My Fake Husband
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 18
Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.
Author's Note: So, week one of my break between the semesters is over. Two weeks to go. This story is coming to a close. One final thing before I go: don't make fun of the cheesy toy names I use in this chapter. That is literally what I named all of my toys as a kid. I don't know why. They're random, made up names. Oh, children are so weird...haha! (Another small thing is that, unlike Beca, I loved Heart of Darkness - great book!) There's some good lovin' at the end. Enjoy! ;)
Beca didn't know what to say to Jesse at first as they walked out of Brian's office following the appointment. It was a shock to hear him say that he loved her. Then, it was an even bigger shock for her to realize that she loved him back. But, why was that a shock, though? He was her best friend. She loved Amy. She loved Chloe. She loved Aubrey. She loved all of the girls. Hell, she loved Dean. Maybe even Bumper! (Um, wait, never mind. She might puke now.) It was weird, though, to hear him say those three words, because the only other time he ever said them was the day of the wedding. Sure, they've talked about how much they care about each other, but they never came out and said that they loved each other. So, really, she was freaking out over nothing. They were best friends, and they loved each other as best friends do. There was nothing more to it than that. It was no biggie. She grabbed his hand in hers and squeezed it, trying to indicate that things were good between them. Because, they totally were. It's no big deal that he said those three silly words-words that typically either made a person's heart swell from happiness or explode from discomfort. She wasn't sure what her heart was doing at that moment (maybe a little bit of both?), but all she knew was that she needed was for him to not shut down on her. They were best friends. They were cool. It was gonna be okay. Right?
"While we're out, would you like to go to the baby store and order the second crib and get the stuff we need for Abby?" She said, earning a light squeeze of her hand and barely a quiver of a head nod in response. She sighed. She didn't like this one bit. He was shutting her out, freaking out over nothing. She scrambled to think of something to say. She pulled him by the hand to the small bench outside of the office. She sat down and frowned when he sat some distance away from her. In the beginning of this marriage, she would have thought it was normal that he sat so far away from her, but at this point, they were best friends who regularly fucked each other. They've been all over each other for a long time now. This distance between them (both literally and figuratively) is not normal. Or, okay, for that matter. "I know that I was a bit of a bitch to you in there. I'm sorry for that. I was in shock after finding out about the second baby. I'm really sorry that I bit you're head off, and I hate that you're mad at me or whatever this is." She said, waving her hand between them. She sure that this wasn't the reason for why he was acting weird, but she was too chicken to just come out and bring up the very large elephant in the room...or the outside. Oh, whatever. "Forgive me?" She said, reaching out and laying a hand on his knee.
Jesse didn't look at her, but he finally gave Beca a response. It wasn't one that she was looking for, but it was a response, right? "There's nothing to forgive, Beca. It was a shock to see that we're having twins." Oh, what the fuck. He was still being really weird. She's not okay with this at all. She needed him to stop. She didn't know how to get it to stop. She decided to ease into talking about the big, fat elephant that was pressing down onto them, so she tried lightening the mood a little.
"Well, I'm not planning on changing my mind or anything, but I'm still curious as to how you're gonna try and change my mind on giving Abby the middle name of Mae." She bit her lip, a small smile on her face, but all she got in response was a fucking shrug of his shoulders. He shrugged his fucking shoulders! She narrowed her eyes and yanked her hand off of his knee so fast that he could have burned her. She crossed her arms and stared at him, watching him avoid her gaze, instead staring at his shoes like they were curing cancer or world fucking hunger. She didn't like him acting like this. Her hormones were out of control, and she simultaneously felt like punching him in the dick and bursting into tears. The only other time that he acted strange like this-like really strange-was the night that they told her parents that she was pregnant. He wouldn't kiss her at first, didn't look at her, and it sent her insecurities skyrocketing, making her a blubbering mess about not being attractive to him anymore. It really hurt her at the time to think that he was finally losing interest in her, considering how he was constantly telling her how attractive he thought she was as she progressed through her pregnancy. Then, he kissed her so hard and intensely that it took her breath away, telling her that she was still beautiful and amazing and all that shit. She didn't know what the hell was going on with him in that moment, but ever since that kiss, he had been even more insanely attentive to her than ever before. Now, he was acting like a fucking weirdo freak again. She didn't fucking like it.
"We need to get into the car. It looks like it might rain, and we need to get to the store and call everyone—" Beca reached up and put her hand over Jesse's mouth. When it was clear that he was done talking, she dropped her hand again.
"I'm not getting into that car with you until you tell me what's got you so freaked out right now. Is it that we're having twins? Because you seemed so excited when we first found out, but has it set in that we're having two babies now? I mean, I feel like we pulled a role reversal, because I'm super excited to be having twins." The corners of his mouth quivered, and he shook his head.
