So, this is still set in the Jigsaw Universe although the first half is actually set in the movie. If you'd like to read Jigsaw first then you can but it's not actually necessary. At least not for this chapter. I can't guarantee that for the other chapters though. Oh, and this chapter is just fluff. Angst will come in later.

Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Pitch Perfect.

GOOD MORNING

(Or The Six Instances When the Phrase Meant a Whole Lot More to Them)

BECA, The Day After Aca-Initiation Night

It is a known and undisputed fact that Beca Mitchell was not a morning person. Even when she was just a two year old, she would put up the biggest fuss at being woken up early. This was why today was nothing short of a miracle.

At 8:00 AM – that's right, 8 o 'clock in the morning- Beca's alarm rang. Now, under normal circumstances, she would never set her alarm for anything earlier than 9:30 and, considering the fact that yesterday was Hood Night and that she was half-drunk when she collapsed onto her bed at 3 AM this morning, setting her alarm for anything earlier than noon was positively suicidal and out of the question. However, Luke had asked- well, commanded, really- her and Jesse to "mind the station" for most of the day since his parents were visiting from Essex for the weekend. And well, the shift began at 8:30 so she had absolutely no choice but to be up at 8:00.

It wasn't the 8:00 wake-up call, though, that made this morning a very unusual – aka downright shocking- one. No, it was the fact that, even though she only had five hours of sleep and was suffering from a minor hangover, she woke up with a smile on her face.

This one in a million occurrence could not be attributed to a what, but rather, is the direct result of a who, more specifically, a certain dorky, goofy brunet that had the most incredible singing voice- not that she was ever gonna tell him that. His ego was big enough as is.

Last night had been a night of revelation, so to speak. Sure, his first few words, though spoken in a somewhat drunken state, shook her; but slowly, as the night wore on, his honest ramblings and unintentional revelations softened her animosity towards him. Okay, maybe animosity was a harsh word. It wasn't that she hated his guts; it's just that she's not really fond of forming relationships whether they be friendships or more serious ones- life had taught her that. After the divorce, she and her mother moved from place to place, never really settling anywhere and she had learned not to get too attached to people. That is, until last night. Their conversation struck a chord in her and made a few teeny tiny cracks on her walls.

"My parents, my mom especially, were pretty much worried that I wasn't gonna find friends here. I have weird interests, you know? Movies and chorale singing? Not exactly normal friend material. It's really good then that you're my friend Beca Mitchell. I'm really glad I met you." Jesse emphasizes his statement with a huge goofy grin that somehow lights up his countenance and Beca can't help but give a less abrasive response than she wants to.

"What makes you think we're friends?" She almost immediately regrets asking it when she sees disappointment and hurt in his eyes. However, he almost immediately recovers and shoots her a smirk.

"Well, I did serenade you on the first day of school. Not many men do that, especially to a total stranger. Even if you were a hot stranger." Her eyebrow lifts at this.

"You think I'm hot?"

"Well yeah. The scary ear spike may be a deterrent for some men but I know how to look past that to see the mischievous and totally awesome personality you have. Oh, that and the fact that you're beautiful." She feels her face growing hot and tells herself that it's the alcohol causing her face to flush. He continues on, not noticing her reaction. "Besides, if you weren't hot, you wouldn't be my friend. The Uber Awesome Friendship Club of Jesse Swanson only admits hot people."

"The Uber Awesome Friendship Club really?" A snort escapes from her at that.

It felt good to have someone call her beautiful, even if he was pretty drunk. Compliments, especially those along the lines of gorgeous, hot, and sexy, always left her at a loss as to how to respond, unless they were accompanied by very obvious leers, which almost always results in her getting angry; but Beautiful? "Beautiful" was an entirely different compliment. "Beautiful" was a caliber above any and every single one of these. Sure stunning and breathtaking were pretty serious compliments but something about the word, "beautiful" and how it was simple yet meaningful, stood out for her. No compliment was greater than that word and Jesse had told her that plainly, without any preamble at all. It was nice and it made her like Jesse even more than she reluctantly did.

Not only that, in the fifteen minutes it took for sleep to overtake her, she realized that with Jesse's casual statement of them "having aca-children" as it was "inevitable", he had given her a promise that no other person had ever offered her. He had promised her his friendship (at least) for a very long time, possibly forever. He had promised to stay in her life.

That was the final push that made her decide that, yes, Jesse Swanson was her friend and that maybe this year in Barden University wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Bece Mitchel, despite the fact being sleep deprived and slightly hungover, had woken up with a smile at an ungodly hour because it was a good morning. After all, in thirty minutes, she gets to see her Jesse Swanson. Today, she gets to spend the whole day with a friend -her friend.

