Checking the time to find it 7:14 pm, Beca was sure she wouldn't find Jesse's mother. She placed the grocery bags on the floor to unlock the door and get in.

She stepped inside the apartment, carefully walking. She saw Jesse laying asleep on the couch and his daughter peacefully playing with her toys. She looked like she was ready to go to bed, dressed in a onesie. Beca knew he wouldn't fall asleep and leave his sick daughter unsupervised on purpose.

The TV was on and was loud for someone who's asleep. She placed the grocery bags on the counter and made her way to the living area. She picked up the remote control and lowered the volume of the movie that Jesse was watching then went back to the kitchen to unpack grocery. She saw a note near the microwave with the message "Mom cooked dinner and baked dessert."

She checked in the oven to see what was for dinner and was pleasantly surprised when she found meatloaf. Closing the oven she glanced at the apple pie that she missed when she first walked into the kitchen and couldn't wait to have some of it.

"Hey kiddo," Beca looked down when Sam crawled her way to the kitchen after her. She bent down, placing her palms on her knees, smiling at the baby as she tried to stand up by holding onto her chair.

"You hungry?" Beca asked, placing the back of her hand on Sam's cheek to check her temperature, she was warm but it wasn't fever warm. Sam shook her head before she sneezed so forcefully she fell on the floor.

"Bless you," Beca chuckled. Noting the pout on Sam's face, she sighed. "Don't cry," Beca helped her up and was surprised when Sam held her fingers. "You'll walk someday," she rubbed her arm with her free hand and only let go when Sam held onto her chair again.

After unpacking the grocery while watching Sam crawl around, Beca put on dinner for herself after debating whether or not to wake Jesse up for dinner before deciding not to. He was tired. He'll wake up when he's hungry. She thought.

She ate while watching Sammy play around until she was crawled to the living area where she continued to play with her stuffed toys.

Hearing Sam cry, she made her way there, as fast as she could, ignoring the pain her soreness caused.

"Hey, hey, hey" she reached for Sam and picked her up. "Daddy is sleeping," she wiped her tears while rocking her in her arms as she walked back to the kitchen.

"You hungry?" Beca asked watching Sam motion to her bottle while sniffing as she continued to cry. "Please stop crying," she begged her. She reached for her bag and pulled her phone, googling how to make a bottle up. She sat the baby in her chair and followed the steps to making a bottle for her.

"I really hope this taste alright," she handed her the bottle. Sam took it from her and hungrily feed on it. Beca sighed a sigh of relief. She wiped the tears from Sam's cheeks then picked her up from her chair and made her way to the living area. Eyeing Jesse's sleeping body, she took a seat on the armchair in the living area.

He looked peaceful yet uncomfortable. He was sleeping in his jeans and didn't even take off his jacket nor shoes.

Feeling Sam lean against her chest, Beca looked down at her. Sam closed her eyes and was feeding at a slower pace. Beca was no expert on babies but it was clear to her that Sam was dosing off. She watched her as she fed and took the bottle from her when she was done and placed on the coffee table. As much as she liked the feeling of having Sam in her arms, she had to take her to bed.

She carefully got up and made her way to Sam's room. Holding her close to her by placing her hand on her back as she rested her head on Beca's shoulder.

Beca laid the baby down in her crib and watched her for a few seconds before walking out. She made her way to the living area, planning to get Jesse to go sleep in his room after he changes into something comfortable.

"Jesse," she called his name in a voice above a whisper. "Jesse," she tapped his cheek, gently, resisting the urge to scratch his stubble.

"What?" he sat up in a hurry, "Sammy 'kay?"

"Yeah, she's fine and sleeping, relax." She rested her hand on his shoulder, "You fell asleep here. Go to your bed Jesse." She held his chin up when he didn't reply. "You alright there?" she asked. He seemed dazed and confused, his eyes were red.

"Yeah," he nodded, gulping down his own salvia.

She removed her hand and stepped back.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, but you shouldn't spend the night on the couch." She watched him as got up.

"My neck already hurts, thank you for waking me up," he massaged the back of his neck.

Beca eyed him as he started to walk.

