Two days later.

"Sammy," Jesse called. Sam tilted her head when she heard his voice.

"Who's this?" He pointed at Beca who was sitting next to him Indian style on the floor.

"Mama," Sam answered.

"No, this is mama," he pointed at a picture of his ex-wife. He snapped his fingers to get her attention when she kept looking Beca.

"Who's mama?" Jesse asked her.

"Mama," Sam crawled to Beca.

"This isn't working, Jesse," Beca watched Jesse toss his phone then looked back at Sam who had her tiny hands on her leg.

"We've been trying for, like, an hour now," She said glancing at her watch.

"What am I supposed to do?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.

"I don't know," Beca shrugged, helping Sam sit on her lap. "Did you tell Sandra about this?" she asked.

"No," he shook his head.

Beca looked at Sam when she placed her hand on her cheek. Jesse couldn't help but smile when Sam kissed Beca.

"I take that you really like me, huh?" Beca tapped her nose while she wiped the drool that Sam's open mouthed kiss left.

"She thinks you're her mother. Of course, Sam likes you." Jesse sighed.

Beca reached for her phone, hearing it chime and Jesse watched her check the text she got and smile to herself before she typed back a reply. Placing her phone aside, she held Sam up. "Sam has to understand that Sandra is her mother and that I'm her dada's friend,"

"Dada," Sam repeated after her.

Jesse was about to reach over and take Sam from Beca when his phone rang. He didn't recognize the number.

"I'm gonna go make a sandwich, want something?" Beca asked as she stood up, leaving Sam on the floor.

"No," Jesse shook his head before he picked up.

Beca looked behind her, hearing Sam crawl as she made her way to the kitchen.

"mama," Sam said reaching Beca who was making herself a peanut butter sandwich.

"No," Beca shook her head, "I'm not," she placed the sandwich on the counter and bent down, "I'm Beca," she pointed at herself while holding Sam's gaze.

"Beca," Sam mumbled.

"Yeah," Beca nodded before straightening up. "I'm Beca."

"mama,"

Beca sighed then tilted her head, hearing Jesse's footsteps as he ran her way. He picked her up and spun her around.

"What is happening right now?" Beca asked in puzzlement, watching Jesse grin at her.

"I got it, Beca." He put her down and cupped her face. "I got the job." He glanced down at her lips then pulled her in a hug to stop himself kissing her.

"Congrats, Jesse." Beca hugged him back. She found herself grinning when forcefully kissed her temple. "Thanks," Jesse squeezed her in his arms.

He abruptly pulled away and picked up Sam up.

Beca wrapped her arms around herself, aching for him to hold her for longer. She blinking a couple of times, realizing what she wanted.

"Production was on the phone?" she asked rhetorically.

"Yeah," he was grinning as he placed kisses on his daughter's cheek. "I'm scoring the movie. They called to let me know that they expect me to drop by the studio on Monday." He kissed his daughter again, making her laugh.

"I'm really happy for you, Jesse," Beca reached over and rubbed his arm.

"Group hug," he said pulling her into his embrace.

"Is Sam patting my head?" Beca asked, feeling a small hand on her hair.

"Yep," Jesse nodded then let go of her.

"Dude, this is awesome," she took a bite from her sandwich.

"Totally," he agreed. "I'm so excited I feel like doing some back flips."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I mean, the little pressure you put on your wrist the other night made you wear the wrist brace," she trailed off as she found herself going back to the night she was talking about while staring into nothing.

They stayed in an awkward silence for a few seconds before Beca chuckled humorlessly and turned on her heels, taking another bite from her sandwich.

"What do you wanna do to celebrate?" Beca asked as she jumped on the couch and watched Jesse sit next to her.

"Nothing," he properly sat his daughter on his lap.

"Seriously?" she mumbled before she swallowed.

"Yeah, seriously," he nodded.

"You just got your dream job and you don't want to celebrate?"

"Well, what did you do when you got signed?" he asked back.

"I went out and partied like an animal," she answered.

"I can't do that," he chuckled, stroking his daughter's hair.

