My Fake Husband

A Pitch Perfect Story

Chapter 15

Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.

Author's Note: Chapter 15 was originally 24 pages long, but I decided to divide it in half. The first half is the thirty-ish minutes before the party, and it has A LOT of Beca/Jesse moments. Quite a few of you have requested some more pregnancy sex, so your wish is my command. There is also a serious conversation for Beca and Jesse. I really hope that you all enjoy this chapter. So, without further ado, Part 1 of the Party!

Beca felt like one of those cheesy girls that are always depicted in the movies (not that she really watched those until she started living with Jesse—she made a mental note to punch him in the dick when she next got the chance, because she had seen far too many of those kind of movies now; he was such a douche bag for forcing this on her) or television shows (she watched more of them than she liked to admit before Jesse came into her life; they were then replaced almost entirely by movies due to Jesse's obsession) who laid out pretty much every clothing combination imaginable on her bed before the first date or the big date that she suspected was going to end with a ring on her finger and a declaration of love made by her boyfriend in front of her family and friends and random strangers on the street. Except, this wasn't her first date, and she already had the ring on her finger (two rings, if you wanted to get specific), along with two declarations of love (even if they were fake) in front of their friends and family and strangers. No, she was acting like those cheesy girls right now, because she was trying to decide what she was going to wear when she announced her pregnancy to all of her friends.

Beca stood in front of her bed in nothing but a pair of navy blue and white striped cotton boy shorts-style panties (slightly sexier than the usual "granny panties" that she had been sporting since her waist decided to balloon up, because they were from Victoria's Secret, so her a lot more of her butt cheeks hung out than other panties in this style, and they had a little bit of pink lace and a little pink bow. She was just happy that they didn't have some inappropriate phrase on them, like "this way to happy" or "naughty girl" or something. She had way more class than that…at least, she hoped she did) and one of her "sexier" nursing bras. (Um, there really wasn't anything sexy about a nursing bra, but it was white and lacy, so she liked it just fine, and it matched her underwear, so she felt like she had her shit together.) She stared at the two outfits that she had laid out on her bed. One was a navy blue Maxi dress, and the other was a pair of pregnant-lady jeans and a loose-fitting navy blue maternity top that was just girly enough that she felt like slamming her head against the wall for owning it, but one of the least girly maternity shirts that the store had sold. The first time that Jesse found out that she always matched her clothing, down to her underwear, he laughed so hard that beer came out of his nose, which made his eyes water and for him to scream in pain, to which she had responded, "karma's a bitch, asshole." Suffice to say, he never made fun of her desire to match ever again. She chewed on her bottom lip as she stared at the two outfits.

"Wow." Beca jumped at the sound of Jesse's voice. She glanced over her shoulder to see that he was leaning on his right side in the doorway with his arms crossed; his eyes were tracing up and down her nearly nude body. He looked good, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a fitted black button-up shirt. Well, fuck, now she was horny.

"Uggh! Stop being such a pervy asshole." She told him, biting her lip. He grinned, standing up straight. He made his way towards her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"I can't help it when you look like this." He whispered against the skin of her shoulder, running a hand across her stomach. She blushed. She never blushed when a man told her that she looked sexy, or alluded to it anyways, but she didn't feel sexy anymore.

Beca had spent about an hour carefully shaving her legs and under arms, painting her fingernails and toenails navy blue to match her clothes (shut up!), curling her hair to perfection, and expertly applied her makeup. She didn't normally try to look girly or pretty, but she was starting to feel uncomfortable with how her body looked. Her stomach was huge. Okay, so it really wasn't, but it felt and looked huge to her; fifteen-point-five pounds were a lot of extra weight on her tiny frame. Her face had blown up, as well; she totally had chipmunk cheeks now. Well, maybe they weren't that bad. Amy had assured her that they weren't, because she didn't exactly trust Jesse's claims that she looked great. He was regularly getting fucked by her, so if he wanted that to continue, he was gonna keep telling her that she looks good. Then, she got nervous that Amy was lying to her about how good she looked to try and make up for hurting Beca's feelings during their big blow up, so she went to Bumper, who is a dick most of the time and was willing to give people his honest opinion without sugar-coating it. He told her that he'd fuck her if he got amnesia and forgot that he had a wife and what a colossal bitch Beca was, so she finally believed that her cheeks didn't look all that bad. She also gagged at the thought of Bumper saying that he would fuck her, because…gross.

