Last chapter! I'm gonna miss writing this story.

A month later – Saturday morning

She's groggy as she wakes up, squinting her eyes up at the sunlight shining through the window. Honestly, can't he go one day without the sun's rays blasting onto his face to wake him up? She shouldn't even be up this early; it's a Saturday, for God's sake.

Her annoyance quickly turns into confusion as she realizes that the breath hitting the back of her neck and the arm lying lazily across her waist are both absent. She looks over her shoulder and frowns at the cold, empty side of the bed and then promptly rolls over to bury her face in his pillow. She's definitely going to start using his shampoo; why is it that men always have better-smelling shampoos than women?

Beca's ears perk up when she hears his voice coming through the hallway. He's singing Lumineer's Ho Hey loudly, like a total dork. She hears the door open but prefers to stay face-down on the bed. He throws something on his desk chair; maybe a towel? He likes taking early Saturday morning showers, the weirdo. Soon enough, she feels the bed dip down and a hand moving her hair off her shoulder so that he could lay a kiss there.

"Are you awake?" Jesse mumbles against her skin. Beca gives a noncommittal hum and yields to the arm around her waist tugging her closer to him without removing her nose from his pillow. She knows he wants her to turn around, but unless he thinks of a way to bathe the room in complete darkness, she's not moving.

"Beca," he chuckles. "You're going to have to face sunlight at some point during the day."

She groans, but finally relents and allows him to turn her around.

"Good morning, beautiful," Jesse says with a cheeky grin, pushing strands of hair away from her face as she rolls her eyes at him. "No wonder you're so pale. I think you'd avoid any source of light all day if you could."

"Shut up," she mutters as she pulls him down for a morning kiss. His skin's cool from his shower and she squeaks as freezing droplets of water fall on her cheek from his wet hair. "Why the heck do you take cold showers?" She asks once they pull away.

Jesse shrugs. "They wake me up. Besides, it's the reason I have such amazing skin and hair. You're just jealous," he jokes.

"Yes, I am so jealous," Beca says dryly. "Please, I beg of you, teach me all of your secrets."

"I'd be happy to. But if I do that then we need to always take showers together from now on; just so I can be sure that you're following all of the beauty secrets I will soon grace you with."

"Sounds awesome," she says, planting a disinterested look on her face.

"I'm glad you still retain your ability to be sarcastic in the mornings."

"It's a gift. Don't be jealous because it's not something I can teach you. You have to be born with it."

"Then at least our a-ca children will have it," Jesse says seriously.

"If we're lucky. Worst case scenario, they inherit your weird quirks and none of my talent. That'll be a problem."

"I think you mean, your weird quirks and none of my talent. That means that we'll probably have tiny vampire children with multiple piercings and tattoos."

Beca makes a face at him and rolls her eyes when he sticks his tongue out at her. "Dork."

"Weirdo."

"Nerd."

"Vampire chick."

"Wanna-be Broadway star."

"Little person."

"Movie fanatic."

"Lover."

She tries to shove him off the bed at that one, but he purposely goes slack on top of her and his weight is too much. "Fatty," she says laughing and gasping for breath.

Jesse props himself up with his elbows and Beca laughs at the insulted look on his face. "I am not fat. This is all muscle right here." He narrows his eyes when Beca raises a dubious eyebrow at him. "Want me to prove it to you? 'Cause I think you might need a cold shower as well. I could carry you over there if you'd like."

He holds back a self-satisfied grin when Beca quickly shakes her head and squeezes his biceps. "I believe you, this is definitely all muscle."

"Told you," he says satisfactorily. "Now, all joking aside, what should we do today?"

"Let's stay in bed," Beca says stretching out on the sheets.

"We did that yesterday and the day before that. I don't think we have the excuse of being jet-lag anymore. Now, it's just called 'being lazy'." Jesse humors her anyway by plopping down next to her.

"Speaking of, how was your winter break? I forgot to ask since we've been…busy," she turns on her side and props her head up on one hand to look at him.

Jesse smiles, "It was good. I think every Swanson living in the States came over to our house on Christmas. You should've been there."

