My Fake Husband
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.
Author's Note: Change of plans. This chapter is purely all about sex for Beca and Jesse. Don't read if you're not into that kind of thing. Basically, once they started, they couldn't really stop. Nothing like a Sunday Fun-day, right? Haha. There is a little bit of fluff at the very end that isn't sex but more about cuteness…that just happens to be naked. Okay, I'm done. I feel like I might need to go to confessional after this chapter, and I'm not even Catholic (or religious at all). Enjoy! ;)
I do recommend that if you skip the sex, then you go to the final section of this story and read that stuff. That part is important for the rest of the story, but the rest was just for your reading pleasure.
Beca tried; she really did, but when you have dreams about being considered the hottest woman in the world, and every (okay, so it wasn't exactly every, but it was pretty damn close) hot man in the world told her as much and then proceeded to do the most amazing things to her body (despite her slightly swollen ankles and more than slightly swollen belly), it is kind of hard not to wake up wanting sex. She opened her eyes after the fiftieth hot man came to her (how was her dream self not tired or in pain, because that would be a lot of penetration—for the first time, she felt like the word was appropriately used in that context), glancing at her clock, because she was wide awake, soaked everywhere, heart pounding, chest heaving, and in serious need of an orgasm. It was half-past three in the morning, so she should be sleeping—thank God it was Sunday and she could sleep in once she finally fell back to sleep.
She really did try to close her eyes and go back to sleep, but she couldn't. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to decide what to do. She could try to open the door to her bedside table and grab her new friend and take it into the bathroom, or she could try to discreetly use her fingers without disturbing the half-naked man in bed beside her. Oh, fuck…there was a half-naked man in her bed; one who was more than willing to screw her brains out. No. No, Beca! She couldn't let herself do that. She couldn't give in. She knew that it would only screw things up. She needed to stop. Roll over. Ignore him. Oh, good, she was rolling over. Wait, shit. Wrong way.
Beca found that her body was rolling over on its own, facing him. She studied his sleeping form; his dark eyelashes were so long and dark against his pale skin. His lips were parted slightly, and he licked his bottom lip in his sleep. He was on his back, with his face turned in her direction; she studied the slight hint of stubble on his chin from not shaving his face that morning. He swallowed in his sleep, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the column of his throat, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed. Her eyes traced down his throat to slight dip of his clavicles. God, how could someone's clavicles be sexy? Next, her eyes moved down his chest, taking in the light smattering of hair and freckles. Her eyes continued down from his chest to his stomach, where she could see the lightly defined muscles of his abs, the dip of hips, and the trail of hair that began beneath his belly button that disappeared beneath the sheet and the waistband of his boxers. Oh, fuck it, she thought.
She reached out, running her fingers along his chin; he shifted in his sleep, but he didn't wake. Her fingertips slid from his jaw down his neck, scraping her nails lightly along his skin; again, he slept through her touch, so she got bolder. She ran her fingers over his chest, down his stomach, tracing the shape of his abs; he moaned lightly in his sleep, but he didn't stir. She smiled to herself as she leaned over, pressing her lips to the center of his chest lightly as her fingers slipped down the trail of hair and slid beneath the band of his boxers. Her hand grazed him between his legs, and she raised her head to see if he woke. He smiled and hummed in his sleep, but she felt his dick twitch beneath her hand. Well, if he wasn't going to be a good boy, she was going to have to wake him another way.
Beca slid beneath the covers, carefully easing Jesse out his boxers. Gripping him lightly in her hand, she lowered her mouth onto him, sucking the tip of his dick into her mouth. "What the—oh, fuck," she heard him groan, and she smiled, knowing he was finally awake. She felt the covers lift off of her head, and she heard him groan again. She raised her eyes to meet his as she sucked a little harder on him. "Best fucking way to wake up," he moaned. His hand slid beneath the covers to run through her hair as she took more of him in her mouth, feeling his dick harden in her mouth. "Not that…shit…I'm complaining…but…but…God!" His hand tightened in her hair as she slipped him almost completely out of her mouth and used her hand to stroke him lightly as she sucked on the tip. "What brought this on?"
She released him from her mouth and continued to stroke him, getting him harder by the second. "I had another dream." She told him, watching him as she stroked him. "I dreamed about very attractive men screwing me repeatedly. After the fiftieth hot guy having sex with me, I decided that I needed to get laid, but you were too busy sleeping."