Then, there were Beca's breasts. While they had eased up on their tenderness (or maybe she had just gotten used to it?), they were now officially a C-cup, which is one cup size bigger than what she was used to, so now she was probably going to have to buy all new bras once the baby was born. They were also ugly. She didn't need to ask Jesse or Amy or Bumper if they thought her boobs were ugly now; no way. She just knew they were ugly, because she could totally see them. The veins in her breasts were now way more pronounced, so her boobs looked like when the Asian chick in the one X-Men movie got stabbed with the liquid metal and you could see it flowing through her body during the big fight with Wolverine (fucking Jesse Swanson!), except the veins were purplish-blue and thick and gross looking. She also had fucking stretch marks on her boobs. She didn't really have many of them on her stomach or on her legs or on her sides, because she thought she had done a pretty good job at gradually gaining weight over the course of her pregnancy and from using those creams, but she never had thought that she would need to put the cream on her boobs! So, now, they had these dark red squiggly lines (mixed in amongst the purpley-blue veins) on her boobs. Oh, God, her nipples! They were the worst, she was sure. They were huge now, and much darker in color. Okay, so that isn't bad, but now they were bumpy and kind of greasy to the touch; she had read online and in baby books that that was to reduce the chaffing, which was a big help from the way that her bras rubbed against them or when Jesse put his mouth or fingers there. (To his credit, he has kept any disgust at the sight of her super gross boobs to himself. She totally appreciated that. She made a mental note to give him a blow job sometime soon as a thank you for keeping that to himself.)

To make matters worse, Beca discovered that morning in the shower, much to her dismay, that her nipples had began to leak this gross yellowish stuff while she was washing her body. Sufficed to say, she got pretty freaked out, and the second she was done showering, she pulled on her robe and rushed out of the bathroom and over to the bed where Jesse was still sleeping. She then punched him in the back of the head (and continued to do so repeatedly), screaming about how he gave her an STD or something. She then called Brian to schedule an appointment to get checked out, telling him what was going on; he calmed her down and told her that her breasts were just leaking colostrums, which was the early breast milk, and that it was perfectly normal for her nipples to leak it. So, then she had to apologize to a half-unconscious Jesse who was clutching his head in pain; normally, she would be laughing her ass off, because she enjoyed seeing people in pain, but her stupid pregnancy hormones made her start bawling instead, which only pissed her off and made her cry harder, because apparently her sadness and anger were connected during pregnancy. So, the moral of this little story was that Beca Swanson (uggh!) was an extra crazy, hormonal bitch at the midpoint of her pregnancy, her breasts were ugly, gross, huge, and fucking leaking, and she never wants Jesse's mouth near her nipples ever again.

Anyways, between her stomach, her cheeks, and her breasts, Beca felt completely unattractive, so she decided to make an effort with how her hair and makeup looked. She had even taken the time to use more care when applying her heavy amount of eye makeup so that it looked less like a three year old had applied her eyeliner and mascara and gave the more professional, elegant "smoky" eye look. "Stop. I'm gross." She told her husband (UGGH!), who was still staring at her lecherously.

"You're not gross." Jesse said, turning her body to face him. "You're sexy, and you're pregnant. There is nothing gross about you." He pressed a light kiss to her lips, running his hands up her sides to cup her breasts in her bra. "Fuck, I love your boobs." She whimpered, because she hated her boobs. She was never having sex with her bra off again. Ever. "I loved them before, when you wouldn't let me touch them, but now that I do get to touch them, and they're huge, I love them even more." He squeezed them lightly, making her moan. She hated that her body was betraying her in that moment, because she wanted nothing more than to let him do whatever he wanted to her breasts.

"They're ugly." She let out a shuddering breath as he kissed down her neck, sucking lightly on her collarbone. "They are veiny and gross and fucking leaking. That isn't okay, Jesse. That isn't sexy."

"Everything about you is sexy." He pulled back to look into her eyes. "I'm serious, Beca. If the party wasn't starting in less than a half hour, I would totally throw you down on that bed and tear those cute little panties off of you. It isn't enough time for me to show you just how sexy I think you are." He kissed her heatedly, despite her crinkling her nose in disgust at his use of the word "panties."

"Uggh, don't say panties ever again," Beca muttered when Jesse finally pulled out of the kiss. "It makes you sound like a creepy old man trying to get a kid into your van." She told him, her eyes fluttering shut as he sucked on the spot just below her ear.

"Good to know that my pedophile voice is in prime shape." He said into her skin, biting down lightly on artery in her neck. "If it weren't for the pregnant belly and your huge boobs pressing against me, you would totally pass as an eight year old little boy with long hair. I can get plenty of practice using it on you. Then, again, I don't have a van, so I guess I'm shit out of luck." He said as his hands slipped behind her back to grab at the hooks of her bra. She stopped his hands, because it was difficult enough to get into the thing, she didn't want or need to put it on a second time. The good thing about a nursing bra is that she could leave it on but still expose her breasts to Jesse, since he was insisting on getting all up in their business. As long as he kept his mouth away from them, she was game (she was quickly forgetting just how ugly she thought her breasts were when he was kissing her and touching her like this). She unhooked one of the cups from the straps of the bra, chuckling slightly at the surprised look on his face.

"I totally knew that you were secretly gay and that I was really your beard." She moaned as his hand cupped her exposed breast, while the other fumbled to unhook the other cup one-handed. "I…ah…wouldn't…God…go around…mmmm…telling anyone…so good…about your desire…fuck…to bed small boys." She could barely form a sentence with the amazing feeling of him massaging her breasts in his hands, occasionally tugging lightly on her nipples. She laid her hands over his, stilling them for a moment, to give him a mischievous grin. "You might get arrested. Or killed."

Jesse grinned and pulled his hands from beneath Beca's to run them down her sides to her waist, turning her body and pushing her lightly so that she sat down on the bed between the two outfits she had laid out. He dropped to his knees in front of her, kissing her forcefully. His hands slid beneath her underwear to cup her butt, pulling her more firmly against him. "Let me show you just how not gay I am." He muttered against her lips, as he pulled her underwear down, exposing her lower half. She held onto his shoulders as she raised her hips, helping him to quickly pull the underwear down her legs. He dropped them onto the floor beside him. She bit her lip as he stared at her, and she found getting extremely aroused by the sight of him kneeling before her and taking in her nearly naked body.

"Take off your shirt." She told him. She wanted to see him. He stood up, quickly unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it onto the floor beside her underwear. He then unbuttoned his jeans, yanking down the zipper to reduce the pressure on his growing erection. Her eyes roamed his chest and stomach, stopping at the bulge beneath his boxers. He closed the distance between them, biting her bottom lip as he slid one hand between her legs. His fingers stroked her, pressing inside of her and making her moan against his mouth. "Fuck," she gasped as she pulled back to take a deep breath. He smiled at her, rubbing his thumb against her clit, making her hips jerk against his hand. "This isn't going to make me change my mind about the name Mae." She told him, making him laugh breathlessly against her neck, where he had pressed his face.

"I'll get you to agree to it…" He sucked lightly her neck. He kissed his way down her neck towards her chest, and she froze. She grabbed his hand, stilling it between her legs and tugged on his hair to stop his mouth from latching on to one of her nipples.

"I don't want your mouth on them anymore." He pouted.

"I like your boobs."

"Well, I'm not exactly into the Mommy-Adult Baby fetish." He sighed, nodding his head. His eyes latched onto her breasts.

"I'll miss you both very much." He said, making her chuckle. She thought he was being cute and stupid at the same time, talking to her breasts as though they could hear him. His rested his free hand onto her cheek, leaning forward to kiss her lightly as his hand started moving again between her legs, making her moan into the gentles kisses.

"You can't mess up my hair," she said as his hand slipped down her neck to settle onto the back of it. He pulled away from her to stare her in the eyes.

"Seriously? You realize that we're having sex right now? You're hair is bound to get messed up."

"I spent an hour getting ready because I don't exactly feel pretty anymore. If you ruin my hair, I will castrate you and keep your dick as a dildo."

"Wow." He shook his head. "That really gets a guy in the mood. By the way, castration is when you remove someone's balls, not their dick."

"Well, my kind of castration includes the whole enchilada."

"Please don't refer to my genital region as Mexican food."

"Mmmm, I could eat an enchilada right now." Beca bit her lip as she thought about spicy Mexican dish. Jesse pulled his hand from between her legs, drawing her attention back to him. "What are you doing?"

"You're obviously not into this anymore if you're concerned about your hair getting messed up and thinking about eating Mexican food."

"I'm into it. I swear…" He cocked an eyebrow at her. "I'm into it, Jesse." She said softly, leaning forward to kiss him lightly. She pulled back from the kiss to look him in the eye. "I got a little distracted from all the talking, but I want to be with you. Please don't stop." He studied her for a moment before kissing her gently.

