That Would Be Enough

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A/N:  Hi everyone!  This is my second LMM fanfic (Check out If the Unimaginable Happens!).  I decided I'd like to write a romance story, which may turn a bit steamy eventually.  In this fic, Vanessa, Sebastian and Francisco do not exist.  Also, just wanted to say that it's so adorable how in love Lin is with his wife.  It makes me love him even more.  But...my brain just wanted to think about Lin in a love story.  Please vote and comment! :-)

Lin-Manuel Miranda sighed as he left his friend's get-together in downtown Manhattan. It was always great to get away and be around his friends, even though they were constantly trying to set him up with someone. Lin had it all – the most successful Broadway show in a long time, multiple awards, including the Pulitzer Prize, and fame. But what had managed to escape him was love and a family of his own. He'd been in several long-term relationships, but they never seemed to work out. He was busy – crazy busy – and most women didn't seem to have the patience for that. Not that he blamed them. Who would want to spend most evenings alone while their partner performed night after night, and female fans threw themselves at him?

He was pondering the way his life was going as he drove down the street, towards his apartment complex. It would be another evening alone, save for his dog Tobi, his faithful sidekick. It was good to be unconditionally loved by something, even if it was four-legged and had bad breath.

He was a bit pre-occupied when he turned the corner in the parking garage. All of a sudden, a small form darted in front of his car and he slammed on his brakes, causing a loud screech. His body bumped against his seat belt as his heart jumped. A moment later, a terrified scream let out and he saw a young mother running over to the small form – what he now realized was a little girl, maybe four years old.

"Madeline, you can't do that!" She admonished her child, picking her up. The child giggled, unaware of the danger she had been in. Lin put the car in park and got out.

"I'm so sorry, miss," he apologized, walking over to them. "Is she okay?"

The young woman turned around, and Lin's breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful. She was dressed in a simple sundress, her dark brown hair, identical in color to her daughter's, came just past her shoulders. Her eyes were the brightest blue he'd ever seen.

"Yes, she's fine," she told him, readjusting the child on her hip. "I'm sorry she ran out in front of you like that. We're trying to work on safety."

"Not a problem," he said. "Kids dart."

Lin felt her eyes scan him up and down. He was wearing a nice pair of dark jeans and a button up shirt – his standard "party outfit". Lin put his hands in his pockets, knowing he was being checked out. His dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"Do you live here?" Lin asked her?

The woman laughed. "I wish," she commented. "No, my good friend lives here, actually. We were over for a play date. There's no way I could afford an apartment here. How about you?"

"Yeah, I've got a place," he said. It was a simple two-bedroom. Room for him and any overnight guests. It wasn't anything fancy, but he was comfortable.

"Nice," she said.

"What do you do?" He asked, aware that the conversation was going past the polite phase of apologies. For some reason, he wanted to know more about this woman. How come he never ran into people like this at parties?

"I'm a librarian," she told him, and the child started to wriggle out of her mother's grasp. She set her down but kept hold of her hand. The little girl began swinging her mother's arm back and forth, keeping herself busy.

"Nice," he commented, an avid reader. "At New York Public Library?"

"Yes," she said. "How about you?"

Lin was usually recognized since the success of Hamilton. It was somewhat rare that a person didn't know who he was. He kind of liked that she had no idea who he was. It meant she wasn't just talking to him because of his fame.

"Umm..." he pondered how to answer. "I'm a writer, actually."

"What do you write?" She asked.

"Mostly plays," he said, not elaborating.

"Excellent," she commented as her daughter began to get more antsy. "Well, I better get this one home. It's way past her bedtime."

She began to walk the child back across the parking lot towards their car. "Oh, sure. I'm Lin, by the way." He reached out his hand to shake hers.

"Kate," she shook his hand, smiling. "And this is Madeline. Can you say hi, Maddie?"

"Hello," she said, clearly distracted.

"Nice to meet you both," he said, turning back towards his own car. "Have a good night."

Lin got back into his car as Kate led her daughter over to their car, which looked about 20 years old, and not in the best of shape. Madeline was babbling on about something as Kate tried to usher her into her car seat. He hoped he wasn't being creepy, but he watched them for a few moments. How was he going to find this woman again after a chance encounter in a parking lot?

As he pulled away, he felt a longing he hadn't felt in a long time. Somehow, he was going to find Kate again, and he was going to get to know her.