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“I look terrible” she stood in the mirror, turning side to side. Her stomach was out to there. “What possessed me to wear white, I look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man” Chelsea buried her face in her flowers, not wanting her mom to see her laughing. She composed herself.

“Mom you look beautiful” Hillary looked at her rolling her eyes.

“You’re only saying that because I’m your mother” she tugged at her dress again. Chelsea walked up and stood behind her mom.

“He’s going to just melt looking at you” she turned to Chelsea smiling.

“I can’t believe I’m about to marry your dad…again and I’m pregnant with his child….”

“Again” they said in unison. They both started laughing.

“I’m so happy for you two” Hillary smiled, the tears started to flow.

“I’m so emotional, ugh pregnancy hormones” Chelsea dabbed at her mother’s face careful not to smear her makeup. She looked over at the clock sitting on the table.

“It’s time to get this show on the road” Hillary took a deep breath and nodded. Chelsea walked out. She stood in the mirror again cradling her distended belly. She grabbed her stomach when a pain shot through. Her eyes widened. She took a few cleansing breaths. She surmised that it was Braxton Hicks. She was scheduled for a cesarean in two weeks.

Hillary stepped away from the mirror, grabbing her flowers. She heard the violin playing the soft strains of The Way You Look Tonight the song they’d chosen as the wedding march. She thought the fact that this was her third wedding, granted two of them were to the same man, that she shouldn’t have the wedding march.

Bill’s smile spread across his face when he saw her walking down the aisle. It was absolutely a miracle that they were here, and he’d cherish every second of it. She reached him and he grabbed her hand, kissing it tenderly. They turned to their minister and began the ceremony. As the ceremony concluded Chelsea averted her eyes knowing what was about to happen. Bill pulled Hillary into a hug, and planted a full kiss on her lips. Their guests cheered and clapped. He grabbed her hand and they headed down the aisle, but she suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” she looked up from the ground.

“My water just broke” his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“What? Are you sure?” she looked at him. “Ok, of course you’re sure” their guest started to wonder what was going on.  “So we have a little change of plans. Looks like the little one wanted to be in on the celebration. Her water just broke” he announced to the guests. Everyone was in silent shock and then they erupted in cheers.

The secret service helped Hillary back into the house. They didn’t want to have the wedding at the White House, but with security concerns it was the best option.

“I need to get out of my dress” he helped her undress, helping her into a loose-fitting dress just as another contraction overtook her. Bill had been bent trying to unclasp her shoes when the contraction came on, Hillary reached down and grabbed his hair, it was the only thing close to her. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out as she tightly gripped. When the contraction was over she released him. He quickly stood up, a section of his hair standing straight up. He looked around trying to find something for her to grip, but before he could find anything another contraction came. She reached out and grabbed his wrist. Her tiny hand squeezed so hard he thought she would break his wrist.

“Sweetie let me get you something to hold onto” he said once she released him. He saw a pair of balled up pantyhose discarded on a bench. He grabbed them and put them in her hand.  A knock on the door signaled that the agents were ready to move her to the hospital.

He opened the door and it was confirmed that they were ready to go. Bill grabbed the bag that Chelsea had brought down from the residence. She’d gone ahead to the hospital. Bill walked out of the room and headed toward the exit.

“Where is President Clinton?” one of the agents turned to him. He frowned.

“I’m President Clinton” the agent stopped and stared at him. He then realized that he meant Hillary. Bill turned and sprinted back to the room. Hillary sat on the sofa staring at him. “Sorry baby I forgot you” he said sheepishly. He helped her off the sofa and walked with her towards the exit.


Once they reached the hospital, Hillary was expecting to be taken to the OR. The doctor performed an ultrasound and noted that the baby was in the correct position.

“You can have this baby vaginally” she scrunched up her face.

“I had a c-section with Chelsea” the doctor nodded.

“Yes, I know but it’s perfectly safe for you to have the baby vaginally. You’re about five centimeters dilated, your contractions are steady at five minutes apart and the babies heart rate is excellent. I’d suggest maybe walking the hall to see if we can speed things along. Because your water has already broken, we will monitor you for signs of infection” Hillary agreed with the doctor. Once she was gone Bill helped her out of the bed. He felt nervous about her walking the halls, but he remained silent.

“You ok with doing this naturally? Maybe you should ask for some medication.”

“If I get an epidural I can’t walk around. If it ge….” her thoughts were cut off by a strong contraction. She gripped the railing on the wall, her knees bending to steady herself for the full brunt of the pain. Bill saw her bending and panicked. He dove onto the floor and underneath Hillary preparing to catch the baby. Chelsea came around the corner and saw her dad underneath her mother like he was working on a car. Hillary couldn’t respond to his actions because the pain was too bad, but she wanted to kick him for being so ridiculous.

“Dad what are you doing?” he crawled from underneath Hillary.

“Being stupid is what he’s doing” she said when the contraction finally subsided.

“I thought this may be it and I didn’t want the baby to fall on the floor” Hillary rolled her eyes and Chelsea burst out laughing. Hillary walked for a few minutes more, but the increasing contractions prompted her to head back to her room. The doctor re-checked Hillary and she was completely dilated.

“This is moving fast” she said to her doctor. The doctor agreed but assured Hillary that there was nothing to worry about. The room became abuzz with activity. Bill saddled up next to Hillary and grabbed her hand. The doctor instructed her to push on the next contraction. She pushed as hard as she could. Hillary pushed for about ten minutes.

“The baby is crowning” Bill looked down between her legs.

“Hillary the baby has hair!” she rolled her eyes.

“Do you have to act like such a rube?” She pushed until they heard the sweet sound of their baby wailing.

“It’s a boy!” Bill kissed Hillary’s sweaty forehead. They had opted not to find out the sex and was delighted to have a son. Bill cut the babies umbilical cord before he was whisked away to be checked.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen” he pushed the sweat soaked hair from her forehead and face. They intertwined their hands as they watched the nurses look over their son. Finally they lifted a swaddled baby and handed him to his father. Bill looked down at the squirmy, pink chubby faced little boy with swollen blue eyes and he chuckled a bit.

“What’s so funny?” Hillary asked him. He looked up at her with a grin on his face.

“He looks like he’s been in a fight” she rolled her eyes.

“Give me my son” she reached out for the baby. Bill placed him into her arms and she looked down at him. She bit her bottom lip. “OK he does look like he’s been in a fight”  they both laughed. Once they sobered she bent down and kissed his chubby cheeks.

“What are we going to name him?” Bill ran his finger down the little boy’s face” Hillary looked up at her husband.

“You don’t want to name him William Jefferson?” Bill just shrugged. He stared at the little boy a while longer.

“How about Jefferson Rodham Clinton” Hillary regarded her son before she smiled.

“I like that, hi little Jefferson” Bill bent and kissed the side of her face as they stood and marveled at the beautiful creation in her arms.