Requested on tumblr. Suppposed to be male, but I feel like it's more gender neutral
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Laf asks.
You nod slowly. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine."
He grabs your hand. "Are you sure, mon amour? I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to."
"You were really looking forward to this dinner. I don't want to ruin it for you," you mutter.
"I only want you to be happy. We don't have to go." Your boyfriend looks at you with pleading eyes. "Je veux juste te rendre heureux."
You finally give in. "I don't want to go."
Laf smiles and walks over to you. "I'm going to run to the store real quick. I'll be back." He kisses the top of your head before he leaves.
He didn't lie when he said that he was going to be back soon. He comes back twenty minutes later with many bags that he won't let you look in.
"Can I at least-"
"No," he insists. "Go wait in our room. I'll be in there after I finish."
"Fine," you grumble.
You wait on your bed for almost an hour. Laf comes in, carry two beers that he sets on the nightstand. "Juste une seconde." He comes back in the room just as quickly as he left. He has two trays of your favorite food.
"Laf, you shouldn't have."
He hands you the plate and sits next to you. "Nonsense. This is a million times better than any restaurant."
"I love you."
He kisses your head. "Je t'aime aussi petit ami."
(A/N: Love you!)
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Cliché Hamilton Imagines
FanfictionAnother book of imagine oneshots by me! This time they're Hamilton! (I swear that I'm a much better writer than this) I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PEOPLE/CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY