Hamilsquad (a One-Shot book)

Anniversary (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

[Modern! AU]
WARNING: slight sin??, maybe feels??, cursing
Word Count: 842

You were excited for today. Today was you and your boyfriend Thomas' three-year anniversary. You had big plans. Because today, you were planning to propose to him. Here's how it would go: you'd take him to dinner. Then you'd go for a walk in the park. You knew how much he loved those walks with you. Then you'd propose to him, and hopefully he'd say yes.

   Everything went normally. You got up, went to work, and managed to get off a little early so you could go home and get ready for your date. Thomas wouldn't be home until a couple hours later, so that also gave you time to set up a few things. Driving home from work was making you anxious. You played some of your favorite music in the background to try and keep you calm. It didn't help much, though, for the bad thoughts were starting to get to you.

   What if he says no? What if he hates me? What if he's not ready? What if I mess up? What is I make a fool of myself and he never wants to see me again? What if something goes wrong? You finally managed to push aside those thoughts and hummed to the music as you drove.

   You parked your car and climbed the steps to your shared apartment. As you approached the door and reached for your keys, you realized something was off. The door was unlocked. The door was never unlocked unless one or the both of you were home. Maybe he just forgot to lock it this morning, you told yourself, pushing aside your growing worry. You opened the door, went inside, and shut it behind you.

   You were greeted by a trail of jackets and shoes, one jacket being magenta and the other jacket being one you didn't recognize. Those shoes and that jacket aren't mine, you thought, setting your keys and bag down on the counter in the kitchen.

   What the hell...? You followed the string of articles, and it led you straight to where you hadn't hoped- the bedroom. Standing just a few feet away from the door, you could hear the muffled sound of two people doing the do. No. Thomas wouldn't do that, you told yourself, desperately racking your brain for a good reason as to why this was happening. Would he...?

   Your worry was quickly overcome by a wave of anger. Grabbing the doorknob, you opened the door and stormed into the room. "THOMAS JEFFERSON!"

   Your boyfriend, who was indeed with a woman you had never met, looked at you, his eyes startled and guilty. The woman underneath him stared at you, frantically pulling blankets up to shield herself from your view.

   "Y-Y/N, you're home early! I-It's not what it looks l-like, I swear-"

   "Cut the bullshit, Thomas," you growled, grabbing a suitcase from the closet and shoving random items in it you might need.

   "Y/N, can't we talk about thi-"

   "There's nothing to discuss, asshole," you snapped, closing and securing the top of your suitcase. You then stood up straight, trying your best to look angry and intimidating, and stared him dead in the eye. "How are you going to explain to me that?" You gestured to the poor girl that remained in your bed, the girl staring at you and Thomas wide-eyed.

   "I don't know what I was thinking," Thomas said quickly, his voice full of regret. "Please, give me another chance."

   You scoffed and pulled your luggage to your side. "Thomas, you're so fucking stupid! You do realize that you just brought this girl into our bed?" You walked outside of the bedroom and to the kitchen.

   Thomas followed, now only in his boxers. "Oh, so I'm the stupid one? It's not my fault that you don't wanna have s-"

   "That's because I can't have kids, Thomas!" you yelled, tears filling your eyes. "I was too scared to tell you, okay?! I didn't know how you'd think of me!"

   Thomas fell silent and stared at you. "Y/N..."

   "No," you said firmly. "Oh, and I guess I won't be needing this piece of shit." You pulled the box that held the ring out of your jacket pocket and threw it at him, the small container hitting him in the forehead and clattering to the floor. "Maybe you can give it to your mistress."

   Thomas was still silent, just staring at you in shock.

   You glared at him, the hot tears threatening to spill. "That's it? You have nothing to say? Now is the time you decide to actually shut up and give me a piece of your attention?" You scoffed, grabbing your purse and keys off of the counter. "God, I don't know why or how I even loved you in the first place!"

   "Y/N, I-"

   "Good day, Thomas." You pulled your luggage along behind you and you slammed the door to your apartment shut for the last time, leaving a guilty and confused Thomas in your wake.