Where It All Began
"We're graduating!" the girls yelled then threw back a shot.
Graduation is tomorrow and everyone is very excited. Amy and Stacie have organized a little party at the local bar in hopes of getting crazy drunk, which is stupid if you ask me. Having a hangover on graduation day really isn't the best idea. I, on the other hand, plan to stay sober. I have a very special gift that I plan to give to my very special man and I'd very much like to be sober when doing so.
There's my special man now. "Jesse!" I yell, grabbing his attention as I swerve through the already drunken Bellas.
"Bec, watch out for that-" before he can finish, I trip over Stacie's abnormally large bag and topple over. "Bag." Jesse finished as he caught me in his strong arms.
Feeling a little embarrassed, I attempt to blow it off. "Sh*t. Why is that thing in the floor?" I asked rhetorically as I rubbed my now sore, sandal wearing toes.
"I believe it's called gravity, honey." I rolled my eyes at him as I replaced my foot on the ground.
"You are such a smarta*s."
"A smarta*s that gets to enjoy the taste of your saliva." I wrinkled my nose at his disturbing description of a kiss.
"Any other girl would be so turned off by that."
"Lucky for me, you're you and you find it adorable." He said, giving me that cocky grin that stirs the butterflies in my stomach. I love that grin.
"That's true." I wrap my arms around his neck as his encase my waist, pulling me closer until my chest was pressed against his. The aroma of his AXE body spray singed my nostrils as I breathed in the beautiful scent. "I love you."
"I love you, too." he removed one hand from my waist and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm going to enjoy the taste of your saliva now."
I giggled as his hand found its way back to my waist and his lips softly pressed against mine. My lips parted enough for his tongue to slide into my mouth and connect with mine. They danced elegantly together as our mouths moved in perfect sync. It quickly deepened and I melt with his every touch. Our breathing got faster and faster until air became an issue and we reluctantly pulled away.
With his forehead pressed against mine, Jesse began running his hand up and down the length of my back, my desire for him increasing every time his skin brushes against mine. Eventually, I get to the point where I can't stand it anymore. I need him now or I think I might spontaneously combust.
"You wanna go?" My abrupt question left him dumbfounded as he replied with a confused, "What?"
"Do you wanna go back to my place. It's quiet and more private." I found myself having to yell over the sudden outburst of the stupidest song known to man- "Happy" by Pharrel Williams.
Jesse and I both made a disgusted face at the monstrosity that our generation disgraces the name good music with. It quickly approached the horrid, overly repetitive, and down right stupid chorus and I couldn't stand it any longer.
"I can't stand this song! Please say yes so we can leave." I pleaded.
Without a word, he grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers with mine, and pulled me out of the bar. We continued to walk hurriedly and hand-in-hand until we were far, far away from hearing even the slightest decibel from that vile song.
"I don't hate Pharrel, just that song. I mean, Marilyn Monroe is a good song but Happy? I'd rather slam my tongue in a car door then listen to that. And the chorus sounds like he has a 'happy' problem."
Jesse and I are discussing the song that, despite its name, makes us unhappy.
"I agree. It's an awful song and it baffles me how anyone can find it enjoyable." Jesse agreed with me.
"Of course, Come N' Get It by Selena Gomez and We Found Love by Rihanna are very repetitive but I still find them good."
"Not me, I hate them both. Now, if you were to sing them then that would be a different story because I find your voice very soothing, no matter what it's doing."
"What about when I'm just talking?"
"Like music to my ears." I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed at his compliment. "You're so cute when you blush."
I smiled as I slid my key into the keyhole. "So Mr. Swanson, do you wanna come inside and unwrap your graduation present?" I asked, giving him the sexiest smile I could conjure up. His face lit up a little as he quickly caught the hint.
He smiled nervously as I pushed the door open. It swung swiftly on its hinges and made a loud bang as it hit the wall behind it. I waited, searching Jesse's face for a clue. I caught a glimpse of lust as it flashed through his eyes and vanished before he scooped me into his arms and carried me into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. He dropped me onto the bed and hovered over me as he kissed me furiously but passionately. I felt his lips part from mine and I whimpered silently as I immediately missed his touch.