"Watch it," she warned but it was too late, he tripped on a stuffed toy and due to the fact that he just woke up and was exhausted he fell. She helped him up, quickly. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, eyeing his wrist then shook it and yelped. "It's sprained," he said, suppressing the pain. Beca dragged him with her to the kitchen and pulled a bag of bread stored in the freezer, pressing it on his wrist.

"I think it's broken but the fall wasn't bad enough to break it," Beca said in puzzlement before she looked up to find Jesse biting his lip at the pain.

"Jesse?" she pressed it harder.

"I broke it once skiing, there was some nerve damage. I'm not supposed to ever put high pressure on it," he informed her.

"You need to see a doctor and now," she held his other hand and placed it on the frozen bread.

"You stay with Sam, I'll drive myself to the ER," he said watching her reach for her car keys.

"No, I'm driving, they're probably going to give you some painkillers and you'll need someone to drive you home… It's not that late, we can drop her off at Donald's, he's the closest one, right?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

After dropping Sam at Donald's, Beca drove them to the hospital.

"You think we'd make another trip today?" Beca said as they walked into the ER.

"I hope not," he was holding his wrist and trying his best not to show the pain he was feeling.

"Sammy didn't have her night bottle," Jesse said in realization.

"I made it for her," Beca said as they walked to the reception desk. "She started crying and I understood that she wanted milk so I made it for her."

"Thanks," he said sounding surprised.

"Don't mention it."

"How can I help you?" the nurse asked.

"I fell and hurt my wrist." Jesse lifted his arm for her to see.

"His wrist has some nerve damage from another accident and he fell on it. His injury is serious but he is playing tough," Beca said pointing at Jesse as she spoke to the nurse who chuckled at Jesse when he rolled his eyes.

40 minutes later.

"Becaaw," Jesse hollered.

"If you want to yell my name I can go stand outside the room," Beca said as she made her way to the bed he was sitting on. She went to get coffee when she fell asleep leaning against a wall while Jesse was getting an NCV test on his wrist.

"No, please don't." Jesse sat up.

"How are you holding up?" she asked, noting the goofy grin he held. She knew the painkillers were doing their magic. The doctor informed her that they gave him a strong dose, which confirmed to her what she had already figured out, he was suppressing a lot of pain so that he wouldn't freak her out on the drive to the hospital.

"Never been better," he shrugged, watching her take a seat on the bed next to him "I can't even feel my face," he went quiet for a second then tilted his head to look at Beca.

"Don't," she said before sipping her coffee, realizing her was going to start singing.

"And I know she'll be the death of me, at least, we'll both be numb
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
But at least, we'll both be beautiful and stay forever young
This I know, (yeah) this I know" he sang on top of his lungs.

Beca sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"She told me, "Don't worry about it"
She told me, "Don't worry no more"
We both knew we can't go without it
She told me you'll never be in love oh-oh oooh"

He cupped her cheek when she turned to look at him.

"I can't feel my face when I'm with you, but I love it, but I love it
I can't feel my face when I'm with you, but I love it, but I love it"

Beca took his hand and was about to remove it when he leaned in and kiss her and naturally she kissed him back. It wasn't lustful kiss like the ones they shared the night before nor was it a peck, it was a long passionate kiss. Jesse was the first to pull away, he had a wider grin as he dreamily looked at her.

"Jesse you can't just do that," she mumbled. "You can't just kiss me, okay? I know the painkillers you're on are strong but it's not an excuse!" She tried to get up but was pulled her back.

"Dude, I almost spilled coffee on my shirt." She looked up, annoyed. She was tired and although she knew he wouldn't act the way he was acting if it weren't for the drugs they gave him he was starting to get on her nerves. She took a deep breath and told herself to let it go.

"At least, I could see your boobs then," he thought out loud.

"You're a perv," she said in amusement.

"I mean, I got to touch them but not see them and that is not fair," he pouted.

"Well, I'm known to be evil, aren't I?"

"Yeah," he agreed.

Recognizing the look in his eyes that said I wanna rip off your clothes, she jumped off the bed.

"I'm never getting drunk with you," she said thinking of how they'd end up having sex if they weren't sober because even when they were both sober it was hard to ignore the attraction. This thought made her realize the fact that she was still interested in sleeping with him. She let out a groan before she leaned against the wall.

"I'm a great drinking buddy." He said, not noticing her frustration.

