So This Is Life

Chapter 10

2 weeks later- Jefferson's p.o.v

Luckily, all the tests came back normal, and the baby and I seemed perfectly healthy, so Franklin let us go with orders to take it easy and come back in 2 weeks, which, obviously, is now. Pretty much as soon as we got home, I ditched the crutches and stuck to my trusty cane.

My baby bump was growing steadily and was now sort of noticeable. I couldn't believe that 3 months had passed already, and I was now a third of the way through my pregnancy.

Then came that morning.

I woke up bright and early to throw up, just like always. By this point, I rarely if ever got the headaches anymore, so I was wide awake when I looked up into the mirror.

Spots.

So many fucking spots, all just sitting there on my face. Before I could stop myself, I screamed out loud and then clapped my hand over my mouth. I heard a bash, a clang, a few muttered curses and then James leapt into the bathroom, sleep still half-sticking his eyes together, yelling incoherently and brandishing a frozen garlic baguette.

"Of all the things you could've chosen. A garlic baguette. Really?" were the first words out of my mouth. I quickly looked down, not turning around to face my husband.

"I thought you were in danger," he replied through a yawn, lowering the baguette. "It was the first thing I found."

"Lafayette would be proud."

I could feel James studying me, trying to figure out the problem, but I still didn't look up, ashamed of my face.

"You okay?" he asked. Unable to stand it any longer, I shook my head. "What's wrong, baby?"

The alarm in his voice was evident, and I finally looked up at him.

He didn't even react, just looked at my face, down at my bare torso and studied that for a moment before nodding in approval, smirking and looking back up at my face.

"I don't notice anything too drastic," he said.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm literally only wearing sweatpants, I'm pregnant and my face has been maimed by unwanted acne," I shot back with as much sarcasm as I could muster. "Totally normal, totally."

"It's only a few spots," James replied, stepping forward a little.

"I counted at least 20," I said, giving him a look. "Don't try and be cute with me, we both know it works but stop it."

He giggled.

"Why don't you just pop them?" he said casually. I gasped in abhorrence, placing a hand to my chest. James seemed confused by my reaction. "What?" he added, narrowing his eyes.

"You never had acne," I explained. "They hurt like hell to pop and some are so goddamn stubborn that you have to stick a pin in 'em."

He hissed and winced. I shrugged, walking out of the bathroom with my feet splayed out and one hand on my stomach. James followed, looking at me curiously.

"It's my waddle," I said as I flopped on to the sofa. "What d'you think?"

He laughed and kissed the top of my nose.