Love Is Love

Write my way out...

Jon's POV:
"Hello?"
"Hi Jon."
"Lin! Are you okay?"
"I think we both know the answer to that question but anyway I am calling to invite you to -"
"To? What?"
"To Stacy's funeral."
There was a long silence across the phone as I processed what had just been said.
"Lin."
"Jon I'll be alright, I've arranged it all to be in four days."
"Some people may be busy though. It's a late invitation."
"And some people will cancel their plans to come, it's their choice."
I nodded slowly and told Lin I would be there, he proceeded to give me the address as I wrote it all down.
"I'll see you then I guess."
"Yeah. See you then."
I ended the call with a grave countenance and sat down on my sofa to think. My break off Hamilton finished yesterday so I must perform now, yet the Stacy issue feels like it happened an hour ago. Maybe a break will help though. Lin's break is for another two weeks since he's got a main role and many scenes which may trigger his heartbreak. With half an hour to get ready, I got changed and brushed my teeth ready for a long day.

Lin's POV:
I was slowly ticking off the checklist of people who could or couldn't come. All of the main Hamilton and In the Heights casts can as well as close family and friends. I don't want a big charade of a ceremony so I'm keeping the invites to a minimum as well as sending them off by phone since I don't want to write them down. Tears can smudge pen. With two more calls to make I felt a tear roll down my cheek, there was no point crying anymore. She's gone, I've got to pick up what's left of me and continue on whether I want to or not. It's not fair but that's life I guess. Stumbling upstairs I wondered what suit to wear, eventually deciding on what would've been my wedding suit. It's new and was bought for Stacy until death do us part. Little did I know how quickly death could come by. Isaac began screaming bloody murder and I was yet to be shamed on my lack of connection with the twins. But today that would change. I picked them both up kissing them each on their tiny foreheads and taking them downstairs amongst their boxes of toys I bought. Being a single parent was difficult, but I could make it work. I sure as hell have the support to anyway. Ariella began to tug on my sleeve for attention and I lightly lay them down on the floor, with a few pillows for comfort. As I lay Ariella's dainty little head, her fingers wrapped around my thumb as she held onto it as if her life depended on it. Isaac however had already fell asleep and filled in the background noise with his glorious little baby snoring. Stacy and I's kids were beautiful, there was no point in deterring the fact. And their eyelashes were so long it was hard to understand how they could be. I had to resist hugging them too tightly incase I'd suffocate their little lungs. As I sat down, between the children. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by how lucky I actually was. My wife died, yet somehow her children were saved, it was if Stacy couldn't bear to completely leave me and left our little reincarnations for me to raise. The reality of it crashed down. What if the twins were never saved? False hope? If I'd lost Stacy completely and forever? I hugged the kids tighter then, Isaac stirring in his sleep. Picking myself up, I left to get some baby milk and some dinner. The twins had some weird concoction of mushed up food and I settled for some toast. But, I didn't actually make the toast since I had to feed the little ones.
"Here comes the aeroplane! Whoosh!"
Isaac clapped his hands laughing as his face lit up. I turned to Ariella,
"The train is coming your way! Chucka Chucka Chucka Chucka Choo Choo!"
She successfully swallowed the food, a little bit dribbling down the side of her mouth, I quickly wiped it with a tissue continuing on with the food.

Jon's POV:
"We h-have seen each other through it all."
My voice quaked but I remained with a still facial expression. Thank god I'm not in the show for long, I was mentally wishing Lin good luck for when he came back. The audience didn't notice though as they laughed through the song. I didn't cry. I made sure I wouldn't. With the spotlight on me it would be hard to stop crying once I'd started. The song eventually ended and I turned around with my back facing the audience letting out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. I paused to look to my left as my supposed lover was murdered. I saw Stacy's face. And that was when the tears began, all I could do was thank the fact my back was to the audience and thank the fact the song was louder than my sobbing. I had until act 2 to calm down now, and I hoped it would be long enough.

Lin's POV:
Looking at the clock I heard the eighth chime and inwardly prayed Jon was alright on stage. It would be hard, but hopefully he'd get through it. He wasn't on for long on that stage and he has the cast to support him. My father texted me to ask if I was alright and whether I needed them to come over but I responded quickly I was fine. I needed to treasure time with my kids, I've heard people saying how quickly they grow and I don't want to miss a moment. I needed to document it all somehow, in a way me and Stacy could read it. That was when Stacy's diary popped into sight. I left a few pages from her last entry, unwilling to read it incase it'll cause a meltdown, instead I proceeded to a clear page and began to write, god help me I wrote it all down. From her death, to the twins birth, to now. And, with the kids nestled in my arms, I prayed that it would get better someday.

AN: Took a while! Celebrating the holidays etc. Happy new year! See ya in the next chapter!