam was in his arms. Walking in the apartment, he saw Beca laying on her stomach on the couch, her bag was on the floor, he picked it up. He eyed her for a few seconds, she was still dressed in the clothes he saw her in, in the morning.

"Beca are you dead?" Jesse asked. "Becs?" he made his way to her.

"Yes," she looked up.

"Yes, you're dead or are you just answering to your name?"

"Both," she buried her face in the couch.

"What's up, are you sick?" he asked.

"I'm not sick," she answered.

Jesse put Sam on the floor then gave her one of her toys and sat on the edge of the coffee table. "Then what's wrong?" he eyed her.

"Cramps," she answered.

"Menstrual cramps?"

"Yes, genius, menstrual cramps," she looked up.

"Did you eat?" he asked.

"I don't feel like eating," she curled up.

"You have to eat," he got up, "Go change while I make soup or something," He watched her as she bit her lower lip in pain.

"I can take you to your room," he offered and she shook her head,

"No," she took a deep breath then sat up, "I can walk,"

Jesse stepped back so that she could walk past him. He then went to the kitchen and started making the soup.

He let it cook and went to see how she was doing. "Bec?" he knocked then peeped his head, she was still in her clothes and was lying on her bed. "Are you still up?"

"Yes," she replied.

He walked to her wardrobe and pulled a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt for her.

"Change," he placed the clothes next to her, "I'm gonna be back in 10 minutes to check if you changed," he started to make his way to the door.

After 10 minutes he made his way back to her room, Sam crawled behind him. He hesitantly looked inside the room and was glad she was dressed in the clothes he pulled for her. Jesse looked down feeling Sam use his leg to support herself and stood up. He picked her up and walked into the room. "Beca?"

"Leave me alone," she moaned.

"I got an idea that I'm quite sure will make you feel slightly better,"

"What is it?" she asked as she sat up.

"Now, I know babies gross you out but trust me on this one." He placed his daughter on the bed, "Cuddle up," he gestured with his hand between them.

"Jesse," Beca watched him turn on his heels.

"I'm gonna go check on the soup," he said over his shoulder, leaving her alone with Sam.

Beca eyed Sam as she crawled her way to Beca with a huge grin on her face.

"What are you grinning at?" Beca asked.

Sam's babbling didn't make much sense to Beca. She reached for Beca but Beca dodged her which resulted in her losing coordination and falling on Beca's lap.

"I'm sorry, kid," Beca held her up, "Please, don't start crying," she begged watching Sam pout.

Sam then reached for Beca's hair and clench it. "oww," Beca tilted his head so that it wouldn't hurt. She tried to make Sam let go of her hair and was successful.

"You like my hair, huh?" she tucked it behind her ear.

"hair," Sam babbled.

"Yes, hair," Beca pointed at her hair then pointed at Sam's hair, "hair," she smiled at her then tapped her nose and made her giggle.

"How does this work?" she wondered, "Do we, like, hug?"

"Hug," Sam repeated after her then threw her arms around Beca's neck and hugged her. Beca hugged her back while awkwardly rubbing her back and it felt good.

"Okay," Beca pulled away, "That was nice, thank you," she hesitantly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her check and got an open-mouthed kiss in return.

"Becs, it's a little hot so you might wanna wait for a little," Jesse said as he walked into the room, trailing off when saw his baby kiss Beca.

"Thanks," she used her sweatshirt to wipe the drool from her cheek while Jesse placed the tray on the nightstand.

"I see Sammy attacked your face," he picked his daughter from behind and threw her up then caught her, making her squeal.

"That she did," Beca grabbed the tray and put it on her lap.

"Do you mind?" he nodded at the bed.

"No," she made room for him. Jesse kicked his shoes and climbed on the bed with his daughter. "This is Sammy's" he grabbed the milk bottle from the tray and placed it on the nightstand next to him.

"And, this is how cuddling works, Becs," Jesse laid down on his back while his daughter laid on top of him with her arms around his neck.

"I know how cuddling works," she glanced at him. "Just not with infants,"

"Okay," he rubbed his kid's back then placed a kiss on her head. "Wanna try cuddling again after dinner, with this awesome person?" he asked while he pointed at Sam.

Beca shrugged.

