So This Is Life

Chapter 12

I know it's been a while, but I'm finally back. Exams are over, D of E has been passed and options have been sorted, so I now have a lot of time to finally write this. Please enjoy this chapter!

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3 weeks later- Madison's p.o.v

"Are you nearly ready?"

I sighed, tapping my foot impatiently as I leant against the bedroom door, my hand hovering over the handle. I'd been waiting there for almost an hour at this point, and Thomas was still in there!

"I'll be out in a second!" came the half-crazed call from inside the bedroom, tainted with a thick Southern accent.

"You said that half an hour ago!" I shouted back, feeling more than a little exhasperated. "Look, I'm coming in, okay?"

"DO NOT COME IN HERE!"

I was surprised at the strength and desperation in the yell. Tears began to fill me eyes at the idea that my husband didn't want my help, so I didn't respond, instead simply walking towards the kitchen and wiping my eyes in case Thomas decided to surface anytime soon.

There was almost a minute of silence that followed, only broken by the shrill whistle of the kettle boiling for my tea.

"Please don't be mad..." Thomas said quielty through the bedroom door, but not so quietly that I couldn't hear him say it. His voice seemed sodden with tears and I instantly felt bad.

"I'm not mad, baby," I replied gently, taking my scalding cup of tea and standing by the door. "Just tell me what's wrong, yeah?"

"Um... perhaps it's easier if I show you..."

No movement.

"I think that requires opening the door, babe."

I heard a soft "oh!" and the door opened to reveal Thomas. I instantly burst out laughing, his look was so comical. He was wearing a t-shirt bearing the words I'd rather be at Hogwarts and his jeans were around his knees. His bump was now a considerable size.

"It's not funny!" he said, sounding hurt.

"Oh sugar, we need to get you some maternity clothes," I giggled, putting my tea on the side. He pouted as I threw a pair of sweatpants his way. "You'll just have to wear these for now. We'll go shopping after work."

"Work!? In sweatpants!?" Tom gasped, placing a hand on his chest. "How could you suggest such a thing?"

"Or you could go to work with no pants on," I shot back. "Now I wouldn't mind that at all."

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I had to refrain from sighing as I watched Thomas loiter the doorway, apparently refusing to enter the room. Everyone was watching curiously as I hissed furiously at him.

"Thomas I-wish-you-had-a-middle-name-right-now Jefferson, get your perfectly shaped ass in this room right now!" I whisper-yelled, resisting the urge to stamp my foot like a toddler.

"James Madison Jr, I'm telling you now that I am not coming into that room!" he responded, mimicing my tone. "It's embarrassing!"

"I'll give you a massage tonight."

That caught him off-guard. He narrowed his eyes, but I could hear the cogs in his brain whirring.

"And Ben and Jerry's?" he said hopefully.

"What else?"

He huffed, tapped his foot a couple of times and looked to the ceiling before shyly edging into the room. Everyone gave him one look, shrugged and returned to their work, some looking rather disappointed. I think they were expecting an awful haircut or something way more embarrassing.

Thomas seemed surprised, looking at me before lacing our fingers together and strolling to our desk. We sat down next to each other and began working in silence.

I felt a cough tickle the back of my throat, but willed it to stay where it was. Thomas had enough to worry about without me being sick as well. I mean, I didn't want to trouble him with something as trivial as an asthma attack, and no I do not mean that sarcastically.

Unfortunately, the inevitable invaded and I was forced to cough. This, however, descended into a full-on coughing fit and I soon felt my chest get sort of tight.

"Hey, you've got your inhaler, right?" Thomas asked worriedly, turning away from his computer where he had been pretending to be doing work but really just watching cat videos. I nodded, still coughing.

"Jacket pocket," I wheezed out between coughs. Thomas reached over and dug his hand into the pocket, fumbling for my inhaler. He soon found it, handing it to me. I shook it and took a quick puff, instantly feeling my chest relax. The coughing subsided soon afterwards.

"In 20 to 30 minutes, I will show you how much this means to me," I said quickly, my voice hoarse. By this time, a sizeable crowd had gathered, but Thomas didn't seem to notice as he smiled and rested a hand on my cheek.

"As long as you're okay," he said.

"Is everything okay over there?"

We all looked over to see Washington standing there with his arms folded but still looking concerned. Basically like McGonagall.

"It is now, Mr President," Hamilton called over. "James just had a minor asthma attack. Nothing major."

"Why didn't you call me!?" Washington exclaimed, coming over. "Are you okay, James?"

I nodded. He didn't seem satisfied, but moved away anyway, along with much of the crowd. We chatted with Hamilton for a few minutes (at which point he told us how we were gonna be the most tired you've ever been in your life. Think about a time where you wanted to drop dead with exhaustion. Now triple it That's how tired you are gonna be when the baby comes) before he had to go and pick Philip up from school. They were finishing early for some unknown reason.

Thomas and I held hands under the table and just thought about how awesome our lives were going to be.