"Why not?"

"I'm a father of a tiny human being who needs me to be available at all times,"

"You can leave Sammy at your parents like you usually do when you go out,"

"It's not even the weekend, who parties on working days?"

"I do," she shrugged. "C'mon, I'm taking you to celebrate. You fu—you got your dream job!" she placed a hand on his shoulder then squeezed it.

"Okay." He grinned at her, "I'm in,"

"It is gonna be fun," she assured him, removing her hand.

"I'm sure it will," he glanced at her phone when it chimed again.

Beca reached for it and picked up from the floor then leaned against the couch, reading the text she got.

"When are you going out with Luke again?" Jesse asked, guessing that Luke was the one that texted her.

"Um, next week?" she shrugged, replying to the text she got.

"Cool," Jesse started to style his daughter's hair.

"Hey, Bec," he started to stay as he squeezed his daughter's cheeks together.

"mhmm?"

"Hypothetically speaking," he tilted his head to look at her, she was still texting, "If I were ready to go back to dating, how do I know the girl is into me? Like, I only had one girlfriend." He shrugged when she looked up.

"You're gonna start dating?" she asked in surprise.

"I said hypothetically speaking," he clarified. "C'mon, you're the experienced one, school me on the whole dating thingy."

"What do you wanna know?"

"Well, let's see." He pretended to think, "After how many dates is it okay to have sex?" he asked.

"It depends on the person,"

"After how many dates do you do it?" it came off as casual as he wanted it.

Beca looked back at her phone, "No particular number of dates, it just happens. I don't really plan when" she shrugged.

"I see." He nodded.

They stayed in silence for a whole as Jesse played with his daughter and Beca texted. He was dying to know who she was texting but didn't ask afraid he'd say something that would make him sound like a jealous douche if it turned out that she's texting Luke.

"Is there someone you've got your eyes on?" Beca asked as she placed her phone on the coffee table.

She was really curious to know if he liked someone. It surprised her to know that he was ready to go back to dating she didn't buy the "hypothetically speaking" crap. Although she wouldn't admit it, deep down, she wanted him to say no.

"Maybe," he answered.

"Do I know her?"

Jesse tilted his head to look at her. The tone of her question was weird, she sounded jealous. It could be just in his head so he decided to push his luck and provoke her.

"Why do you care?" he asked.

"Do I need a reason?" she sounded puzzled.

Jesse smiled eyeing her. He misread her, she wasn't jealous, it was in his head.

"No," he looked back at his daughter who was playing with the buttons on his shirt. "You don't need a reason." Jesse glanced at her phone when it chimed.

"Doesn't he have a job?" Jesse deadpanned.

"It's not Luke," she unlocked her phone. "It's Chloe, she has been Christmas gift shopping and sending me stuff asking for my opinion. So far, it's all crap." She showed him the photo Chloe just sent her.

"These are the ugliest pair of socks I've ever laid eyes on," he said in amusement.

"They're amazing," Beca said in sing-song as she typed back her reply. "About tonight, you can ask your pals to join in," she added.

"I'll ask them, I doubt they'd go clubbing in the middle of the week, but I'll ask,"

It took him a few seconds to understand her suggestion. She was afraid they'd accidently hook up again.

"I don't mind if you bring your friends," he said. "Not your boyfriend, though," he added fast.

"You don't even like Luke, why would I bring him? And, I just went out with him on a date, he's not my boyfriend…"

"yet," he finished for her.

"I think legacy is in town, I'll see if she wants to join us,"

"Who's that again?"

"Emily Junk," she answered, "I'm gonna text her and see if she has any plans for tonight,"

"Cool. You friends with other recording artists? Ask 'em too,"

"Actually," she looked up after hitting send, "Yeah, I mean, kind of, his wife one of my best friends,"

"Bumper Allen?"

"Yep. I'll check if he and Amy wanna go clubbing," she started to type in a text to Amy.

"Thanks, Bec,"

"You don't know my friends that well, I wouldn't hold my breath," she looked up after sending out the text.

