So This Is Life

Chapter 11

I'm back, bitches! Hope you enjoy this chapter, my dudes!

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1 day later- Jefferson's p.o.v"No, I stand by what I said, every bit of it! We are not getting the bus again!"

James looked despairingly up at me, his brown eyes pleading as he stood on his tiptoes in an attempt to seem a little taller. I shook my head, refusing to relent.

"Why not?" he protested, and I could tell that he was resisting the urge to stamp his foot.

"Why can't I drive?" I shot back.

"Well, driving in New York can be dangerous and you're..." he trailed off. I glared at him, silently forcing him to continue. "Well, you're pretty delicate right now."

"DELICATE!?" I roared, outraged. "I am not delicate, I am just as strong as I was before and I-"

A wave of dizziness cut me off, my body's way of warning me to calm down. I stumbled a little, and I felt James' strong, supporting hand gripping my arm.

"Can't Laf or Herc or someone drive us?" I said quietly, hanging my head as I placed a hand on my bump. "I hate that bloody bus."

James looked at me for a minute before sighing and pulling out his phone.

25 April 12:59 p.m.Mads: Anyone able to drop me and Thomas off at the hospital? He refuses to get the bus

Laf: Désolé, mes amis, j'ai travailluer [I am sorry, my friends, I have to work]

TJeffs: What do you even do?

Laf: Coffee shop

Herc: Sorry, guys, need to get this costume done

HamiltonSure, but I'll have to bring the kids

Mads: Done

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"Daddy, daddy, please can we have McDonalds!?"

"McDonalds, McDonalds, McDonalds!"

I heard Hamilton sigh and felt nothing but sympathy for him. Poor him, the kids constantly on his case... then I remembered that I was going to have a kid. Ah.

James glanced to me where I was lying on the sofa as he unlocked and unbolted the door, opening it to see Hamilton with Philip on his shoulders and mini-Angelica hanging onto his arm. The Treasury Secretary looked exhausted, and even that was underestimating.

"Hey," I called, wincing as my stomach cramped viciously. It was like my intestines were trapped in a vice that just kept clamping down harder and harder. "So, McDonalds, eh?"

"Don't mention that damned restuarant in front of me," Alexander replied through gritted teeth, setting Philip down and pulling the two chattering children into the room. James shut the door behind them.

"Hey, babe, we got any paracetamol?" I asked suddenly as another cramp bit at my abdomen. James gave me a weird look, but nodded, fumbling around in the kitchen cabinet for a moment or so before tossing me a pack of the painkilling drugs.