"Are you ready?" She nodded her head, and he pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. She yanked on his pants and boxers with her hands to expose him to her. She pushed his pants further down his thighs with her feet as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slightly to make sure that he was completely ready for her. He moaned, leaning his forehead against her. "It's going to be quick." She nodded her head again, shifting so that her lips brushed against his. He knocked her hand out of the way and adjusted her waist, guiding himself inside of her. They both moaned when he settled himself completely inside of her. He pulled back out slowly and repeated the process, setting a slow pace at first before he started rocking into her harder and faster. He pulled back from the kiss, locking his eyes with hers, balancing his weight on his hands behind her back, pressing his body against the front of her so that she was leaning back on an angle.

Beca shifted her legs, wrapping them around Jesse's waist. One arm was wrapped around his neck, anchoring her body to his, while the other arm was on the bed behind her, gripping the blankets in order to hold her body up to keep her hair from getting too disheveled. The position wasn't the most comfortable, especially because her stomach was pressed against his in a not so comfortable way. She realized that having a quick session of sex before a party when your five months pregnant probably wasn't the best idea, especially the position that they were in. "Jesse," she moaned out, because his body rocking into her felt so amazing, despite the awkward position. "I need…"

"I can't move my hands to touch your clit, or I'll lose my balance." He grunted, leaning his sweaty forehead against hers. He thought that she was going to say that she needed more (she did, but that wasn't what she was trying to say to him). Shit, she was going to have to fix her makeup. Did she have time to get cleaned up, fully dress herself, and to fix her makeup after having sex before their friends arrived?

"No," she shook her head. "I need to change the position. My stomach…there's too much pressure." He pulled away from her instantly, ignoring her groan when he pulled out of her. He pressed both of his hands to her bump.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay? I guess we need to start doing the other positions, because you're getting so far along."

"I'm fine. It was the angle. If I was lying down, I probably would have been fine. I just don't want to screw up my hair. I'll already have to touch up my makeup." Jesse rolled his eyes, sliding his hands from the bump to Beca's hips, pushing her further onto the bed so that she could turn over and get on all fours. He pulled her by the hips so that he was standing behind her, and he ran a hand along her spine.

"I don't like this position as much." He said after a few moments, brushing the hair off her neck and back so that he could lean over her to press a kiss to the top of her spine. She glanced over her shoulder at him when he leaned back.

"I could be on top if you want. Would that be better?"

"I like looking into your eyes." He said quietly. "I like seeing you. I also like that it takes longer in the other positions. It's too quick this way for both of us." His phone began buzzing from the pocket of his jeans, which were still bunched around his ankles. "Fuck, we don't exactly have all the time in the world right now. This way will get us both off faster." One of his hands squeezed her hip while he used the other to guide himself into her. He began rocking into her hips at a rough, fast past, making both of them moan at the friction that it caused. He slid the hand on her waist up to cup one of her breasts that was hanging through the undone cup of the nursing bra. His other hand slipped around her waist to rub against her clit, which made her jerk back against him and moan loudly. Within a few minutes, his thrusts became more erratic and shallow, and she knew that he was nearing the precipice of an orgasm. She was so close, too, but she needed a little more.

"Harder, Jesse. I need more." She told him, and he began pushing into her harder, stroking his fingers in tighter circles against her clit. She moaned, and she felt herself slipping towards the edge. It was his orgasm—the way that he ground his hips into her, rather than thrusting into her, the way he massaged her breast so that his palm rubbed relentlessly over her sensitized nipple, and the way that his chest fell against her back, pressing his body so close to hers-that brought about her own orgasm. She moaned loudly, and her body clenched around his, dragging a groan out of him.

After a few moments, Jesse pulled away from her, and Beca did her best not to fall into a heap onto the bed. She was still on all fours when she felt him return, a cool washcloth sliding between her legs to clean her up. She whimpered, because she was still feeling super sensitive. When he was finished, his hand disappeared with a light smack to her left butt cheek, making her squeak from the sting and her indignation. She carefully climbed off of the bed backwards. She bent over, grabbing the pair of underwear from the floor, pulling them up her legs. "Who was calling you?" She asked as she settled her underwear onto her hips and began to refasten the cups on the bra, hiding her hideous breasts from view once again.

