My Fake Husband

A Pitch Perfect Story

Chapter 7

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"So, where does your boyfriend think you are right now?" Jesse asked Beca as they left the clerk's office on the Friday before their wedding after getting their marriage license, walking down the New York City street towards a coffee shop that was near their hotel. She glared at him, rolling her eyes.

"Cole's not my boyfriend." She muttered, crossing her arms, hugging her bag against her side. She pulled away from him, letting his arm fall of her shoulder. "He and I have been hanging, but he's not my boyfriend."

"Yeah, I was going to be pretty shocked, since you and Amy and Chloe and Stacie and, hell, your parents have implied how much you avoid commitment like the plague." Again, she glared at him.

"I'm not heartless. God. I just…I don't normally do relationships. I generally keep to short flings. This is a normal amount of time for me and a guy to be hanging out." What she didn't tell him was that it wasn't normal that she and Cole haven't had sex yet. She just couldn't bring herself to have sex with him; there were plenty of opportunities to do so, but she didn't exactly want to do it with him. She felt weird about having sex with a guy when she was marrying someone else—not that she wanted to be with Jesse. There were a lot of things that she felt weird about in her life at the moment. She sighed. Maybe if she just did it, she would get over all of her weirdness. It would certainly make things easier, because she figured that Cole was probably screwing half of LA now that she and her "roommate," Jesse (aka Jessie, short for Jessica in Cole's mind—she just never corrected him), are on vacation together. He didn't know that Cole thought that he was actually a she, either.

"I never said you weren't heartless. Believe me; I know you're not heartless. You wouldn't be doing this for me if you were heartless." She didn't pull away this time when he threw an arm around her shoulders again. "But, seriously, where does he think you are?"

"He knows I am on vacation with my roommate Jesse." Beca told him, but she didn't tell Jesse anything beyond that. Her tone implied that she didn't really want to talk about Cole or her thing with him.

"He thinks I'm your roommate?"

"Yes."

"What does he think that this is?" He asked as he raised her left hand in his right hand since his left arm was wrapped around her shoulders, tapping on the engagement ring with his index finger. She rolled her eyes.

"He saw me wearing it the first day we met, I think, but I haven't really been wearing it around him. It is unique enough and doesn't look enough like an engagement ring that I can play it off as just being a ring that I wear occasionally." He dropped her hand the second she said that she wasn't wearing it around Cole, which kind of shocked Beca. He started to pull away from her, but she wrapped her left arm around his waist, holding him against her side. She didn't know where his reaction was coming from. It wasn't like this was real or anything.

"So, wifey, after coffee, where do you want to go? We have a whole city to explore." He said, trying to change the subject so that they didn't get into a fight in the middle of a New York City street.

"I kind of just want to go relax today. We have the stupid show that you want to go see tomorrow and dinner and all that stuff, and then everyone is flying in for the bachelorette and bachelor parties on Sunday night, and then there is check out early on Monday morning and heading up to Niagara Falls and checking in to the hotel there. I can't believe I'm saying this, but can we just stay in the hotel, get room service, and watch a movie?"

"Hell, yeah! See, movies don't suck as much as you think they do, Beca." He grinned, pulling her tighter into his side. She settled more firmly into his side. This is the Jesse she knew. Things had gotten so much better between them since the incident, which they never spoke about. They were pretty good friends now (aside from his weird moments every now and again when he overheard her on the phone with Cole or talking to Amy about what kind of questions they should expect at the interview so that they could prepare some answers), which kind of relieved her because she couldn't afford to have their relationship be strained once they got married. Holy shit. They were going to be married in a couple of days. Fuck.

"I can't believe you are making me go to that as my bachelorette party." Beca said, staring at Sheila and Mia like they were insane. Beca's mom's current boyfriend was kind of wealthy, so he rented out one of the private rooms in the hotel Beca and Jesse were staying in for the weekend in New York City for an early dinner before everyone went their separate ways for the night. They were divided at tables by gender, with both groups discussing the festivities for their final night in the City before they were all traveling to by plane to Niagara Falls—Bumper had suggested that they get one of those stripper buses where scantily-clad women danced around poles for everyone, but then decided against it when Amy said only if really buff, naked men were also there. Beca vetoed this decision immediately, because she didn't want to be anywhere near strippers of either sex with her parents and step-family in tow. She would much rather take a short plane ride instead. She glanced around the table to find that everyone, mostly Amy, Chloe, Stacie, and, hell, even Aubrey thought that the two of them were batshit crazy. "An off-Broadway show about an eighties-themed prom? Seriously?" She was actually surprised that Aubrey was against this idea, considering her love for female singers from the eighties, like Pat Benatar, Stevie Nicks, and Madonna.

"Oh, come on, Beca! You love music, and this will be fun! You get a silly little sash, and there is a bunch of crazy fun music to sing and dance along, too. Plus, the audience decides who gets crowned prom king and queen!" Mia said, clapping her hands. "I can't exactly go around bar-hopping with you and your friends," she said, laying her hands on her rounded belly. "Considering I'm pregnant. After the show, mom and I will go back to the hotel that we are renting for the night, and you all can take the limo around and do whatever it is you want to do." She said, crinkling her nose as she looked at everyone; it was her signature "cute" expression that made people like Sheila swoon over how adorable Mia was. It didn't work for anyone at the table, aside from Sheila, including people like Donald's wife, who Beca didn't know very well.

"Look, it won't be that bad, Beca," Stacie said. "As soon as your step-mom and step-sister leave, I found some of the hottest male strip clubs in Manhattan that we can go to."

"Yeah, and I called the owners of a really awesome sex shop near one of those strip clubs, and for a small fee, they agreed to stay open late for us so that we can get you some fun toys for the honeymoon. You know, vibrators, handcuffs, riding crops, naughty outfits." Amy said, wagging her eyebrows suggestively, making Beca's mom laugh aloud and Sheila and Mia get pale. Beca grimaced, looking over at Jesse's table, eyes wide, asking him silently for his help. He grinned when he saw her looking, telling the guys something before he stood up and made his way over to the "girls' table."

"Hey, ladies, I was wondering if I could steal Beca from you for a bit. I won't get to see her for awhile."

"Oh! Are you guys gonna go have a quickie in the bathroom?" Stacie asked. "John and I did about an hour ago. It is a little tight, but Beca's pretty flexible, so I think you guys could do it!" She winked. Beca's eyes widened, and Jesse coughed, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

"Nah, they don't need to have a quickie, Stacie. After the trip to Babeland, they're gonna be breaking out the honeymoon toys early." Amy said, wagging her eyebrows again. Beca grabbed Jesse's hand and squeezed as hard as she could.

"I don't know…help." She said, jumping out of her seat and pulling Jesse away by the hand. The second they left the room and found themselves in the hallway, he could no longer contain his laughter. He fell back against the wall, gripping his stomach as he laughed. "It's not funny! First, Mia and Sheila decided that we were going to see some off-Broadway show about a fucking eighties-themed prom. Then, Stacie decided that once they left, we were going to go to strip clubs that feature male exotic dancers. Amy said that she called the proprietors at Babeland and asked them to stay open late so that we can go toy shopping. She said the words vibrator, handcuffs, and riding crop in front of my mom, Sheila, and Mia!" She buried her face into her hands, groaning when he only laughed harder.

"Jesus Christ! I thought it was bad when Bumper said that he wanted to take me to strip clubs and said that maybe I could get a happy ending during my private dance, and your dad said that they don't usually do that anymore if it is a reputable exotic club. He said that I wouldn't want to risk a sexually transmitted disease, so it would probably be better if I didn't go searching for a happy ending." She gagged.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" She moaned, slapping his arm over and over. He laughed, grabbing her hands to stop her from hitting him anymore. "I hate you! You're not helping!" He pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Relax, Beca. They are probably only doing all this, because they know it is going to make you crazy." He whispered into her ear. She sighed, laying her forehead against his collarbone, wrapping her own arms around him. "Besides, you know you wanna buy some fun toys to drive me bonkers with." He joked. "I'm sure you will take pleasure in showing me all the fun things that you buy for yourself."

"Something tells me that you like to be spanked with a paddle." She said against his chest, and he chuckled.

"Nah, but I do enjoy doing the spanking." She pulled back and crinkled her nose at his suggestive facial expression.

"Gross." She muttered, but she found herself smiling. He calmed her down, for which she was terribly grateful. "Thanks," she whispered. He shrugged, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"So, I'm gonna say something, but I don't want you to take this the wrong way…"

"Okay…" She didn't know where he was gonna go with this, but she figured it was something that was going to make her uncomfortable. He leaned down to whisper in her ear again, considering they could be interrupted at any moment. She assumed that it was something that had to do with their fake union.

"Well, we have gotten away with hand holding and a few pecks on the lips over the last few months, but we're gonna have to kiss a lot more over the next week, since everyone is gonna be with us all of the time. Plus, we are gonna have to kiss at the wedding, so I was thinking that we should…um…practice." He immediately pulled his face away from her ear to look down at her. She dropped her hands from his waist, taking a step back to collect her thoughts. He let her break out of her arms, biting his lip, obviously nervous about bringing this up. She took a deep breath, nodding her head.

"Right…we should practice." She closed her eyes for a moment before taking a step back towards him. She raised a hand, hesitating for a moment, biting her lip. He stepped forward, wrapping one of his arms around her waist, interlacing their fingers of the hand she didn't raise. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, laying her hand on the side of his neck. "Um, should I…or do you…?" He rolled his eyes at her hesitance, a habit he picked up from her, before closing the distance between them. The kiss was light, gentle at first. Her eyes drifted shut, letting him control the kiss. After awhile, he put more pressure on her mouth, his hand squeezing hers, and his arm tightening around her back. She found herself going up on her toes, trying to get closer to him, her nails scraping softly on the back of his neck. He moaned softly into the kiss—she remembered that he seemed to groan or moan or smile or tighten his hold on her whenever she would scrap her nails along the back of his neck or into his hairline; it was apparently something he liked. She didn't know if she should continue to do that in the future or if she should avoid it at all costs; she would have to ask him about that.

Beca's thoughts flew out of her head moments later when she felt Jesse slide his tongue along her bottom lip. She pulled her hand from his, wrapping both of her arms around his neck, pressing her body more firmly against his, opening her mouth to his. The moment his tongue stroked along hers, one of his hands slide up her side, resting along her ribcage beside her breast, she felt like her brain melted. God, why did he have to be such a phenomenal kisser? Air was soon a problem, and he broke the kiss to kiss along her jaw and down her neck, nipping at the same place on her collarbone where he had given her a hickey before. Her natural reaction was to dig her nails into his neck, making him groan once again.

"Damn, Flat Butts, save that for later." Amy's voice behind her made Beca jump, and she pulled out of Jesse's arms, putting some distance between them. She smoothed down her hair, biting her lip in embarrassment when she saw that Chloe was quivering like a puppy over "how cute they are," Amy's cocked eyebrow, Donald and Stacie's thumbs up gestures and winks, the smiles from the rest of their friends, and the general discomfort coming from Beca's family members. Jesse ran a hand through his hair, clearing his throat. He shrugged, wrapping an arm around Beca's waist, pulling her into a hug and pressing a light kiss against her cheek that blocked his mouth from everyone's view, whispering in her ear that it appeared they didn't need much practice after all. She blushed, burying her face into his chest, because she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"So, we just wanted to tell you guys that you might want to get a little something on your stomachs before you kill yourselves on alcohol tonight." Chloe said, rolling her eyes at how embarrassed Beca was at being caught making out with Jesse. Beca looked up at him quickly, her eyes widening, because them and alcohol didn't exactly mix well, considering the last time they had a heated kiss, then drank, it resulted in the incident that she still had trouble remembering completely.

