Thomgelica, Percules, Lams, and More!

Pickles

Angelica woke up with a pounding headache and a very heavy man wrapped around her. She sat up groggily and he groaned, rolling over and crashing down on the hardwood. Angelica turned her head around to look at him and let out a very feminine and ladylike grunt of approval. She stood up shakily and immediately fell back over, her head not allowing any sort of movement. Jefferson got off the floor and looked around.
"Well," he started. "So much for a sex strike, huh?"
"Aw shut up." Angelica said, actually standing up. She went to grab her robe, but a painful lurch in her stomach sent her sprawling for the bathroom. Jefferson stood up in a daze and stumbled towards the bathroom, just in time to catch his girlfriend as she lunged for the toilet.
"Babe are you- Nope." He held her hair back as she retched.
Downstairs Eliza and Marq were waking up on the couch. Marq smiled at Eliza and Eliza looked up and screamed.
"What's wrong, babe?" He asked, covering his ears. Eliza pointed behind him and Marq screamed.
"Hello, how was your sleep?" asked George. Eliza's eyes practically bugged out of her head as she rushed to cover herself.
"George! What are you still doing here? I thought I kicked everyone out?"
"Well, I was in the bathroom when you did, and after that I just crashed in your rec room. I still have so many questions, like why do you guys play beer pong so strangely? Usually when you land a ball the other person drinks, not you." He gave them a look like they were kids being silly, and Marq rolled his eyes.
"That's how wusses play it. Why would you want to get someone else drunk when you could get you drunk?"
"That seems like overkill. Anyway I should probably leave." With that George stood up and left, shutting the door quietly. Eliza and Marq exchanged a weird expression but didn't say anything.
Upstairs Peggy sat up, gripping the sheets right to her chest. Hercules blinked his eyes open and said, "Good morning, babe. Are you okay?"
"Something's wrong with Angelica." She got up and pulled on flannel pants and a sweater, leaving Herc to go back to sleep. She walked into Angelica's room and found her bathroom door open. Before she walked in she called out, "I am entering the bathroom. Jefferson if you are not clothed, grab a towel. Anything I don't want to see will be, well, snip-snip."
There was a scurry and the sound of cabinet doors opening. Two seconds later Peggy heard a: "Come in."
The youngest Schuyler sister walked into a sad sight. Angelica, pale in the face and hunched over, was leaning against the toilet as Jefferson stroked her hair and wrapped her in a huge fluffy towel.
"What happened?" Peggy demanded as Angelica leaned over to vomit.
"I think she's just hungover," Jefferson replied, but Angelica shook her head.
"This is not 'hungover'," she interjected shakily, leaning back against the wall, "This is... not."
"Ange, I'm going to get Eliza." Peggy left to go find her older sister, leaving Angelica with Jefferson. He helped her up from the floor and got her towards her bed, pulling out a pair of his gray sweatpants that he kept in the overnight bag. She slid into them and laid down, clutching her stomach.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Jefferson asked hopelessly, hands searching to try to find something to do.
"Oh, you know, just a little bloating- I am about to have no insides left!" Angelica sassed, throwing a dirty look at her boyfriend.
"I'm sorry, you're right, that was stupid, ah, I don't know what to do in this situation, usually I'm out before the hungover morning-after." Angelica slapped him on the leg and he gave her a nasty look. Before anything else could happen Eliza ran into the room, breathless, hair askew, and half clothed. A robe was draped carelessly over her shoulder and a panicked expression plastered across her face.
"Ange, what's wrong?" Eliza asked,throwing Jefferson a look like it was his fault.
"Why is everyone asking me that? I think the issue may be that I'm puking my lungs out?" Angelica sat up straighter and her color began to return to her face.
"Okay, do you need anything?"
"Um, can I have a glass of water and... some pickles!" Eliza looked confused briefly but then just shrugged and went with it. Angelica swung her legs over the bed and stood up.at up, causing Jefferson to jump up and put his hand on her back.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need something?" His eyes were wide and frantic, but Angelica smiled.
"I feel better, maybe I was just hungover." Angelica shrugged and walked downstairs. Jefferson stared into the corner of the room, as if he could find answers to the million question he had, and after finding nothing he followed the eldest Schuyler sister to the living room. She was sitting in the couch with a jar of pickles in her hand.
"Baby, are you okay? You seemed to get over that quickly. Are you sure you don't want a hamburger or something greasy to stem your hangover?" Jefferson asked tentatively when Angelica pulled another pickle out of the jar.
"No, I'm fine, I think I'm going to get some water though." Angelica stood up and walked into the kitchen, holding her jar of pickle tightly in her hand. As soon as she walked through the door the smell of coffee hit her like a brick. Her stomach lurched once again and she ran to the sink. Eliza came up behind her and rubbed her back as she threw up, Jefferson not far behind.
"I'm sorry, mon ami, is it the coffee? I like it strong," Marq said from the table. He was munching on a muffin.
"Yep," Angelica replied, taking a swig of water from a glass Jefferson handed her, "Definitely the coffee."
A knock sounded at the door and Eliza yelled upstairs for Peggy to go get it. In her room, Peggy detached herself from Hercules and hollered back downstairs, "I'm in the middle of something!" Hercules got tired of waiting and flipped her onto her back, abruptly ending the conversation. Eliza rolled her eyes and got the door.
Standing outside with a detachable car seat in her hand was Maria Reynolds. Eliza gushed at Susan, who was now nearly a month old, before inviting them in. The Schuyler's and Company had been a constant in young Susan's life, so she was very familiar with them. Maria had lost most of her pregnancy weight, thanks to an in-home treadmill and the rest of the quarter off.
"Hey, make yourself comfortable, sorry for the mess, Angelica's been sick so I haven't had time to clean." Eliza bustled around trying to straighten things, but Maria didn't seem concerned with that.
"What's wrong with Angelica?" She asked.
"I think just some extended hangover. She woke up this morning and threw up, then had something to eat, pickles of all things, and then puked again after being introduced to the smell of Marq's coffee." Maria's eyes got wide and Eliza looked shocked.
"What's wrong, Maria?" Angelica asked, walking into the room.
"Angelica, I- I think you might be pregnant."
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