"Are you sure about this, Beca?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes. "I just mean, this is your first time. I want it to be special and I don't want you to regret it." I smiled slightly at his carefulness as I began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Trust me, Jess. There is nobody else I'd rather this be with." I slid his shirt off and held his face in my hands. "As long as its with you, it's special. I'm not going to regret it."
He smiled at my reassurance then slowly kissed me. It wasn't enough. I wanted more of him, all of him, and now. I carefully bit his lip, hoping he'd take the hint. He did. He kissed me faster, simultaneously ripping my clothes off. He then proceeded to satisfy me greatly as the room filled with moans and groans and the occasional scream as pleasure tore through our bodies.
"Wow." seemed to be the only letter formation that I could force out of my numb lips.
Jesse's arms are wrapped around me from behind and his head is positioned at the spot where my neck and back connect. I can feel his hot breath trail down my back as he exhaled, sending shivers down my spine.
"I know." he pulled my mind away from the shivers as he nuzzled his head into my neck and pulled me closer until my naked back connected with his naked chest. "You're amazing." he said into my ear then I felt his warm lips close around my earlobe.
I rolled over just enough to become face to face with the gorgeous man I'm lucky enough to call mine. "So are you." I reached behind me and wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling his lips onto mine. His hand ran up my chest until his fingers rested lightly against my chin.
I pulled away and stared into his welcoming yet magnificent, chocolate brown eyes. He gently caressed my cheek as he stared back into my eyes, fascinated. "Jesse?" he responded with a mere, "Hmm?"
"Why do you stare into my eyes as if there were something fascinating about them?"
"Because there is something fascinating about them."
"What? Is one of them a different color than the other?" he chuckled a little before responding.
"No. Your eyes are like diamonds. They're so beautiful. The way they sparkle when you're happy and darken when you're sad, it just fascinates me."
"What are they doing now?" I asked as I failed to hide the flushed look.
"My favorite, they're sparkling. They're sparkling especially bright right now and they're so beautiful. They reflect everything that my life is worth living for...you."
I pulled him into a long passionate kiss. After pulling away, I rolled completely over and snuggled into his chest. He held me close and halfway possessively as we slowly fell unconscious.
"So why are we conducting our only practice six hours before the actual graduation? Wouldn't it make things way more clean if we had days of practice rather than six hours?" Jesse complained about the schedule for graduation.
"I don't know, Jess. Just be happy you're getting the practice." Just then, the Trebles approached us.
"Hey man, where'd you disappear to last night?" Benji asked Jesse.
"Benji, don't ask stupid questions. It's obvious he was ripping this one's clothes off of that fine body." an obviously hungover Donald answered, poking a finger into my rib.
"If you want to keep that finger I suggest you remove it from my body." he just laughed, thinking it was a joke until Jesse stepped in.
"Dude, she's not joking. I've seen her do it do it before." Donald's smile faded as he removed his hand.
"We should get going. We could use a couple more practices before performing live and I'm sure Beca has some child to scare sh*tless with that menacing glare." Donald made an excuse to leave though it was obvious he was frightened. His friends laughed as Jesse winked at me.
"Come on, Jess."
"You guys go ahead, I'll meet you there." Jesse waved his friends off. They shook their heads and I could hear them mumble the word whipped.
"You should probably get going. You don't want your guys to think that you're whipped."
"Let them think that. It's not whipped just because you want to give your girl a meaningful kiss before you leave her for six hours. I don't even want to think about being away from you."
"Then let me take your mind off of it."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and teased his lower lip with my tongue. I gave him small kisses with no tongue. If he wanted tongue, leaving him to beg for more. I brushed my tongue against his before pulling it back.
"Beca." he moaned, his voice dripping with desire. I decided it was enough teasing, for both of us.
I pressed my lips against his and allowed his tongue to jolt into my mouth. His danced with mine and it felt amazing. His tongue explored my mouth intently as mine explored his. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and pull me off of Jesse.
"Sorry about the interruption but we need to go if we're gonna kick Treble butt." Stacie said as she caught my aggravated look and pulled her arms away.