"Aubrey, can I trust you not to let Beca drink too much tonight, because I would rather she wasn't miserable and sick all day tomorrow when we first get to Niagara Falls." He said, looking at the blond, who nodded her head emphatically.

"Totally. Nobody wants to throw up in the tiny plane bathroom." She said, shaking her head. Beca squeezed Jesse's hip in thanks.

"Let's get some food on our stomachs," she said, pulling away from him and took one step towards the crowd of people, only hesitating for a moment when he interlaced his fingers with hers and followed her into the room. Instead of going back to his table, he sat down in the seat that Amy vacated beside Beca's seat, making the blond go sit with her husband at the guys' table. She tried to keep her focus on the meal, listening to Mia complain about having to wear a black bridesmaids' dress to a wedding, but the heavy weight of Jesse's arm pressed against the back of her neck when he wrapped around the back of her chair or the way he was leaning into her side; she smiled to herself when he immediately picked out all of the tomato slices and gave her all of his croutons and pepper slices from the garden salads the waitress set in front of them. As they waited for the next course to come out, she let herself relax into his side, leaning her head on his shoulder, laughing along with everyone else when Aubrey complained about something her husband did, who called out that he heard her talking about him from the guys' table.

When the dessert came, she found that she was full, so she said she didn't want anything, but when his brownie and vanilla ice cream drenched in whip cream and caramel and hot fudge with a cherry on top was set in front of him, she stole the cherry from him and then his spoon several times throughout dessert; to get back at her, he swiped his finger through the whip cream, dabbing it on her nose. She smacked his chest as she wiped off her nose, pouting, but he just responded by brushing a light kiss against her nose before focusing back on his dessert, and she could have sworn there was a slight blush on his cheeks. She chewed on her bottom lip, unsure whether that was just for show or if he felt embarrassed for getting caught up in the moment. Stacie complained about how cute they were, which made Beca blush and bury her face into his neck, not wanting to think about the implications that came from their "cuteness."

"Seriously, you guys! Did I call it or what!? I can't believe you all lied to us for a year." Chloe pouted from the other side of Beca. The brunette groaned, choosing to not remove her face from where it was pressed into Jesse's neck.

"Um, well, you know how Beca is. She wasn't sure it was gonna work out, especially with me not having a definite job here in LA until a few months ago." He said, moving his arm lower on her back so that he could stroke his fingers along her arm, making her shiver (what? It tickled…not like it gave her tingles or anything).

"You didn't have a job until recently? How can you support my step-sister?" Mia asked with her eyebrows raised. Beca rolled her eyes against his neck, which made him twitch from the feel of her eyelashes stroking his skin. That was something else that she decided to store away for later. She rolled her face out of his neck, resting her head on his shoulder again, to look at her step-sister. There was no way that Mia was concerned about her.

"Actually, Jesse is a very talented composer. He worked here in New York City and did rather well in his job here, but when he didn't find himself with enough opportunities to compose his own music, he decided to look for jobs here in LA. About seven months ago, he got a job as an assistant composer at a production house here."

"Oh? Will I hear your music in anything?" Mia asked, her eyes narrowed; her question was directed at Jesse, but her eyes were locked with Beca's. It was like the blond girl was trying to compete over who had the better husband. Beca rolled her eyes again.

"Right now, my job is helping the head composer, rewriting parts of his pieces as needed and helping conceptualize the scores for the projects we are currently working on, but my boss has been very supportive of my aspirations to compose my own pieces."

"That piece you were writing last month was really good." Beca said, smiling up at him.

"It got better after you helped me." He told her, looking down into her eyes.

"God, I hate you both. It almost makes me want to get married." Stacie pouted, and Jesse looked over at the girl, his mouth opened to say something, but Stacie kept talking. "But, he loves sex with strangers too much." He furrowed his brow in confusion, looking down at Beca when she began giggling.

"She calls her vagina a dude." She told him, making his eyes widen in shock, which only made her giggle more. She ignored Sheila's grunt of disapproval or Mia's look of disgust, instead focusing on the way he crinkled her nose and rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his water.