"I'm excited about having twins, too." He told her, rubbing his hands over her swollen stomach.
"Okay, so it's not the twin thing." She bit her bottom lip, studying his face. "Is it 'cause I refuse to name her Abigail Mae? I just don't think it's appropriate to name her that. It's weird and gross. Plus, it might give Alex some weird complex, because Abby has a part of her name that is a reference of something that means something to the two of us, but he won't. Sure, he has Gabriel in his name, but that isn't a reference to the two of us." She was rambling, but he wasn't saying anything, and it was totally freaking her out.
"No, it's not that. I get why you don't want to name her that. If you want her to be Abigail Rose, then that's what her name'll be. You're giving me Alexander Gabriel when you like David better, so I will give you Abigail Rose." His voice was low, and his eyes were darting around, not meeting hers at all. She didn't know how to bring up the third (and likely) reason for his weirdness. She took a deep breath.
"So, if it's not they Mae versus Rose thing, then that leaves one thing." She watched his eyes drift shut and his jaw tense. Bingo. "It's about the 'I love you' thing." She reached up to lay her hand on his cheek. "I'll admit that it took me by surprise, but Brian totally bought it, so there's nothing to be freaking out about. I think it was normal for me and you to start to say the l-word in front of our friends more, since we supposedly kept our relationship a secret from them for a year and that we've been married and are pregnant for only a few months…" She paused, taking a deep breath. "I actually think that we should start saying it more in front of our friends. It's gonna be weird that we never say that we love each other. Married people usually do love each other. I mean, Chloe says how much she loves Dean every five seconds when we're on the phone to each other, so if I don't start saying that I love you about something, she might suspect something's up."
Jesse's eyes finally slipped open and began to study her face. Beca braced herself for his response to all of that, but he didn't say anything. He just stared at her, his brow furrowed, his jaw tensed, and his entire body practically vibrating with something. His mouth opened and closed for a moment, but then he shook his head and looked away from her. She frowned, because it was obvious that something about it was still bothering him. "Hey, Jess…this whole thing between us…it's not normal. Even when we tried to control it—put rules on it—that didn't work. It went out the window. We have to just take it one day at a time, right? I need you to know one thing, though. You're my best friend. You're my whole world. You and the babies—the three of you are the most important part of my life. I want you to know that I do love you. It might not be love that most people think about between couples, but I do love you. When all of this is over, we will still have each other, right?" She held her breath, waiting for his reaction.
It was really hard for her to admit that she loved him like that, because she was afraid that he would misread it as something more. He obviously didn't feel the same way about her, because he was freaking out about saying it in front of Brian. Maybe he didn't see her as his best friend or his whole world, like she did. She hoped he felt the same way, that their family was the most important thing to him. He looked at her in shock, and she let out her breath, trying to remain calm and completely composed. He didn't need to know about her internal upheaval over admitting that. He studied her for a moment before he swallowed. She could barely hear him when he finally spoke. "Yeah...we'll still have each other when it's over."
The disappointment hit her like a ton of bricks. Like, she literally felt like someone had forced her against a wall and another wall was boxing her in, slamming into her over and over. It was kind of overwhelming for her in that moment. She gave him a tense and pinched smile, jumping up from the bench. As she walked in the direction of the parking lot, listening to him follow behind her, she thought about how that was exactly what she expected and wanted to hear from him, but actually hearing him say the words hurt for some reason. She couldn't understand why. He rushed past her to open the passenger door to help her into the car, since it was getting more and more difficult to do things on her own as she progressed later and later into her pregnancy. She hated that more than anything. She hated been weak or vulnerable or dependent on him (both physically, and, apparently, fucking emotionally, because she was a mess over all this bullshit between them). The drive to the baby store was silent and still very much awkward.
While Jesse put in the order for the second crib, Beca wandered around the store with a cart, grabbing doubles of the bedding, blankets, cloth diapers, et cetera. He came up beside her as she was perusing some of those stuffed animals that were attached to little blankets, debating on what to buy the twins. He shoved a stuffed monkey under her nose. She grinned at the sight of it, dropping the little frog-blanket and cow-blanket toys she was holding into the cart. "This is perfect. Alex will have his stuffed bunny, Peter, and Abby will have her stuffed monkey. What should we name it?"
"George." He said as she pulled the monkey from his hands and rested it against her stomach, presenting it to her daughter who was still in her womb. "We have Peter Rabbit, and this one looks a little like Curious George, so we have to name it George."
"Hey, little girl. This is George. He's your stuffed monkey." She said to her belly. "You know, as soon as these babies start talking, they're gonna change their names." She glanced over at him after she put the stuffed monkey into the cart.
"What did you name your toys when you were a kid?" Jesse asked. She blushed, biting her lip. "What? Was it something stupid?"