"It's not a competition Stacie." Amy reminded her.
"Is for me and Donald. Who ever loses has to..." she trailed off as she realized that maybe sharing this information isn't a good idea. "You know what, nevermind. Let's just go."
I gave Jesse a quick kiss before sauntering away with the girls. "What was that?" Stacie asked almost immediately.
"What was what?" I played stupid. "I've never seen you tease him like that. I didn't even know you had it in you."
"If you know him, he's easy to tease. Having a solid relationship with him for three years, I've gotten to know him. I know his every weak spot."
"Wow. And here I thought you never pay attention to anything unless it partains to music."
"You should know by now not to underestimate me, Stace." she shrugged as we entered the practice room.
"Great job, girls!" I yelled as we finished up our last practice. "We're going to be aca awesome." Stacie added.
We began piling out of the rehearsing space and to the graduation set up. I was the last one out since I'm the only one with a key to lock the place up. I shut the lights out and stepped outiside the door. A pair of hands covered my eyes and a familiar voice said, "Guess who."
The minute I heard his voice, I didn't want to waste time with guessing games. I twirled on my heel and crashed my lips onto his. "Jesse, we can't. Not here." I said when I felt him slightly bite my lip. "Why not? We have an hour and this is a very private room." he slowly trailed his lips down my neck, expertly.
He knows the exact spots to crack me. "Ok." I caved and pulled him into the room I had just vacated.
"There you are. Practice is just about to start." Amy said as I approached the girls.
"Sorry, I was doing something." I said as I took my seat between Stacie and Amy. "More like someone." Amy said and I punched her arm as the dean stepped onto the stage.
I won't bore you with practice details.
"Hey Stace, do you still have those pregnancy tests?" I whispered to Stacie when the practice was almost at an end.
"Yeah, why?" she asked.
"I need to borrow one." she looked at me, surprise written all over her face. "You think?" I nodded before she finished the question.
"I've been puking all morning, my breasts have become very sore, I'm craving weird food, I'm very emotional, and I missed my period. Can you think of anything else it might be?" she thought for a moment before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of my seat.
"Ms. Conrad and Ms. Mitchell, where do you think you're going? We are not done here." the dean asked. I ignored the feeling of Jesse's eyes on me as I answered him.
"Um, the bathroom."
"And why do you need Ms. Conrad to use the bathroom?" I was stumped but not Stacie. "Do you really want to try to understand women, sir? We are very confusing."
He thought for a moment then waved us along.
Stacie was frantically instructing me on how to use the test as we walked into the restroom. "Stacie!" she shut up. "I know how to pee on a stick. Please, shut up."
I grabbed the test and locked myself in the stall. I sat on the toilet and held the stick beneath me. I was so nervous that I had to really concentrate. Finally, relief flooded my blatter as the urine exited.
I stepped out of the stall to see Stacie pacing around. She stopped and looked at me expectantly. "Gotta wait for ten minutes." I reminded her as I set the test on the counter so I could wash my hands.
Stacie set an alarm on her phone and we waited. We exchanged nervous glances but never said a single word.
"Oh I'm a gummy bear. Yes I'm a gummy bear..." Stacie cut the alarm off and gave me a look. I grabbed the test and took a deep breath before looking at it.
"Beca, its ok." Stacie tried to comfort me as I broke down into tears. "No its not! I'm only 24, I don't know how to take care of a child! I'm gonna be an awful mother."
"You will be ok, you have Jesse. You two are going to be great parents."
"If he doesn't abandon me which he won't because he's too good a person. That means I'll push him away when the stress gets to me and that's worse. Either way, I'm going to end up alone." Stacie grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at her.
"Even if that does happen, you will never be alone. You still have me and the rest of the girls. Now, dry it up, suck it up and go tell Jesse you're carrying his child."
With the emotional state I'm in, I hugged her. If you knew me, you'd know this is weird because I'm never one for hugging unless they include Jesse.
It's five minutes until graduation begins and I still haven't worked up the courage to tell Jesse. I can see in Stacie's face that she can sense my nervousness as she helps me put the finishing touches on my makeup.
