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Title: The Gift - Before The Wedding

Summary: Companion piece to "Coming out of the Dark". Beca and Jesse received the most unique wedding present. After much consideration will they accept or decline the gift. These are the events before and after the wedding.

One week before the big day Beca and Jesse held their joint bachelor/bachelorette party at a popular karaoke bar. After hours of their friends getting hammered and belting out songs reminiscent of their a cappella glory days, Bumper Allen approached the soon-to-be married couple.

"Here." he handed over an envelop which Beca instinctively grabbed. Taking a step back he waited for her to open it. "It's our wedding gift."

"Oh! Okay...thanks!" Beca examined the gold foil sticker keeping the gift secured. "We'll open it after we get back from our honeymoon with the rest of our presents."

"Thanks man, we really appreciate it." Jesse slapped the arm of his one-time nemesis. "I know we've had our differences but we're really glad you'll be joining us on Saturday."

"Actually, you really need to open that now." Bumper insisted, pointing at the gift. "You'll see what I mean."

Handing her fiancé the envelop, Jesse eased a finger under the fold and broke the seal. Withdrawing a card he whipped out his cell phone to illuminate the cursive writing. When he saw what the gift was about his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Seriously?" Jesse asked rhetorically. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

Beca started to reach for the card but Jesse kept it out of her reach. Being only five foot two, it really wasn't that difficult. "Dude, what is it?"

"You don't want to know." Jesse sighed with disapproval. "I should've known better."

"Before you say no, show it to her." Bumper suggested. "She's cool, see what she thinks."

"No way, man." Jesse shook his head. "Unlike you I respect women, especially the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

Without warning Beca snatched the card out of his grip and sprinted over to a table with a lit candle. As she began to read it her eyes widened like saucers, then doubled over with laughter.

"You're laughing?" Jesse was dumbfounded by her reaction as he walked over to her. "I thought for sure you'd want to stab him with your ear-spike."

She laughed even harder at his remark. "I've done some crazy shit in my life but this just might top it."

Bumper caught up with them. "See what I mean, I told you she'd be cool about it."

Composing herself, Beca took a step toward Barden's ex-security guard turned singing sensation via "The Voice" so she was inches from his face. For a petite thing she could still be very intimidating. "I never said I was okay with it." And handed the card back. "Thank you but, this isn't for us."

"Are you sure about that?" Bumper questioned back. "This only happens once in your lifetime, well...hopefully just once."

Jesse pulled Beca back to him. "We appreciate the sentiment but...you heard her."

Bumper deflated his lungs. "Alright, before you throw away this opportunity I'm gonna tell you something in confidence, so this shit doesn't leave the room, kapish?" Beca and Jesse looked at each other and nodded. "When we got married this was one of our gifts. At first we felt the same but after giving it some thought, it was the best decision we ever made."

"You and Amy did this?" Beca asked, still not convinced that her Aussie friend would do such a thing. "I need to talk to her."

"Yes, and you should. But now that I've told you she'll probably want to chop my dick off and feed it to me. Anyway, we're glad we did it because it's literally, the gift that keeps on giving." Bumper preached like a holy man during church services. "Don't decide now, give it some thought and check it out. It's completely discrete and nobody has to know shit."

With a furrowed brow, Beca considered the possibilities. "As much as I hate to agree with him, he's right. This is only going to happen once in our lives." she gnawed on her lower lip then turned to her fiancé. "We should at least think about it."

Jesse was floored because he couldn't believe what his future bride was considering. "Alright man, you heard her. We'll let you know."

"Awesome!" he squeaked. "Now where's that crazy wife of mine?"

As Bumper skipped off to find Amy, Jesse brought Beca in closer. "You really surprised me just now."

"Why?"

"I don't know, it's just...I never thought you would want to do that."

"Let me tell you something." Beca took his hand and led him away from the crowds to speak in private. "Before I met you there was a lot of things I would never do. Like, settle down with a dude or have children or let myself fall in love…" she sighed, caressing his face. "But you changed that in me and brought me out of the dark. If you wanted this, you know...to memorialize our wedding night, I would totally do it for you."

"You would?" he still couldn't believe it. "What about you, what do you want out of this?"

