Soo yeah. I posted this in fanfiction.net and got 2 reviews, both good.
So I guess I can post it here?
Heh.
Well here it is.
Jesse&Becky fluff
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The first time I saw him, I didn’t think much. He was just another guy clad in leather who rode a motorcycle. I even tried to stay away from him, as I wanted nothing to do with him. But the more I visited the Tanners, the more I wanted to talk with him. Eventually we managed to get in a few words every now and then. I could tell he liked me, but I wasn’t so sure if I liked him.
Danny had approached me one day, saying Jesse was acting differently around me than he did other girls in his past. He said Jesse was one to rush into things, but he was taking his time with me. I admit, I was touched, but that didn’t change my opinion on him. To me, he was just a friend, and only that. The more we talked, the more I liked him. But it was nothing in a romantic way. I just liked him better then I did before.
Then, one day, I watched in the doorway as he and Michelle had a heart to heart, which seemed common in the Tanner household. The words coming from his mouth were sweet, soft and gentle. Something that was strange to hear from a man like Jesse. The way he and Michelle interacted struck me hard. It was then I realized that Jesse wasn’t like every other guy dressed like a hoodlum. He was an uncle.
After that I began to see the real Jesse. The comical, loving, caring side of him. The way he handled the kids when they had a problem was admirable. And the way he always had some sort of advice at hand made me envy him. I wished I could’ve fallen in love with someone like that, a man who knew how to care for a family. Then I noticed – the man I dreamed of was right in front of me.
I began to develop a crush. It wasn’t really big or anything, but I could feel my heart flutter whenever he looked at me. I began to visit Danny and everyone more. They didn’t mind, I think they enjoyed it. Especially Jesse. Every time I came over he was always looking at me or talking to me.
That simple crush turned into something bigger. I found myself thinking about him before I left to visit the Tanners, driving myself crazy about what to wear. Talking to him more and spending more time with him. I could tell he was just as nervous as me about his features; his hair was always gelled more than usual.
I don’t know how it happened, but after a while we started to date. We went out to dinner, to the movies or just to walk around San Francisco on a cool, breezy night. I enjoyed it. He was sweet and romantic. Everything I ever wanted in a man was in Jesse. I could tell our relationship was going somewhere when we gave each other nicknames. I started to call him ‘Jess’ inadvertently and he called me ‘Beck’. I liked it. It made me feel special, different. It soon became a natural thing.
He then popped the question, sooner than I wanted. I was unsure at first, but agreed after a brief moment of thought. We were to get marries in a hotel, unknown to the rest of the family. But once I had walked up the aisle and down the aisle and so on I realized that this wasn’t what I wanted. Yes, I wanted to be with Jesse, but not this soon. We weren’t ready to start a life together. I saw eagerness in his eyes, and I knew the rushed attitude Danny had told me about before. I did something that night that I know broke Jesse’s heart. I left him at the alter. I ran and I didn’t look back.
I went home and stripped myself of the wedding gown and changed into some decent clothes. It took a long time to finally get the courage to confront him. When I was ready, I headed for Danny’s house, knowing that was the one place he would be.
When I saw how torn he was, I felt tears coming. His eyes held so much pain and grief that I could barely hold my gaze. We argued and in the end, only ended up making us even closer.
We continued to date, for a couple years. We continued to share our love, respect and happiness with one another. Then, finally, when I was ready – he proposed again.
This time I accepted with courage. I knew this was it. The end of my single life and the beginning of my married one. I was excited to start a family with him. To know that he was mine and I was his.
We had two sons – twins. Nicky and Alex Katsopolis. They were the second best thing to come into my life besides Jesse. Together we raised them and cared for them.
And now, as I sit in bed watching him sleep, all curled up under the thick blankets, I know that it was all worth it. I run my fingers lightly through his hair, careful not to wake him. He looks so innocent and sweet when he sleeps. And I long to curl up beside him and let myself drift off into pleasant dreams. But I like to think, think about our life, what was, what is and what is to come. I like to think about him.
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