I think I'm in love(Jefferson x Reader)

Remember

You woke up. You were in a Hospital. There was someone next to you. You looked at whoever it was. It was Jefferson. You sighed. Then you remembered. You asked him to stay. According to the doctor, you get to go home today. You couldn't remember were you lived. Jefferson began to stir. His eyes fluttered open. "Morning," you said. He smiled. He moved forward, as if he was going to kiss you but stopped. "Morning," he said backing up. He stood up, and went to the bathroom in your room.  He walked out and sat on a chair. It felt wrong. "Why don't you come sit with me, darlin?~" you said. "Shit. A little too seductive," You thought. His face grew a dark red color. "O-o-ok," he said getting up. He sat next to you. You put your arms around him, and nuzzled your face into his side. He slowly put his arm over your shoulder. You looked at him. His face was even darker shade of red, if that was even possible. "Why the red? Are you... blushing for me?~" you said smirking. He was silent. "Come on, darlin. No need for that. I'm your fiancee right? Then treat me like it.~" you said, still smirking. You pulled away from him. He was still madly blushing. You frown. Then came the stomach pain. You leaned over and grabbed the small trashcan next to the bed. You began to vomit. You felt a hand on your back. Jefferson was rubbing your back. A doctor walked in. "Oh good! You're awake! Ah, morning sickness. Well, good news. We need to run some tests, then you're good to go home. Ok?" the woman said. By then you were done puking. You wiped your mouth. "Thank you," you said. The woman smiled, then left. You got up, and walked to the bathroom. You rinsed your mouth then returned to the bed. Seconds later, a few doctors walked in. "Good morning! We need to run some tests, then you'll be good to go. We would like to start with the tests now. That way, we'll get done faster, so you can go home sooner. Is that ok?" the doctor said. "Yeah that's fine," you said. "Sir, you'll have to wait in the waiting room," another doctor said, referring to Jefferson. He nodded, then left. You felt empty without him. The doctors began their tests.

Thomas's pov

I had to leave while they did tests. I looked at my phone. I had a text. It was from Burr. 

WaitForIt: Why the hell is Hamilton asking for your number?

SassWithClass: I don't know. Give it to him so I can see.

WaitForIt: Alright then.

Seconds later, Hamilton texted me.

Hamsandwitch: What the FUCK happened to (Y/N)!?

SassWithClass: Sally.

SassWithClass renamed Hamsandwitch, StupidestAsshole.

StupidestAsshole renamed SassWithClass, Thom-ass.

StupidestAsshole: What did That whore do?

Thom-ass: Tried to rape me, then, attacked her. Good thing Mr. Washington is our neighbor. He got her off me, then got her off (Y/N).

StupidestAsshole: Need a ride home? 

Thom-ass: That would be lovely. Thanks.

StupidestAsshole: No not me. I don't drive. (B/F) will be there in a few minutes. I'm with her.

Thom-ass: Ok. She's on the third floor. They're doing tests so I'm in the waiting room. 

"Ok," I heard someone say. I looked up. Hamilton in the flesh. I rolled my eyes. Then (B/F) sat next to me. "WhaT HaPpeNEd!? TelL mE eVerYtHinG!" she screeched. I explained everything. Both her and Alex were crying. 

*Time Skip*

End of pov

They were finally done with tests. You got dressed in your clothes you came here in. You gathered all your things, and made your way to the waiting room. You found Jefferson. "Hey, I'm ready to go, love," You said, not really thinking. Then, two other people where in your face. "Hey, don't crowed her," Jefferson said, pushing them away. "Do you remember us?" the man said. You thought for a moment. "I think. You're Alexander Hamilton. You're (B/F)," You said pointing at each of them. They smiled. "Lets go home," Jefferson said. "Yes," you said. The four of you left. 