"A night to remember with my smoking hot husband." she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "As long as it doesn't end up on the internet..."

"You do realize we wouldn't be alone." he droned on. "I mean, someone has to be there to film it."

"Mmm...hmm..." she nodded, looking into his eyes. "That's what makes it kind of exciting."

"Wow!" he was officially blown away. "I never realized just how kinky my fiancé was."

"Only about certain things." she winked suggestively. "So, tell me nerd, do you wanna make a movie with me?"

"What do you think?" he held her flush to him and pressed their lips together. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

"Not since our shower from earlier." she murmured against his lips. "Looks like I'll need to do some shopping."

..ooOoo..

With the evening winding down, Beca took the opportunity to corner her somewhat inebriated friend about her wedding present.

"Alright, spill it. Who's idea was it?" Beca asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Was it you or that perverted husband of yours?"

"Oh right, Bumper must've given you our prezzy." Amy replied in her Aussie slang. "It was mine, bet you never expected that kind of gift."

"You can say that." she snapped back. "What makes you think we would be into something like that?"

"Lez-be-honest Beca, you're no saint. I know all about your little love triangle with the ginger and your boy toy." she teased. "That must've been aca-smokin' to smash your back out with-"

"STOP!" Beca cut her off with a raised voice. Sighing in defeat she decided not to bother denying it. "Who the fuck told you?"

"You can ask all you want but you'll never get it out of me. I'm like Fort Knox with legs and the combination sequence is stashed up my butt." she hiccuped. "Besides, I promised Stacie I would never tell."

"THAT FUCKING BITCH!" Beca hissed then recalled the amazing weekend she engaged in the ménage a trios with Chloe and Jesse for the purpose of getting her pregnant only to be caught afterwards by Stacie when she visited. She then wondered who else knew about her dirty little secret. "I'm going to kill her."

"Oh relax, we're all sinners when it comes to sex. Take Bumper and I for instance. We have enough BDSM crap to make Christian Grey blush."

Beca's jaw practically detached from her face. It was a little too much information in regards to her friend's sexual habits. "You're killing me, Amy."

"Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it." she gave an exaggerated wink.

"Okay...whatever. I'll take your word for it." Beca tried to shake off the nauseating images infiltrating her mind then changed the subject. "Is it true? Did someone really record your wedding night?"

"Hell yeah! It's the gift that keeps on giving, and best porn you'll ever watch."

"Oh, my God." Beca was officially mortified then observed her fiancé across the room engaged in a conversation with Bumper. When her future husband gave her a thumbs up signifying that they accepted the gift, Beca gave a single nod with one of her trademark smirks. Returning her attention to Amy, she continued on. "Unlike you guys, we don't need to watch adult films or use toys to, you know...get turned on."

"Beca...it doesn't have to be dirty, unless you want it to be." The chubby blonde put an arm around her shoulder and brought them to a less congested area. "For us it was an opportunity to see how good we were together, it actually improved our sex life. I totally recommend all couples to film themselves bumping uglies."

Beca scoffed at her crude remark. "You do realize it's not all about sex."

Amy deflated her lungs. "You love each other, right?"

"Well...yeah. Of course we do."

"Then treat yourselves to this and enjoy it later. Trust me Beca, you won't regret it." she became more down to earth trying to persuade her friend. "You should definitely do it."

"We are." Beca finally conceded. "Jesse already told your husband to set it up."

"Awesome!" Amy beamed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, all this talk about doing the naughty is making me hornier than a two-dicked billy goat. Speaking of, where's that sexy bloke of mine?" And skipped off to find her mate leaving Beca alone with her thoughts until...

"You're gonna make a sex tape?"

"Shh!" Beca slapped a hand over Stacie's mouth who'd been eavesdropping on her conversation with Amy. "It's a wedding gift!" she whisper shouted, releasing her. "And don't you dare tell anyone!"

"Okay, I'll keep quiet...but only if you let me take you shopping." Stacie grinned mischievously. "And I know just the place."