"You know, Jesse, it's such a shame that you are marrying Beca and I actually like her, because I would totally tap that." Stacie told him, winking, making him choke on his water. Beca laughed harder, because she could totally tell her slutty friend was just joking (right?). She felt bold, pressing a light kiss against the tendon in his neck before turning back to Stacie.

"He's got that covered." She told the brunette. She felt his eyes on her cheek, so she glanced up at him. She couldn't read what his eyes were trying to conveying, but she knew that the suggestive grin didn't meet his eyes like it usually did when they made sexual innuendos toward each other. He leaned forward, kissing her gently, leaning his forehead against hers after a few moments.

"Yeah, I'm good." He said quietly. Beca didn't know if it was because she was good at reading him now or if it was because he was so close to her, but she could hear the disappointment in his voice. She tried to keep her face even to not draw attention to it, considering no one else picked up on it, considering chorus of "awwws" that came their way by everyone but Sheila and Mia, who complained about the conversation being highly inappropriate at dinner.

"Alright, aca-bitches, the limo has arrived." Amy said, walking over to the table. "Flat Butt, stop lip-locking your fella like two dingoes in heat. Time to get our prom on, then onward to Beca's final night of depravity before she gets hitched." Beca pulled away from Jesse, giving him one last kiss before she stood up,. She ran her fingers through his hair before she followed the other women out the door.

Beca refused to give up her cell phone when the girls tried to take it away, because she considered it to be the only way that she could stay sane. She texted Jesse throughout the night, complaining about how lame the eighties prom thing was, to which he responded that she should stop lying, because he knew how much she loved eighties music. She texted him about how there was an overly muscular man pressing his junk that was only covered by a g-string thong to her face, to which he responded with "prove it," so she asked if Amy to take a picture of her looking towards her phone and pointing to the guy's penis being shoved in her face. Beca had told Amy to position herself so the guy's butt cheeks were in the picture, too. Jesse's response to that text was a stripper trying to suffocate him with her boobs. She decided to call him then, so she snuck off to the bathroom.

"Hello?" Jesse's slurred voice came over the phone, and it was then that Beca decided she was going to no longer drink, not that she had that much to start with (they had only hit the first strip club since the conclusion of the prom show.

"Hey, hubby. How much are you enjoying having some chick's fake boobs being shoved into your face?" She asked him, trying to keep her voice even.

"Almost as much as you enjoy getting some greased up Arnold-wannabe shoving his dick in your face."

"So a lot then?" She joked.

"Exactly!" She rolled her eyes, despite the fact that he couldn't see her. "So, are you having fun?" She could hear the guys complaining in the background that he needed to get off the phone, because his private lap dance was coming up, but she sensed that he would ignore them for as long as she wanted to talk.

"Yeah, I'm having fun…I guess."

"You guess?"

"How drunk are you right now?" He was quiet for a few moments, and she sighed. "I'm just trying to see if you are going to forget what I'm about to tell you or if I will have to live with it for forever."

"I'm not that drunk. Everything around me is blurry, though." He told her, making her smile, because it was pretty similar to what he said before he first proposed to her.

"That's drunk enough…I hate admitting this, but I think I would have more fun with you watching some cheesy movie where you tell me your asinine 'fun' facts about the movie, its director, and the actors." She told him, looking at herself in the mirror for a moment. She then looked down at the ring on her left hand. "I've kind of got used to spending most of my evenings with you, so it is kind of weird that you're not here."

"Then, sneak out of your bachelorette party and meet me back at the hotel. We can climb into our beds and watch a movie and go to bed early." She raised her eyes to look in the mirror, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Amy would know that something is up. She knows that this isn't…isn't real." She told him. He was quiet for a few minutes.

"You didn't tell her that we…uh…about the incident."

"No!"

"Well, maybe you should. You could tell her that it happened and that you want it to happen again. She would let you go then. Everyone else would think it is cute that you don't want to be away from your fiancé for that long."