"Hat. I think he and Chloe are almost here." Jesse said when he walked back into the room, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. "You're hair's fine." He began to button up his shirt, and she wondered how he could look as though he didn't spend the last ten minutes having sex with her, whereas she was a sweaty, nearly naked mess. Fucking guys…wait; did he say that Chloe and Dean were on their way?

"Shit." She glanced frantically between the two outfits. "Jesse, what do I wear?"

"What? Is that why you were standing in your underwear when I found you? Since when are you one of those girls who doesn't know what to wear. You get ready quicker than I do in the morning."

"Um, hi, did you not notice the two outfits I had laid out on the bed? They're a little rumpled right now. Shit, they didn't get anything on them, did they?" She began to inspect the clothing, looking to see if they had gotten any of their fluids onto the clothes.

"Didn't notice them." Jesse shrugged, and Beca stared at him like he was stupid. "What? I got a little distracted by my sexy, pregnant wife standing in her bra and panties near our bed." She grimaced.

"I told you not say the word panties. God, your pedophile voice is going to give me nightmares."

"Oh, don't start! You're going to ruin the post-sex haze we've got going on now. I don't appreciate being called a pedophile."

"You're the one that started it!"

"How did I start it? You're the one that said I sounded like a pedophile!"

"You're the one who used the creepy pedophile voice! You're also the one who first said the word pedophile!"

"Stop calling me a pedophile!" He frowned. "Question…would it make me a pedophile if I had sex with my high school girlfriend after I turned eighteen even though she was still sixteen?"

"I don't know! What was the age of consent in Canada?" Beca stared at Jesse. What the fuck? Where did this conversation come from? She was amazed at how their conversations transitioned from topic to random topic. Were they really debating about pedophilia and the age of consent in Canada?

"I don't know." He pulled his phone from his pocket and started clicking buttons.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking up the age of consent in Canada."

"Why? Does it really matter?"

"Yes, because I need to know if I committed statutory rape of my old girlfriend."

"You're such an idiot. I honestly don't think she would really care now if you did. Plus, we don't want to go around and draw attention to it if you did, because you totes would be sent packing back to Canada for sure. I don't the US government is too keen on foreign rapists." She rolled her eyes and looked back down at her clothing. After a few moments, she decided that she had to know what he found out. She didn't know why, but she had to know. "So, did you? I have to know if my husband's gonna go to jail or not."

"Nope. When I was growing up, the age of consent was apparently fourteen, but laws changed and now it's sixteen." He said, staring at his phone. "Although, fourteen and fifteen year olds can have sex with people up to five years older, and twelve and thirteen year olds can have sex with people that are two years older. Anyone younger than that is apparently incapable of deciding whether or not to engage in sexual intimacy."

"Seriously?" She stared at him in disbelief. "Fucking Canadians."

"Hey! I take offense to that. We Canadians are awesome…and pretty fucking liberal."

"Twelve year olds are legally allowed to have sex with someone who is fourteen? Fourteen year olds can have sex with someone who is up to nineteen years old? Really?" She laid her hands on her stomach. "Think about your kid. Do you want your son or daughter having sex at twelve or with someone who is four or five years older than him or her?" Jesse's eyes widened, and Beca watched him frantically begin typing on his phone again. "What are you doing now?"

"Looking up the age of consent for California." He sighed in relief. "Thank God! The age of consent is eighteen, which means that I can threaten any person who tries to have sex with my kid with legal action. Beca, am I allowed to own a gun if I get properly trained in how to use it and follow all the correct safety precautions."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not? Don't you want to protect your son or daughter from getting sexualized too soon? I know I do."

"You're probably going to wind up shooting yourself while learning how to use it, and either you would die or I would have to take care of your injured ass. Neither of which is all that appealing to me. Although, I think I would take death over having to care for you while you're recovering from a bullet wound."

"Really? You would rather I would die?"

"Yes, because that way I would make money off of you, and I could find myself a hot pool boy to shower all of that said money on. Plus, I wouldn't be forced to take care of your stupid ass because you shot yourself."

"Wow. It's a good thing Danielson never asked a question like this during our interviews. I would have responded that of course you would be a dutiful, loving wife who would care for her ailing husband."

"Yes, I would care for you in the sense that I would hold a pillow over your face."

"Huh…that's horrifying. Remind me to never get sick around you." He stared at her with widened eyes. "Even though I took care of you when you were sick due to morning sickness. And, I wait on you hand and foot every day." He muttered quietly, and she glared at him. She decided to ignore the latter part of his response and focused on the former.