"That's a yes?" he kept eyeing her as she sipped her soup.

"Yeah," she answered. She kinda liked hugging Sam. "Soup is great," she said before sipping.

"Glad you like it," he sat up and hugged his kid who was nuzzling up in his neck.

"So, apart from mother nature's painful way of letting you that you're not pregnant, what's new with my favorite roommate?"

"I'm your only roommate," Beca said after swallowing.

"That's irrelevant," he shrugged.

"How?" she turned to him, "Never mind," she looked back at her soup, "I ran into Emilia today," she informed him.

"Who's that?" he stroked his daughter's hair,

"THE Emilia,"

"Emilia Clarke from Game of thrones?" He asked.

"Jesus," She turned to him and noting the smile on his lips she figured that he was joking.

"How was it?" he asked.

"Relatively okay," she shrugged bringing the spoon to her mouth, "She was really nice, it was weird," she added after swallowing.

"Explain,"

"Like, for starters, when I saw her I pretended that I haven't and walked away but she called me by my name. And, she joked about how 'we're vag sisters,'… I didn't know how to react to that,"

"Wow," Jesse laughed.

"Yeah, wow, it was probably the stranger conversation I've had in a while."

"Well, you are vag sisters. The two of you did screw the same guy," he stated,

"Gee, thanks for clearing that up," she glanced at him, "What about you, anything remarkable happened today?" she asked.

"A colleague of mine asked me out on a date," he informed.

"And?"

"I politely turned her down," he watched his daughter as she pulled away from his neck then kissed her. "She super nice and all, but I'm seriously tired of relationships. I don't think I have it in me to invest in anyone's life and get involved romantically anytime soon,"

"I know what you mean," she nodded. "Mother fucking fuck!" she exclaimed when the cramps became painful. "I'm sorry," she apologized when she saw that Jesse had covered his daughter's ears.

"It's okay… do you think you can keep it PG?"

"Yeah, that just slipped. I can keep it PG," she assured him and brought the spoon to her mouth. "It just hurts a lot," She explained.

"That sucks," he uncovered Sam's ears. "Well, after you're done with dinner, I'll make tea, to keep you warm...Unless you'd prefer hot chocolate,"

"Tea is fine," she shrugged then looked up from her soup. "Thank you," she trailed off.

"What?" Jesse grabbed his daughter bottle from the nightstand and gave it to her.

"I think my phone is ringing," she placed the tray on the bed and got on her feet.

"Crap," she said when she saw the caller ID and decided not to answer. "I can't believe I WALKED for this," she shook her head tossing her phone on the bed before she climbed back. Jesse reached for the phone, "Who's Guy?"

"Um, some dude that my friends are still trying to set me up with," she placed the tray on her lap.

"The clingy guy from like 3 months ago?" he asked.

"Yep, him," she nodded, "I told you about him?" she asked.

"Yes, you did. Damn, three months and he haven't lost hope yet?"

"It's kinda my fault," she grimaced, "Remember how last weekend I came home hammered?"

"Yeah, you sang a lot that night," he nodded.

"Anyway- I ran into him, which I'm sure wasn't a coincidence,"

"Your friends really want you to hook up with him," he remarked.

"Yes, they're playing matchmakers," she sighed, "I was pretty drunk and then he showed up, I flirted with him then gave him my cell. I'm just glad I didn't do anything else,"

"Well, aren't you over, Cris? Give this dude a shot," he shrugged,

"Yes to your question, and no to the latter. He's a nice guy and all but like you I don't want to invest in anyone's life. Relationships are tiresome,"

"You gotta fix this, though," he said, tossing her phone her way. "Don't drag the guy along,"

"I'll deal with him later,"

"Are you done with that?" he asked, pointing at the soup while tapping his daughter's back to get her to burp after he took her empty bottle from her.

"Yeah," she nodded then placed it on the nightstand.

"I'm gonna go make you some tea," he got off the bed, leaving Sam on it, "Sammy cuddle with Beca," he told his daughter while pointing between them then grabbed the tray and left the room.

"Cool," she watched him walk away then turned to Sam, who happened to be eyeing her. Beca took a deep breath then turned to the baby. It felt good when they hugged and she didn't cry. She worked up the courage to reach for her.

