AN: I tried and just couldn't ignore it...

"Do you think you can you go another round?" Beca asked when Jesse collapsed on top of her.

"I'm a couple of years away from turning thirty," Jesse said into her neck. "not a 19-year-old,"

"I know," she placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Give me like 15 minutes," he rolled on his back.

"No, you're tired, and I'm being selfish," she shook her head "4 is pretty impressive and enough, you should be proud,"

"You're not selfish, you went for a run and napped. You're pumped" he rested his weight on his elbow, "I've been up since 6 in the morning… I just need a few minutes,"

"You sure?" she asked.

"Yep," he leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek. She cupped his face and kissed him.

"Thanks," she said pulling away as she scratched his stubble.

"You're not gonna fall in love with me, are you?" he asked as he laid back,

"I was just gonna warn you not to fall in love with me," she snorted.

"Oh, you're the girl,"

"So?"

"Most rom-coms that have friends sleeping together end with the girl falling for the guy first, I'm just saying,"

"Well, this isn't a rom-com, and it's gonna take more than great sex to make me fall for you," she slapped his chest. "Besides, this is just to stop wanting each other, we're not fuck-buddies,"

"No, we're not," he agreed then leaned in.

"Listen," she cupped his cheek, "Once you get off my bed, we're never bringing this up,"

"Cool," he nodded, "Can I kiss you now?"

He got his answer when she placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her.

"If you need more time, we could just make out," she said when he sighed against her lips.

"That'd be nice," he placed a kiss on the bridge of her nose before finding her lips.

"Sam," Jesse jumped off the bed when he heard her cry. It was dark, he couldn't find his boxers. Beca sat up, covered herself with the bed sheets then got off the bed. It was hard to walk to the light switch, she got jelly legs. After turning the lights on, she kept staring at the light switches until he paced out of the room in his boxers.

She got dressed and made her way to Sam's room herself.

"Beca, she's burning up," Jesse exclaimed as he rocked his daughter in his arms.

Beca reached over and placed her hand on Sam's cheek, "Jesus!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah," he nodded, "Um, could you hold her while I go put some clothes on,"

"Sure," she took the baby from him and carefully sat on the chair near the crib.

"Thanks," he started to walk away.

Jesse came back in a few seconds, dressed in the clothes he was wearing earlier that day.

"I'm driving," she handed him the baby and walked out of the room. She slipped on her flip flops and grabbed her cell then went to the living area and picked her car keys from the coffee table.

Jesse was waiting for her by the front door.

Beca went to get coffee as they waited for the doctor to tell them what caused Sam's fever.

"Here," she nudged him gently when he didn't reach for the coffee from her.

"Huh?" he turned to her, "Thanks," he took the coffee from her.

"Jesse, she's gonna be fine,"

"She had fevers before, this is… different,"

"You're just worried," she gave him a weak smile.

"I hope you're right," he brought the coffee to his mouth.

Beca eyed him for a few second then hesitantly reached over and hugged him.

It was the first she ever initiated a hug, and despite being worried sick about his kid, it didn't go unnoticed by Jesse. He closed his eyes as wrapped an arm around her and ignored the warm feeling in his stomach this gesture caused.

He pulled away first and leaned against the wall, "Thanks,"

She shrugged and took a sip from her coffee.

"Mr. Swanson?" a doctor called as he walked their way.

Jesse looked up. "What's wrong with my daughter?"

"It's just a cold, but since she's teething it made her fever get high. I'm prescribing her some antibiotics to help with the cold," the doctor said as he wrote down his prescription.

"We gave her a shot. And her fever is dropping," he looked back at the test results.

"So nothing too serious?" Beca asked.

"No," he shook his head. "Her results aren't alerting,"

Jesse sighed a sigh of relief as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Your daughter is fine," he looked up and met Beca's gaze.

"She's not mine," Beca informed the doctor.

"I'm sorry," the doctor apologized. "I just presumed since you're here in the middle of the night that you're the mother, my bad,"

"It's okay," she shrugged,

"Can I take her home?" Jesse asked.

"I'm afraid we're gonna keep her here until her temperature drops, only then she can be taken home."

What the…" Beca trailed off as she parked the car.