"I'm sure you are," she took a sip from her cup.

"Miss," a voice called from outside the room. Beca tilted her head and found the doctor that treated Sam the night before. "Is everything okay with the baby that isn't yours?" he asked as he walked into the room.

She straightened up. "Sammy is fine, it's her dad," Beca nodded at Jesse.

"Hi," Jesse waved at him.

"Jesse hurt his wrist that happened to be damaged. We're waiting for the NCV test results to see if he needs surgery," she informed him. "Fingers crossed it's nothing serious." she yawned.

"How did your boyfriend hurt himself, if you don't mind me asking?" He asked, taking in her appearance: she looked like she needed to sleep.

"he fell, and he's not my boyfriend," she took another sip.

"He's not?" he said in surprise.

"Nope," Jesse answered from where he was sitting. "She's my best friend," Jesse had the same goofy grin on his face.

"And roommate," Beca added.

"Pardon me," the doctor apologized.

"It's okay we get it all the time," Beca shrugged.

"Okay," the doctor smiled at Beca "Nice seeing you again. I hope next time I run into you, it wouldn't be here" he gave her his hand to shake. Beca shook it. "Nice tattoos," she nodded at the tattoos on the back of his hand and knuckles.

"Thank you," he said letting go of her hand. "I'm Luke by the way,"

"Beca," she smiled at him then looked at the doctor that approached the room, recognizing him as the doctor that was treating Jesse.

"Dr. Walker," the doctor called as he walked in, holding the test result in his hand.

"Dr. Dallas," Luke turned to him then pulled his pager when it beeped. "Duty calls," he said reading from the pager then tilted his head to look at Jesse. "Hang in there, mate,"

"Thanks, mate!" Jesse said chuckling a little at the word mate.

Luke paced out of the room leaving Beca and Jesse with Dr. Dallas who was eyeing the results thoughtfully.

No surgery was required, and the need to avoid putting any kind of pressure on his wrist was a necessity to keep it that way. He prescribed Jesse a strong painkiller for the pain and sent him home with a wrist brace.

The next morning.

Jesse facepalmed himself when he woke up, thinking of the things he said and did to Beca. He agreed with what she said when he kissed her, they should never lose their sobriety at the same time. He was grateful she was a great friend and didn't hold him shoving his tongue down her throat against him.

Jesse bathed his daughter and felt accomplished when he successfully managed to only use his weak hand as his strong was in a brace. He prepared her bottle then made her cereal bowl and was more than glad when she ate all of it. After giving her the prescribed medication for her cold, he started to make breakfast while he chatted with his daughter who was sitting on her chair furiously chewing the peach slices he placed for her.

He was cooking bacon when Beca walked out of her room and to the kitchen.

"Morning," Jesse said glancing at her.

"Morning," she greeted in a raspy voice.

"You look like you could use more sleep," Jesse glanced at her again when she took a seat on a stool and rested her head on the counter.

"That's because I do," she replied, looking up.

"So why are you up?" he asked.

"Despite it being the weekend, the asshole I'm working with has some brilliant ideas and needs me in the studio as soon as possible."

"The one that woke up in Havana yesterday?"

"Yep," she rubbed her temples.

"I'm sorry," he apologized turning off the stove.

"It's okay, it's not the first time I worked with wacky artist,"

"Not for that," Jesse said placing a plateful of bacon in front of her, "I'm sorry for being the reason you're sleep deprived. We're both sorry for keeping you up," he pointed at his daughter who was looking at Beca.

"Sammy say sorry," Jesse asked his daughter.

"saw-ie," Sam mumbled as she chewed the peach. Her apology made Beca chuckle.

"You're lucky you're cute," Beca said to her then turned to look at Jesse. "Jess you have nothing to apologize for, Sam caught a cold and I'd be insane if I let you drive in the state you were in. And if I didn't drive you to the ER when you hurt your wrist I would be a shitty friend." She shrugged. "Get that frown off of your pretty face and tell how's that wrist doing?"

"Pretty face?" Jesse grinned and watched her as she rolled her eyes.

"It slipped, and you know you have a pretty face,"

"Okay, my wrist is doing okay." he ran his fingers through his hair then place the pancakes he made on the counter as well. "I made you breakfast," he said as he filled a mug with coffee for her, "Because you're a great friend," he handed her the mug.