"I named everything Taka and Rizzie." She said, and he snorted. She shot him a dirty look, twirling the end of her ponytail around her finger. "Shut up."
"Taka and Rizzie? Really though?" She smacked his upper arm and wandered away from him. He followed her, stopping the cart just behind her, seeing as she looked at the butterflies from before. He pulled her back to face him, taking her face into his hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Taka and Rizzie are really cute names." She pouted, and he leaned forward to press a light kiss to her lips. It was the first time he kissed her since he said the three words that turned them upside down for a while. She was relieved, because it meant they were getting back to normal. At least, she hoped so. "Let's buy this stuff and get some lunch. Then, we can head home. I'm anxious to see what this present is that you bought me. Then, we can announce the twins to everyone in a mass text." He grabbed the butterflies that she was looking at, dropping them into the cart, as well. "I think it is safe to say that these butterflies belong in the babies' room."
Beca grinned at Jesse for two reasons. First, he was getting the butterflies that meant so much to her before. Second, she was excited to see what his reaction to the piano was going to be. She really hoped that he liked it. Maybe it was three reasons-she was pretty hungry. She nodded her head, following him as he pushed the cart to the cash register. While he was dealing with the cashier, she checked in with Amy via text. According to her blonde Aussie friend, the piano had been delivered and placed exactly where the petite brunette had wanted it. Amy was going to lock up and head into Tasmania. "Let's go." She said impatiently as he signed the credit card receipt. He cocked an eyebrow at her as he slid the slip of paper and pen towards the cashier. "The babies are hungry," she moaned as she rubbed her stomach, making him laugh and the cashier smile at them.
"I'm sure the babies are famished." He joked as he took their bags from the cashier. They brought them to the car, putting them into the trunk. "Where do you want to go for lunch? The place we went last time?"
"Yeah, that sounds good." They walked hand in hand down the street in the direction of the restaurant that they ate in the last time they went shopping for baby stuff. When they arrived at the restaurant, he got them a table while she went to the bathroom for what seemed like the fortieth time that day. After she peed and washed her hands, she checked her appearance in the mirror. Her eyeliner was smudged, like usual, and her hair was messy and falling out of her ponytail. She pulled the elastic from her hair, and she fluffed it, making a mental note to get a haircut soon; it was getting too long for her-she preferred to keep it shoulder length, which is much more manageable, in her opinion. She gathered her hair up again into a much neater ponytail. She wet the pads of her middle fingers to clean up her smudged eyeliner. She adjusted her shirt so that it wasn't as bunched up around her waist. When she was finished, she thought she looked a bit more put together than before. She walked out of the bathroom and glanced around for her husband.
Her jaw tensed, and she crossed her arms. There he was, sitting at a table, smiling at pretty brunette dressed in a skintight dress with a lightweight sweater over it, seated on the opposite side of the table. Next to her was a blonde with her hair cut short in an asymmetrical bob, dressed in a pair of jean capris and a tight t-shirt. The brunette was familiar, very familiar. Too fucking familiar. She narrowed her eyes when she saw the girl reach across the table to lay her hand on his forearm. She took a deep breath to center herself. She marched across the room, plastering a big smile onto her face. "Jesse," she said pressing a kiss to his cheek. He smiled up at her, wrapping an arm around her waist and brushing his hand across the swell of her stomach as he leaned over to press a kiss on it, saying his hellos to both her and the babies. If she wasn't so pissed at the moment, she would find it to be cute. "Janelle, hello!" She turned her attention onto the daughter of her husband's boss.
Janelle plastered a very fake smile onto her face, leaning forward in a way that squeezed her upper arms together and accentuated her breasts, a move that was obviously directed towards Jesse, in the hopes that he would draw his attention to them. "Beca! Wow! Look at you! you're huge." She scrunched her nose up in a way that was supposed to be cute, an act that the petite brunette was all too familiar with due to her perfect step-sister. Beca couldn't help but think about how Janelle and Mia were probably Satan's twin daughters that were roaming the Earth in the hopes of ruining the lives of the innocent (okay, so maybe she wasn't exactly innocent, but still). "This is my roommate, Ellie." Janelle said, waving a hand at her blonde friend.
"Well, generally, that is what happens when you're six and a half months pregnant." Beca responded, clutching at her stomach as if she was trying to protect her babies from the talons and beak of the disgusting vulture that was trying to flirt with her husband in front of her. She glanced briefly at the blonde beside Janelle, who looked uncomfortable and confused. "It's nice to meet you, Ellie. I'm Beca, Jesse's wife." The blonde gave her a tense smile.
"Beca's gorgeous." Jesse said, interlacing Beca's fingers with the fingers of his left hand as he tugged her into the seat beside him. His right arm draped across her shoulders as he tucked her more firmly into his side. He brushed a kiss across her temple.