"Okay," Beca chuckled when Sam threw herself into Beca's arms. "You're just like your daddy, huh?"

"Dada," Sam pulled away to look at Beca,

"Yeah, dada," Beca nodded, "You love giving hugs just like dada,"

"hug," Sam babbled, repeating what she picked from Beca.

Beca wrapped her arms around Sam then leaned against the headboard, feeling more at ease about it by the second. She always feared babies and their uncontrollable sobs.

Feeling bold, she gently stroked Sam's hair and it made her squeal for some reason.

"You like having your hair stroked like this?" she kept stroking her hair. Sam looked up and reached for Beca's face and held it with her tiny hands.

Beca bit her lip in pain when Sam decided to stand up while she held onto Beca. The pain wasn't caused by Sam it was cramps related.

"I come bearing tea," Jesse said as he walked in. He had two mugs in his hands. "That is not how cuddling works," he added while placing the mugs on the nightstand.

"Your kid doesn't wanna cuddle," Beca said then watched Sam sit down on her lap.

"What are you talking about, she's literally throwing herself at you,"

Beca tilted her head to let Sam press her palm against her cheek.

Jesse sighed then reached for his daughter and picked her up, "Lay down, please," Jesse requested. "C'mon, tea will get cold, we don't have the whole night, and this awesome cuddle machine has to go to bed soon," he added when Beca arched an eyebrow at his request.

"Okay," she laid down.

"You're right about babies sensing fear, but you're not afraid of Sammy, you're just scared because you don't trust yourself with a baby. I'm here so you don't have to worry about that," he gently placed his daughter on top of Beca.

"Sam likes you, Becs, relax and cuddle," Jesse said noting how stiff Beca was.

She nodded and rubbed Sam's back.

"I'll be right back," Jesse said as he turned on his heels.

"What?" Beca looked up but got her focus back on the child on top of her. "You're supposed to make me feel better, huh?" she wrapped her arms around the baby then loosened her hold feeling her move. Sam crawled up and threw her arms up with her head in Beca's neck.

"What do I do?" she asked.

"You either rub her back or you just lay there," Jesse answered as he sat on the bed and placed his laptop on the bed.

"We're watching a movie," he informed Beca while starting up his laptop.

"You know I don't like movies," Beca started to rub Sam's back, enjoying cuddling with her.

"I'm planning on changing that, pal." He pulled his laptop closer to him, "I'm gonna answer a few e-mails first, then I'm taking Sammy to bed before we put on a movie to watch."

"I'm probably going to fall asleep during the first act," she informed him,

"I don't care," he shrugged. "You got a favorite genre?"

"Horror, like anything with blood and gore,"

"Okay," he nodded and started to type, "I can dig up some interesting graphic horror movies,"

"Or we could watch something else," she tried to sit up while still holding Sam close to her.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked without looking her way.

"Porn," she whisper-yelled.

"That is actually a great genre," he nodded, briefly glancing at her. "Great pick,"

"Thank you," she looked down at Sam when she looked up from her neck. "I think Sammy wants her daddy," Beca smiled at Sam who was looking her father as he typed an e-mail.

"Daddy is kinda busy," he replied slowly. "Could you distract her for like 10 minutes, please?" Jesse requested.

"Sure," Beca nodded. If she were being honest, she didn't want let go of Sam, it felt good to cuddle with her, it was her own distraction from the pain cramps brought.

"And, I'm done," he looked away from his laptop. Sam was falling asleep with her head on Beca's chest. Beca was on her phone while she absentmindedly rubbed Sam's back.

"Yay," Beca's tone was nonchalant, she wasn't paying much attention.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Okay," she shrugged then looked up from her phone and at Sam, "She dozed off," she said in surprise.

"Yeah," Jesse nodded then gently reached over and picked his daughter from Beca's hold that made Beca feel a sense of emptiness. It felt great to have a warm tiny person in her arms.

"I'll be right back," Jesse whispered-yelled then took off.

In a few minutes, Jesse was back, the room was empty. He heard noises coming from the kitchen.

Beca was by the stove. She glanced back feeling his gaze. "Tea got cold," she said then looked back in front of her and at the teapot.

"Huh." He made his way to her.

