A/N: Hello everyone! Okay, I have tried (Note: "tried", not definite yet folks) to reassemble the storyline to make it... happy. So, your thoughts and reviews will give this story its plot.

With a quick peck on the cheek, Jesse adjusted his tie and walked out the front door, with that strange distant look in his eyes. Beca smiled sadly as he left, and resumed drying the dished from breakfast. He had been acting strangely for three months, and it was getting on her nerves. The familiar bubbly movie-fanatic Jesse had disappeared, only to be replaced by this cold-shouldered man. Sighing, she returned to clean out their bedroom, her mind throbbing with the endless possibilities for Jesse's peculiar behaviour.

Could it be that he had grown tired of her? At night, the cuddles normal couples shared had disappeared entirely, as Jesse would roll to his side of the bed, ignoring the bewildered look in Beca's eyes. The mornings were quiet, much like this one. There would be the awkward discussions about work, but it all seemed too professional. Dinners weren't much better. Jesse's usually garrulous self was much more reserved, and the only sound she could hear was the quiet chewing of food.

Beca shuffled down the stairs, only to be disturbed by a series of coughs and splutters. She stumbled to the sink, gulping down a glass of water, hands gripping the metal tightly, panting. What was wrong with her? A bout of dizziness hit her as she staggered to the fridge, just to get some food to calm her stomach. As she opened it, she realised that Jesse had forgotten his sandwich at home. So, being a dutiful wife, she decided to drop it off at his workplace.

Her hands quivered on the wheel as she backed out of the driveway. Her vision was blurred, and her insides tumbled. She felt awful. He only worked ten blocks away, so the drive didn't take that long. Tottering into the building, Beca approached the receptionist, lunch in hand.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" the woman acknowledged her with a raised eyebrow.

"Um, my husband left his lunch at home, can I give it to him?"

"What's his name?"

"J - Jesse Swanson."

"407."

"Thank you," Beca gave her a feeble nod, and walked as confidently as she could to the lift.

Inside, she collapsed against the railing. Don't worry, Beca, it will be over soon... Beca consoled herself, clutching the sandwich. The lift lurched to a stop, and Beca exited towards his office. As she neared, she could hear strange moans coming from within the wooden doors. Beca pressed her ear curiously to Jesse's office and listened, eyes widening with realisation.

"I love you so much, Jesse."

"Kate - "

That was enough for Beca. No wonder he had been acting so oddly. He had been secretly snogging another woman behind her back. Stubborn tears clouded her eyes, refusing to fall. She had tried. Tried. Beca Mitchell never cried over anything. But she was Beca Swanson now. Beca Swanson the freakin' housewife, Beca Swanson the freakin' wife of Jesse Swanson. Knowing how useless it was to cry, Beca decided the only place for her to go now was the sanctuary of her best friends' bar, 'Down Under'. Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey would think of something. They'd never let her down. Unlike Jesse. The name began to sound bitter on her tongue. She could taste the resentment and anger.

Beca scanned the bar, nothing much had changed. The velvet lined seats and ebony tables were there, the horny barmaids Stacie hired still worked there and her three best friends were in a corner, giggling and snorting. How carefree, Beca longed to have a life like theirs. She had been labeled as having the 'dream life', but now, it seemed quite hellish.

"Hey, Chloe, Sta - "

"BECA!" They screeched, piling on top of her.

"Um, hi..." her voice was muffled by the onslaught of hugs.

"We were worried our little tiger had disappeared!" Stacie winked at her.

"I... Yeah, life's been... eventful..." she bit her lip, her eyes cast downward.

"Well, Tom and I..." Chloe began to drone on about her wonderful life with Tom, and Beca smiled weakly as she listened. Suddenly, a wave of nausea overwhelmed her, and she bolted for the bathroom, hands clutched tightly around her mouth. Her friends stared after her, frozen with shock.

"What's gotten into her?"

Aubrey's mouth was a tight line, pressed together in deep thought.

"Oh my god!" Chloe gasped, eyes popping with excitement, "She's pregnant! Morning sickness!"

"Holy shit..." Stacie clapped her hand over her mouth, "I better check on her."

Aubrey gave her a tight nod, and the three of them sprinted to the bathroom, delighted at the thought of their friend having a baby.

Her head in her hands, Beca leaned over the sink, ready for the next round of retching. How could her day possibly get worse? Her thoughts were disturbed by a sudden crash outside. Stacie tumbled in, followed closely by Aubrey and Chloe, each beaming widely.

"Why didn't you tell us?" gushed Chloe, giving her a surprise hug from behind.

"What?" Beca frowned. What hadn't she told them?

"THAT YOU'RE PREGNANT?" all three screamed.

Pregnant? That was impossible. Ever since Jesse had stopped acknowledging her as his beloved, those hot make-out sessions had disappeared as well. The last time was three months ago, and if she had conceived, she would have had a noticeable baby bump by now. And she didn't sleep with any men other than her husband. No, she wasn't as filthy as Jesse.

"I'm no - " Beca tried to start.

"Does Jesse know?"

"I - "

"Oh my god, we have to tell everyone!"

"Guys - "

"Be right back, Beca, the Bellas MUST know!"

"I AM NOT PREGNANT!" Beca almost shrieked. But it was too late, the three Bellas were already gone.

Late that night, Beca was still at the club, drinking her heart out. She'd tried to abstain from alcohol months ago, when they had been trying to get a baby, but now, all she wanted to do was drain her head of all the disturbing thoughts of Jesse and the whore. He had promised that there was nothing going on between his assistant and him, and now, he had let Kate drape herself all over him. Had she not loved Jesse so much, she would have left when she first found out. But now, the nerd that watered her heart with so much affection, it grew ten times bigger, and softer. And then crushed it. Like some sort of weed in the garden bed, and replaced her with a younger, fresher, and more vibrant woman. It seemed very stupid for Beca Mitchell (sorry, Swanson) to be saying that, but she had found herself unable to stay away from him for longer than two days. It was a very unhealthy, but like heroin, she craved him more and more by the day.

The warmth of the alcohol fizzed through her system, burning out all the pain of life. She began nodding off, until she heard footsteps approach.

"Beca?"

The masculine voice seemed so familiar, but the vodka stole her ability to locate it. Then one name came to her mind. Jesse. What the heck was he doing here? Wasn't he finished with crushing her heart?

"Hmm..." she giggled softly, allowing the drug to take its course.

"Were you at my office this morning?"

The effects of vodka vanished instantly. Why was he asking her this?

A/N: You guys have to be my Betas. If you notice something weird, tell me, and I'll fix it for you. It will still follow the original storyline, but instead of Beca's death, it will be a happy ending.