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I am super excited to start another journey with each of you, and hope that you love this story as much as the first. I have many ideas in store, so buckle up, it's about to be a wild adventure. As in all of my stories, please be prepared for lots of Jeca sex, cursing, and possible descriptive scenes. What can I say, Jesse and Beca just can't keep their hands off of each other :)

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Four years later...

"Alright, hands at ten and two." Jesse instructed.

Alex looked up at him, totally lost. "Huh?"

"Just...put your hands on the handle bars."

"Oh, well, why didn't you just say so?"

It was a gorgeous Saturday morning in June in Suburban Connecticut. Through out the neighborhood, husbands mowed the lawn, wives read the morning paper, and children ran about, frolicking and playing.

Twenty four year old Jesse Swanson credited himself on being a hands on father. He had been there the moment his daughter came into this world, had gotten up with her in the middle of the night, had spent countless Saturday's with her at the park, and had taken her to her very first Broadway Musical. Yes, he was certainly involved. Alex called upon Jesse just as much as she called upon Beca. And on this particular Saturday morning, four year old Alex Swanson was hell bent on learning to ride a bike without training wheels. Jesse on the other hand, wasn't so sure about it.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? There's no pressure here." He gently insisted once more. But Alex was sure, she wanted to be just like the big kids.

"Yes Daddy, I'm sure." Came the four year olds slightly irritated response. He looked down upon her.

Alexandra Kate Swanson, at four years old, she was 80% Beca and 20% Jesse. With striking blue eyes, and straight, shoulder length, mousy brown hair, she had more drive and determination than most grown adults. Potty training had been practically nonexistent in their lives. A month shy of her 2nd Birthday, Alex woke Beca up one morning, demanded big girl panties, and never looked back. As the first born of Jesse and Beca's inner circle of friends, Alex was wise beyond her years and often spoke like such. Inquisitive, and observant, she was well aware of her surroundings, and often stood back, preferring to observe. Though when the time called for it, she was well equipped with sass and wit, two skills Jesse always reminded her came straight from her mother. Alex did have some of Jesse in her. She had a heart bigger than her body; the child was sweet, kind, and most of all, endlessly loving. Jesse and Beca had yet to raise their voices at her. She knew the rules, and towed the line.

And then came the movies, the endless movies, with Disney topping the list. Beca was convinced she would spontaneously combust if she had to hear 'Let it Go' sung one more time. Even now in the middle of June, Alex was still asking Beca if she wanted to build a snowman.

But in the end, Alex was a damn good kid, and both Jesse and Beca adored her.

"Daddy just don't let go!" Alex reminded.

Jesse held his hands over hers as he hovered over her. "I'm not going to let go, I promise."

"Mark, it's 9 o'clock on a Saturday morning, this better be damn good." Beca insisted as she sat in the kitchen drinking her coffee.

"And good morning to you too sunshine!"

Beca rolled her eyes at her boss's cheerful sarcasm. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"So glad you should ask. Listen, we need you in L.A next week Bec. Wednesday-Saturday. You're flying Delta out of LaGuardia at 7am. You should get into LAX around 9:30. We've got you booked at the Hilton."

Beca glanced over at the whiteboard calendar the family shared. Looking over to Wednesday, she already knew what she would find. Jesse was going to be in New York from Tuesday-Friday, meeting with Touchstone Pictures about creating a score for a new upcoming drama.

"Wednesday? No can do, Jesse's in New York with Touchstone next week, I can't leave my daughter."

Mark sighed. "Bec, now you know I hate inflating your ego another notch, but we both know you're the best I've got, and this girl is the real deal. She just got kicked off some reality singing competition, though I'm not sure how..."

His voice faded into the background as Beca looked over their most recent family picture.

Rebeca Mitchell-Swanson was an up and coming music producer with Columbia Records. At just 24 years old, she had made more connections than most people ever would in their entire lifetimes. She had already worked with Pharrell Williams, Adele, and Calvin Harris. She was quickly making a name for herself in the music industry; and while she was a force to be reckoned with, the average American Citizen walking the streets hadn't the slightest clue who she was. And this, was exactly how she preferred it, producing music was her gift, and she loved the anonymity it provided.

"...We need to hit this hard Bec, I want her before anybody else realizes how good she is and snatches her up. I'm pulling out all the stops for this and I need you to seal the deal. I get the whole work/family life balance thing, but it's not an option right now. Hire a babysitter, call on family, do whatever it is you need to do. But your talented ass is on that plane Swanson."

"I can't believe you let go!" Alex screeched as she ran into the house.

"You told me to!" Jesse called after her, running in right behind her.

"And you listened to me?!"

Turning her head, Beca took note of her daughter, knees scraped and bloodied, tears streaming down her face.

