Love Is Love

We're in the play!..

Lin's POV:
Once I finally settled the excited Stacy to sleep after handing the tickets over I headed for my desk to write. I pride myself for being a big writer but it reminds me of Alexander Hamilton paying more attention to his career than his family which I do not want to do. I set to work by writing a sonnet or two just to wake up the poet side of my brain until I heard soft footsteps behind me, it didn't take rocket science to know who those footsteps belonged to.
"Lin... how are you still awake?"
"Superior skill Stacy... ALLITERATION!"
I quickly wrote it down on paper smiling and turned back around to see her smirk.
"What are you smirking at?"
She quietly sang to me never losing that smirk,
"Well I'm going back to sleep..."
"QUIT QUOTING MY DAMN SHOW!"
"Why do you write like your running out of time?"
"THAT'S MY SHOW! One more word from my musical and I'll be sleeping with all the pillows tonight."
That'll stop her... That was until I heard a quiet mumble escape her lips...
"Work."
"THAT'S IT!"
"Hey a mans gotta dream..."
"AND NOW IN THE HEIGHTS? THE HELL?"
She laughed as I ran upstairs to steal all her pillows, I wasn't kidding. Eventually she climbed in beside me and silently whispered,
"Hard to have intercourse over 4 sets of corsets..."
In which, taking advantage of my position, lying on my side I quietly growled in her ear in which she gasped to. I love her so much.

Stacy's POV:
After that episode I eventually fell asleep for about 5 hours till I was awoken to shouting outside me and Lin's apartment.
"VANESSA IS FUCKING HEARTBROKEN ABOUT YOU!"
"WELL VANESSA NEEDS TO MOVE ON!"
Oh my god... that was Lin. Suddenly everything went silent as I thought it was over, but that was until I heard a loud punch and ran downstairs. Lin stumbled quickly through the door in search of a chair to sit on and panted while clutching his stomach.
"Oh, sweetie. Are you okay?"
He looked up and grinned his cheeky grin.
"With that pet name I'm more than okay."
Letting off another one of his growls he made me jump. Again. We went to the kitchen where I bandaged him up and covered the surrounding area in antiseptic. He kept trying to advance on me as I did this but I slapped his hands away, that didn't mean I didn't enjoy it though, I was laughing all the time. He said it was the most intimate first aid session he'd ever had which kept my face in a furious blush for the rest of the night. When he saw this he laughed kissing me on the tip of my nose and carrying me back to the bedroom. While smiling brightly of course. I mean, it's Lin we're talking about here. Once upstairs we fell back to sleep again just after Lin leaned over, kissed my forehead and whispered,
"Best of Wives and Best of Women"

Lin's POV:
The next morning I woke at around 7 with the biggest smile spread across my face and ran downstairs to make breakfast. I set a reminder at 8 to do the morning tweet and began to scan inside the cupboards. Stacy got pick last time so now it's my turn... I frantically searched for it until I finally saw the box. Hallelujah. Alphabet cereal. Of course this is a lousy choice but I wanted the cute factor so I added a few decorations on the table making words and phrases which I deemed adorable and cheesy, cheese is my aesthetic. If a musical isn't cheesy it has to be sad and if it isn't sad it's probably a junior school production. I continued on making two bowls of the stuff and laying them out on either side of the table but quickly changed my mind when I decided I wanted to be closer to Stacy because I simply did. No further questions. I switched the bowls positions around so that they were next to each other and ran back upstairs into the bedroom. I creeped across to the other side of the from until I reached the window, preparing to blind the sleeping Stacy, pulling back the curtains I shouted,
"LIGHTS UP IN WASHINGTON HEIGHTS UP AT THE BREAK OF DAY!"
I grinned again as I heard Stacy's adorable morning voice sound from behind me,
"I wake up and got this little PUNK I gotta chase away."
She emphasised punk while getting out of bed laughing when I carried her over my shoulder downstairs to see her breakfast. She repeatedly hit me my back to which I only laughed at, putting her down she saw the two bowls of alphabet cereal that lay there with the spelling 'I love you' in between them. Resisting the urge to take a picture of my artwork I emerged from the kitchen with drinks deciding to play her musical game with her. Just for the experiment of seeing how awake her mind is once woken up at half past seven in the morning. Because my brain was still asleep before I had my coffee right now I am holding my second cup and Stacy's first.
"Satisfied?"
"Boy you got me helpless"
I said slowly with a smirk creeping across my face,
"At least sit down... that would be enough"
"Can't say no to this"
I rolled my eyes as she winked. Dammit. How can she make me feel this way and still have the leading hand? Her musical game is way out of my league. I can't even attempt without her beating me. But alas, the musical mayhem must go on. I didn't spend 6 years writing Hamilton to lose at a game of quoting musicals, Stacy may think she's got it covered but this will be easy peasy. I've got this in the bag and I'm going to be calling the shots soon so just you wait Stacy. Just you wait.

AN: Once again another edit and I'll see ya in the next chapter!