Beca emptied her lungs. "Why do I have the feeling I'm going to regret this?" she mumbled to herself. Knowing this was an area she knew very little about, she reluctantly agreed. "Fine…"

Forty-eight hours later Stacie drove them in her BMW to a sex shop near Barden's main campus. As they entered the establishment, the statuesque ex-Bella was immediately recognized and greeted by the staff.

"Anastasia...welcome back!"

"They know you here?" Beca asked, shaking her head in disbelief. "You really are a slut."

Stacie was unaffected by her insult. "It's no secret that I love everything about sex, and yes I used to come here a lot when we were in college."

"Ahh...gotcha." Beca retorted, looking at the massive collection of sexual apparatuses. When she came across a shiny black and chrome rounded item she switched it on and held it against her cheek, the swirling motion made her giggle. "What is this thing?"

"That my dear is an oral sex stimulator by Lelo." she answered with pride. "It's very effective."

"It's two hundred fucking dollars!"

"And worth every penny," Stacie sighed. "I've got one in hot pink."

"Of course you do." Beca deadpanned, placing it back in its place. "So, where's the slutty-wear?"

Stacie rolled her eyes at her friend's sarcasm who seemed like a fish out of water. "Follow me." Making the trek to the next level there were racks of lingerie sorted by gender and size. "So, are you looking for sexy or sleazy?" she asked, trying to determine her need. "Or perhaps something in between?"

Beca cleared her throat. "Both I guess." she answered truthfully. Removing a hanger from a rack she examined a red flimsy bra that was missing the bra. "People actually pay for this crap?"

"Yes Beca, they do." she grabbed the hanger from her hand. "Help me out here and tell me what kind of guy Jesse is, what does he like?"

"Boobs." she merely stated. "He's sort of infatuated with them."

"Not surprised." Stacie quipped, going back to the clothes racks. "You were a 32B in college, right?" she inquired. During their Barden days Stacie was involved with designing outfits the Bellas wore during competition so she had to know their measurements. "Has this changed?" she already knew the answer but asked anyway.

"I'm a 34C now," Beca answered. "And um...sometimes D." she spoke under her breath.

"Since when?" Stacie asked, staring at her chest.

"Dude, stop looking at me like that! I've put on a few pounds, okay?" she protectively crossed her arms over her chest.

Stacie chuckled at her friend's embarrassment. "No wonder your nerd has a boob fetish."

Beca narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "Can we please get on with this?"

"What color do you want?"

"White, so I can wear it under my gown. You know, dual purpose."

Stacie smiled at her sensibility. "Do you want a loose and flowy negligee or a snug fitting corset to push your tits up?"

Beca rolled her eyes then gave it some thought. She wanted to look sexy for Jesse but also needed support for her growing belly. "I'm not sure. I mean, it should have structure and be flattering to my figure, right?"

"Yeah, and hide your baby bump." Stacie nonchalantly added without looking away from the racks of lingerie she was going through.

"What?"

Stacie turned and locked eyes with her. "I know you're knocked up."

Blinking hard Beca decided it was pointless to deny it. As soon as she started trying on lingerie for Stacie's opinion, it would be obvious. Taking a deep breath she continued on. "How did you know?"

"Chloe came to me after that night at the bar. She was concerned for your safety and knew she was losing you. She also mentioned something about you having reoccurring nightmares." Stacie paused before telling her the rest. "I told her I suspected you were pregnant, you know...hormones driving your actions. She never confirmed it but I was right, wasn't I?"

"Yeah, you knew before I did."

Beca didn't realize that her then girlfriend had gone to Stacie for help and told her everything that transpired including how she propositioned Jesse for sex in front of her and was caught kissing him while he slept on their sofa.

"I knew something wasn't right because in all the years I've known you, you've never indulged."

"I was so fucked up that night, I didn't know what I was doing." Beca recalled the evening like it was yesterday. "Had they not showed up when they did, I could've been-"

"Raped?" she finished her sentence. When Beca turned away and shook her head, Stacie became more suspicious. "It already happened to you, didn't it?

After a beat she nodded slowly.

Putting down the hangers, Stacie gave Beca her undivided attention. "You're nightmares?"

"Flashbacks." Beca admitted with sadness. "My memory of those events were triggered when Chloe was away. Jesse came by to check on me when I had my breakthrough. I've been in counseling since."