"Thank you for making my dream come true," he reached for her hand and held it. She interlocked their fingers when she noticed that he was about to pull away.

"I just told you about the gig, don't thank me," she kept staring at their hands as he rubbed her knuckles.

"You know you didn't just tell me about the gig," he removed his hand when she got a text.

"Em just replied, she's in." Beca informed him as she checked the second text she received, "and so are Amy and Bumper."

"Great." He wrapped his arms around his daughter.

Later that day,

Jesse dropped Sam at his parents place. Beca then took him to a nightclub where they met up with Amy, Bumper, and Emily. He left a text for Donald and Benji telling them the news and his plans to celebrate. They both said they would come.

"No, thank you." Beca declined when Bumper handed her a tequila shot.

"Are you the mom of the group tonight, Beca?" Bumper asked.

"Yeah," she nodded.

The nightclub they went to Bumper was a co-owner of it, they got a VIP room.

Glancing up, she noticed that Jesse was smiling to himself. He knew why she wasn't drinking, and she knew why he had been sipping the same beer ever since they got there.

"You can all get hammered, I'll make sure no one dies," she assured them.

"Thanks, mom," Jesse held his drink her way.

"Ew, don't call me that," She cringed.

"Then get drunk and no one will call you mom, mom," Bumper drowned the shot of tequila.

"I'm gonna go dance," Beca got up and started to make her way out of the room.

"Me too," Donald got up after her.

"Me three," Jesse got up as well when he noticed that Donald checked Beca out as she walked past him.

Emily and Benji awkwardly looked at each other when Amy and Bumper started to make out next to them.

"Wanna-" Emily started to say as she pointed at the door.

"Yes," Benji jumped up and started to make his way out.

They joined Jesse at the bar, he was watching Beca and Donald dance while shaking a beer in his hand.

Jesse didn't like the way Donald was dancing with her and was trying hard to keep himself from going to them and pulling Donald away.

"Ah, hell no," Jesse murmured when Donald got too close. He walked to them and pulled him by the arm, leaving Beca in the middle of the dance floor, puzzled. She shrugged it off and continued to dance when Emily joined her.

"What the hell dude?" Jesse asked when they go back to the bar, near where Benji was standing.

"What?" Donald leaned against the bar.

"Why were you dancing like that with her?" Jesse nodded at the dance floor then couldn't help but stare at the way Beca was dancing.

"Why does it bother you? If you like her so much make a fucking move and I'll back off. But if you're not planning on hitting that I am," He shrugged. "Holy shit," he added noting the way Jesse was eyeing Beca. "When did you hit that?"

"A couple of days ago," Jesse rubbed the back of his neck. "And the night Sammy got sick."

"Why did you let me break the bro code? If you would've said something, I wouldn't have gone near your girl, man."

"Because she's not my girl," Jesse finished the beer then glanced back at Beca.

"So, she's your friend with benefits?"

"Nope," Jesse shook his head. "Can we not talk about this now?"

"Okay," Donald nodded.

"Just don't get all touchy-feely with her, not in front of me, at least,"

"I won't," he assured him. "Bros before—hello," Donald turned around when Beca reached for Jesse's arm and pulled him with her to the dance floor.

Donald chuckled to himself when Jesse glanced at him as he got dragged to the dance floor.

"You're not celebrating," Beca shouted over the music letting go of Jesse's arm.

"I didn't know dancing equaled celebrating," he leaned over so that she'd hear him.

"It does. Now dance," she started to dance herself, it wasn't much dancing as it was jumping around.

Grinning, he joined her, laughing when she and Emily did a synchronized dance. Beca gesture for him to do it with them and he did, poorly.

Jesse didn't notice Emily wasn't dancing with them anymore until Beca stopped and looked around for her. Watching her smile as she looked at the bar, Jesse tilted his head to look at she was smiling at. Benji and Emily were really close to each other as they talked.

"Looks like they hit it off well," She shouted over the music.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Poor Don," she went back to dancing. "He ended up being the third wheel,"

"He'll be alright," Jesse shrugged. "Hey, wanna get out of here?" he asked.