"Of course! I didn't mean for it to sound that I didn't think she looks great. She totally does. She's just so big now." Janelle tried, squeezing her arms together, and her boobs looked like they were about to pop out of her dress. Beca tensed beside her, because she saw Jesse's gaze slip to the younger girl's breasts involuntarily. He'd been so good, but he finally lost the battle. She saw Janelle look triumphant momentarily, until she realized that Jesse changed his expression to one of disgust at her blatant flirting. His eyes were narrowed as he looked at her face, no longer smiling. Janelle swallowed, gradually relaxing her arms so that her breasts were no longer pushed up to her chin.
"We're having twins." Jesse said, laying a comforting hand onto Beca's stomach.
"Twins?" Janelle said, watching as he stared sweetly at Beca and ran a hand over her bump.
"Yeah, a boy and a girl. I'm so excited. We're naming them Alexander and Abigail. Becs, how are you feeling?" She smiled at him.
"I'm starving, and my feet are killing me. The joys of being pregnant." She joked to the two younger girls. "You're always tired, hungry, sore, or feel like you need to be."
"Do you need a foot rub when we get home?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"It's your birthday. This is supposed to be a day all about you and me doing nice things for you."
"Giving you a foot rub is nice for me." She narrowed her eyes at him.
"How is that nice for you?"
"It will make you happy and feel good." He brushed his lips against hers in a light kiss. "When you're happy and feel good, I generally get to feel happy and good." She rolled her eyes at his innuendo, chuckling.
"You're such a pervy dork." She told him, turning her attention back to the pissed off Janelle and very uncomfortable Ellie. Beca felt bad for the blonde, who looked like she wished she could be anywhere else. "How's school going for you two?" She said as she perused the menu for what she wanted to eat for lunch.
"It's going really well. I just finished up my midterms, and I'm really looking forward to the end of the semester. I'll be back home and helping out in Daddy's office during winter break." Janelle said, running a hand through her brown hair in a way that was supposed to be enticing to Jesse. Beca tensed beside him, and he laid a reassuring hand on her knee, squeezing it lightly.
"I remember that feeling." She said after she swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'm sure you both did great on your midterms. I remember how much all those tests sucked." She reached down to play with Jesse's fingers that were lying on her knee. She kept interlacing them and then pulling hers out of his, repeating the process over and over. "Well, that was actually when I went to my classes. I usually skipped all of the useless classes, like English." He snorted beside her, chuckling. She grinned at him, amused by his amusement.
"I'm sure your dad loved that. Especially when you skipped English classes." She rolled her eyes, because her dad was such a douche.
"I had a class with him. My senior year. I had to take a final gen. ed. course in English, and I couldn't get out of it. The only one that was open that didn't require pre-requisites was his class. It was the worst. I actually had to go to that class and fucking pay attention, because he kept calling on me to answer questions. It's almost as if he had to prove to everyone that he wasn't giving me my grade just because I was his daughter, you know. Stupid fucking literature course. I'll have you know that Heart of Darkness was like the worst novel ever written." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm sorry that you had to take a class with your dad. Did he fail you?"
"Fuck no. I aced every one of those tests with barely any effort. He thinks that I was secretly a dumbass because I wanted to be a music producer and didn't care about all the book stuff. Just because music is my whole world, it doesn't mean I'm dumb and don't know shit."
"The grammar in that sentence would probably have given your dad a heart attack." She laughed, shrugging her shoulders.
"Whatever." She tensed up, a huge smile on her face. "One of them is kicking."
"Where?" He laid a hand on her stomach, and she guided it to where one of the baby's was kicking. "Which one do you think it is?"
"Probably Alex. He's going to be just as annoying as his father." She told him, earning a tongue stuck out of her in response from her husband.
"You two are really cute together." Ellie said. "C'mon, Janelle. We should get a table and order. We have class in two and a half hours."
"Right." Janelle reluctantly stood up. "It was nice running into you both. Happy birthday, Jesse. I look forward to seeing you both again. Daddy hosts a big Thanksgiving party the weekend before every year, and he always invites business associates of his. I'm guessing you're going to that?"
"Actually, we couldn't make it to the party. We were flying to Florida for a friend's wedding anniversary that weekend." Jesse said.
"Yeah, our friend Ashley and her husband live in Florida. They've been married for three years now." Beca grinned. Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out to see. She started bouncing up and down in the chair, out of excitement. "Yay!"
"What's up? Stop bouncing, or you're gonna deliver the twins three months too early." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Aubrey texted to say that she's pregnant. When that girl's determined, she makes shit happen. It's been less than a month since she decided that she and Rich were gonna have a baby."
"She is? That's fantastic. Tell her and Rich I say congrats, and that we look forward to our babies playing together."