"Why didn't you come to me? I mean, I'm a licensed therapist. I could've helped you!"

Beca spun around to face her. "You're also one of my closest friends." she lowered the volume of her voice. "At the time, I didn't feel comfortable with anyone knowing I'd been gang raped at sixteen."

Stacie was rendered speechless because it was far worse than she'd imagined. Beca had made a valid point that couldn't be argued with for therapists knowing their patients on a personal level often created a lack of objectivity and made them ineffective healers. She had a new respect for her friend knowing she was a rape survivor and decided not to pursue things any further. "I'm really sorry you went through that." she pulled Beca into a brief hug then released her just as fast. "I'm glad you're getting help but if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you as a friend." she offerred then returned her attention to the lingerie she selected. "C'mon, let's try these on and find something that will have your husband eating out of your hand."

After modeling half the store's inventory Beca settled on a white maternity corset set and matching garter belt. The lingerie they picked out emphasized her assets and de-emphasized her tummy. Looking at herself in the mirror Beca turned to the side and frowned at her growing midsection.

"I'm showing." she sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm not going to be able to hide this much longer."

"Then don't." Stacie stood behind her and smiled at their reflection. "You look beautiful and you're glowing, may I?" Knowing what her friend was alluding to, Beca dropped her arms to her sides and gave her access to her belly. Reaching around Stacie flattened her hand over her baby bump. When she felt movement she squealed with excitement. "If my math checks out you should be well into your second trimester."

"Yeah, I'm going on seventeen weeks."

"Boy or girl?"

"Don't know yet. We'll find out after we get back from our honeymoon, wherever that is."

"Are you nervous?"

"Terrified." Beca admitted truthfully, turning around to face her friend. "I don't know anything about being a mother, and kids don't exactly like me. Shit! I don't even like them and here I am having one." Taking a seat in the dressing room Beca was becoming more stressed. "It's all Chloe's fault."

"You'll be fine." Stacie tried to be supportive but couldn't hide her amusement. Her petite friend was usually cool as a cucumber but here she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "Jesse is head over heals in love with you and, born to be a father."

"I know, he's been so wonderful…" she sighed. "It's all he talks about and sings to my tummy every night. He literally can't wait to be a daddy."

"Then what're you worried about?"

Turning back around, Beca studied her reflection in the mirror and rubbed her belly. She was getting married to the love of her life and having his baby. The thought of a bundle of joy made up of her and Jesse was beginning to excite her. "You're right, this is meant to be."

"So, when are you going to tell everyone?"

"Well, our families already know so we'll probably make an announcement at the reception."

"That's aca-awesome." Stacie smiled at her friend's good fortune. "I'm curious, how's your ex handling all of this?"

Beca gave it some thought. She'd been romantically involved with the ginger for years before bringing Jesse into the mix to father a child for them. After her repressed memories surfaced, she realized her hatred for men was caused by the trauma she endured as a teenager. With this realization Beca's feelings for Chloe had changed and she'd fallen for Jesse who not only was instrumental in her recovery, he'd been in love with her since the first day of college.

"She's good." Beca answered without a doubt. "And ready to step in as my maid of honor."

"This is going to be some wedding."

"Yeah, but it's the wedding night I'm more anxious about."

"Why?" Stacie inquired. "It's not like you're making a porn, it's just for the two of you. Besides, those guys are professionals and, with the signed disclosures in place, legally they can't put it online without your consent." she paused. "Breach of contract is a serious charge and any reputable company wouldn't dare take that risk."

"How do you know so much about this?" Beca asked, becoming more suspicious of her friend who seemed too knowledgeable for her own good, then it dawned on her. "It was you, wasn't it? You gave Amy and Bumper that wedding gift."

Stacie grinned, turning the bride-to-be around to undo the back of her corset. Words were not necessary, she was guilty as charged and proud of it. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs at check out. This is my gift to you."

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read the first part of this two chapter companion piece. As you probably saw, the scene between Beca and Stacie referenced chapters 6, 10 & 11 in the original story. I felt this was an opportunity for these two women to bond since Stacie knew about the arrangement and suspected the pregnancy. Tune in next time for the much requested and highly anticipated wedding night.

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