Steps to Writing a Musical || Lin-Manuel Miranda

Epilogue

"Honey, I'm home!"

"Are we that domesticated already?"

You laughed as you set your purse and keys on the table next to the front door. Lin popped out of the kitchen with an oven mitt and a wooden spoon in his hand. As he walked up to you, you raised your brow. "What are you doing?"

"Making rice."

"You need an oven mitt to make rice?"

"Judging by your tone, I think the answer is no."

You placed one hand on his scruffy cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. "What would you do without me?" You asked him.

"Probably starve."

You and Lin had been dating for just about two years now. After you two made up after the Hamilton premiere, it didn't take long for everyone else to catch on. You finally got to live out each and every scenario that you'd been imagining since you met him. Of course, there were arguments, just like any normal couple, but the highs always outnumbered the lows.

And that is why, six months ago, Lin proposed to you.

You wanted to say that was the best day of your life, but it just that every day you spent with him got better and better. It was a very momentous occasion though. He tried to do something super fancy, but one thing after another fell through. By the end of the day, he was so exasperated with it all that he kinda just blurted it out. Needless to say, you said yes(and you both cried). Now, the wedding was one day away, and you couldn't be happier.

After scoping out the damage Lin had done in the kitchen, you pulled out a stack of menus. "I think we should order takeout, babe."

"Fine." He groaned. "But one of these days, I'm gonna get it right."

An hour later, you were both on the floor with flashcards and lists in hand. Lin had been trying to teach you Spanish for a while now, but you understood it better than you could speak it. He went over the wedding checklist with you to make sure everything was right for the next day.

"¿Flores?" He asked.

"Done." You crossed it off.

"¿Abastecedor?"

"You mean your mom?" You giggled. "She's got that under control, I'm sure."

"¿Y la tabla de asientos?"

"Done and reviewed three times. Had to make sure my great Aunt Donna and my Uncle Lewis are far apart."

Lin looked up at you and sighed happily. "Can you believe this really happening tomorrow?"

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the excitement in his eyes. You found the fact that he could still love you after seeing you at your worst baffling. He'd seen you the morning after a long night of partying and was still ready to hold your hair back while you huddled over the toilet. He'd seen you ugly-cry while watching movies and still cuddled with you as you slept. You couldn't have asked for a better man to be your husband. "I can't." You smiled.

Grinning, Lin leaned over the mess you've both made of the floor to peck your lips.

You both spend the night fantasizing about the rest of your lives together. You drew up a pros and cons list of moving into your childhood home together and of buying a new house. You talked about having kids; when and if it would happen. You both talked about your careers and how it would affect your marriage. It was a night full of dreams.

But tomorrow, they would all be real.

As you both prepared to go to bed, you reminded him that you would be gone before he woke up. "That's if I don't wake up first." He joked. You chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You both mumbled sleepily I love you's to each other. Soon, his steady breathing would lull you to sleep.