Beca froze eyeing him.

"Not like that," he shook his head, "I meant that we just get out of the nightclub. It's fun and all but I can think of something else that I'd do to celebrate." He explained himself.

"Okay, I'm gonna grab my bag,"

Of course, this is what you'd do to celebrate," Beca said stepping out of Jesse's car. "Go to the movies," She placed a hand on her hip and waited for him to join her on the sidewalk.

"Getting shoved around by strangers while sweating like a pig is fun but not as fun as enjoying a good late night screening." Jesse stuffed his hands in his pockets as they walked towards the theater.

"Totally,"

"Could you please for once, drop the sarcasm and be genuine?" he asked, amused by her sarcastic tone.

"Nope," she shook her head. "What are we watching?" she asked, slipping her arm around his waist as they entered the movies.

"Whatever they're playing tonight," he shrugged, playing it cool and that having so close to him wasn't affecting him in any way.

A couple of days before Christmas,

"Are you staying in tonight?" Beca asked as she walked into the kitchen, where Jesse was making his daughter's bottle.

"Probably. Why?" he glanced up.

"I'm just asking," she shrugged.

He nodded at her words then focused on the task at hand. A task that he did so many times he could do it blindfolded.

Jesse felt Beca's gaze on him, he knew why she asked. She was going out with Luke and he figured that he'd be spending the night over.

And, he was right.

Jesse heard them when they got in. It was around 11:30 pm when they did.

Any other day, he'd be sitting in the living area, watching TV, or playing some video game, but because he didn't want to witness them making out he chose to stay in his room.

He could feel his blood boiling in his veins when he heard them having sex, they weren't loud, but he could hear them very well. He wore his earphones and felt the music flow in the highest volume he ever heard a song in then started doing pushups to get his mind off what was going on in the room next to his.

It was a decent distraction. It was decent enough that he kept doing pushups until his arms gave up on him.

Jesse laid on the floor admiring the ceiling as he wiped his brow. Exhaling loudly, he removed the earphones and was content when he couldn't hear anything. Dripping in his sweat, he sat up and decided to shower.

After a long shower, he wore a pair of sweatpants and made his way to the kitchen for a cup of water.

"You're up," he said in surprise when he found Beca drinking tea by herself in the kitchen, wearing Luke's shirt which was left unbuttoned.

"So are you," she looked at him and watched him as he pour himself a cup of water. "Why are you up?" she asked as she buttoned the shirt. "Shit, did Luke and I wake you up?" she asked when he didn't answer her first question.

"No, I didn't even hear you," he lied before gulping down the water. "Looks like things are going well between you and him," he placed the cup back where it was.

"Yeah, things are going well. He's a nice guy."

"Good," he forced a smile. "What's keeping you up?" he asked, resting his hands on the counter, facing her.

"I felt like having some tea?" she held her mug up then sipped from it.

He knew something was up but didn't want to push it, if she wanted to tell him something, she'd tell him.

"Well, good night," he straightened up.

"Night," she eyed him as she sipped her tea.

He heard her audibly sigh as he walked away and didn't look back.

The next day,

"Beca," Luke sleepily called as he shook her. "Beca wake up, the bell is ringing," he informed her.

She sat up and blinked a couple of times before she could see right.

Luke looked like he had just woke up. She glancing at the clock on her nightstand and saw that it was 7 am. "Go back to sleep, Luke," She stroked his cheek. He placed a kiss on her palm before he laid back.

Beca got off the bed and walked to the front door. Pushing the button to talk to whoever was ringing the bell, she asked, "Who is it?"

"Good morning, um, it's Sandra."

Beca cleared her throat as she listened to Sandra.

"Jesse's ex-wife."

"Yeah, I know who you are,"

"I got back home around 3 am and I hope you could understand why I'm here this early on a weekend."

"I do," Beca sighed as she buzzed her in.

"Thank you,"

Beca started to make her way to Jesse's room, rubbing her eyes. She slept for roughly 3 hours.

