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.

"You okay?" he replied slowly, concern lacing his voice as I pushed a couple of pills out of the foil packet and tipping them into my mouth, swallowing them without so much as a gulp of water.

"Fine," I said shortly, turning my attention to little Philip, who was gazing at me in awe. "Hey, buddy."

"Is it true that you have a baby inside of you?" he blurted, rocking on his heels. Hamilton made a face.

"Yep," I answered confidently, smiling at the small boy, who grinned back.

"Cool!" he yelped.

"Wanna see pictures?" I asked. He nodded vigorously, and I motioned to James to hand 'em over. He did so, pecking me on the cheek. As Philip poured over them, his brow furrowed in deep concentration, Hamilton turned to me.

"So you getting changed or..." he trailed off.

"Nope," I replied.

"So you're just going out in public in sweatpants and a Comic-con t-shirt, with an acne-ridden face and untamed hair?"

"Yup."

"Am I still speaking to Thomas Jefferson, or have you been possessed, because if creepy shit starts happening, I'm leaving."

I laughed.

Maybe Hamilton wasn't such a jerk after all.

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Getting out of the house wasn't too big of a deal, right? Right?

Wrong.

Well, first off, Angelica- let's call her little Angie for future reference so we don't get mixed up- Angie kept taking her shoes off, refusing to put them back on and then screaming her head off when Alexander tried to put them on her feet. In the end, he just gave up and carried her, which I think was her plan all along. Then after that, all the way through the car ride where I was sat up in the front and James was wedged uncomfortably between one massive, bulky car seat and one booster seat, the two kids were screaming and shouting. Bits of Cheerios flying everywhere, nothing but noise... it was a goddamn zoo!

Finally, after 10 minutes of badgering, Hamilton relented and took a detour to McDonalds.

"Not a word to your mother," he warned the kids as we pulled up to the drive-thru. The children nodded solemnly. Alexander quickly ordered a couple of Happy Meals and a black coffee before turning to me and James expectantly.

"Um, medium strawberry milkshake, please," James called, even leaning forward a little to emphasise his point.

"Large chicken nugget meal, chocolate milkshake and an Oreo McFlurry, please," I said, pulling out my wallet. "Hamilton I owe you what, 8, 9 dollars?"

Alexander thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"You don't owe me anything."

I felt... honoured as we pulled up to the paying window.

"Are you sure?" James said nervously from the back seat. "I mean, you're driving us to the hospital, we can't expect you to-"

"Nothing more than a favour to a couple of friends," he replied. Me and James smiled at each other.

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You know what, let's just skip to the scan. It was just Franklin this time, which was a bit of a relief, to be honest. We chatted for a couple of minutes, then I got up on the bed and the scan began.

I loved seeing that image of my child on the small screen, however ill-defined it was. And then hearing the heartbeat, like the strong gallop of a horse's hooves... it's beautiful.

How could I have ever been scared?

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Hope you enjoyed. Feedback is totally appreciated, btw, and if any of you guys would want, I'm thinking of starting a Be More Chill oneshot book (JeremyMichael). You guys want that? Let me know in the comments. Peace out, my people, and Happy Pride Month again.