"Fifty guys?" He gasped as she took him into her mouth again, still using her hand to work the part of him that wasn't in her mouth. "I feel like I should be offended that it took fifty guys before you decided to take advantage of me in my sleep." He groaned, making her chuckle around him. "Shit, you're good at this." She released him again.
"Thanks," she smiled, speeding up her hand. "You about there yet? I kind of want your dick inside of me like yesterday."
"Fuck," his head fell back on the pillow. "God, I wish. I just woke up." He moaned when her other hand began to work him. "Do you want me to help you out until I'm ready?" She slithered out from beneath the blankets, lying down beside him, resuming jerking him off beneath the blankets, feeling his erection grow.
"I really need to have you inside of me. I'll probably be ready to go back to sleep once I get off, like last time. I don't want it to be by your hand or mouth."
Jesse groaned, kissing Beca; his hands tangled into her hair. He rolled her onto her back, trapping her hand between them. His tongue dueled with hers, and she moaned into the kiss, wrapping her left leg around his waist. The hand that wasn't trapped between them, scraped along the back of his neck, making him groan and jerk his hips into her. He released her hair, bracing one of his hands on the bed to support his weight, and raised off of her body. The other hand slipped between them to slide off his boxers completely, kicking them off his ankles under the blankets. He kneeled between her legs, helping her to sit up so he could pull her t-shirt over her head. He kissed her again, once, before moving his lips down her jaw to behind her ear. He sucked on the skin there for a few moments, with one hand gripping and massaging her breast, and the other pressed into her back, holding her against him. He kissed down her neck, sucking on her shoulder, making her moan. He broke away from her, staring down at her with eyes that were so dark, they were nearly black.
The hand on her breast slid to her stomach, and he stroked it for a moment. "Time for a nap, baby." He said, grinning at her wolfishly. He closed the distance between them, kissing her hard. He used both of his hands to push her shorts and panties off of her hips. She helped him, using her shoulders as support as she lifted her hips to let him push her pants off her completely. He pulled them past her thighs, down her legs, and tugged them off her feet, throwing them over his shoulder. He stroked between her legs, finding her soaked. He groaned, breaking the kiss to lean his forehead against her. "You ready?" He asked as he slid two fingers inside of her.
Beca moaned, rolling her head away from Jesse's, resting it on his shoulder. "I need you."
"What position?" They moaned in unison, her because he stroked her clit with his thumb and him because she squeezed her pelvic muscles around his fingers.
"Doesn't matter."
"Aren't there certain positions for pregnant women?"
"I'm not that big yet." She jerked against his hand when his thumb hit her clit again. "Fuck, I need you inside me now." He chuckled, pressing his lips to her ear to pull his fingers from her. He stroked them over himself, using her arousal to lubricate himself. He pushed her back onto the pillows, rubbing himself against her, and they both groaned. "Now, Jesse." She said, digging her nails into his biceps, raising her hips to meet his.
Jesse locked eyes with Beca, and he guided himself into her, stopping when the tip of his dick was inside of her. He was still kneeling between her legs; he moved his hands to the back of her thighs, his fingertips digging into her skin. Using his hands, he spread her a little further for him before sliding his hands up beneath her but to her hips; gripping her hips in his hands, he thrust into her, making them both moan. Her eyes rolled back into her head. He pulled back, doing it again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her body by his neck. Their lips met, and he continued to push himself in and out of her body, her hips meeting his with every thrust. She moaned against his lips, and she gasped when she felt the baby kicking in her stomach. She broke the kiss, laughing slightly at the sensation. "Are you laughing?" He groaned, grinding against her, making her laugh turn into a moan. She grabbed one of his hands from her hips and placed it on her stomach. "Hey, little one, I told you it was nap time." He said, stopping. "Am I hurting the baby?" He asked her.
"No, God, don't stop." She whimpered, jerking her hips against him, trying to get him to move again.
"Why is the baby freaking out right now? What if I'm hurting him or her? I don't want to traumatize our baby." He said, holding onto her hip to stop her movement. She groaned.
"Jesse, the baby isn't getting hurt. My vagina and uterus are two separate places."
"I know that, but what if they baby is trying to tell us that I'm crushing it or something."
"We're not. I will tell you if you're too heavy, but if it will make you feel better, let's change positions. I would love to be on top if it would mean that I get to have sex." She said, tightening her pelvic muscles around his dick, making him groan and his head fall back.