"Mark, I gotta go." Beca explained, hurrying to get off the phone.

"LA Beca, Wednesday!" He reminded.

"Yes, okay, fine, I will be there, goodbye!" Hanging up the phone, she looked over to her husband and daughter.

"He let go!" Alex cried as she quickly ran over to her mother and jumped into her arms, dripping blood onto Beca's Barden T-shirt and Soffe shorts. Beca turned to face Jesse as she she stroked Alex's hair.

"You let go?" She questioned, shocked at the accusation.

"He let go!" Alex reiterated, hitting the statement home. Jesse sighed.

"Excuse me, but might I have a second to give my side of the story?" He questioned, hoping for a chance to defend himself.

"I'm listening." Beca answered as she walked into the bathroom for the Neosporin and Band-Aids.

Placing Alex down on the toilet seat, she grabbed the medical supplies as Jesse stood in the doorway.

"She was doing beautifully, riding like a champ, when she asked me to let go. And of course I said no, I told her I promised that I wouldn't let go." He began.

Sitting on the toilet, Alex screamed out at the feel of rubbing alcohol on her knees. Blowing cool air over it to help ease the sting, Beca whispered soothing words to help calm her down.

"But your daughter is stubborn and determined, she insisted that I let go. I asked five times, and every single time, she told me to let go, so I did. And she did great! Until she had to stop, which she couldn't." Jesse explained.

Beca grabbed two Frozen band-aids, and gently applied them to Alex's knees.

Jesse bent down beside his young daughter. "It gets easier each time sweetheart, we just gotta stick with it."

"We? You already know how to ride a bike, I'm the one doing the work." Alex insisted.

Jesse sighed and glanced up at Beca who was trying to hide her laughter. "This personality right here, this is all you." He reminded her.

"I talked to Stacie this morning." Beca said, leaning up against the sink with her coffee mug in her hand. "She wants Alex to be her Flower Girl." Beca said it in a way that Jesse knew meant there was more to the story, but he couldn't understand what.

"Oh come on, you had to know that was coming. It's great, and Alex is gonna love it."

Beca glared at him.

"I'm missing something here. What am I missing?"

"Jesse, Stacie's wedding is in Disney World. I am not taking Alex there, not this young. Hell, I don't even want to go to Disney World. I'm still trying to figure out how Stacie, of all people, has a Disney Obsession."

Jesse scoffed as he popped a bagel in the toaster and grabbed the cream cheese out of the refrigerator. Turning to face her again, he sighed. "Bec, our daughter is the most mature four year old I know. If anybody can handle Disney, it's her. Come on, we can't not take her. If she found out we went without her, she'd never forgive us. It's Disney World, the Princesses, the rides, the Castle, she's going to have a blast."

"You and I agreed, no Disney before she turned five."

Jesse paused, remembering back on the conversation. "True, however, that decision was made before she developed a personality. Alex is more mature and in control of herself than any other four year old I know. She's not spoiled, she's not bratty, and she doesn't have horrific tantrums. Bec, I think she can handle this. One week. You, me, and Alex. I promise I will make it a great trip. Trust me on this."

Beca sighed. She knew Jesse was right. She knew that Alex would have an incredible time and that she was only digging her heels in because she could.

"Okay, fine, she comes with us. But we lay ground rules...right now."

"Of course."

"We are not buying everything in sight; we are not doing everything in sight. And, she has to take naps...period."

"Alright warden, I'll present her with your list of demands and get back to you." Jesse joked.

Beca shook her head. "You're irritating when you get your way."

"Well dollface, you're the one who married me." He reminded her, leaning in for a kiss. Smirking at him, Beca stuck her tongue out.

"Oh, I almost forgot, we're going to need to find someone to watch Alex Tuesday night to Friday night."

Jesse grabbed a butter knife out of the drawer and began to smear the cream cheese. "What, why? I thought you had that covered. I'll be in New York, and I know we gave Greta the week off, but you'll be here."

Greta, Alex's nanny, had been with the family since Alex was three months old. And, after four years of helping them care for their daughter, she was a much needed and much loved member of their family. But this upcoming week, she was in Cape Cod, vacationing with her husband, children, and grandchildren.

"Yeah, about that, Mark called earlier. There's some new chick they want to sign to the label, and they want me to make the pitch. I leave for LA Wednesday morning, and I'll be back Saturday night."

"They can't get someone else? You're not the only producer Columbia has."

Beca sighed. "But Mark says I am one of the best. Dude, I tried to get out of it but he wasn't having it. I have to go."

"Alright, well, Greta's out, and my parents leave for their cruise tomorrow morning."

"Dad's doing that summer abroad teaching program in London, and there's no way in hell I'm about to leave my child with Sheila for more than a few hours." Beca added.