Beca shrugs, "I hadn't spent the holidays with my dad in a while. And Sheila wasn't that bad, though she did try to get me some jewelry from Tiffany's as a 'small gift'. That was scary. And unnecessarily expensive. Good thing my dad convinced her to go for some ear phones instead. Though I think those were expensive, too," she winces.

Jesse snorts, "Figures you wouldn't want jewelry. Did you like my present?" He asks with an eager look on his face. He pouts when Beca bursts into laughter.

"You got us 'his and hers' pijamas, weirdo. Did you pick them out yourself?" She asks smiling.

"My taste is incredible. And the color red is perfect for both our skin tones," he smirks.

"Don't think I didn't notice the small 'Treble Makers' printed on the back. Did you like my gift?"

"Oh yeah. I will now forever be a 'Barden Bella' boxer man. Thank you for that. My cousins saw those; they'll never let that go," he says wincing.

She smirks, "We did agree on gag gifts."

"Yeah, but next year, I get to buy you a real present and you can't complain," Jesse says, grabbing her hand and playing with her fingers.

Next year. Good, so they were on the same page then.

"Okay," she says softly. She's not going to complain. She wants to get him a real present, too. And she's glad that Jesse's already thinking of their future Christmas's together; it's a certainty that only he can assure her of. She had missed him these past few weeks and had never been more thankful for Skype. They even got to talk on Christmas Eve, once she locked herself in the bathroom with her laptop and he snuck away to an empty room at his aunt's house. Beca had really enjoyed chatting with him while he wore an over-the-top, ridiculous Christmas sweater his parents had forced on him. The first five minutes of their conversation had been spent with her laughing her head off, and Jesse huffing and making mock-angry faces at her.

They're contentedly lying nose-to-nose on the bed, Beca with her eyes closed and Jesse humming and intertwining their fingers. The moment is broken when her stomach rumbles.

Jesse chuckles. "Hungry?"

Beca opens one eye to look at him and replies, "Sure. Why don't you go get breakfast while I wait here?"

"And be your personal room service? No, thank you," he says, getting up from bed and pulling her up by the hands.

Beca groans as she sits up and is handed her clothes. She changes out of his shirt while he collects his wallet and then proceeds to drag herself off the bed to go brush her teeth. And now out into freaking daylight. Maybe she really is a vampire or something.

They're waiting in line at the 'crepes and waffles' diner on campus. She's leaning against his side, texting Amy back to let her know that she'll be there to meet with the Bellas at Lilly's dorm room tomorrow. She's missed those awesome nerds, too.

Jesse's hands are tapping in rhythm against her hip and his eyes are searching the menu up on the board, next to the diner cart. "I think I want the 'Chocolate Truffle Waffle'. You?"

Beca looks up at the board and her eyes are immediately drawn to her favorite. "The 'Mickey Mouse Fun House'," she deadpans and smirks lightly when Jesse suppresses a chuckle against her hair.

She puts her phone away once she reads Amy's reply and leans her whole weight against Jesse as she wraps both arms around his waist. He stumbles back, not expecting it and pinches her waist in retaliation. She can feel him grinning into her hair and smiles as the thought that always lingers in the back of her mind becomes a top priority again.

She tilts her head up and murmurs against his ear, "I love you."

She doesn't say it often, but he doesn't mind. What he likes the most is that she says it when he least expects it; like now, as they're waiting in line for breakfast. Most of the time, it's at completely random intervals. It's almost never in a romantic setting, the kind that's perfect for a rom-com, where they're all alone and everything's quiet. It isn't necessary for them to say it then. They know already, they can tell in every brush of the lips or stroke of the arm; this is when they least need the words because it's so easy to just feel them instead.

So Beca says it in between laughs in the auditorium when they're having lunch, or against his neck at the quad while they're listening to music together. And these mean the most to him; he remembers each and every one of them. Sure, deep conversation can bring forth an 'I love you' from both of their mouths, but the fact that Beca can tell him at random interludes when she's happy and content and carefree, means that she doesn't need a serious setting to let him know, because the feeling now comes to her as easy as it does to him.

Jesse runs his nose up her throat, slowly over her cheek, up to her ear, his lips reaching her earlobe and placing a kiss there. "And I love you," he murmurs.

He feels her smile against his cheek and his chest warms because he swears he feels it against his heart, too.

The End! So...

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