"Beca, the baby is obviously freaking out; he or she is kicking like crazy. I really don't want to hurt it."
"He or she is happy. It feels good." His eyes widened, and she chuckled momentarily at the look on his face. "Not like that, pervert. I'm feeling good, which makes the baby feel good. If the baby wasn't moving like this when we were having sex, it would mean that there was something wrong. Please keep going. I need to fuck you." He stared down at her, still feeling the fluttering of the baby's movements beneath his hand in her stomach. Grabbing hold of both of her hips, he rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him.
Beca squealed when Jesse flipped them over. "I'd feel more comfortable like this. Just in case." She nodded her head, resting both of her hands onto his chest. She raised her hips, almost pulling off of him completely. She then dropped herself back down, moaning at how deep he felt. She ground against him before repeating the pattern. His hands slipped up her sides to cup her breasts, tugging at her nipples. Her pace increased as her pleasure increased. He sat up, sliding one hand around her back and the other between them to rub her clit. His lips locked onto hers, and they rocked into each other. After a few moments, she felt herself tumble over the edge and she cried out into the kiss.
He pulled away from her, guiding her by the hips off of him. He turned her over, changing their position again. Kneeling behind her, he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping on hand around her to rub both of her breasts (one with his hand and the other with his inner forearm), and the other wrapped around her waist to rub her clit. He thrust into her repeatedly, kissing her neck and shoulder as she moaned, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. After a few moments, she felt herself tumbled over the edge once again. A few thrusts later, he followed her, biting onto her shoulder and moaning.
Beca fell forward, her face pressed into the pillows. She grunted when she felt Jesse lean over her, pressing a few kisses to her dampened skin on the back of her neck. "Anytime you want to wake me up like that, please don't hesitate." He said against her skin. He pulled back, picking her up so that he could settle in the center of the bed, lying on his side, facing her with his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against his chest. He reached for the blanket, pulling them over them and then returning his arm to her waist. He studied her face, which was red, damp from sweat, and her eyes were drooping from exhaustion. There was a smile on her lips, and it made him smile. He pressed a kiss to her lips. "How are you feeling now?" He asked against her lips.
"So good," she moaned. Her eyes fell shut; she wasn't lying at all. She felt fantastic, a hell of a lot better than she had felt in quite some time. He was so goddamn good in bed that it took her breath away. She yawned against him face, making him chuckle. He kissed her lightly again, rolling onto his back. She settled onto his chest, tucking her head under his chin to bury her face slightly into his neck.
"Goodnight, Beca," he whispered. His fingertips stroked up and down her back, making her shiver under the blankets and snuggle closer to him. He pressed a kiss to her hair, and she felt his smile. "Get some sleep; the baby needs it after that." She hummed her agreement into his neck. Within a few moments, the two of them were asleep.
Beca's eyes flew open, a moan slipping from her lips when she felt Jesse's mouth begin sucking on one of her nipples and his fingers tug at the other. She looked down at him, kneeling on the bed between her legs, balancing his weight on one forearm as he went to town on her chest. Okay, this is an excellent way to wake up, even if her head was still cottony from sleep. She closed her eyes again, just enjoying the sensations that came from his lips and fingers on her skin. She felt herself begin to dampen between her legs, especially because of his erection that was pressed against her thigh. Yeah, she wanted to have some hate sex right now, because she was sleeping, and he woke her up. She was simultaneously pissed and pleased with this impromptu wakeup. She moaned again when he switched to the other breast. She tangled her hand into his hair. "I kind of hate you right now. I'm so tired after last night." She groaned, feeling him laugh against her skin. He began to kiss down her stomach, using his hands on both of her breasts. He pressed several kisses to the swell of her stomach beneath her belly button.
"Good morning, baby. Mommy is going to feel really good in a few minutes, so you're gonna start kicking like crazy." He said to her stomach. The baby did begin kicking, making her laugh at the sensation. "This baby totally can hear me." He told her, looking up at her. She was biting her lip and staring back at him. With their eyes locked, he placed one final kiss on her stomach before sliding completely beneath the blankets to settle between her legs, using his shoulders to spread her legs further apart.