"I will. I'm telling her about Abby, too. She'll be happy to know that she's first to know of our friends. Plus, she's gotta embroider a second pillow for Abby."
"Chloe will kill you." Neither one of them noticed that Ellie had drug a pissed Janelle away from the table. They were too caught up in their own business to really care about a nineteen year old who was crushing on her dad's employee.
"Yeah, well, Aubrey and I are talking about babies right now. Chloe says she doesn't want to get pregnant yet. According to her, she's only thirty-one, so she has plenty of time to get pregnant."
"Bumper said he'd go without sex if Amy tried to get pregnant." She chuckled, shaking her head at him.
"That's bullshit. Amy's gonna pop out a baby if she wants to have one. She'd tie him down and have her way with him."
"That's how their Friday night usually looks. I didn't want to know that, but Bumper told me after a night of drinking." She gagged, shivering.
"Seriously, I'm picturing Bumper naked right now, and I feel like puking." He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"So, let's get that lunch in you for the babies. I'm ready to see my birthday present."
Beca grinned again. "What if we get lunch to go? I'm excited to see how you'll thank me for your birthday present." Jesse winked at her before leaning over to press a kiss against her lips. She deepened the kiss, running her nails along the back of his neck, keeping him in place. In the back of her mind, she knew that Janelle was shooting daggers at them from wherever she was sitting with her roommate. She wanted the little bitch to see Jesse be all over her, because even when she was pregnant, he wanted her more than he wanted that slut. Wow. These babies were making her really hormonal. She was pissed off and horny, and she wanted to have some hot, angry sex with her husband.
About forty-five minutes later, they were walking through the door of their condo, with him loaded down with a ton of bags, and her digging fries out of their lunch bag. "Don't look into the living room. Drop the stuff onto the dining room table and go straight to the kitchen. Lunch first, present later." She said, guiding him away from the living room. He did as he was told, pouting all the while, because he wanted to know what his birthday present was. She laughed, following him into the kitchen. They sat down to eat their lunch, and she watched as he bounced in his seat. "We're gonna have your birthday dinner at six. I planned it out. All of your favorites. Steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a salad. For dessert, I have the fixings for our ice cream sundaes since you're a weirdo who doesn't like cake."
"That sounds wonderful. I will grill the steak." He said, leaning over to kiss her, tangling his hands into her hair, dislodging her ponytail some. She didn't really care, because she was caught up in the kiss. "Thank you for today." He said, pulling back to stare into her eyes. She was so relieved that things between them were back on track. She didn't like when things between them were strained. His birthday was back on track again.
"Mmm," Beca moaned against his lips, pulling back slightly to brush her nose against his. "I'm loving my thank you, and we haven't even gotten to your present." Jesse shrugged, pulling her back against him, kissing her again.
"I don't even care about that anymore," he muttered against her lips, climbing out of his seat to get closer to her, deepening the kiss. She clutched his shoulders, arching into the kiss. She felt the thumping in her stomach from the babies kicking. She broke the kiss, laughing. "Mood killer, guys." He pouted, running a hand over her stomach. "I'm trying to get birthday sex." That only made her laugh harder, the tears leaking out of her eyes. He shook his head at her. "I'm not kidding. I was trying to get you in the mood." He said as he wiped at the tears on her cheeks. She sobered up, because she couldn't help but think of Janelle. He saw her discomfort, and frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Were you thinking of Janelle? I'm surprised the girl didn't strip naked in the damn restaurant. She was like trying so hard for you to check out her boobs." The tears turned into real tears, and she hated being pregnant in that moment.
"Hey, hey, no." He said, brushing his thumbs beneath her eyes, catching the tears. "Don't cry, Becs. Janelle's pretty and all, but you're sexy and gorgeous and beautiful and hot and pretty much everything else. You're what I want." She stared up at him, sniffling. "I don't know how many more times I can say it, but you being pregnant with my babies is the sexiest thing in the world. Why would I want some kid when I could have you?"
"Really? You really mean that? You think I'm more attractive than Janelle?" She whimpered like a little kid. Seriously, she hated herself.
"I think Bumper's more attractive than Janelle." She laughed again, feeling better. He leaned over her, kissing her lightly. "You okay?" She nodded her head.
"I want you to see what got you for your birthday." She told him, using him as her support as she stood up. She interlaced their fingers while she used her other hand to wipe at her eyes. "C'mon." She pulled him from the kitchen, leaving their dishes and wrappers all over the kitchen table, deciding to worry about their mess later. "Close your eyes." He did as she asked, and she guided him into the living room. The piano was beautiful, a rich dark brown that matched their furniture. The cover was raised, exposing the ivory and onyx keys. She smiled, letting go of his hand. "I'm gonna get my phone to take pictures. Wait a moment." She rushed (as quickly as a six month pregnant woman could rush) to her bag to grab her phone. When she was beside him again, she snapped a picture of him with his eyes closed, a smile of anticipation on his face. "Open them," she said as she stood to the side and took a series of pictures of him.