"Jesse," Beca knocked then peeked her head when he didn't answer to his name. She walked in and shook him as she got to his bed. "Jesse get up,"

Jesse sat up in a hurry, "Is Sammy alright?" he asked.

"She's fine," Beca stepped back. "Sandra is here. I've just buzzed her in," she informed him.

"Sandra?"

"Yep." Beca nodded. "She should be knocking in a few," Beca stifled a yawn.

"Okay, thanks," Jesse nodded, getting off the bed. He walked to his closet and pulled a sweatshirt, glancing at Beca as she walked out of the room to get the door.

"Jesse is getting dressed," Beca said as she let Sandra in.

"Okay," Sandra eyed her.

"Is everything okay there, love?" Luke asked as he rested his arm on the doorway.

"Yeah, everything is fine," she smiled at him. "Um, Luke, Sandra Jesse's ex-wife," Beca yawned gesturing between them.

"Enchanted," Luke nodded curtly at Sandra then glanced at Jesse. "Morning, mate,"

"Morning, Luke." Jesse nodded at him.

"I'll leave you to it," Beca looked between Jesse and Sandra before she started to make her way back to her room.

Luke frowned watching Beca walk into the room then stopped her, holding her chin up to look into her eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I didn't really sleep well last night,"

"Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?" he let go of her chin.

"No, I'm fine." She assured him. "Let's go back to bed," she grabbed his hand and made her way to bed.

"You don't look fine," Luke wrapped an arm around her pulling her to him as they laid in bed.

"I'm just stressing over work," Beca lied as she snuggled up to him.

She leaned up and pecked his lips. "Last night was great," she said in a low voice, pulling away.

"Indeed, it was," he smiled before he placed a kiss on her forehead.

They had been seeing each other for almost three weeks and it was the first time they slept together. Beca knew she was attracted to him and that he was attracted to her but nothing happened between them until the night before, mainly because he was always working and when they'd go on a date it would either be a quick lunch or coffee and she never invited him in whenever he drove her home.

"Are you gonna be working on Christmas?" she sleepily asked.

"No, but I'm going to be on standby, I might get called in,"

Beca nodded at his words then rested her head against his chest. "Why?" he looked down at her.

"You're invited to my friend Amy Christmas dinner. You can skip if you have other plans."

"Are you inviting me as your special friend?" he stroked her hair.

"Special friend?" she snorted then looked up to find him eyeing her with amusement.

"I'll come if you're going to be there," he kissed her then rested his cheek on her head.

"Of course, I'm going." she yawned. "Special friend," she chuckled to herself and heard Luke chuckle as well.

3 hours later,

Beca woke up, alone in her bed. She sat up and saw that she was still wearing Luke's shirt. She reached for her phone and found a couple of text messages Luke sent her. The first read: 'I felt like a complete creep watching you sleep.' And the second read: 'Text me when you're up.'

Beca chuckled to herself, wondering how long it took him to make what he texted first rhyme.

'You didn't take your shirt,' she texted back.

'I didn't want to disturb you and you looked better in it than me. Keep it.'

'No, thanks. I look like I'm wearing a potato sack.'

'Not to me. [Winky face]'

'Am I interrupting something?' she texted when he took a while before texting her back.

'I was just checking the shower.'

'You went for a run?'

'Yes, I did.'

'Later then, 'cause I'm planning on showering now as well. Xo.'

She placed her phone aside and got up, stretching.

After a hot shower, she got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt then left her room.

"Hey," She greeted when she found Sandra sitting in the living area watching Sam play.

"Hi. I'm sorry I woke you up earlier." She apologized, watching Beca walk to the kitchen.

"It's okay," Beca shrugged. "Where's Jesse?" she asked.

"He had to go buy grocery. He should be back soon."

"Cool." Beca rubbed her forehead, realizing it was her turn and she forgot to do it. She sighed and reached to pour herself a mug of coffee. She didn't want to risk Sam calling her mama while her actual mother was in the room so she stayed in the kitchen, doing nothing.