"What is he doing here?" Jesse asked.

"I don't know," she shrugged shutting the car engine before she stepped out of the car.

Jesse pulled his sleeping daughter from the backseat after wrapping her well from the coldness of the weather. November in California isn't cold by any way but, at 4 in the morning, it was cold for a baby, especially a sick one.

"Cris, what in God's name are you doing here?" Beca asked as she made her way to the complex.

"Beca," Crispin hiccupped when saw her. "It's quite funny actually," he got up from the sidewalk, "I was out with the guys, then I got a taxi home, and somehow gave him our address,"

"Buddy, it's your old address and my current address," she corrected. "Do you need me to call a cab for you?" she asked noting how drunk he was when he got closer to her.

"No," he shook his head, "I could use a cup of water, though,"

"Jesus," Beca murmured.

"What are you gonna do about him?" Jesse asked.

"I know him, he's not gonna leave," she rubbed her forehead.

"Let him spend the night in," Jesse suggested. "He looks like he's about to fall on his face,"

"What about his wife?"

"What about her?"

"Jesse, this will look bad,"

"We'll take her number from his phone and leave her a text or a voice mail."

"Beca that cup of water, please?" Crispin said as he tried to stay put.

"Cris, give me your phone," Beca walked to him while Jesse followed her.

"Are you kidding me," she sighed when he handed his phone, "Battery is dead," she shook the phone Jesse's way.

"Put it to charge up," Jesse readjusted his daughter in his arms, "C'mon," he nodded towards the entrance. "Shit, I'm sorry," Beca walked to the door and unlocked it for Jesse because his hands were full.

"It's okay," he smiled tightly as he stepped inside. "Go get your ex-boyfriend," he nodded outside then snorted.

"Cris, what are you doing," She asked in a bored tone as she watches Crispin sit on the ground.

"I'm trying this new breakdance move a buddy taught me,"

"Breakdance?" she arches an eyebrow. "You're going to break your neck—I'm gonna count to ten and if you don't get your sorry ass in here, I'm closing the door and you're spending the night on the sidewalk," she said in a sharp voice.

"one, two..." she continued to count as she held on to the door. It was hard to walk and harder to stay put.

"God, okay," he managed to get up and made his way to her.

"Damn," Jesse said in mock awe.

"Shut up—Pick up your pace Cris, we don't have the whole night," she added as she eyed Crispin.

Jesse turned on his heels and started to make his way to the elevator when Crispin caught up.

"So, what you been up to Beca?" Crispin asked when they got inside the elevator.

"Nothing much," she answered curtly pressing the button for their level.

"Yeah?" he rested his hand on her shoulder.

"Yep," she shrugged it off.

"Don't you miss the old days?" he stepped closer to her.

"Hey, man," Jesse smoothly stepped between them, "I'm Jesse, we met when you came to get your stuff, remember?" he asked and didn't wait for an answer, "What's your favorite movie?" he randomly asked him.

"Singing in the rain," Crispin answered.

"A classic," Jesse clicked his tongue then started to hum the title song,

"Beca sings it beautifully," Crispin informed Jesse when he noticed how he was humming it.

"Now does she?" Jesse asked in amusement.

"Yep," Crispin nodded.

"That's good to know," Jesse glanced at Beca who was intensely eyeing the door. She was the first to step out of the elevator when it opened its door.

"Your kid?" Crispin asked, his speech was a slur of words.

Jesse nodded, glancing at her.

"A boy or a girl?"

"A girl," He placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Can I hold her?"

"No," Jesse laughed.

Jesse placed a hand on his daughter's forehead to check her temperature, she was warm but it wasn't alerting as they walked inside the apartment.

"Here's your water," Beca handed Crispin a cup of water and stuffed her hand in his pocket grabbing his cellphone.

"Thank you," he said, bringing the cup to his mouth.

"How is she?" She asked when her eyes fell on Jesse as she looked around for a charger.

"She's okay," he looked up with a smile on his lips.

"That's good," she said, plugging the phone, "You should go to bed, Jesse, I've got this," she nodded at Crispin.