"I can't tell her that we slept together, Jesse." It was the first time that she actually said those words, actually admitted that that is what they did. She closed her eyes, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. "It just…she is gonna have more questions that I can't exactly explain to her."

"Like what?"

"She is going to question whether the way we have been acting is all fake or if…" She trailed off, not knowing where she was going with that sentence.

"If what?" She shook her head, as if he could see her. "If what, Beca? If it is real? Don't worry; I'm sure that you could figure out a way to prove to her that nothing that is happening between us is real. You have your boyfriend, remember?" Her brow furrowed at how harsh he was sounding all of a sudden. "Look, I gotta go. The guys are harassing me about being on the phone with you. Text me if you decide to bail early. If not, I'll see you later." He hung up the phone, and she pulled it away from her ear to stare at it for a moment. She didn't know where that came from.

She walked out of the bathroom, feeling tired and miserable. She really didn't want to go from strip club to strip club to sex shop at all. Amy took one look at her, grabbing her by the upper arm to drag her to a more secluded area of the club. "What's wrong?"

"I'm…I really want to go back to the hotel. Jesse and I just got in an argument over the phone, and I just don't want to deal with complete strangers thrusting their dicks into my face." She said, running a hand through her hair.

"Why were you fighting?"

"I don't know. I said that you wouldn't understand why I would rather go back to the hotel and watch a movie than get smashed off my ass and go shopping for sex toys, and he said that I should just tell you that we slept together and…shit." She was flustered over the argument with Jesse; she didn't intend on letting that slip out of her mouth.

"You slept with Jesse?!" Amy squeaked. Beca looked around the blond, hoping that people didn't hear her outburst, because it would make them suspicious of her relationship with him.

"I didn't mean to. We got in a fight, and we kissed. Then, he took off to Tasmania and you kept texting that he was drinking himself to death, and I responded that I was doing the same. Well, the second he got back to the condo, he came upstairs to my room, and…well, we had sex. We were drunk. We didn't mean to do it. It was a mistake, and now I really don't want to risk it happening again. I haven't allowed myself to drink that much again around him."

"That explains those kisses, because, damn, Flat Butt. You guys were practically fucking in the hallway at the hotel. Plus, what the hell was all that at dinner? You don't think I saw you guys acting like two horny teenagers from the other table?"

"We were not! There's nothing going on with Jesse and me." She looked away from Amy's look of disbelief. "I've been dating someone."

"What the hell is wrong with you, Beca? You don't date someone until after the wedding and you guys guarantee that Jesse's allowed to stay in the country, not before the wedding when it could easily get out that you guys are lying." Amy said harshly.

"No one's going to find out about Cole and me. We have been discreet. We haven't even slept together."

"I wonder why." Amy said pointedly, making Beca roll her eyes. "Look, you wanna bail, then that is fine. But, we have to go to the sex shop first, because I promised Bumper I would bring home toys for tonight, and the rest of the girls are looking forward to buying you and Jesse stuff. We'll talk about all of this later." Amy said, pointing at Beca.

Beca groaned, but nodded her head. The two of them went back to find the girls, telling them that Beca missed Jesse too much and wanted to rock his world, so they were going to head to the sex shop and then let her head back to the hotel.

When they got to the sex shop, a few hours earlier than they were supposed to, she tried to smile and laugh as Chloe took pictures of Amy and Stacie simulated sex acts with the toys. She tried to act appreciative when the girls bought Beca naughty outfits, sexy lingerie, and a variety of sex toys that she never intended or wanted to use. She told the girls to keep the limo and took a cab back to the hotel.