"You can't put it off any longer, Bec. You gotta tell him before graduation." I didn't say anything. "Either you tell him or I will."
"I'll do it, I'm just, I'm scared. What if he leaves me?"
"Do you really think Jesse is like that? Do you really think he'd leave the woman he loves just because he doesn't think he can take care of the child?" I shook my head. "Exactly." She laid her hands on my stomach, "Jesse will love this baby just as much as he loves you. You have nothing to worry about."
"Now, let's go. We have some graduating to do."
"Hey gorgeous." I heard Jesse's voice as his hands wrapped around my stomach.
"Jesse," I turned in his arms to face him, "We have to talk." the smile he was once carrying quickly faded as he saw the serious look in my face. He nodded and we sat on a bench away from the ruckus.
He cut me off, "Oh God, you're breaking up with me. I knew it would come to this just, you don't have to say it."
"What? No. Jesse, I'm not dumping you, that's the last thing I wanna do."
"Oh, then why do you seem so down?" I looked down as I reached under my gown and into my pocket. I slowly pulled out the stick and turned it so the results were facing him.
"Oh my God. You're pregnant?" he asked. Tears started to slowly and silently roll down my cheeks. "But, I thought we used protection."
"No, I'm not on the pill and we didn't have condoms. This is what I get for risking it." he turned away and ran his hands through his hair. "It's ok, you can leave. I'll take care of the child myself, if I decide to keep it."
"Don't worry about just, let's get to graduation." before he could say anything else I got up and rushed back over to the group of graduates.
What am I going to do?
"Rebeca Mitchell." the dean called my name and I slowly walked onto the stage to grab my diploma. When I smiled at the crowd, my gaze immediately locked to Jesse.
He had a smile planted on his face as he clapped but I could see the true emotion through his fake one, the perks of dating someone for four years. I pulled my eyes from him as I walked off the stage and back to my seat.
I rested my hand on my stomach and zoned out as I was dragged into thoughts about the baby. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't have a job or a house or anything. When it comes to taking care of people I lack greatly. What if, for the lack of a better word, it does something and I just shut it out? I can't do that to my child.
"Jesse Swanson." I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear the dean call Jesse onto the stage. Jesse exchanged a few words with the dean before the dean let him take the microphone.
"Hi, um, I don't really know how to word this because this wasn't a planned speech so please just stick with me." he started, seeming nervous. "I wanna start by saying congratulations to my fellow graduates." he paused for applause.
"I was recently told that a special someone in my life is pregnant and I don't think she trusts that I will be there for her." well I don't have to worry about telling my parents now. "I want her to know that I will always be there for her and I'm really hoping that what I do next will prove that to her."
A little embarrassed, I started walking away as he began walking toward me. There was absolute silence as he grabbed my hand and twirled me around, crashing his lips onto mine. He pulled away and I noticed everyone's full attention on us. "Beca." I looked at him, his big brown eyes filled with a variety if emotions.
"I love you. If I could, I'd tattoo you to my heart. But I don't have to, because you are my heart." he reused my line. He rested his hands on my stomach before continuing. "I want us to be a family, I wanna be with you for the rest of my life. I knew it the moment I laid my eyes on you freshman year."
My breath hitched when he pulled a ring box from beneath his gown. "This was grandma's ring, now I want it to be yours." tears of joy rolled down my face as he knelt on one knee. "Rebeca Mitchell, will you marry me?" the crowd awed as I fought back tears so I could speak.
"Yes. Of course. A million times yes." saying yes once wasn't enough. He smiled hugely as he quickly stood, reconnecting his lips to mine. The people around us cheered when Jesse pulled away and slid the ring onto my finger.
I looked at the beautiful ring for a minute then pulled Jesse back onto my lips. "Can someone please break them apart? We still have a graduation to finish." the dean's voice roared through the speakers.
"Alright guys, let's break it up." Amy said as she grabbed my arm, attempting to pull us apart. I released myself from her grip as I continued to swap saliva with Jesse.
