Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 25: I just want to make her happy

Jesse woke the next morning with a killer headache, instantly regretting how much he drank last night. Once his eyes finally adjusted to the light he sat up and the duvet fell from his bare chest. "Holy shit." His eyes widened once he realised he wasn't in his own room.

"Oh no, no, no." He muttered under his breath as he realised he wasn't alone in bed, the one and only Stacie Conrad was lying there sound asleep beside him. "Stacie." He shook the girl's shoulder and she groaned. "Wake up." He hissed.

"What is it?" She whined into her pillow.

Jesse was taken aback. "Are you not even slightly freaked out?" He asked incredulously and he put one of his hands under the duvet and his eyes widened once again. "Are you naked?" He asked slowly.

Stacie moved in the bed beside him before sitting up in a shot, holding the duvet over her chest. "What the fuck did we do?"

"Did we?..." The boy trailed off with a look of horror on his face.

"Holy shit we did Jess, I remember now. This is bad. This is really bad." Stacie began to panic, this is exactly what she didn't want to happen.

"Oh my god." Jesse ran his hand down his face. "I'm so sorry Stacie, I didn't mean for this to happen. I mean you have a boyfriend!"

"It's not your fault. Don't worry I'll figure it out, just don't tell anyone about this okay?"

"You've got my word."

A few days later, Beca and Chloe's trip was finally over and they were on the plane home. Beca was pretty bummed out when Chloe took her period early on New Year's Day because it was her plan to try and sleep with her girlfriend whilst they were away but the redhead's ovaries decided to get in the way. Since the older woman was feeling pretty shitty, Beca did try her best to make her feel better though.

"How you feeling?" Beca reached beside her and began softly rubbing Chloe's lower abdomen.

"Hm." Chloe only hummed, trying to get herself comfortable as she snuggled into the side of her girlfriend as best as she could whilst her daughter was sleeping by her other side.

Beca reached forward and picked up her bottle of water before taking a drink of it.

"Can I have a drink?" Chloe asked, sitting up slightly.

"Sure." Beca handed her the bottle and she took a few gulps of it before handing it back.

"Thank you." Chloe pulled Beca's arm over her as she snuggled back into the younger girl and began toying with her fingers. "Are you looking forward to getting back on the team?" The redhead wondered.

"Yeah, I'm kinda scared at the same time though. I literally haven't stepped foot on the pitch since the accident." Beca said honestly as she glanced out the window.

Chloe loved how Beca was being emotionally open more often, she felt like she was able to help her more if she was honest about her feelings.

"You'll be fine babe. Your meds have seem to be working so that's a good thing."

"Yeah I suppose." Beca shrugged.

"I've been meaning to ask you, what's the deal with your license since you were diagnosed?" The redhead asked curiously.

"My driver's license? It got taken off me. If my seizures didn't knock me unconscious, there could've been some exceptions but since they do, they just took it off me all together." The brunette explained bitterly. "I have to have my seizures controlled for 6 months before I can get a new one. In the meantime, my dad's selling my fucking car." She huffed and it reminded Chloe of Hailee when she doesn't get her way.