Chapter 6.

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You had watched peacefully from your book as Hercules fixed the dress.
He was humming to himself, and it was melodic. Your curiosity got the best of you.
"What're you humming?"
"Oh, uh--" he froze from embarrassment.
"It's okay! Um, sorry?" You smiled at him slightly.
"It's fine..." Hercules took a deep breath." It was a lullaby my mom would sing to me when I was child," he sighed happily. His eyes were glistening, almost in tears.
You got up and sat next to him, rubbing your hand in circles in his back.
"You okay?" You asked after awhile.
"Y-yeah," he smiled.
"Thank you, (y/n)."
"No problem."
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The next morning you sat it in your bed.
You had a undeniably huge headache, only remembering tidbits of last night.

You giggled, smiling at Herc.
Downing another shot, you reminisced.
"I remember this one time, I went to the bar with Aaron--"
"Aaron Burr?"
"Maybe, I dunno. That fucker broke up with me and cheated on me," you hiccuped.
Hercules frowned.
He whispered something to himself.
"Hmm?" You groaned out, almost tripping over your own feet.
"Nothing important. You should probably get to bed," he was sober, seeing as he did way more than a couple of shots on a regular basis.
You nodded, throwing an arm around his shoulder and slurring out random words. He would chuckle every few sentences.
Laying you on your bed, he turned to leave. Your eyes shut partly as you gripped his arm.
"Stay?"
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You looked around your bed.
No Hercules.
Thank God.
You sighed and got up out of bed, this was going to be an interesting day.
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As you layed on your sighed, herc smiled down at you.
He leaned cautiously down to your forehead and kissed it.
"Sweet dreams, beautiful," he smiled, walking out.

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