The Parent Revolution (A Hamilton AU)

11. Bros, Hoes, and Does

Hey guys! How was vacation? I went camping lots, went to family reunions, and went to Vancouver Island! My dad grew up there, and always talks about it, so this year we finally went. It was great!

I am so sorry I've been AWOL this summer. I really tried to update, but it never happened. But better late than never, right? 

Laf was enjoying life with his father. No, the man wasn't perfect, in fact, he was far from it. This was evident, especially when Laf walked in on him and the housekeeper going at it in the closet, which prompted a shouting match between father and son. Laf thought he might've actually got through to Hamilton, but who knows. One phrase that Laf was particularly proud of was, "YOU ARE THIRTY-EIGHT FUCKING YEARS OLD, HAVE SOME SELF-CONTROL! ACTUALLY, SCRATCH THAT! HAVE SOME SELF-RESPECT! GODDAMMIT, MAN, LEARN TO SAY NO!"

As you might've noticed, Laf was the very definition of the Mom Friend. The mother hen. The only one with any common sense. And, by God, he was going to fix Alexander Hamilton up real nice so that they could be a proper family.

So he got things straightened up... well, sort of. First he told Maria that if she valued her well-paying job, she had to keep things professional. He dragged his father out of his overflowing office so he could get some sun; the man was looking too pale for Laf's liking. Gradually, things got better. The house no longer reeked of a desperate family.

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One evening, Laf was in bed, watching Supernatural, and his father burst into the room, all the chaos and worry of the world blowing in with him. Mildly irritated, Laf said, in Thomas's snobbish Southern accent, "Alexander. Always a pleasure."

Rolling his eyes like the mature adult he was, Alex pulled Laf off the bed and dragged him out of the room, down the stairs, and out the door. In a burst of inspiration, Laf snagged a coat from a hook when they passed. They continued this way for three blocks, and the cold air was sharp, not only against their soft skin, but in the smell that only the chill can produce.

Arriving at a park, Alex finally loosed his grip on his son, and the pair stood, shivering, in the late summer chill. For a moment they stood there, father and son, saying nothing in the silence but revealing everything.

At long last, Alexander spoke. "While you were gone, I cleaned up my act. Mostly," he admitted truthfully. "Maria was a momentary lapse of control."

He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I stopped. All of it. No more drugs. No more drinks. I woke up one day in a pile of vomit, not knowing where the hell I was, and I realized that I couldn't live that way. It would destroy me."

Something burned at Laf's eyes, but he pushed it down.

"I got a girlfriend."

Everything stopped. The calm oasis in the Frenchman's mind blew apart like a grenade. Shit. This changes everything! Shit, shit, shit!

Alexander didn't see Laf's internal freak-out, because the Europeans had perfected the poker face, so he continued speaking, undeterred. "Her name's Angelica, we met at this dance. God, that makes me sound like a high schooler! Anyways, I was on my way back from an AA meeting..."

Meanwhile, Laf.

Well, the Plan's shot. How are we supposed to get them together if he's dating this chick? FUCCCKKK. I need to tell Thomas, so we can retreat and come up with a new strategy. God, he's still talking! Shut the fuck up, man, I need to place a long-distance phone call!

Shifting from one foot to the other, Laf finally zoned back into Alex's monologue just in time to hear, "Oh, look, here she comes."

Laf had a heart attack.