Pitch Perfect 3

Thirty- nine

Beca

My head is pounding and I feel gross and stupid.

Stupidly gross.

I think I had to much alcohol last night and we got carried away and hopefully I'm not pregnant... anyway, I decided to take a pregnancy test without Jesse knowing. I peed on three sticks because of paranoia and it's been five minutes. I'm terrified to look.

"Babe?" Jesse yells.

"Fuck." I throw the results away without even looking. "Hey Jesse." I cringe as I walk over to him. "Oh my god."

"Sore?" I nod and bite my lip.

"You?" I roll my eyes. Of course he isn't, he's a guy. He laughs. "So, Jess, do we really want a baby?"

He stops in his tracks. "Why?" He looks over at me. "I mean if you don't, it's okay." He smiles again and walks over to me. "I had fun earlier."

"Me too, babe." I kiss his cheek and walk away. I go back into the bathroom and I shut the door. "I'm gonna take a shower." I smirk and open the door up a crack. I slowly take off my pants, underwear, shirt and then bra seductively. I can feel him staring at me. I take the towel and I turn on the shower and hop in.

Two minutes later, I hear the door open and then I feel two harm hands brush against my back and then my ass. I feel his hot breath hot me neck and I sigh.

"I love you." He tells me.

"I love you, too." I kiss his cheek. "Now, get out, the water is getting cold. Grab me a towel. And throw this out, would you? It's empty." I hand him an empty mini shampoo bottle. He leaves the shower and goes to grab everything. He comes back and throws me a towel with something in his hand.

"What the hell, Bec?" He has a pregnancy test in his hand with two lines on it.

"I'm pregnant." I gulp as I feel like my lungs are going to collapse any second.

Jesse gasps. "Pr-pregnant?" He squeaks, making me giggle. "Bec, that's amazing!" I sigh. "It's amazing, isn't it?"

I gulp. "Y-yeah. Amazing. Great. Fantastic."

Jesse smiles. "When can we tell everyone?!"