You and Jefferson were dropped off at a building. He showed you where to go. You walked into the apartment. It felt normal. It felt familiar. It felt like home. You walked around. You found yourself in a bedroom. You stepped out kind of fast. You thought it was Jefferson's room. "So... I'm hungry, and in need of coffee," you said. "Well, we could go get some," Jefferson said. "I want to stay," you said, plopping onto the couch. "If you stay, I stay. Either you come with me, or we don't go at all," he said. "Oh, don't be like that. Please, go get it, darlin.~" you said. You could see his face turn red again. "Fine," he said. Suddenly, you were picked up. "You will come with me though," he said. "Oh, come on, love. Leave me alone," you tried to squirm away. It didn't work. He kept his grip on you. "Fine! I'll come," you gave in. He put you down. He smiled. "Lets go. How about we walk?" he asked. "Ok," you said. He opened the door, and allowed you to leave. "Thank you, darlin," you said. He was blushing madly. You made your way out of the building. He followed closely. You and him walked down the street. It all seemed strangely familiar. Soon, you arrived at a Starbucks. You both walk in. Thomas walked up to the counter. He ordered something for both of you. He must know what you like. He did. He handed you your normal order. You and him went walking. Soon, you found yourselves at a park. You walked around. You felt a hand try to grab yours. It was Jefferson. You held his hand. You felt a spark. Did he? You stopped under a tree. Jefferson was standing next to you. You could feel his eyes on you. You were still holding his hand. You were trying to remember. You really wanted to remember. You just couldn't. "Jefferson... I can't..." you said. "You can't what?" he asked. You started to cry. "I-I can't r-r-remember..." you said. "(Y/N)..." he started. "I'm sorry," you ran off. "(Y/N)! WAIT! WAIT!!!" he called after you. You just kept running. You didn't even know where you were. You heard someone say your name. You looked around. "(Y/N)? Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" a tall man asked (Translation: What's wrong). "Qui diable êtes-vous?" you asked (Translation: Who the hell are you). "It's me, Lafayette. Have you been drinking? You aren't suppose to drink while you're pregnant. Also, you don't drink. It would be strange if after three years, you just start drinking again," he said. Lafayette? It sounded familiar. Oh he was a friend. "Oh Lafayette! Sorry. I guess you didn't hear. I got amnesia," you said. His eyes widened. "How!?" he asked. "How the hell am I suppose to know!?" you yelled. "(Y/N)!!!" you heard. It was Jefferson. He caught up to you. "Au revoir!" Lafayette said, walking away. "Hey!" you tried to say, but he was gone already. You turned so you could face Jefferson. You thought he was still down the rode. You turned around. Jefferson smashed his lips into yours. It hit you. Well, you hit him. You slapped his face. "I told you... I don't remember... I'm sorry..." you said harshly. You began to walk away, but you were picked up. Jefferson put you over his shoulder like he hunted and killed you, which, in a way, he did. You tried to escape. He wouldn't let you free. He carried you to the apartment. He brought you to his room. He flung you on the bed. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" you asked. He sat on the bed, next to you. "I can't live without you... please... try... try to remember... I... I need you. I'm sorry I kind of forced you to come with me, its just, I know you. No matter what I would have tried, You wouldn't have come," he was right about that. You put your head down. "You just don't get it... I tried... I can't... I want to, but I just can't..." you were crying again. "Then at least stay with me... I... I love you..." he was crying, too. You were silent. "Fine... don't answer... you can have the apartment... I have a friend's place I can stay at..." He got up. He was almost out of the room. The switch clicked. The memories came back. "Hey..." he looked at you. "Stay," you said. He slowly walked towards you. "Your name is Thomas Jefferson. We live here together. We are happily engaged. My friends are Alex, Lafayette, John, Hercules, Mads, Burr, Maria, (B/F), Theadosia, Eliza, Angelica, and Peggy. I'm pregnant with your child. I would die for you. God, Thomas, I never want to leave your fucking side again," you said. You could see the tears in his eyes. He sniffed. He ran, and leaped onto the bed next to you. He grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. The warmest, most comfortable hug ever. The best hug ever. "Oh god, I'm so fucking sorry... do I slap good or was it like a light tap?" you asked. "Well, it wasn't a light tap! Thats for damn sure! That fucking hurt!" he exclaimed. You started laughing. "Sorry, love," you said. "Oh yeah! Since when do you say 'love,' and 'darlin,' when you talk to me?" Thomas asked. "Since I got bashed in the head... darlin" you said, causing him to laugh. You looked at the clock. It was already 8:00. "I'm tired," you whined. "So, let's sleep," he said. You smiled. He kissed you nose. You and him just cuddled, until you both fell asleep.

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Hello! So, your memory is back. I'm sick again. Every month, its the same thing. It sucks. It's some kind of stomach flu. Anyway, I was going to make it so you wouldn't get your memory back until after you had the child, but I changed my mind. I was listening to Dear Evan Hansen while writing this. That is a depressing musical. You should listen. In case you were wondering, Evan is my soul. Word count: 1725 Thanks!