Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#25 Laurens~Law is Law

Requested by muiclover04 (one of my favorite people) 

You grumble and get out of your car, wishing that you had followed your dreams instead of your father's dreams for you. He wanted you to be stronger than your sister who was raped while she was in college. He called her weak and "a pathetic excuse for a daughter". You were absolutely horrified. He cut her off from the family because of something that she had no control over. He wanted you to be better than her. He forced you to go into law enforcement. You figured you wouldn't get passed the first week, but you passed the entire course. With flying colors. You quickly climbed your way up the ladder and became one of the top agents, which meant you had to go undercover quite a bit. Today wasn't going to be any different from most. You had already arranged the deal (with the help of an inmate), so all you had to do know was get the dealer.

You walk around to the back of the gas station and gently whisper the code word the inmate gave you. A tall man with his curly hair pulled back into a ponytail emerges from the shadow like the opening to a "political" movie that only white men and women get offended by.

"Four ounces of-(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

You gasp. "John. I-I-" you take a deep breath. "John Laurens, I have to arrest you."

"You never told me you were a cop."

You shrug. "It never came up." You have to admit, you don't feel like you should be arresting him, but boyfriend or not, your dad would disown you, too, if you told him you didn't arrest a criminal.

"But, I told you that I sold drugs. You should have arrested me a while ago."

You sigh. "I never said I agreed with the law. Hell, I never said I wanted to be a cop. Please, John, I love you with all my heart, just make this easier for me and stop talking."

"But-"

You look up at him with pleading eyes, causing him to hang his head and follow you willingly. You lead him down the long, dark hall. After putting him in one of the cells, you walk back to the front desk and clock out. You've had enough for the day. You don't go back to your apartment, though. Instead, you pay the hundred bucks for a hotel room and stay there. You don't have to go in tomorrow, so it's not like you need clothes; the hotel will provide all the toiletries you need. Even if you needed something from your apartment, you would just buy another. You can't stand going back to your apartment. Not when you know John won't be coming home. Not when you know that you're the reason he's not sleeping in his bed.

You spend the majority of the night staring at the ceiling and crying. You don't sob. You don't make any noise. Tears just stream down your face. You normally were upset when you left work. Knowing that there were children who would come home from school to find out that their dad was arrested. Babies who would never get to meet their mothers. Sons and daughters not seeing their parents or siblings again.

Your dad said that you were doing a good thing, but you couldn't believe him. It's not that you had no respect for the officers, you just felt that you should not be part of it

~~~

Late? You think I'm never late. Not only did your period not come when it was supposed to, but you feel like the face of death. You pull Angelica, one of your co-workers, aside and tell her.

Her eyes widen. "When was the last time you fucked someone?"

"Like, I don't know, a month ago. Why?"

"Girl, you sound pregnant."

You shake your head. "No, no, I can't be. My- he's- we- no. This can't be happening."

She rests her hand on your shoulder. "I could be wrong."

You nod. "Let's hope."

As soon as you get off work, you buy a pregnancy test. You aren't ashamed to be buying it. You just wish that this could have come at a better time. It's been three weeks since you've seen John. You both agreed that you shouldn't visit him. It might look suspicious. After the test shows two pink lines, you call your closest friend.

"Alex. Get the fuck over here!" you yell into the phone.

You hear him pant, "I-I was kinda doing something."

"Fuck Eliza later. I need you!"

"What could be so-"

"I'm pregnant," you blurt.

He's silent for a few moments. "I'll be right over."

Not even five minutes later, Alex starts banging on your door.

He doesn't say anything when you let him in. You just hand him the test and look at him. "What do I do?" You start crying, and he engulfs you into a hug. "Shh. It's going to be okay."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because, I'm John's lawyer. I'll be able to get him out."

~~~

You've started to notice that your uniform doesn't fit like it used to. It's incredibly tight. Your boobs are constantly tender and don't fit into any of your bras. This whole being pregnant thing is overrated. You're only three months pregnant, and you are already ready to give birth. You still haven't told John. The only other person besides Alex who knew was Angelica. John has a trial today, and you were planning on telling him then.

You take a seat in the back of the courtroom and make eye contact. You give him a small smile and wave. He nods gently in your direction.

Alex, to his credit, keeps his promise and gets John out of jail. Overcome with emotion, John rushes over to you and hugs you. Once he pulls away from you but keeps his hands on your hips. "I mean this in the nicest way possible, but did you gain weight?"

"I've gained a person." You smile.

He looks bewildered. "We-we have a kid?"

"Yeah, yeah we do."

He kisses you. "I'm going to be a dad!"

That night, you sleep with John's arms wrapped around you. It should've been a peaceful night, but you couldn't keep your mind from wondering to what would happen if John got arrested again. He wouldn't get off so easily; not even Alex would be able to help him. He feels you tossing and turn and asks you what's bothering you.

"I just can't stop thinking about what could happen if you got caught again," you manage to say.

"I'll be careful. For you. For our child. For our family."

You sit up. "You've been being careful! Careful only works for so long!"

He rubs your back. "Then, I'll get a job. It was a non-violent crime; I can get it cleared. I'll get a steady job."

"And my dad. Oh God, what is he going to say?" You hold your head in your hands and start shaking with sobs, causing him to pull you close to your chest and whispers, "We can get through this. It doesn't matter what he thinks."

~~~

You laugh as John chases your daughter around the house. "Frances, come back. Give daddy a kiss goodbye."

You pick up the two-year-old, causing her to pout. "What's wrong, Frances?"

"Daddy won't give me back my nose," she grumbles.

John smiles and apologizes. She smiles and gives him a quick kiss before heading out the door.

He got a job as a political science analysis. You moved with him across the country, left your father without saying anything, got a new job, and re-connected with your sister. Life was perfect now. 

(A/N: I have exams next week, so slow updates if any. I've also been listening to "Cell Block Tango" recently so... yeah... Have a nice day!)