Dedicating Every Day to You

Chapter Twenty-Four

(A/N: I went to Hamilton back in April, so I'm mostly using this chapter as an opportunity to describe the show for the people who haven't seen it or won't get a chance to. Enjoy!)

"Daddy, Daddy, come on, wake up, it's Miranda day!"

I'm jumping on Alex and John's bed, shaking them and yelling. Neither of them are, so far, responding. Time to be evil. I crack my knuckles, then yank the comforter back. Instant results- John and Alex both open their eyes.

"Kathryn? What are you doing? It's the crack of dawn." John rubs his eyes and yawns.

"It's Miranda day! We're going to NYC, to see Miranda, today!" I bounce on my knees, grinning. It's only five seventeen AM, but I'm already so keyed up it's not even funny.

"We don't have to wake up for another two hours. Go back to bed." Alex tries to hit me with his pillow.

"I'm taking my revenge for Christmas!" I push the pillow away from my face. "The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to get ready!"

"Ugh, fine." He rolls over. "If you're cranky tonight, don't blame us."

"YAY!" I fall off the bed, yelping when I hit the ground. "I'm so excited!"

John laughs. "I guess I should make some breakfast. How about omelettes?"

"How does one make an omelette?" I smile, flopping on the rug.

"You can help me. It's easy, come on!" John stretches, yawns again, then walks out of the room. I grab my wayward bunny slipper, slide it onto my foot, and follow him, hopping with excitement. I cannot wait to go to the show today!

By the time I've tripped, danced, skipped, and fallen my way down the stairs, the ingredients for breakfast are already on the counter. Eggs and cheese (the cheese grater hates me), and all kinds of vegetables are sitting in little bowls. I'm so excited, however, that I end up knocking several eggs onto the floor.

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"I can make it-" I clap twice. "ANYWHERE!" I almost skip a step on the subway stairs and wobble to keep my balance.

Alex grabs my arm. "Watch where you're going!"

I did not, in fact, end up helping with breakfast. I spent too much time singing Omelette from Something Rotten! and not enough time helping. John kicked me out of the kitchen, so I went upstairs and got dressed. I'm wearing one of the dresses that Hercules sent me for Christmas- it's gold and knee-length, with a layer of polka-dotted black mesh on top- plus black leggings and, of course, my infalliable Converse. There's a glittery gold headband in my hair, which looks fairly nice for now.

"Sorry, Daddy." I continue skipping down the stairs, humming to myself. Today is going to be, like, the best day ever.

"Have you ever taken the subway before?" John holds Alex's hand.

"Once or twice, when I was much younger. I had a foster family here in the city, with Mr. Lake." Again, I feel a pang of sadness- I loved Mr. Lake.

"Well, do you know how to navigate?" Alex gestures at a map that looks, to me, like a tangle of rainbow spaghetti.

"Nope!" I grin, trying to follow the lines of lemon yellow and cherry red. "I have no idea how to get anywhere with the subway."

"Time to learn, little girl." He points to the colorful spaghetti. "The Green Line is what we're taking today, and getting off at Times Square. We're here right now- how many stops do we have to travel to get there, and are we travelling inbound or outbound?"