Jesse opened his eyes and froze, taking in the sight of the piano. His eyes widened, and he raised a hand to cover his mouth. Beca kept capturing pictures on her phone. He walked forward, pressing a finger over one of the keys, the sound of reverberating through the living room. The sound of music thrilled her, and hearing the note echo through the room sent a shock down her spine. Knowing just how talented he was, even with the electronic notes that usually came from his old keyboard, she couldn't wait to hear him on a real piano. He ran his fingers across the keys, and it gave her chills. She continued to snap pictures. Finally, he stopped and turned to her, crossing over to her in barely two steps. She opened her mouth to ask him if he liked his gift, but she found herself being gathered into his arms, his mouth slanted over hers. She felt the phone slip from her fingers, her hands immediately going to the back of his neck. Her nails dug into the skin there, making him moan and pull her tighter against him.
The babies were going nuts in her stomach, but she was too caught up in the kiss. Air became a problem, and she pulled back, letting out a shuddering breath. "I take it you like you present," she said, pressing a hand to her forehead, trying to regain her breath. Having two babies pressing against your lungs was bad enough, let alone when a hot man was sucking what little air you did have in your lungs out of you.
"That'd be an understatement." He muttered, brushing kisses down her neck. She closed her eyes, arching her neck to give him more access to the skin, groaning when he bit down and sucked hard on her skin. She was going to have a hickey to hide when she went back to work the next day. She pulled away from him, grabbing at the belt around his waist. She quickly pulled it free from his pants and pulled him by his belt loops on his jeans towards the couch. She sat down, grinning when she realized it put her at eye level with his dick. She smiled seductively at him as she opened the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. "Becs," he gasped as she rubbed her hand over the swell beneath his boxers. He tried to follow her onto the couch, but she pushed with all her might against his hips, keeping him standing in front of her.
"Part two of your birthday present is a killer blow job, because you've been a really good husband lately." He chuckled, which turned into a moan as she tugged his jeans down his hips. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him become harder as he toed off his sneakers, putting all of his weight onto the arm of the couch so that he didn't fall over. She leaned over to help him step out of his jeans until he was standing before her in his boxers. She raked her nails up and down the backs of his thighs, making him moan.
"Question," he gasped out as her fingers danced under the material on the back of his legs. "What have I done lately that made me a good husband?" She glanced up at him, cupping his butt under the material of his underwear. His eyes fell shut. "Fuck! I just need to know so that I can keep it up." She grinned, pulling her hands back from beneath the boxers, stroking her nails along the skin as she went, making him shudder.
"Well, for one thing, you've haven't commented on how disgusting my boobs look, and they totally do, so don't even pretend that they don't!" She said as her eyes latched onto his arousal that was tenting the front of his boxers. She rubbed her hand over it, cupping him from the outside, making him jerk into her hand.
"I love your boobs," he muttered. "No matter how gross you think they are, I'm totally in love with them." She squeezed him a little tighter, making him rock his hips into her hand.
"Plus, you started out as such a good boy today when Janelle was trying her best to get you to check out her boobs." She rubbed him harder over his boxers. "But, you did look. It was only for a moment, so as your punishment, I'm gonna drag this out until I decide when you deserve your reward." He moaned when she dropped her hand from the front of him. She pushed him by the hips so that he would take a couple of steps back.
Beca stood up in front of Jesse, pulling her shirt over her head, watching as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, as he took in the sight of her in just her nursing bra. She unbuttoned her pants, sliding them slowly down her hips, revealing her skin only a little at a time. His eyes followed the path of her hands. They finally reached the floor, and she carefully stepped out of them, kicking them away from her when she was finished. She sat back down, settling into the couch, biting her lip. She was hoping that she was being seductive as she ran her hand over her breasts, moaning at the feel of her hands brushing over her nipples. She watched as his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. She knew that he wanted nothing more than to touch her. He was rock hard, she could tell, and she couldn't wait to put him out of his misery. She was actually growing tired of teasing him, because she wanted to touch him probably way more than he did, but she forced herself to continue, brushing her hands over the swell of her stomach. She bit her lip as she slid her hand between her legs, brushing her sex over her underwear. She whimpered, because it felt so good. "Jesus," he muttered, taking a step forward.
She didn't care that he was coming forward or that his hand was ghosting over the skin of her neck and down her chest to cup her breast through the bra. She was focused on the hand that she had slipped beneath her panties, touching herself, making her hips bow off of the couch. "Jesse," she moaned, her fingers stroking her clit. She felt like she was on fire, but this wasn't about her. This was about him. She slowed her hand down, pushing his other hand away from her breast. She pulled her hand from her panties and used them both to guide his boxers down his thighs, finally releasing his erection from its confines. He moaned, his head falling back as she began to stroke him, using the very hand that had been pleasuring herself moments before.