"Hi." Jesse said when he stepped into the kitchen with grocery bags in his hands. Beca jumped off the stool she was sitting on and started unpacking with him. "I totally forgot to buy grocery, I'm sorry,"

"It's alright," he shrugged.

"Is Sandra going to take Sam away?" Beca asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, but not right away," he answered, "Sammy started crying earlier when she held her. We agreed to take it slow until she warms up to her,"

Beca nodded at his words and pulled a banana to eat. "Could you distract your kid while I sneak back to my room to get ready and go out before she calls me mama in front of her mother?" she as she peeled it.

"Yeah," he nodded,

"Thank you," she took a bite from the banana.

"No, thank you," he glanced back at her as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Hey, there," he looked down when he found his daughter who had crawled her way to the kitchen. He picked her up and stepped back to let Sandra through.

Beca had just bit into the banana when Sam reached for her and called her "mama,"

All three look at each other for a few seconds while Sam continued to reach for Beca.

"Did my daughter just call your skanky roommate mama?" Sandra angrily asked.

"Who are you calling skanky?" Beca mumbled. She swallowed what was in her mouth then repeated her question in a louder voice only to get ignored by Sandra.

"Jesse how could you let this happen?" she yelled at him. "When I left Samantha with you I didn't expect you to let her think that some slut is her mother, you son of a bitch."

"Hey!" Beca shouted.

"What?" Sandra turned to her.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" she asked.

"You should shut up,"

"Instead of yelling at your ex-husband for something he couldn't have had a hand in and calling me names, answer this question would ya: why didn't you take your daughter with you, huh?" Beca asked as she rested her hands on the counter.

"What?" Sandra was taken aback with Beca's question.

"Did I stutter?" She glanced up at Jesse who was rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the ceiling. She wanted him to step in but he didn't.

"It's a pretty easy question: why didn't you take Sam with you to Europe?"

"I went for work," Sandra finally said.

"Really, you gonna go with that excuse? Well, Jesse has a day job, too. He didn't think twice before accepting to be both father and mother to your child while you were out of town because he's a fucking great guy." She shrugged "You know why I think you didn't take her with you?"

"Bec," Jesse called, "Drop it,"

Beca understood from his eyes that he didn't want to hurt Sandra but she couldn't care less about her.

"No, Jesse, I won't." she looked back at Sandra, "I think you thought she'd be a burden. You're selfish and you're blaming Jesse, because it's easier, instead of blaming yourself." As the last words left her mouth, Beca regretted saying what she said as she watched Sandra tear up before she stormed out of the apartment.

"Great job, Beca," Jesse said as he rocked his daughter in his arms before he ran after his ex-wife.

He came back few minutes later.

Beca watched him as he walked into the kitchen and just glared at her after he sat his daughter on her chair.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Did you have to make her cry?" he asked, his voice was even but it was obvious that he was furious.

"She insulted us and you expect me to just stand and watch like you did?" she snapped back at him.

"Keep your voice down you're gonna scare Sammy like you did minutes ago," he took a deep breath.

"I can't let her call me a skank and let it go, I don't care about her neither should you for that matter."

"She was my wife, Beca. There's respect between us and a long friendship." He took a seat on a stool and held his head, "And above all, she's the mother of my child."

"I'm sorry," Beca apologized after a brief period of silence.

He nodded at her apology then exhaled loudly. "Don't worry about it," He got up and started to make his way out of the kitchen, "Could you keep an eye on Sam for a while?"

"Yeah," Beca replied.

"Thanks," he thanked her as he walked away.

Hearing Sam babble, Beca turned to her. She was pointing at the banana that Beca left on the counter, her babbling sounded relatively close to the word banana.

"You want some bananas?" Beca asked as she grabbed one and started to peel it.

"Babana,"

"Yeah, banana," Beca sighed, cutting small pieces and placing them for her before she continued to unpack grocery.

AN: As always, I wanna thank you for reading and being nice to me.

I wanna hear what you thought on the events of this chapter. Do you think Beca had the right to lash out at Jesse's ex-wife? I'm curious to know if you could guess why Beca was up.

Until next time, peace out.