So This Is Life

Chapter 14

Okay, just so everyone knows, this is gonna be an extra-long chapter to make up for the recent lack of updates. Please, enjoy.

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Jefferson's p.o.v

Work was just as boring as ever. With me being pregnant and everything, everyone had been tip-toeing around me, being as cautious as they could. I was carefully ignored in most meetings, my media presence was non-existent and I definitely wasn't being given as much paperwork as everyone else. Most of the day, I watched cat videos and played Google Feud until I fell asleep or James and I could go home. Whichever came first.

On that particular day, I was exactly 21 weeks pregnant. I was leant back in my chair, slowly turning round and round like a really shit carousel when James gently put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at his smiling face and stopped spinning.

"C'mon," he said, pulling me up.

"What?" I asked, bewildered as he dragged me down to the parking lot, bustling me into the car.

Passenger's side.

"Hang on," I said faulteringly, smelling a rat. "Why aren't I driving?"

James turned to me, beaming as he started up the car.

"Well, I didn't want to tell you, but ever since we found out you were pregnant, I've been taking driving lessons."

He paused, taking a deep breath and looking at me with dancing eyes. "I passed my test yesterday and got my licence!"

"Babe!" I gushed, reaching over with difficulty and hugging him tight. "That's amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

"Let me show off!" he laughed, gently pushing me off of him and expertly reversing out of the parking space and pulling out of the lot onto the street.

"You're a better driver than me," I grumbled.

James laughed, glancing momentarily over to me.

"Where are we going?" I asked, now genuinely curious.

"Well, you know how you were going on the other day about how you wanted to start sorting the nursery?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, whilst you were asleep last night, I cleaned out your old room and put all the stuff in the now full loft. We're going to look at baby things."

I couldn't help but squeal, jumping up and down in my seat.

"Calm down, Tigger!" James chuckled, placing a hand on my thigh and then pointing out the windscreen. "See, we're here now."

I squealed again.

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"I can't believe our child is going to have to grow up in a world without Toys R Us," I mused as we strolled around the cot section of the store, our hands tightly intertwined. We'd actually run into another couple on the way here, a lesbian couple, one of whom was pregnant. Me and her chatted about how morning sickness sucks whilst James talked to the other one. Neither of them questioned how I was pregnant, which was nice.