broadway kid || an original hamilton cast fan fiction

Chapter 37

Gracie's POV

"I have something to say, Lin." I told Lin, as we crossed the street to go home, "I'm sorry for freaking out and running."

"No, Gracie, It was not your fault." Lin told me, but I didn't believe him.

I have a good life, I mean I have everything a girl could want. I was adopted, that rarely happens to lots of foster kids. I have great people in my life who care about me. Anthony and Jasmine do so much for me, and I don't deserve them.

I should just let them love me, but I don't know why them being back is so hard on me. I wish things were like they were before they left...but they aren't. Why can't life be simple?

"We shouldn't have been pushing you with your relationship with Jazzy and Anthony. You have been going through a lot with the meds and the seizures."

Here, it is, again. Once again, I am just Gracie the epileptic.

"I want my family relationship back again, but slowly. Just not so rushed."

Why am I like this? I'm just a greedy kid, who ask to much.

"We can do this," Lin puts his arm around my small, frail shoulders, "Just one step at a time!"

"Thank you, Da, I mean Lin" I mistook my word.

Lin looked at me, well that was awkward! I looked down, I didn't want to look up. Eventually I had too, Lin had this proud dad face on. I just looked insecure about what I had just said.

"Anytime, Mija," Lin patted me on the back, "Anytime."

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Lin's POV

I stroked my daughter's hair as she slept. Her long her fell a curtain to her shoulders, I just sat there in her room.

There was something about Gracie, heck about my daughter. I'm a father! I'm a dad! She's just so small, and fragile. She could have been picked up on the side of the street, and held for ransom. Especially if they knew who she was, or who I was. She could have been picked up and sold into.... I couldn't bare to let my mind drift anywhere near that direction.

Within minutes of sitting with her, Vanessa crept into Gracie's room. Our sleeping son on her shoulder, She came in and touch my shoulder to get my attention.

"How is She?" My wife asked me,  I kept my look on Gracie's sleeping figure.

"She's fine, She is going to be okay. She was just at Carleigh's apartment, With Gregory" 

"Alone? With Gregory? Where was Carleigh?" Vanessa asked in a frenzy, I turned to my wife who looked utterly stressed to the point of exhaustion. V just went all 'protective mom, I will kill anyone who touches anyone in my family'.

I wrap my arms around Vanessa and Sebastian, and embraced them for what seemed like a life time. It was actually only two minutes, in reality.

"Don't stress, I have got my girls with me..." I inform her, I poke Seb on the head,"and my little man!"

He seemed to be still sleeping, my sweet Seb,"No she just ran to Carleigh and Greg happen to be there."

"Oh," V replied.

"I don't want her to ever do that again," I tell my wife, "It scared me."

She walked up, and hugged around my shoulders, "I'm just glad she's okay."
Vanessa grabbed my hand, "Let's let her Sleep!"

"Just give me a second, V." She put her hand on my shoulder, and kissed me on the cheek. That's my wife!

Gracie stirred awake, tossing and turning until her eyes flickered awake.

"Hey, Gracie" I whispered until she was fully woke up.

"Huh, what time is it? What? Am I late? " Gracie seemed to be in a confused daze. She woke up with a startle, hot and sweaty with that.

"Hey it's me, it's Lin, it's your Dad." I pulled her into a hug. She calmed down a bit, and relaxed back in her bed. Then pulled her pink covers back to the bottom of her shoulders.

I had something to get off my chest to her.

"I'm sorry, I pushed you to mend your relationships with Jasmine and Anthony, I wish I hadn't done that." I tell my her, she looked a bit shocked but mostly calm.

"Lin, it's not your fault" She lied to me, I knew she was hurting. This was all of my fault!

"No, it was" I buried my face with my hands.

"I-I think I'm going to be sick, Lin." I lift my head and stared at my guilty looking child.

Then, Gracie proceeded to puke all over her bed. My sweet daughter, oh sweetheart.

"It's okay, Mija," I tell Gracie as she puked all over her bed, "I'll hold your hair,"

-Kenz