"Come on flatbutt." Amy said as she lifted me over her shoulder, breaking me apart from Jesse.
"Amy, put me down! Your shoulder is going to poke my baby."
"Oh give me a break. The baby hasn't even formed yet." I rolled my eyes in defeat before propping myself up on her back to look at Jesse.
"I love you." I said as he chuckled at my current position. "I love you more." I smiled then turned my attention back to Amy.
"Amy put me down! This is not comfortable." Finally, my bottom hit the cold steel of the chair and my left hand was grabbed and examined.
"Oh my God! It's so beautiful! I told you he wouldn't leave you." Stacie said as she fidgetted with my engagment ring. "You're so lucky, Bec."
"I know, he's truly amazing."
I was preparing for this. After graduating, I was standing with the girls as my very angered father came hurling toward me.
"Dad, I can explain."
"I didn't even know you were having sex! Why the h*ll would you do something so stupid?! You are in so much trouble young lady!"
"Dad, I'm 24. I make my own decisions, you can't punish me for them."
"Oh yes I can because you're still my daughter! And you!" he pointed behind me. "I will kill you, you lousy piece of sh*t! How could you get my little girl pregnant?!" Jesse was about to say something but I didn't give him the chance.
"Dad! Leave him alone! It's not like he meant for the pregnancy and besides, we're getting married so he's going to be here to help!"
"And how dare you propose just because she's pregnant?! That's so low!" my dad ignored me.
"With all do respect sir, I didn't ask your daughter to marry me because she's pregnant. I asked her to marry me because I love her."
"John! Calm down!" A female voice stopped my dad before he could say anything else.
"How can I? Our daughter is pregnant, Sarah!" he yelled at my mom as she and Sheila approached us. "I know and I'm not happy about it either but what's done is done. They're having a baby and we can't change that."
"Yes we can. She doesn't have to have it." my dad's response shocked us all. "John, do you mean-"
"Yes Sheila, I do."
"Dad I'm not aborting my baby. That's murder!" I protested.
"Well I don't see any other way. Beca, you can barely take care of yourself. How do you expect to take care of a child."
"I have Jesse."
"Right, the nerd who spends his money on buying hundreds of movies. How do you expect him to take care of you?"
"Sir, I love Beca more than anything and this baby will only make our bond stronger. I will do anything to protect her and our child. I can promise you, your daughter is good hands."
"I don't care. I don't want her to get married and I certainly don't want her to have this child."
"Too bad dad, it's not your decision! Jesse and I are getting married, living together and having this baby. If you don't like it then you can just leave! There's nothing you can say to change my mind!" it was quiet as everyone glanced at each other. "Come on Jess. We have to pack and find an apartment." I grabbed Jesse and pulled him away.
Once we were away from everyone, I wrapped Jesse in my arms and cried into his chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd be so mad."
"It's ok baby, its not your fault." he said as he held me, lightly caressing my head. "We don't have to get married, Bec."
I jerked my head up, "What?" I asked.
"We don't have to get married, if that will help with your dad."
"No, Jesse. I don't give a f*ck what my dad thinks. I love you, I want to marry you. I would've said yes even if I wasn't having your baby. You're not a piece of sh*t, you're an amazing boyfriend and I can only imagine that you'll be an even better husband and father. We're getting married regardless of what my father says. I love you." he smiled at me.
"I think I found the perfect place for us."
"Already? We've been engaged for less than an hour." he chuckled a little.
"I know but like I said, I've been thinking about it for a while." he pulled a piece of paper out of his backpocket and handed it to me. It was a picture of an apartment.
"It has 2 bathrooms so we don't have to wait, the kitchen is great for me to work my magic, there's 2 rooms for us and the baby, there's an extra room we can turn into your music room and its in a great neighborhood full of kids. It's perfect for us."
"Wow, you really did put a lot of thought into this." I said still looking at the paper. "Yeah. It will take us a few months to get situated but I think we'll do fine. So, what do you think?" he asked excitedly.
"It's perfect, you're perfect."
"No, you're perfect." he said, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close. "Our baby will be perfect." he said as he slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.
I have a feeling that my life will be aca-mazing.