"Thank you," she accepted the mug.

"Also, do you think you could forget the comments I made after shoving down your throat?"

"Already forgotten," she smiled tightly at him before she took a sip of coffee.

4 hours later.

Beca huffed as she closed the door behind her and started to make her way to her room.

"Hey," Jesse peeked his head from his bedroom, he had shaving cream on his cheeks and he looked puzzled, "you're home,"

"Yep," she sighed, "I didn't get to hear his genius ideas because he forgot even calling me."

After driving to the label and not finding anyone but security guards, Beca called the artist she's supposed to meet up with and he informed her that he forgot about calling her, and at that moment, she wanted to commit a murder.

"Douche," Jesse shook his head.

"Yeah," she agreed, unlocking her bedroom's door.

"Hey, Bec?"

"mmhm?" she threw her head back.

"Would you mind giving me a hand?" he shook the razor, "I don't want to have painkillers unless it's excruciating pain, and believe it or not, shaving hurt and I don't wanna cut my face using my weak hand."

"Sure, I'll help you shave," she shrugged.

"Thanks," he thanked her then walked back into his room.

Beca placed her bag on her bed then made her way to Jesse's room. "Sam's napping?" Beca said stepping inside his room.

"Yeah," he answered from the en-suite bathroom.

As she got to the en-suite bathroom, she rolled up her sleeve and watched him sit down on the toilet seat.

"On the scale of 1 to 10 how pissed off are you right now?" Jesse asked when she took the razor from him.

"A gazillion," she started to shave his stubble.

"Are all recording artists you've worked with douchebags?"

"Nah, most people I had the chance to work with are really great and ridiculously talented. But sometimes there's a snobby kid who's a pain in the ass, either with absurd requests or stunts."

"Ah," Jesse faked being cut then smiled when she punched him in the shoulder.

"Don't do that," she shook her head then turned to the sink to clean the razor.

"Damn, that hurt, Hilary Swank from million dollar baby," he rubbed his shoulder.

"You know you just have to say million dollar baby, you don't have to reference a specific actress." She carefully continued to shave. He shrugged at her words. "Hold still Jess, I don't wanna cut you." She rested her free hand on his neck.

"Did that doctor ask for your number?" Jesse randomly asked after a few moment of silence.

"Huh?"

"The doctor with the excellent bone structure, fancy British accent, and really cool tattoos?" he casually said.

"You were either drugged or too worried to notice anything both times you met him, how did you see his tattoos? I only noticed them last night when I shook his hand." She went to clean the razor.

"When you meet your nemesis you'll know the answer," he tilted his head to give her better access. She chuckled softly at his ridiculousness before continuing to shave.

"Still waiting for an answer, Bec."

"Why would he ask for my number?" she asked.

"Didn't you see his face when you told him that we're not dating?" He answered with a question.

"Well, he didn't ask for my number," she held his chin and tilted his head.

"He looks like the kinda dude to have a husky dog and an Instagram account with thousands of followers,"

"I doubt I'd run into him again so why the hell give him my cell number,"

"You don't know that," he glanced at her when she leaned in to shave his mustache. "I mean look at us."

"What about us?"

"I didn't think I'd run into you again in a million years,"

"Neither did I," she said as she finished shaving and eyed her work. "You're good,"

"Thank you," he took the razor from her hand. "You know, I kinda regret not taking your number the night we met," he said as he washed his face, "I honestly think that things would have been a lot different if I did," he patted his face gently with a towel.

Beca reached for his aftershave and squeezed a small amount of aftershave cream in her hand before placing it back on the sink.

"Things are fine the way they are," she rubbed her hands together. Jesse leaned in so that she wouldn't have to tiptoe to apply the aftershave.

"Yeah," he smiled at her when removed her hands, "So, you think I have a pretty face?" he asked teasingly.

"I complimented you, what's wrong with that? Friends compliment each other," she shrugged as she washed her hands.

"Nothing," he grinned.

AN: I just had to bring Luke into this. I got some things stored for his character and let just say you should get your team Jesse team Luke imaginary t-shirts on.

Thanks a lot of reading and leaving your thoughts.