"Fuck, Beca," he leaned on the arm of the couch to hold himself up as she sped up her hand. She bit her lip, wanting to taste him. She leaned forward, guiding the tip of his dick into her mouth. He moaned, his hands slipping into her hair. He yanked the elastic from her hair, throwing it away from him, letting his fingers tangle into her loose locks. She let him control it for awhile, let him guide more of himself into her mouth as she continued to use her hand to stroke the upper portion. Her other hand was anchored onto his ass, and she was kneading it, making him groan and jerk against her. "Oh, Beca," he groaned as he began thrusting in and out of her mouth, while her other hand slipped behind him to knead his other butt cheek. After a while, she needed to breath, and she wanted control back, so she pushed him away from her, going back to slowly stroking him with her hand.
"I'm so turned on, Jesse," Beca whispered, squeezing him slightly with her and as she used her other hand to cup her own breast. Jesse groaned, reaching out to touch her other breast with one of his hands. She brushed her hand down her stomach and beneath her underwear, touching herself again. "I'm so wet," she gasped out as she stroked her fingers over her clit. He licked his bottom lip, his eyes latched onto the hand moving between her legs. She stop stroking him, instead squeezing him lightly in her hand, making him groan and attempt to thrust against her hand. "Not yet..." She told him, letting go of him to unlatch the cup of her bra that his hand wasn't touching. Her fingers immediately found her nipple, and she began moving her hand between her legs much faster and franticly, chasing her orgasm. She watched him with hooded eyes as she quickly unhooked her other cup, matching the way she massaged her own breast and nipple. His other hand went to his arousal, and he began to stroke himself. "No!" She told him, making him still his hand. "Only I can touch you." His eyes shut for a moment as he groaned.
"Please, Beca, I can't take it. I need you," he moaned, his hand still wrapped around his erection. She bit her lip, watching him and arching her body into their hands. She nodded once.
"Slowly, I don't want you to come yet." She told him, smiling at him as he pouted as he resumed jerking himself off, thrusting into his hand on each stroke. She felt her own orgasm building, and she cried out as it hit her, her hips rocking into her hand as she eased herself down from her high. She saw that he stop stroking, watching her as she shuddered. She took pity on him then, because she knew that he was probably so turned on that it hurt. She pulled her hand from her underwear, wrapping it around his erection. She began stroking him, and he pulled his own hand away, gripping the arm of the couch once again. She sped up, leaning forward, sucking the tip into her mouth. Soon, she was sucking him into her mouth, stroking the parts that she couldn't fit. He buried the hand that was on her breast into her hair, thrusting his hips lightly.
"I'm gotta come, Beca," he groaned, and she smiled around him, sucking hard. He jerked, and his orgasm flew through him, and she swallowed everything that he gave her. He continued to shallowly thrust into her mouth until he was spent, releasing her hair, pulling himself from her body. He watched her grin at him, leaning back into the couch. "Fuck, that just might be better than the piano." She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I hope so." Jesse laughed, following Beca onto the couch to kiss her, his hands immediately finding her breasts, which he cupped. He glanced down at them, and she looked down to, frowning in disgust when she noticed that they were leaking. "Gross."
"It's not gross," he told her as he brushed his hands over her nipples. "It's beautiful. It's your body's way of preparing for the babies." He kissed her again, continuing to gently massage them, even though they were leaking like crazy. She tried to keep her anxiety and panic over it down, because he was listening to her by not bringing his mouth anywhere near them. He broke the kiss and moved his hands away from her breasts to the sides of her underwear. He pulled them down her legs, with her helping him. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he spread her legs, his eyes roaming her naked body.
He leaned forward to press a series of kisses onto her stomach as his fingers began to stroke her between her legs. She whimpered when his thumb hit her clit, which was still rather sensitive. He grinned at her before pulling her by the hips so that her body was at the edge of the couch. He buried his face between her legs, using his shoulder to keep her legs spread. The feel of his tongue stroking her clit over and over while his fingers slid in and out of her made her cry out. She rocked her hips against him, her hands buried into his hair, her head back, her eyes closed. She was in heaven. This went from being a present for him to one for her, and she was totally fine with it. She scraped her nails along his neck, making him moan and suck harder on her clit. She jerked against him when his fingers found that spot deep within her that made her see stars. If it weren't for the fact that it felt so goddamn good that she couldn't contain herself, the sounds that she was making would have been embarrassing.