JESSE, Three Days Before the Riff-off

Jesse always started the day by greeting himself "Good Morning". It sounded like a pretty stupid thing to do but it was actually an effective method for "starting the day right". By telling himself "good morning", he started the day with a positive outlook, the mindset that that day was going to be a good day and that things were all going to work out perfectly.

This morning, however, he didn't even have to greet himself "good morning". He just knew. This morning was going to be an incredibly awesome morning because, today, he was going to surprise Beca with an impromptu picnic and movie session. Because, when you really think about it, no one doesn't not like movies.

He pretty much memorized Beca's schedule by now- coordinating shifts makes you familiar with other people's academic schedules- and he knew that she had 11:00-1:00 free. He also knew that she had this spot beside a tree where she'd mix her songs and do whatever.

So, in preparation for the impending awesomeness that was to happen in 3 hours, according to his watch, he quickly stuffed his supplies into his backpack, ticking off a mental checklist as he did so. Blanket? Check. Candle? Check. Cookies? Check. Juice Packs? Check. Awesome Movies? Check. And Laptop? Check.

He zipped up his backpack and hefted it one before making his way out the door. People passing by couldn't help but smile as they watched the man walk out of the door with a skip in his step, happily whistling a tune.

It was going to be an insanely good morning.

BECA, The Day of the ICCA Finals

"It's a good morning. No, a great morning. Because great mornings lead to great days and today is going to be an awesome day. At least I hope so. Unless we totally mess up our performance. Or Jesse doesn't get the gesture. Or even worse, totally realizes what a horrible, horrible person I am and refuse to ever forgive me or be my friend ever again. No stop it, Beca. It's a good morning that's going to lead to a good day…"

And so the mantra continued as she brushed her hair and quickly put on her outfit. They had to leave for Lincoln Center at 10 because they had been given the 10:30-11:00 time slot to rehearse before the show this afternoon. They had flown in from Louisiana yesterday and had booked hotel rooms for two nights for the ICCA Finals.

The Finals. She had never been so confident yet utterly terrified in her whole life. Not only did the fate of the Bellas and Aubrey's rep hang in the balance, the existence and further existence of her friendship with Jesse was going to be determined this afternoon. She soon found herself pacing around the hotel room with a brush in one hand and the pitch pipe in another. Oh, they were going to mess up and everything was going to be ruined. Who was she kidding? She couldn't hold the pitch pipe! And she definitely couldn't salvage her friendship with Jesse.

A buzzing sound breaks her out of her mini panic attack and she grabs her phone only to realize that –yikes!- it's 9:58. She quickly runs the brush through her hair one more time before grabbing her backpack and the Bella scarf sitting on the vanity. As she runs out of the hotel room and into the elevator she reminds herself once more, "It is a good morning. And good mornings lead to good days…."

JESSE, Two Years After Graduation

Jesse woke up to a ringing phone at 8 AM five days after the Sundance Festival. Half-annoyed at whoever it was that dared to disturb his slumber (cue deep booming voice), he groggily felt for his phone before answering it.

"Lo?" He said, voice still slightly slurred as he was not completely awake yet.

"Good morning. Is this Jesse Swanson, the composer for Orpheus? I'm Jeffrey Lane and I'm calling on behalf of Martin Scorcese." That definitely woke him up. He found himself shifting into a sitting position as he answered the man.

"Yes, this is Jesse Swanson. How may I help you Mr. Lane?"

"Mr. Scorcese attended the Sundance Festival and liked your work. He wants to know if you would be interested in writing the score for his adaptation of Robert Brown's "The Book and the Ring". I believe his exact words were, 'Frankly, this score is impressive. Find out who wrote it and get him for the movie.' So what do you say Mr. Swanson? Would you like to work with Scorcese?"

"Yes. I believe I'd like to very much." He was mindblown by the opportunity. Martin Scorcese. That man was a legend, a very talented filmmaker and to be able to work with him just seemed incredible and too good to be true. "Thank you Mr. Lane. Please tell Mr. Scorcese that I would be very honored to work with him."

"Alright then. I'll send you the details in two weeks and we'll schedule a meeting after that. Congratulations Mr. Swanson. Bye."

"Thanks." He ended the call with a smile was so big that he probably rivaled the Chesire cat at the moment. Martin Scorcese. Wow.

This was a good morning. No, this was the awesomest morning ever.

BECA, On The Day of Her Wedding

Beca grumbles as her sleep is disturbed by her vibrating phone. She tries to swat the phone away but, seeing as it is on her bed, it continues to pester her until she finally gives in and answers the phone.

"You better have a good reason for waking me up at-" She peeks at the clock on her bedside. "eight thirty in the morning when I only got home at four am today or so help me I will make sure you regret ever being conceived."