The first swipe of Jesse's tongue between her legs made Beca cry out. She rocked her hips against his mouth, and he removed one hand from her breast to drape across her waist, holding her hips down. He continued to lick from the bottom to the top of her sex, making her moan. She gripped the sheets in her fists, trying her hardest to rock against him. It felt so good. Fuck. She thought that he had talented fingers, but his mouth was even better; she shouldn't be surprised, because he was a phenomenal kisser, so why wouldn't his mouth be equally talented below the belt? She moaned loudly, slightly frustrated that he was barely showing her clit any attention. She pouted when he briefly stroked his tongue inside of her, making her even wetter than before. "Jesse," she whined, and he chuckled against her core. "More, please?" She hoped that begging would get her further, but it earned her nothing but a quick flick of his tongue against her clit before going back to what he was doing before. She was so turned on, and she just needed to finish and go back to sleep. He was stretching this out, and it was driving her batshit crazy.
She groaned, deciding to take matters into her own hands, literally. She reached down and grabbed the sides of his head, pulling him where she wanted him: her clit. He laughed against it, licking her lightly before moving his face away from her. "I love that you're taking control right now, but do you think that you could release my ears? I'm afraid you're gonna tear them off." She immediately released his ears, sliding her hands into his hair instead, scraping her nails along his scalp. She bit her lip when he groaned against her, sucking her clit into his mouth. Her head fell back against the pillow, and she moaned loudly. His hand moved from her breast to the inside of her thigh. He spread her thighs even farther apart, stroking on the inside of her thighs with his fingers, making her whimper at the goose bumps that erupted on her body.
Beca jerked her hips when two of Jesse's fingers slid inside of her. She knew that she was so close; he switched between shallow and deep thrusts of his fingers, pressing on that spot inside of her on his deeper thrusts. He also switched between sucking hard on her clit and flicking it repeatedly, quickly with his tongue. The sensations were so intense, and she clamped her eyes shut, gripping the back of his head, pressing him close to her. For a moment, she was afraid that she was suffocating him, but then her arousal took over, letting that thought slip from her head as she chased her orgasm. "Oh, God. So close…" She moaned. He slid a third finger inside of her, pressing deep inside of her, and sucked hard at her clit. She cried out, her orgasm taking her by surprise. After a few moments, she pushed his head away from her, because it was getting to be too much.
He grabbed her by the hips, flipping her over onto her stomach. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees, sliding into her from behind. He pulled back, before thrusting into her again, and she met his hips with hers, pressing back against him. He leaned over, pressing his lips to her back, his fingers digging into her hips as he pushed himself in and out of her. On one of times he pulled out of her, she shifted her position, holding onto the headboard so that her body was raised slightly. She felt him grin into her back, kissing his way to her neck, where he bit down on her shoulder as he thrust into her again. She rolled her head to the side, allowing him more access to her throat. His thrusts continued to hit that spot inside of her, and she kept her eyes closed as she just let herself feel. The baby was kicking wildly inside of her, which was only slightly awkward for her to think about. Last night (or, rather, technically, earlier that morning), she had been so caught up that she didn't care, but the baby was essentially witnessing their almost depraved, most definitely desperate race towards an orgasm. She knew that it wouldn't always be like this, she didn't always have multiple orgasms repeatedly two days in a row; sometimes, it was actually hard for her to fully get there, which was the beauty of typically only having flings—she would never have to deal with seeing that person again after she faked it with them. She almost wished that she could be pregnant for the rest of her life (not really, but sort of)—if it meant that she continued to have five orgasms over the course of two days (four in one day, technically).
She felt herself reaching that point again, and she felt him slip both of his hands around her. One began working her between her legs, getting her to that point even faster, while the other was splayed on her stomach, acting almost as a calming presence for the baby who settled down slightly, allowing her to enjoy the moment more without being freaked out by the baby's voyeuristic moment. She cried out when she finally reached that point. With a few more thrusts, he followed her. They didn't move for a moment, staying connected by the hips, waiting for their breathing to even out. After a few moments, he pulled out of her and fell backwards onto the bed; his head was hanging slightly over the bottom of it. She turned around, stretching out beside him, running a hand down her face. She was in dire need of a shower after what she had started earlier and what he had started a half hour before.
"Fuck, pregnancy sex is awesome." Jesse said after a few moments.
"I was just thinking how fucking awesome it would be to this pregnant for the rest of my life." Beca said, fanning her face with her hand, trying to cool down some. "I'm not too big to feel unattractive, no weird cravings so far, no more nausea, no period, and crazy sex drive? Yes, please."
