So This Is Life

Chapter 1

PLEASE READ In Sickness And In Health BEFORE READING THIS OR NONE OF IT WILL MAKE SENSE! Crazy-ass full-caps over, please enjoy this guys, and let me know what you think. Warnings: mpreg, strong language, icky stuff (but no smut. Never smut.).

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Jefferson's p.o.v

So, we got married.

It was a small affair, just us, a few friends, and our families. Okay, so it ended up being a lot of people because I have 9 siblings, 5 of which are married and 3 of which have kids, 4 in all. Stanley, Rufus, Rupert and Craig. I don't know what Randolph was thinking when he named his kid Craig. Rupert is Martha's pride and joy at 5 years old, which leaves 4-year-old Rufus and 8-year-old Stanely to Lucy, my only older sibling. She's 30 now. Martha's 25, Randolph 24, then there's my younger siblings... God, I really am ranting, aren't I? The point is, you disrespect any of them, I kick your face in. Understand?

Anyway, back to the wedding. There was aunts and uncles and cousins... it ended up being around 60, maybe 70 people in all. It was really rather nice, though. James wore a beautiful black-and-white tux, with a singular red rose in the pocket. Me?

One word: purple.

I still look at the ring every day. It's a simple gold ring, nothing too fancy, but it has James' initials engraved on the inside. We kept our last names. It was too confusing to be Mr and Mr Jefferson, Mr and Mr Madison, Mr and Mr Jefferson-Madison-- well, you get the idea.

We had our honeymoon in Paris, the city of love, at my insistence that it was the best place on earth... well, any place with you in is the best place in the world, I had said. James had blushed and said we could go to Paris. Laf hooked us up with a 5-star hotel, one of the best in the city. Honeymoon suite. Let's just say things got a little heated in the bedroom...

Well, it all started about 6 weeks after we got back. I woke up one morning to a churning stomach and a painful cramping in my abdomen. Wincing, I sat up, shaking James gently. He blinked blearily up at me, grinning as soon as he saw me.

"Hey, babe," he whispered, sitting up as well. Suddenly, he looked concerned. "You okay? You don't usually wake me."

"No, I feel a bit rough, actually," I replied, placing a hand on my stomach. "I think-"

Bile rose in my throat, and I snapped my mouth shut, just managing to swallow it down.

"Are you gonna be sick?" he asked sympathetically, tilting his head to the side a little. I nodded, resting the back of my hand on my mouth. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom. It'll be okay."

Helping me up, James slung my arm over his shoulder and we slowly made our way down the corridor. About halfway there, I began to gag, and I broke away from James, hopping down the corridor on my good leg. I barely made it to the toilet before I started to throw up. James was right behind me, holding back my bushy hair, rubbing circles into my back. The problem is, I was so out of it when I finished vomiting, James had to literally hold me up by the scruff of my neck to stop me from falling into the toilet.

"I think you've got the bug that's been going round," James said gently, pulling me into his lap. I leant my head on his shoulder.

"I bet Hamilton gave it to me," I grumbled.

"You should stay home today."