NOVEMBER 22ND, 1963, was the worst day of Jacqueline Kennedy's life.
The days that followed were suffocated with grief.
And her children were never kept out of her sight.
Their innocence was a support system - she'd lost every bit of hers when her husband's brains were spattered all over her pink suit, and as she brokenly cradled his bleeding head in her lap.
Caroline and John Jr. were the one's that motivated her through the grueling days, along with the joy of having another child in a number of months.
AUGUST 8TH, 1964, was one of the happiest days she'd experienced in months.
Jack Bouvier Kennedy washed out every sliver of agony left in her, and everyone could see it.
The world gawked over the new Kennedy baby. Coverage of the newborn adorned most magazines, newspapers, and television screens throughout the nation.
'Oh, that's definitely Jack Kennedy's son!'
'A shame that the baby will never know his father.'
'Pictures of the Kennedy children decorate most magazines across the country. Former First Lady, Jackie Kennedy, allowed a series of photographs of the children to be taken solely for the occasion of her son's birth.'
For Jack Kennedy, his life in the world's spotlight had just started.
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Fanfiction❝the things that motivated her through those months, were Caroline and John, and that baby.❞