"I'm surprised you didn't learn that I'm pretty scary by now. Also, I wouldn't let you have a gun in this house, because you would probably accidentally wind up shooting whomever you were threatening and then you'd go to jail. Unless, if someone breaks into your house, you're allowed to shoot people and get away with it?" She shrugged. "You know, I think that is what is considered okay, but only if they are inside of the house. It's self-defense then. With my luck, you would shoot the person before they walked through the door and get arrested that way. And, if somehow you make it through actually learning how to handle a gun and avoid accidentally killing yourself and others, our kid might come across it and accidentally shoot him- or herself. So, no gun."

"I take offense to your assumption that I wouldn't be able to handle a gun. I'll have you know, I'm killer at paintball. And laser tag. And, I took archery during summer camp when I was growing up. My hand-eye coordination is rather stellar. Plus, you've told me repeatedly that I have the reflexes of a cat. I think I would be an excellent gun owner."

"There will be no gun in our house."

"You're not the boss of me." She crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Would you like to continue to have a penis and testicles? Would you like to continue to use them…with me?"

"Yes, please." Jesse laughed, shaking his head. His face darkened for a moment before one of his fake smiles slipped onto his face. She hated when he did that. "Well, I guess I will have to wait until after we get a divorce to buy the gun, and it will stay with me and our kid."

Beca felt like someone punched her in the gut, and she quickly looked away, staring at her the clothing in front of her, hoping that he didn't see the agony she was feeling when he said that. She knew deep down that they were going to get a divorce, and she kept bringing it up, to remind herself that everything between them was just friendship and pregnancy hormones, but to hear him say it—to hear him actually bring it up for the first time—it hurt. It actually surprised her how much it hurt to hear him bring up the divorce and raising their child as two separate people—as friends rather than a couple. Which, they weren't. They weren't a couple. "You will not have a gun around my child, Jesse." She told him sternly, and she could practically hear the eye roll that he gave her.

"This was fun, Beca. Our banter is always highly entertaining, but we need to focus on the issue at hand: getting you dressed. We have like six minutes until our guests will begin arriving, and, you are just about naked. I personally don't find this to be a problem, if you were to only have the girls over or if it was just the two of us tonight, but the guys are gonna be here, too, and I don't want to have to punch anyone in the face for trying to screw my wife." It was her turn to respond with an eye roll, because none of them were going to try and hook up with her, because almost all of the men attending the party tonight were either married or in committed relationships, aside for Unicycle. Did he really think she would try to screw Unicycle? No matter how great the guy's abs were (or the rest of his body, frankly), she still wouldn't touch Unicycle with a ten foot pole, because the asshole still goes by Unicycle and STILL RIDES A UNICYCLE.

"I don't want to draw too much attention to my stomach until we announce the pregnancy." She chose to ignore the fact that he really had no claim to whether or not she had sex with someone besides him or the fact that he thought she would have sex with any one of their male friends.

"Well, whenever you wear a dress, it does show…less." Jesse tried, shrugging his shoulders. Beca nodded her head.

"That is why I started wearing the Maxi dresses. As soon as I began showing, I bought a bunch of dresses, because I didn't want to look pregnant when we were around each other until you and I got a chance to talk." His face clouded momentarily, and she frowned, because she knew he was thinking about how angry he was that she kept the pregnancy from him for so long, as well as his reaction to it when he did find out. While she had forgiven him for how he acted, her heart (shut up! She did have feelings; just because she didn't often acknowledge them or talk about them, she did have them. Sometimes. And, he hurt her feelings that night; he made her cry) and her ego were still slightly bruised over how he blew up at her. They hadn't talked about it too much since that night. Had it really only been two weeks? They should probably sit down and talk about everything again.

"Although, you just said it yourself; you're not really a dress person and didn't really wear them all that often before you got pregnant, so the girls might be suspicious if they see you in a dress and be actively looking for a reason why you're wearing one." She smiled sadly at him when she saw that he bypassed the topic of that night completely, but she could still hear how upset he was as he said the words.