She chose not to text Jesse, because she was kind of mad at him. She called for room service, requesting chocolate covered strawberries and a glass of milk before getting a shower and getting dressed in her pajamas. After her order came, she tipped the bellboy before settling into her bed, sliding her headphones over her ears and began listening to her mixes while she ate the strawberries. She felt her eyes begin to droop, and she somehow fell asleep with the tray of strawberries on her lap and her headphones around her ears. Sometime later, she woke to Jesse lifting the tray from her lap. She groaned, rubbing at her eyes as she pulled the headphones off and closed her laptop, setting it on the floor beside her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you." He said, climbing into the bed beside her. She could tell that he wasn't drunk at all, despite his staying out for most of the night. She figured that he probably stopped drinking after their conversation. She rolled on her side to face him, and he reached out a hand to tuck a damp strand of her hair behind her ear. "I suck. Forgive me?" She nodded her head, yawning. She was exhausted, and she just wanted to go to sleep. "C'mere." He said, pulling her against his chest, letting her use his body as a pillow. He stroked his fingers through her hair. She tried to not let herself fall asleep, but it just felt so good to hear his heartbeat beneath her ear and his fingers stroking through her hair. She was out in a matter of moments.

A few days later, Beca found herself walking down the aisle in a tea-length white dress with spaghetti straps; when she had the dress made, she requested that it had black beading and lace added to it, because it was the closest anyone would let her get to wearing a black dress. She had told the girls to get any style they wanted in black for their bridesmaids' dresses. Amy found a sleeveless black dress that flattered her figure nicely, with a little black flower on one of her straps. Aubrey wore a sleek, A-line dress that gathered at the waist and had a black lace detail along the neckline and on the back. Chloe wore a little black dress that was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and that fell about halfway down her thighs. Mia wore a longer, one-shoulder black dress that had an empire waist, loose skirt to accentuate but not draw too much attention to her baby bump, and a flower detail on the shoulder strap, similar to Amy's dress.

Right before she made her final walk as Rebeca Mitchell, single girl, her mom had to freak her out, saying as sweet as Jesse is and how obvious it was that they loved each other, did she really want to tie herself to him. She had asked both of her parents to walk her down the aisle, because her dad was pretty much forcing it upon her, and she didn't want her mom to be pissed off about it. Her father scoffed, calling her mom a heartless bitch. She watched as her friends walked down the aisle, smiling and holding their bouquet of white and red flowers tied with black and white ribbons. She looked up, and she knew that Jesse saw her, standing there at the end of the aisle with a miserable look on her face because her parents were fighting around her. He gave her a small smile and mouthed that she looked beautiful. She blushed, looking down at the bouquet of flowers in her hands. She looked back up at him, and he mouthed thank you to her, and she realized that she needed to get over that her parents were trying to ruin her day again.

"God! Would you guys just shut up?! I'm trying to get married here. I'm just gonna walk by myself." She snapped, turning back to face Jesse, taking a deep breath and smiling, trying to act like she was a blushing, happy bride. She started down the aisle alone; occasionally, she glared over her shoulder at her parents when they continued to argue about whose fault it was that she decided to go ahead of them as they caught up to her. She finally reached him, passing off her flowers to Amy like she was supposed to, letting him take her hands in his.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "You look gorgeous. Forget about them." He whispered into her ear before pulling back to give her another smile. She swallowed, feeling like her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

Beca tried to pay attention to what the justice of the peace was saying, but her eyes were locked with Jesse's, small smiles on their faces. Neither one of them were paying attention it seemed, because the justice of peace snapped his fingers between their faces a few times, trying to get their attention. They blushed, and Jesse dropped one of her hands to brush over his face. The justice of peace tried again, saying that they decided to do their own vows. She went first.