"Now really, honeypoo, is that anyway to greet your husband-to-be in about five and a half hours?" She hears Jesse chuckle over the line, his voice condescendingly chiding.

"You won't be my husband-to-be if you continue to insist on calling me all those stupid pet names. And sorry, I'm just a little cranky and sleep deprived."

"It's okay. We all know how you're not a morning person, although I fully intend to reform you once we're married. Well, not completely reform. Just get you out of bed by 9." A smile makes its appearance the moment she hears the phrase "once we're married". She can't help but be excited about it. She shakes away the images of the afternoon's ceremony and attempts to focus on what Jesse's saying. "Actually, scratch that, I aim to have you be awake by 9 the latest although I give no promises as to whether or not you're gonna be out of the bed by then."

"I believe 'or not' has a bigger probability of actually being the reality," she answers laughingly.

"Well, I can totally live with that. Now," he says, his mood more sober now. "I know for a fact that Chloe and Amy are planning to whisk you off to get pampered in forty five minutes so you better wake up, get dressed and eat your breakfast, which, I might add, you will find waiting for you on your kitchen counter."

"Thank you Jesse. You're really way too good for me." Her heart melts at his thoughtfulness. Even on their wedding day, of which the main event is basically plain proof of his love, he still found the time to do something incredibly sweet to her. "What did you get me?"

"What do you think? Coffee-because we all know how much you depend on it-, a choc chip cookie muffin and a juice pack – yes it's grape flavored- because I couldn't resist and also because I'm pretty sure they have some sort of AV presentation later and we do need proper snacks to watch a movie, even if it's our movie."

"Jesse, has anyone ever told you of how much of a dork you are?"

"Everyday. My soon to be wife reminds me of that fact everyday."

"Well she won't anymore." She hears him exaggeratedly sigh in relief.

"Finally! I'm free from her cruel verbal abuse!"

"Oh, I wouldn't count on that." She chuckles then, sensing his confusion. "Because your wife will never ever let you forget that fact. However, said wife would like to add that it's what made her fall in love with you. So yeah."

"Love you too, Becs. Now go before Amy unleashes the kraken on me."

"Bye, Jesse. And thank you really!"

"Always." His voice is soft, tender as he says this and she hears him move to hang up the phone.

"Wait! Jesse? Are you still there?"

"Yeah? What is it Beca?" She bites her lip and tries to ignore the blush that's creeping up her face. She's shy, hesitant even, as she answers him.

"I can't wait for later. Love you."

"Me too." And she hangs up the phone to go and enjoy what the morning and the day have in store for her.

It's a good morning and it's gonna be an even better day.

JESSE, On a Not so Ordinary Tuesday Morning

Jesse stares at the small package in his hand, a brow furrowed in confusion. He knows that today is just an ordinary Tuesday morning, no anniversaries or birthdays today; so why is there a small gift for him?

He sighs to himself. Well, there's no other way to find out the reason for the gift other than to open it. After all, the gift itself would explain its significance. At least he hopes so. He tugs on the string that ties it together and watches it unravel. The wrapper comes next and soon he's staring at a simple red box. He lifts the box's cover and is even more confused when he finds a...white stick?

His fingers close around it and he lifts it up out of the box to take a closer look. That's when he notices the tiny pink plus sign and his heart just stops breathing. Is that-? Is Beca-? Is he-? OMG, are they going to-?

"Coffee?" He is startled from his swirling thoughts by that one word and he turns to face Beca, well, Beca's hand and the coffee mug in it. She refuses to look at him and he can tell by her shaking hands that she's nervous- no, absolutely terrified- but then so is he. A surge of joy courses through him as it finally hits him. He's going to be a dad. They were going to have a mini-him or Beca running around soon. All this goes through his head in the span of a few seconds and suddenly all he wants to do is hug Beca and kiss her because, wow, she was going to be a mom and they were going to have a kid and just…

He takes both mugs from her and sets them on his bedside table and proceeds to hug her as fiercely as he could, the joy still running through him and filling him and 0h, he's just so happy. He kisses her then, not just content with a hug. As he kisses her, his mind goes back to that night when he told her that this was going to happen. He was right. It was inevitable.

He pulls back and decides to not even attempt smirking as the smile won't go away. He looks at her, pride in his eyes and simply says,

"Told you so." She answers him by pulling him in for another kiss before slightly pulling back and resting her forehead against his.

"Good morning Daddy." If it is even possible, his smile grows bigger at this.

"Good morning to you too Mommy." He leans down and presses his face against her flat stomach. "And good morning to you, little one."

I have a few more chapter in mind (Probably one for "Good Night" and "Goodbye". If, and only if requested, I'm willing to try for "Sorry" and "Thank you" as well). Please don't forget to leave your thoughts about this and thank you for reading!