Why?

Chapter 3

The next morning, (if you could call eleven thirty morning), Beca woke sore and tired. The bruises she had acquired last night were beginning to show, some a mere darkened spot of skin and others an ugly looking shade of purple.

Beca groaned as the events of the night before came back to her, and in a flash she was up and dressed, still pulling her coat on as she headed out the door.

When she arrived at the hospital, Beca headed straight to the receptionist, who was now a grumpy looking old lady.

"Hello, I'm here to see Jesse Swanson?" Beca asked politely.

"Third door on the right," The woman growled, pointing without turning down the second corridor.

"Okay, thank you," Beca replied respectfully, hurrying quickly down the hallway and entering the room quietly.

"Hey, Mrs. Swanson," A familiar voice called from the bed.

"Jesse!" Beca cried, dropping her bag and charging at the bed, throwing her arms around her boyfriend and kissing him passionately.

"Ow ow ow ow!" Jesse winced as she bumped his fractured shoulder.

"Sorry," Beca murmured, but just as she began to pull away, Jesse pulled her back, deepening the kiss, although this time Beca was more mindful of his injuries.

"Jesse, about last night-" Beca began, sitting in the chair by his bed.

"No, it's okay. I get that you're not ready yet, and I'm totally cool to wait," Jesse interrupted her, but she pressed on.

"That's the thing, thought. Before last night, I wasn't ready. But almost losing you… Having to face the fact that I might never hear your voice again… It made me realize that even if we end up like my parents, I don't care. Because what we have right now… I wouldn't give it up for anything. Jesse, I think - No, I know that I love you,"

Beca watched Jesse anxiously for his reaction. What if last night had made him realize he didn't love her back? What if he loved somebody else?

"I love you too, Beca Mitchell. Although if I had my way, I would be down on one knee offering you a rose and professing my love for you in a very public manner, not lying in a hospitable bed, having to wait for you to kiss me, instead of the other way around," Jesse replied ruefully, barely finishing his sentence before Beca attacked his lips with her own.

"God, Beca, you don't know how long I've been waiting to say it. I love you so much it hurts me," Jesse murmured between kisses.

"I love you too," Beca replied, smiling.