"I'm sure Chloe and Luke won't mind. Stacie and Scott, Ashley and Michael, Jess and Benji, we've got plenty of options. We can ask around tomorrow at the bar-b-que." Jesse reminded her. Beca nodded her head in agreement and walked over to pour herself another cup of coffee when she heard the dreaded music bellowing in from the livivng room.

"Do you wanna build a snowman

Come on, let's go on and play."

Beca stood at the counter, her back towards Jesse as her hand gripped the coffee pot. "Jesse..."

"I'm sorry, she insisted. I tried, really, I was selling Mulan hard, but...Frozen won out."

In the Swanson household, Frozen always won out.

Beca and Jesse had what most would call a very healthy, active sex life. Beca remembered back to when she was pregnant with Alex, and how she worried that the sex would somehow be different after a baby. And, in a way, it was. They learned to be quieter, to be quicker, and more creative. But still, every time was still as good as the first time. After four years of marriage, the young adults could still barely keep their hands off of each other, and it wasn't uncommon for them to be making love up to six times a week. Beca was beginning to think she was going to give Stacie a run for her money. One Saturday afternoon while out with the girls, Beca finally spilled the beans after being pressed hard about her sex life. Aubrey spat her water everywhere, Chloe nearly choked on her Martini, Stacie winked, and Fat Amy scoffed, making a comment about always having to watch out for the quiet ones. Awkwardly, they all turned to Lily and stared.

Coming out of their bathroom after removing her make up and getting ready for bed, Beca found Jesse settled in bed working on a crossword puzzle. Feeling her presence, he lowered the paper and found her standing at the edge of the bed in a gray, silk negligee with lace trim, and slits up the sides. Raising her eyebrows suggestively, she climbed into the bed and crawled over to Jesse, straddling his waist and staring down at him.

"Damn." It was all he could think to say as all the blood left his brain and made its way down south.

Beca smiled, bringing her face mere inches from his. "You like what you see?" She whispered, her breath cool and tingling on his face.

Jesse nodded his head. "Oh yeah." He whispered, before leaning up to her and allowing his lips to connect with hers. The kiss was soft yet passionate, and she tasted of cool mint after having just brushed her teeth. His hands ran along her gloriously smooth legs and up to her thighs.

"No panties." He happily sighed against her lips.

Beca smiled into the kiss. "Why bother, they were just going to get wet again. One less thing to wash." She softly explained. She could feel him growing harder beneath her at the sound of her words.

Jesse groaned as she began to rock her hips against his, kissing his lips and holding his arms on either side of his head.

"Mmm...baby, don't stop, that feels incredible." He whispered as he freed his hands to pull her negligee up and massage her ass. Breathing heavily, Beca continued to move against him, pulling on his lower lip with her teeth, and breathing him in. The foreplay was intense, and she knew it wasn't going to take long for her to achieve her first orgasm of the night. The thought of having an explosive, toe curling, eye rolling, orgasm made her more aroused by the second.

"Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!"

Alex's cries rang out in the darkened room, signaling an imminent end to their activities.

Beca groaned. "No, not now, not now."

Jesse released her lips and began kissing up and down her neck as she sat up. "Maybe she'll fall back to sleep." He whispered, as his tongue lavished attention upon her. They both knew it was a shot in the dark. Beca moaned as she fisted his hair.

"I told you Beauty and the Beast was a bad idea, I told you she'd have nightmares." She whined.

"It's Beauty and the Beast, it's a classic." Jesse defended, his mouth showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.

They knew one of them had to get up and check on Alex. It was rare that she awoke in the middle of the night, so they knew something was definitely wrong. But that didn't stop Jesse's wandering hands from pulling Beca's straps down, allowing him better access to her breasts. The more he kneaded, pinched, and pawned at her, the more she moaned and rocked her hips.

"Jesse..." She sighed. It was a mix of pleasure and frustration.

"I'll go check on her, I'm going." He said, his lips returning to hers. Beca pulled back, breathing heavily and looked down at his erection.

"And explain that? It's okay, I'll go. I'll be back in ten minutes, just give me ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?" He questioned, his lips continuing to kiss hers.

"Ten minutes." She breathed against him, not ready to pull away yet. They were far past the point of no return, but what choice did they have?

His hands went to the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. He moaned deeply, and Beca whimpered. She was right on the edge, one quick move an eighth of an inch forward, and she was there. But she couldn't, she felt too guilty and selfish. Alex's cries increased, calling out for her specifically, and Beca felt like a horrible mother for not immediately going to her. Finally, she climbed off of him. Her breathing was erratic, her chest flushed, and her body feeling like jelly. Readjusting her negligee, she ran her fingers through her hair and tried to relax her breathing.

"I can do this, I can do this." She assured herself as she grabbed her robe. It was time to switch into Mommy gear.