"I will happily help you out on this. As soon as the doctor gives you the okay, I will happily get you pregnant again." She smacked his chest with the back of his hand, which he grabbed in his, raising it to press a kiss on it. "I'm not kidding. I love your body like this. I don't know why you think that there will be a time when you're not sexy, because I have officially decided there is nothing sexier than a woman who is pregnant." He rolled over to face her, tangling his hand into her hair to turn her face towards his in order to stare into her eyes. "You're gorgeous, Beca. You always have been to me, and pregnancy has only made you more attractive."
She blushed, looking away from him, because she didn't know why he insisted on telling her how special she was to him, or how beautiful she was to him all of the time; it confused the shit out of her—made her heart and stomach do weird things. Surely, it was just the pregnancy hormones that were making her confused, because they heightened everything—she felt everything so much more clearly. She still felt sexy now, so it wasn't a problem, but when she was a huge, swollen, fat mess, she definitely wasn't going to feel sexy or beautiful or gorgeous. She didn't want him to lie to her, because it would only hurt her.
"Stop hiding from me," Jesse whispered, sliding his hand down Beca's cheek to turn her face back towards him. "You're beautiful." He said, kissing her; it was sweet, not sex-fueled at all. It was passionate, but it wasn't demanding or trying to put her back into the mood for sex. She pulled back, sliding a hand over her lips, because she totally just realized that they had kissed for the first time that morning, and they didn't brush their teeth. She sat up and attempted to slide her fingers through her knotted mess of hair. "What's wrong?" He asked, sitting up to kiss her shoulder. She realized that he was confused by why she pulled away from him, obviously thinking he did something to upset her, so she relaxed into him, laying the side of her head against his forehead.
"I can't kiss you with morning breath; it would totally ruin how awesome this morning was if I had stinky breath." He chuckled, pressing another kiss to her shoulder.
"Your breath is fine. Was mine bad?" She shook her head, but she still didn't want to kiss him until her teeth were brushed. Plus, she really wanted to shower. She eased away from him, climbing out of the bed. She walked into her bathroom, suddenly realizing how much she needed to pee. She quickly went to the bathroom, washing her hands. She added some toothpaste to her toothbrush and began scrubbing her teeth gently.
"I'm gonna shower. Want to join me?" Beca said around the toothbrush as she leaned back in doorway. "I recommend that you brush your teeth." She told Jesse before stepping back into the bathroom to turn on the warm water. She heard him tumble out of her bed, cursing when his body hit the floor.
She walked to the doorway and stared at him, seeing him tangled up in one of the sheets on the floor. She laughed, shaking her head. He winked, untangling himself from the blanket and followed her into the bathroom. She finished brushing her teeth, rinsing her mouth out and brushing through her hair while he grabbed his toothbrush from the cup where he had left it the night before. It was the only item of his that he had brought into her bathroom, which took her a moment to get used to. She climbed under the warm spray, and she ignored the fact that he was peeing in her toilet about two feet away from her.
A few moments later, he slid behind the curtain, coming up behind her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. He turned them around so that he was under the spray; he reached for her mango-scented shampoo from the shelf, squirting a small amount into his hand. He rubbed his hands together before sliding them through her hair, massaging her scalp with his nails. She closed her eyes, leaning her head into his fingers. She pulled away from him after a few moments, taking the shampoo bottle from the shelf where he had returned it. She squirted some into her hand, returning the bottle to the shelf. They traded positions again, and he rinsed the soap from her hair with his hands while she stood on her toes to wash his hair. When they were finished washing each other's hair, they repeated the process with the conditioner.
Jesse grabbed Beca's loufa from where it was hanging on the hook by her shelf, squirting some of her body wash into it; he stroked it along her arms, chest, breasts, and stomach. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of him washing her body. She opened them to find that he had gotten onto his knees in front of her, washing her legs and feet. He pressed a light kiss to her stomach, and she almost opened her mouth to say that she wasn't ready to have sex again, but he stood up, grabbing her hip with one hand to turn her around. He repeated the process, washing her back, butt, and legs. She grabbed her razor and the loufa from his hands; she quickly shaved her underarms while he squirted some of the soap into his hand to wash his body.