"I'm not leaving you alone with your drunk ex-boyfriend," Jesse said casually, "He made you uncomfortable in the elevator… and besides, I'm not planning on going to bed. I'm keeping an eye on Sammy,"

"Dude, go to bed. You heard the doctor, she's fine. And if she wasn't he wouldn't have let you take her home." She turned the phone on and looked through his contact list.

"Do I call or text?" she asked Jesse,

"Try calling, she should know where her husband is. Waking her up is worth it,"

Beca nodded then pressed call and brought the phone to her ear. "She's not picking up," she informed,

"She's probably in deep sleep," Jesse shrugged.

"Or she doesn't wanna pick up," she turned to Crispin, "Did you have a fight with your wife?" she asked. When he didn't answer she rolled her eyes and pulled her own phone. She typed in Emilia's cell number and called her.

Beca watched Jesse as he made his way to his room to put his daughter to bed then looked back at Crispin. She pointed at the couch and he nodded and went and took a seat.

"Hello?" Emilia said picking up.

"Hey, this is Beca, I'm so sorry to disturb you at this hour, but Crispin showed up at my place," she rubbed her forehead, trying to think of a way to put it without making Crispin look bad, "He said that he mixed up the addresses and gave his old address, which happens to be mine, to the taxi driver. He's really drunk,"

"I'm really sorry he woke you up," she apologized.

"Nope, he didn't wake me up,"

Jesse walked back into the living area and stood next to her,

"Um, I don't mind him sleeping what's left of the night over," she added when Emilia went quiet.

Beca shot Jesse a worried look and he gestured for her to hand him her phone and she did. "Hi, Mrs." He turned to Beca, "Reed," Beca whispered, "Reed, I'm Jesse, Beca's boyfriend,"

Beca rolled her eyes at the word boyfriend.

"Trust me," he mouthed.

"Your husband's trashed and I was the one who insisted we let him up, not to hint that Becs suggested we leave him out she wanted to call a cab for him, but I told her it's okay if Crispin spent the night over,"

"He wouldn't have left," Emilia finally said and Jesse grinned.

"What? What is she saying?" Beca asked in a voice above a whisper.

"That's what Becs said. Also, his phone was dead, Becs just plugged it to charge its battery."

"Thank you guys for this," she thanked them.

"You don't have to. Do you want me to text you the address in case you wanted to come over in the morning?"

"Yes, that'd be great, thank you,"

"Sorry for waking up Mrs. Reed, goodnight,"

"Goodnight," she said before hanging up.

Jesse started to type the address as soon as she hung up.

"Did you have to lie?" Beca asked.

"You said it yourself, it'll look bad," he shrugged hitting send. "But if you had a boyfriend around she wouldn't feel threatened," he poked her shoulder and handed her the phone back.

"Are you gonna make him spend the night on the couch?" Jesse asked glancing up at Crispin.

"he can have the guest room," she placed her phone aside.

"Well, I think he's out,"

"Nah," she started to make her way to him, "Hey," she clapped making him jump, "Get up," she clapped again.

He groaned in response.

"Jesse I'm gonna need your help," She looked up at Jesse. He paced to her.

"I thought you said you could handle him," he said in amusement as reached for Crispin and helped him up.

"I can, but he gets all touchy when I help him to bed, and I'd rather not have his hands all over me," she explained, leaving out the fact that she could barely walk.

"But, don't you miss the old days?" he asked repeating Crispin's drunk words.

"Shut up," she smiled watching Jesse support Crispin's weight and carry him to the guest room.

Jesse helped him take off his shoes and lay down while Beca went to get painkillers for him along with a bottle of water.

"Why do you think he got into a fight with his wife?" Jesse asked watching Beca place the water and painkillers on the nightstand.

"Just a wild guess… Also, yesterday would be our anniversary," she shrugged then made her way out of the room. "If it has anything to do with him showing up here he's gonna have some explaining to do tomorrow."

"Wait, did you dump him on your anniversary?" Jesse followed her out.

"Yep," She nodded, making her way to her room.

"Harsh," he grimaced.

She stopped walking and turned around.

"I found the ring a couple days before our anniversary. Freaked out. Huge fight the next day. Followed by an awesome break up on our anniversary."

"Wanna hug it out?" he asked, seeing the sadness in her eyes as she talked.