Across the hall, the room was dimly lit. A Frozen night light casted a soft glow as Alex sat up in bed crying. Surrounded by stuffed animals, dolls, and pillows, the little girl looked impossibly tiny in the full sized bed.

"Baby it's okay, I'm right here, I'm right here." Beca assured her as she made her way into the room and over to her. Alex grabbed ahold of her mother's neck and climbed into her lap as tears streamed down her face. Struggling to breathe, she buried her face in her mother's neck.

"I've got you baby, you're safe, I promise. Mommy's right here."

"What t-t-took you so l-l-long?" Alex cried.

Beca paused briefly. "I was helping Daddy with something." Yeah, helping, that was one way of putting it. "Did you have a bad dream?"

Alex nodded. "The Beast, he had red eyes, and he was chasing me. I'm too small and I couldn't run fast enough."

Beca sighed and rubbed her daughter's back soothingly. She knew it had been a nightmare.

In typical Jesse Swanson fashion, he had been introducing Alex to what he called "Classic Disney" movies and getting her love of movies started as early as possible. Beca knew her daughter would of course love Belle, as the four year old had a mild obsession with princesses and fairy tales, but she worried about how she would react to some of the darker scenes. Jesse, however, assured her that she would be fine and that he would talk her through those parts and explain that it was just make believe. Yeah, she saw now how well that had worked out.

"He was going to eat me." Alex continued, still gripping Beca's neck tightly.

"No, baby, beasts don't eat people." Beca said soothingly. Alex lifted her head.

"What do they eat, then?"

Beca thought about it for a minute. "They eat cheeseburgers, and french fries." She said, matter of factly. Alex giggled, seeming to calm down a bit.

"Alright sweet girl, you need to try and go back to sleep. It's still the middle of the night and we have a full day tomorrow at Aunt CeeCee's and Uncle Scott's." Beca explained, laying her back down into the bed. Alex adored Stacie, though when she was first learning to talk, could never seem to pronounce Stacie, it always came out instead, CeeCee, which Stacie loved, so the name had stuck.

"Don't leave me!" Alex begged, her big blue eyes full of fear and staring back at Beca. "Where's Daddy? I wanna sleep in your bed."

Jesse and Beca were adamant when it came to rules regarding sleeping arrangements. In the four years since Alex had arrived, she had slept in Beca and Jesse's bed just one time, when she was three years old and had come down with a horrible stomach virus and couldn't stop vomiting. Beca had felt horrible for her, and couldn't bare to be away from her. Other than that, the child slept in her own big girl bed, in her own big girl room. It was made clear from the beginning that Alex would not sleep with them. As much as Beca would have loved it at times, she knew if they started that habit, it would take years to break it. Luckily, Alex was extremely good about sleeping through the night, so it had never been a problem.

"Daddy's sleeping sweetie." Beca fibbed. "He's in his bed, and you're in your bed. But you'll see him in the morning."

"Please stay with me, just until I fall asleep. What if the beast comes back? I need you Mommy." Alex pleaded. Beca was a sucker when it came to her daughter's heartfelt pleas, and she couldn't turn her down. Tucking her back under the covers, Beca laid next to her. "Okay, it's alright, I'm not going anywhere." She assured her. "Close your eyes, I'm right here."

Alex rested her head on Beca's chest and wrapped her arms around her waist. Beca kissed her forehead and softly stroked her hair soothingly. Beca was raising her daughter to be independent and self sufficient, but she had to admit, she loved these moments when they cuddled up together.

Jesse laid in bed, twiddling his thumbs. Glancing over at the clock, it was 11:35PM. Over twenty minutes since Beca had left the room. Sighing, he pulled back the covers, threw on a pair of sweatpants and made his way to check on his girls. Walking across the hall, he peaked into his daughter's room which was softly lit up in pink and purple from the night light.

Adjusting to the light, his eyes finally settled on the bed to find Beca and Alex, curled up against each other, fast asleep.

Jesse smiled as he stood in the doorway and witnessed one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. Beca's body was wrapped lovingly and protectively around Alex's tiny body. Alex's head rested peacefully on her mother's chest. Their breathing was even and perfectly in sync. He didn't have the heart to wake her. While he wanted her in the worst way, he knew she needed her sleep. In the morning, he knew she would apologize before telling him that's what he got for allowing Alex to watch Beauty and the Beast when she specifically told him not to.

Before leaving the room, he pulled the blankets a little higher and kissed both of them on the head. As he walked out, he whispered, "I love you both. Sweet dreams my angels."

Gently, he closed the door so he wouldn't disturb them, then walked across the hall to their bedroom. He climbed back into bed and turned the light off, glancing over at their family picture on the nightstand. Jesse had everything he wanted in life, and despite the challenges that parenthood brought, he loved this journey.