"You're right." She picked up the dress by its hanger and returned it to her wardrobe. She walked back over to the bed and began pulling the pants on. "It might be better to wear a shirt and pants, anyways, because if it were physically possible for a grown person to climb inside of a woman's vagina, Chloe would find a way to do it in order to get up close and personal with this baby." She said, trying to make a joke. It worked, because he laughed, but it wasn't quite like his normal laughter, which made her sad. "She totally would have pulled my skirt up in front of everyone to get at my stomach, and I would have wound up flashing the entire party my ass, my new found cellulite, and my swollen as shit ankles. At least, if I'm wearing a shirt and pants, she would only be yanking up the shirt to make out with my stomach or whatever she's gonna do, and I wouldn't be showing off everything I now have to offer to the entire party."

Jesse helped Beca pull the shirt on completely. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against him into a hug. "You don't have cellulite. Believe me, I would know. I've seen more of you below the belt in the last two weeks than you've seen of yourself in the last few months, so I think you can trust me when I say that you still look amazing despite any weight you have gained." She rolled her eyes at him before resting her forehead against his chest. If anyone (read: Jesse) said anything about the fact that she was breathing in his smell, she would punch him in the face or the gut or the balls, because she totally wasn't. (Okay, she was, but he didn't need to know that she loved how he smelled and did her best to, like, sniff him whenever they were in each other's personal space. Okay, so that sounded totally weird; it was better to say 'breathe in his smell,' right? Either way, she felt like a total freak for doing it, so she didn't want him to know that she did it.)

"Jesse," Beca began, but she stopped, because she didn't know what to say. She wanted to apologize to Jesse about keeping the pregnancy a secret. She had her reasons why she didn't want to tell him, but she still felt bad about keeping him out of the loop and then making him feel bad for getting upset when he found out the way that he did. She felt a strange pressure in her stomach, but she ignored it, brushing it off as nerves over what she was about to say to him. "I'm sorry that I kept the pregnancy a secret from you for so long. I shouldn't have waited five weeks to tell you. I'm also sorry that I wasn't the one that told you, but that you had to find out from Phil and Gladys." She didn't want to look at him, so she continued to press her face against his chest. She felt him squeeze her hips, his fingertips digging slightly into the control top of the pregnancy jeans.

"Becs," he started, but she shook her head. She wasn't done.

"No, it was wrong of me. I know that I gave all of these excuses, like I didn't want to distract you from your work on the movie and that you were so busy, but the truth was that I was scared. I was scared of telling you, because we were never supposed to sleep together. We were never supposed to have a kid. We were never supposed to be like a normal married couple, and I didn't know how to go about telling you that I got pregnant, because you and I were drunk and made the mistake of having unprotected sex." She paused again, pulling away from him and turning her back on him. She didn't want to look at him or touch him for the part that she was going to say next. "I was also scared of your reaction. I was scared that you were going to react the way you did…well, sort off. I was scared that you were going to be angry and to blame me for it, not that you would get angry because you thought that I got pregnant by someone else. Or, that you would be indifferent—that you wouldn't care, that you wouldn't want to be involved in any capacity, because this wasn't a real relationship, so you didn't have any desire to be tied to me or this baby. I think that is where that nightmare that I had came from. I was so scared that if I lost this baby that you would be out the door the second these two years were up, like everything that happened was nothing."

"Beca, I would have never reacted that way." He walked around to stand in front of her, grabbing her by the chin to raise her eyes to look into his. "Well, I mean, I did overreact and get angry that you kept it from me, but I think we both can understand why that was understandable. I had to find out because my boss and his wife noticed that you were pregnant, and I felt like an idiot, because I didn't. Although, I shouldn't have blown up the way that I did, but I was so sure that it was Cole's and not mine. What I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry that I acted the way that I did when I found out, but if we had actually talked about it the second that you found out that you were pregnant or when you first suspected that you were, I wouldn't have not cared. I love thisbaby." He said the last two words really quickly so that they kind of blended together. She knew that he loved the baby now, but, at the time, she was scared that he was going to react negatively. Although, Jesse had always been a great guy, and their friendship had come a long way after they slept with each other that first time. "We can't go back and change what happened, no matter how much we wish we could. Sure, it would have been nice if I could have been there with you when you first found out you were pregnant or that we sat down to talk about it that night, but I'm not completely free of fault either. I should have taken the time to check in with you better over those weeks, but I was a shitty husband, who was only focused on himself."

"You weren't that shitty. You were busy and excited about getting to work on a film. I'm really proud of you, Jesse. You deserved it. You deserve to get another shot. You're really talented."

Author's Note: Alright, ending it with that. Please let me know what you think of this chapter in a review and THEN move on to Chapter 16/Part 2 of the Party?