She let out a humorless chuckle and turned on her heels.

"Goodnight, Jesse," she said over her shoulder.

"It's 4:30 am, roomie," Jesse watched her as she got inside her room and turned on the lights before closing the door behind her.

"One-time thing," he reminded himself before making his way to his room.

Next morning,

"You look how I feel," Beca said when she found Jesse in the kitchen pouring coffee.

"And, you look surprisingly great," his voice was hoarse.

"The power of makeup, my friend." She sighed.

He handed her the mug he poured for himself.

"How's Sam?" she asked, taking the mug from him.

"She's stable," he reached for another mug.

"You haven't slept yet, have you?"

"No, I have not," he shook his head.

"How are you planning on staying awake throughout the day and work?" she asked.

"It's not like I teach math," he shrugged. "And I'm counting on this to keep me up," he nodded at the coffee while he scratched his stubble. Feeling Beca's gaze, he looked up, "I'm gonna shave, I just need this first to minimize the chances of cutting myself." He held his mug of coffee up.

"You don't have to," she sipped from her mug.

"It doesn't distract you anymore?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Nope," she said. It was a white lie. She still wanted to touch his face, but his stubble wasn't a turn on.

"That's great," he said in surprise.

"I guess four rounds were enough to get you out of my system,"

"Looks like it," he nodded.

"I'm sorry, we agreed not to talk about it," she shook her head, rolling her eyes. "I should go wake Cris up,"

Walking into the room, she sighed then made her way to the bed. She shook him gently, "Cris," Beca called his named before deciding to tap his cheek, "Cris, get up,"

He groaned, waking up. She stepped back and sipped from her mug. "Painkillers are on the nightstand," she watched him as he sat up.

"Inside voices," he held his head. "How did I end up here?" he asked as he reached for the painkillers.

"I should be asking you that," Beca took a sip from her mug.

"Is that coffee you're having?"

She nodded swallowing.

"Can I have some?"

She rolled her eyes at his question and turned on her heels.

"Coffee is in the kitchen,"

Beca stopped by Jesse's room when she saw him lying on his stomach on his bed, next to his sleeping daughter.

"Jesse?" she knocked on the door. When he didn't reply she walked inside the room. "Jesse wake up," she shook him when she reached him. He jumped up and ran a hand on his face.

"You should call in sick and sleep," she rested her hand on his cheek and absentmindedly scratched his stubble.

"No," he shook his head, "I'm up, I was checking on Sam then closed my eyes for a little bit," he got up when she removed her hand.

"How the hell are you planning on driving like this?" she asked.

"I'll take the bus," he shrugged.

"And you're gonna drop Sam at your parents place also using the bus?" she watched him as he wore his shoes.

"No, mom is coming over," he informed her standing up. "I'm not gonna have Sam from house to house while she's sick… I should have told you about mom before asking her to come, sorry."

"No, it's cool," Beca glanced at the door hearing noises from the kitchen. "That would be Crispin," she said noting the frown on Jesse's face.

"I'll drive you to work," she drummed her fingers on the mug eyeing him. "But I really think you should play hooky,"

"Nah, I've got this," he shrugged. "I've pulled all-nighters before," Jesse yawned.

"Um, does your mother still thinks we're a thing?" Beca asked.

"Yep, and the fact that you smoothly avoided her for the past few months is making her believe it even more."

"I need to get rid of Crispin before she comes," she said in realization. Crispin was led to believe by Jesse when he came to get this stuff that Beca had moved on with him and pretending to be a couple while Jesse's mother was around was not an option.

"Crispin thinks we're dating," she said noting his puzzlement, "If he's still here by the time your mother shows up it could put you in a compromising situation,"

"eh, I'll tell her the truth when he leaves," he shrugged.

Hearing her phone chime she pulled it from her pocket, "Emilia is here," she looked up after reading the text.

"Perfect," Jesse started to make his way out, "tell her to come up,"

"What? Why?" she asked in surprise.

"To make her see how you're not a threat."

Beca followed him out while typing back a reply to Emilia asking her to come up.

"Are you planning on telling me why you came here last night?" Beca rested her elbows on the counter when she got to the kitchen.

"I don't remember," Crispin shrugged before he sipped from a mug of coffee.