"Jesse, for a little while, I struggled with what I actually wanted to say to you in this moment, but I finally realized that I should be honest with you. The first time that I laid my eyes on you, I thought that you were probably the biggest ass that I had ever come across." Everyone laughed, including him. "You kept going on and on about how amazing movies were and telling me that I don't like fun things because I know German, so I had to tell you how much of weirdo I thought you were. You told me that I was also a weirdo, which was a good thing because we were going to become best friends and/or lovers. I do believe my reaction to this was that I thought you were a complete idiot and found nothing attractive about you in the least." She rolled her eyes. "You told me that I was going to go all squidy and drape myself all over you, which you said was going to be fun for the both of us, so I punched you in the stomach. Despite our rocky start, though, you were rather persistent and somehow wormed your way into my life." She paused. "I have always had trouble letting people in," she hesitated, looking down at their hands, watching as his thumbs stroked along her knuckles, a gesture that calmed her nerves some. "I have a hard time trusting people, and I have come to rely on you as one of the few people that I can trust, that I can count on even during difficult times. I really have no idea how you got me, the girl who was so sure she never wanted to be in a relationship for longer than five minutes, let alone get married, standing in front of you in a mostly white dress, vowing before you and our family to be your wife and all that goes with it. One thing that I am sure of is that, today, I get to marry one of my best friends." She crinkled her nose, because she felt so ridiculously cheesy saying that, but she had to end it with something that sounded romantic and loving without actually saying those words. She said that she was going to be honest, so why would she lie about being in love with him in front of everyone. "Alright, you go, because I feel like a total idiot right now." Everyone chuckled again.

"See, I was right that you would eventually go squidy and drape yourself all over me, that we would become best friends AND lovers." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Okay, okay, I'm just joking, but it's time to get serious." He licked his bottom lip, a serious expression slipping onto his face. "The first time I laid my eyes on you, I knew that one day we would be standing exactly where we are. I played it off like it was all just some big joke, but I knew that you were something special and that I could spend my life with you."

Beca tried to keep her shocked expression off of her face, because holy shit, he was so much better at faking the vows thing than she was. Jesse was staring into her eyes, and she felt like she was going to pass out with how intense his eyes were. She could see the flecks of green and gold in all the brown. He smiled at her, continuing to speak.

"It took me…uh…two years to finally get you to agree to go on another date with me after the shambles of a first date we had when we first met. Although, I am so happy to know that if I ever get attacked again by a big brute of a guy, you will defend me by punching him in the face and throwing a chair at his girlfriend." She rolled her eyes. "Um, I'm not sure when exactly I fell in love with you over the last three years that I have known you, but I do know that these last few months that we have been living together and spending our days together, deciding to spend the rest of our days together, I have only fallen more in love with you. I want you to know that I am standing before you today, a better man because I have you in my life, and I am looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together."

Her eyes widened momentarily, and she was sure that she forgot to breathe. She couldn't pull her eyes away from him, because that was a really great speech. He made it sound so serious, so heartfelt, like he actually meant those words. Her heart stopped momentarily, but then she reminded herself that it wasn't real, that he didn't mean those words. He totally pulled some of those lines from some obscure movie that none of them would know existed, and it's not like he ever said that he was going to be honest; he just said that he was going to be serious. There was a huge difference between those two words.

Beca barely registered that the justice of the peace telling her and Jesse to exchange the rings. She felt Amy tap her shoulder, handing her a white gold band that matched her engagement ring and the black-diamond studded wedding band. Her hands shook as she slid the ring onto his finger, saying "with this ring, I thee wed." He followed suit, sliding her wedding band onto her finger. Bumper handed him a folded up white cloth around what appeared to be a glass, which he set on the floor in front of his right foot. He stomped on it, and everyone cheered when they heard the crunch of the glass beneath his foot. The justice of the peace told them to kiss, and Jesse closed the distance between them, sliding his arms around her waist. She immediately responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers, her eyes clamped shut. The kiss was sweet, hesitant, not as heated as the kisses they had shared in the past. It was her who slid her tongue along the seam of his lips; it was her who gently stroked her tongue along his when he opened her mouth to him. The kiss didn't get too much further than that, though, because she was aware that everyone was watching them, so she broke the kiss, giving him a couple of light pecks before finally pulling away from him. They stared at each other, their eyes locked as the justice of the peace declared them Mr. and Mrs. Swanson. It was official; they were married.

I'm not sure when I will get the next chapter out. I started writing this right after chapter six, and I didn't post the previous chapter until this chapter was about half-done. I have a major exam for my program on Saturday, and I need to get some school work done, as well as to clean my room this weekend, so it will be some time before chapter eight is out. I hope that you liked it! Let me know what you think.