Jesse pressing against Beca's g-spot, his tongue flicking against her clit, and the gentle kneading of her breast with his other hand sent her over the edge. She cried out, rocking her body into him, her eyes shut so tightly that she saw red rather than black. He eased back, pressing a series of kisses to her inner thighs as he slowed down the thrust of his fingers. He pulled them out, and she whimpered when she watched him suck them into his mouth to clean them up. "You taste so good," she crinkled her nose.
"Oh, c'mon. Don't say that. It grosses me out," she muttered, ignoring his lecherous grin as he wiped at his chin. He stood up and sat onto the couch beside her, digging through his jeans for his wallet, finding the condom that he always kept on him since they discovered that his sperm was causing her to have painful Braxton Hicks contractions. Her eyes were latched onto his growing erection, and she leaned forward, capturing the tip in her mouth again. He groaned, stroking his hand along the back of her neck.
"Wait, fuck, Becs. I need to be inside you." He muttered, easing her off of him. He opened the condom quickly, pulling it on. He helped her to straddle his hips, grinning when he saw that her stomach wasn't too big for him to still be able to reach her mouth for a kiss. He brushed his lips over hers. "You ready," he said against her lips as he gripped himself, the tip brushing against her entrance. She nodded her head, leaning her forehead against his. She guided herself down while he thrust into her.
"Oh, God, Jesse," Beca moaned. Her eyes were clamped shut as she rocked against him, with him meeting her with his own slow thrusts. Earlier she wanted to have angry sex with him, but slow like this was so much better. It dragged everything out. She felt everything so much more.
"Look at me, Beca. Open your eyes and look at me." She opened her eyes. Her eyes locked with Jesse's, and they stayed like that, their faces pressed against each other, their bodies pressed against each other, with her hands gripping his shoulders, and his gripping her waist. They were rocking against each other slowly, and the moment was so much stronger, so much more intimate, than any other moment that they had shared in the entire time that they had been with each other. She gasped, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders. She closed the distance between them, kissing him hard, and with a few more thrusts, she tumbled over the edge, with him following her. She collapsed against him, her body feeling like she was on fire and a puddle at the same time. She didn't (couldn't?) move, so she stayed there, ignoring the way that their sweat and breath mingled. She felt the beat of his heart against her own. She let out a breath, shivering when he stroked his fingers up and down her spine. The babies were relaxed in her stomach. She noticed when sex was slower and less frantic, they weren't going nuts, but instead seemed to be lulled to sleep. She closed her eyes, feeling her own tiredness settle into her bones. "Becs, I know you're tired, but I gotta take care of the condom." She nodded her head, and he helped her climb off of his lap and to collapse onto the couch beside him. She lazily watched him pull on his boxers before standing up off the couch, hooking the cups of her bra back into place.
He disappeared, reappearing a few minutes later, using a washcloth to help clean her up. He tossed it aside and climbed onto the couch beside her, settling in behind her, pressing her close to him so that the swell of her stomach was trapped between them. He pulled one of the throw blankets over them and leaned forward to press a series of kisses against her face until he finally reached her mouth. He pulled back, and her blue eyes met his brown ones. His index finger stroked over her jaw, up over her cheek and around her eye, across her forehead, and down the sloped of her nose before tracing the outline of her lips. He repeated the process over and over, relaxing her so that her eyes began to drift shut. She smiled, and she couldn't help but think how much she loved this man and how she could spend the rest of her life in his arms.
Beca's eyes flew open, and she sucked in a deep breath. Jesse frowned in concern, stilling his finger on her lips. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just...I have to pee. I'll be back." She said, pulling out from beneath the blanket. She fumbled on the floor for his t-shirt. She pulled it on, frowning when she saw that it barely covered the bottom of her butt due to the swell of her stomach. She grabbed her underwear, sliding them on before she wandered into half-bath that was near the kitchen. She turned on the light and shut the door behind her, sitting down onto the toilet. She buried her face into her hands, tearing up. What the hell was wrong with her? What she was feeling was just the combination of hormones and feeling close to him because of the baby. She couldn't love him. This wasn't real. This marriage was going to end in about a year and a half. He was just her best friend. That was it. When she finally found her composure, she peed and stood up. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands, and she saw red cheeks, swollen lips, mussed hair, and heartache in her eyes. She swallowed. She lied to him earlier when she said that she loved him only as a friend. She'd been lying to him when she said that this wasn't real to her. She'd been lying to herself all along about how much he meant to her. She loved Jesse. Fuck. What was she going to do now?
Author's Note: AHHHHHH! Beca finally realized that she loved Jesse. Now, these two crazy kids need to just admit it to each other. For real this time. Plus, everyone needs to find out the truth about Beca and Jesse's marriage. Oh, and the babies need to be born! So, review please! Let me know what you think about this chapter and the upcoming conclusion of this story! Two chapters to go!