Beca scoffed then glanced to her side feeling Jesse rest his hand on her shoulder. "The fact that yesterday would be our anniversary has nothing to do with it?" she arched an eyebrow while eyeing him.

"It was?"

"Dude, don't. You know I can tell when you lie," she said in a bored tone. "Listen, I don't know what is going on in your head, but please leave me out of it."

"That would be your wife," Jesse pointed out hearing the doorbell and went to buzz her in.

"How long have you been dating him?" Crispin asked.

"I met him at your wedding, do the math," Beca tilted her head to look at the door. Lying about the nature of her relationship with Jesse was easier than she had thought it would be.

"He seems like a very chill guy,"

"He is," she agreed.

"And pretty cool,"

"I'd set you up with him but you're already married," she clicked her tongue, looking back at him.

"There's that and the fact that he seems very straight,"

Beca frowned at his smirk then it hit her, he noticed how she was walking differently.

"Yep," she finally said deciding that her empty mug is a great sight to look at. "We got a very healthy relationship," she said sarcastically.

"Don't mind the sarcasm, she means it," Jesse said as he walked back to the kitchen.

"Totally," she said in the same tone.

"Shut up," he laughed, walking to the coffee machine to pour a second mug of coffee.

"I'll get," Beca said hearing a knock on the door. She made her way to the front and unlocked it to find both Jesse's mother and Emilia at the door, "Hi!" she greeted in surprise then stepped back letting them in.

"How are you?" she nervously asked.

"I'm fine, thank you, sweetheart." "I'm good,"

"Mom," Jesse made his way to them. He pulled her in a hug while Beca went to unplug Crispin's phone and gave it to him.

"How's my granddaughter?" Jesse's mom asked.

"She's sleeping," he informed, "Her fever dropped,"

"I'm gonna get my shoes and get going," Cris said as he took his phone from Beca. "Hey Em," he turned to her.

"I'll get it for you," Beca started to make her way to the guest room. She hated the fact that she couldn't pick up her pace and could feel being watched as she walked.

"Hello," Crispin nodded at Jesse's mother when he met her gaze.

She smiled at him in acknowledgment.

"Mom, can I get you anything?" Jesse asked as they walked to the kitchen.

"No," she shook her head.

"Um, I haven't introduced you," he ran his fingers through his hair, "Crispin, Emilia," he gestured at them. "Mom," he gestured with his hand at his mother.

"Nice to meet you," she glanced at Beca when she made her way back.

"Here are your shoes," Beca tried to bend down to place them on the floor and realized the hard way that it was a bad idea when a soft moan escaped from her, cueing for an awkward silence to take place.

"I tore a muscle working out," she lied, placing a hand on her waist. She knew no one bought it but felt the need to at least try.

"Maybe you shouldn't work yourself out so much," Crispin suggested, wearing his shoes and it took everything in her not to glare at him.

Jesse chuckled eyeing her.

"Yeah, Becs, you're healthy, you don't have to work out as hard as you do," he agreed with Crispin.

She rolled her eyes at him deciding not to say anything back.

"I'm gonna go check on Sam," Jesse's mother shook her head in amusement.

"Second room to the right," he informed her and watched her walk away. When she was finally out of sight he threw his arms around Beca from behind and pulled her to him before resting his chin on her head.

"Thanks again," Emilia thanked them as she eyed them.

"Yeah, thanks for letting me in," Crispin thanked her while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're welcome," Beca deadpanned, making sure to keep her stoic expression as she held Crispin's gaze.

"She might kill you next time," Jesse joked, "You should be glad she was up,"

"He should thank you then," she looked up. It came out flirtier than she intended. He smiled then pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"You're quite adorable," Emilia blurt out.

"Thanks…" Beca trailed off.

"She means me, Becs," Jesse said in amusement and she rolled her eyes at him.

After letting Crispin and Emilia out, Jesse closed the door and rested his hand on it, "We're pretty good actors," he said.

"Yeah, they bought it," she agreed, "I'm gonna go get my stuff," Beca turned on her heels to get her bag from her bedroom.

Although they were pretending, it felt natural. Beca blamed it on the fact they slept together to stop herself from overthinking it.