She chuckled at his groan when she bent over to quickly shave her legs. When she was finished and had returned the loufa and her razor to their proper places, she pushed him more firmly under the warm spray of the water, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pressed her body firmly against him, groaning slightly when her breasts stroked against his chest. They were still very sensitive. She kissed him forcefully, trying to mold him to her body. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her even closer to him (if that was even possible). She moaned into the kiss, and she slid one of her hands down his chest towards his stomach and in the direction of his dick, but he stopped her before she got there.
"This wasn't about sex, Beca," Jesse said, leaning his forehead against Beca's. "We don't have to have sex again. I just wanted to do something nice for you—be close to you." He said, and she knew that he was referring to him washing her hair and body. He was worshipping her body in a way that wasn't intended to be sexual. He was showing her how much he found her attractive, because he knew she was still feeling insecure about it. She nodded her head, kissing him lightly. "Let's feed that baby of ours. I'm sure you're probably starving." She didn't realize that he was right until he said it, and she felt her stomach shudder. He turned the water off, opening the curtain and stepping out of the tub. He grabbed a towel from the shelf where she kept them stacked, wrapping it around his hips before grabbing a second one. He helped her out of the shower, running the towel over her body, drying her off. He then moved the towel to her hair, drying it slightly. She took the towel from his hands, wrapping it around her body. She then began to brush through her hair with her comb while he finished drying himself off. He pressed a kiss on her shoulder before disappearing from the bathroom to go get dressed.
She smiled to herself as she began rubbing lotion all over her body. Even though she was feeling confused about what sex meant between them, she didn't want to think about it. He was so sweet and attentive to her and the baby, and the things that he did to her body were outstanding. She was going to enjoy having sex with him, and she wasn't going to think about the complications that it brought. She didn't want to worry about how strange things were going to be for them when the baby was born and things changed (let alone how weird things were going to be when they divorced in a few years). She paused when she felt the sharp stab in her gut (and, no, there wasn't a sharp pain in her chest, as well) at the thought of their divorce. She shook her head, because that is what they planned. They didn't want a real relationship; this was all fake. She was just getting caught up in the hormones from the pregnancy. When she finished with the lotion, she made her way back into her room to get dressed. She jumped when she felt him come up to her while she pulled her shirt over her head. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head when it emerged from the hole in the neck of the shirt. "Hey," he smiled at her. She smiled back at him, trying to keep her confusion and slight discomfort from her face. She didn't want him to know that she was confused about what was going on between them. He leaned over, kissing her lightly before dropping to his knees to talk to the baby. "Hi, little one. Daddy's here. What do you want mommy to eat for a late breakfast? I promise that daddy is going to leave mommy alone for awhile so that you two relax." She laughed, shaking her head when he winked at her. "Don't worry, though; he will be back later." She rolled her eyes at him.
"I want a huge plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and toast. And, I want you to make it." Beca said, tugging Jesse by the hand to make him stand up. He wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her against his side to walk them out of her room. "If this music composition thing doesn't work out for you, I totally think you should open a restaurant or something and feed me from sunup to sundown." He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they headed down the steps. "You laugh, but I'm not kidding. I'm never making food again. That's all you."
"I'm glad that you enjoy my cooking. You're a great cook, too, Beca." He said. "We should make food together more often, like the pizza night."
"That was fun, until you told me that you cheated on your ex with me. Twice." He groaned, shaking his head.
"You swore to me that you've let that go!"
"I have!"
"You keep bringing it up!"
"Because it isn't me!"
"I know that. I know that you're not that kind of person. I'm sorry that I made you that kind of person. I was drunk both times, and I was totally into you, so I just did it." She froze slightly when she heard him say that he was into her; surely, he meant that as being attracted to her, not as meaning that he liked her as anything other than a friend or someone to tease and harass for fun. He didn't seem to realize that there was anything off about what he said, because he kept talking. "I don't regret those kisses, though, because I think they helped ensure that you agreed to marry me. Without them—without our history—it would have been easier to say no." There it was; the confirmation that this wasn't real between them. She tried to ignore the way that her stomach tightened and her heart actually stopped beating for a moment (not really, but it felt like it!) when she heard him say that. She needed to remember that this wasn't real. They weren't real. Stupid fucking pregnancy hormones—they confuse the shit out of her for no reason.
Author's Note: It looks like Beca is starting to really feel something (which she is blaming on the pregnancy). Ahhh! Don't forget to review, everyone! :)