"Yeah, you were answering e-mails for like half an hour I think," she glanced at him when he stood next to her.

"So, as I was putting Sam to bed, I figured out what movie I'm gonna make you watch,"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep, a very graphic horror movie I saw a while back. It's called V/H/S, you'll like it."

"That's nice," she picked up the teapot and refilled the mugs.

"But first tell me, do you get motion sick?" he asked. "This movie is a found footage movie, I don't want you to get sick,"

"I don't get motion sick," she handed him his mug then turned on her heels.

"Do not wake me up when I fall asleep," she warned.

"Don't worry, I'll let myself out if you doze off," he assured her.

The movie caught Beca's attention and unlike what she expected, she didn't fall asleep during the first act. The main reason she stayed up for most of the movie was the way Jesse reacted to blood and gore and jump scares. It was fun to watch him watch a movie. But she did doze off at some part of the movie, and got into a very cozy dream, she didn't recall much of it. When she woke up she could remember the feelings of an arm wrapped around her, it was warm, it felt really cozy. She didn't want to open her eyes and end what was left of the dream, but she did and it wasn't a dream. Jesse had his arms wrapped around her.

She looked up as he was pressing her against his chest in his sleep. She wanted to scratch his stubble, it was quite sexy in her opinion. She dismissed the idea right away. Part of her wanted to wake him up and send him to his room, but it felt nice to be in his arms. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand, it read 4:33 am. She slowly sat up, trying hard not to wake him up, to put his laptop aside and go to the bathroom.

When she came back she eyed him for a few seconds then decided not to wake him up, that he could spend the next few hours in her bed. She figured she'd just keep her distance from him.

Beca laid back, she first gave him her back then shifted on her other side and faced him. The more she looked at him the more she wanted to scratch his stubble. She closed her eyes and hoped she'd fall back asleep soon but the itch to touch his face was keeping her from sleeping. She reached for his face and gently scratch it as she was about to pull away he rested his hand over hers then pulled her close to him.

He sighed and wrapped her in his arms, she didn't fight him and felt him place a kiss on her head, and, fell asleep shortly after that.

Few hours later,

Jesse woke up with a numb arm. He rubbed his eyes then leaned back to look at Beca who was curled up. His arm was around her, keeping her close to him, which explained the numbness.

He glanced at the clock, it read 6:50 am. He looked back at Beca when she snuggled up to him. She looked quite vulnerable and peaceful. She was getting a stray lock of her hair away from her face by rubbing her face against his chest. He reached and tucked it behind her ear then rested his hand on her cheek, stroking it.

He should leave the bed, and he knew that. But she was snuggling up to him and felt nice against his chest. He didn't understand how and why he spend the night in her bed. The last thing he remembered was that they got to the fourth story out of six when he felt her lean against him. He was about to shut the laptop and leave like he told her he would but she told him that she was still watching and was just resting her eyes from all the shakiness, then it went blank after that.

"Stop staring," Beca said in a raspy voice then cleared her throat.

Her voice cut his train of thought.

"I can feel you staring, you know?" she had a smile on her lips but didn't open her eyes.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I spend the night here,"

"Yeah," she nodded, "What time is it?" she asked,

"Um, a little over seven am," he answered. She sighed then sat up.

"Good morning," she rubbed her eyes.

"I'm sorry about sleeping over," he apologized as he sat up.

"It's alright," she shrugged.

"I don't even know when I fell asleep," Jesse stretched.

"Me neither," she got off the bed.

"Why is my laptop on the floor?" he asked.

"I put it there," she answered as she went through her closet. "I woke up around four in the morning to use the bathroom," she glanced at him.

Noting the surprised look on his face she smiled to herself. "I wouldn't wake anyone at four am to send them to sleep in a different room." She said to clarify why she let him spend the night. "I shared my bed with friends before," she shrugged.

"And you cuddle with them in your sleep?" he asked as he got on his feet.

"Sometimes," she answered then turned on her heels with the outfit she picked for the day in her hands.

"Oh, yeah?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Dude, I'm trying not to make this weird," she held his gaze.

"It's weird, you're a weirdo, I'm a weirdo. Embrace the weirdness of our friendship," he said before breaking eye contact and walking out of the room.