Note: This one's a bit longer than the other ones ;))
Tw: Trans!John & Mom!John
~Alex POV~
I slam my head on the bureau several times as i can't think. At all. I keep going back and forth in my mind. For the first time ever, i don't know what to write. Just three more hours i think to myself and stare at the clock, resting my forehead on my hand.
"Alexander Hamilton in loss for words? It's the end of the fucking world" I heard Thomas, AKA the work bitch, from behind me.
"What do you want, Jefferson?" I turn on my chair to stare at him tiredly. He acts offended.
"Well, i was going to tell you something, but i see you don't want that so i'll just go" He says and turns around. I sigh heavily enough for him to hear me and he stops.
"Fine," I said "but make it quick"
"That's what she said" He laughs and comes back.
"You're disgusting"
"Thanks." He says sarcastically and leans in. I just stare at him deadly from my chair. "See, i heard your... wife is pregnant." He says and i interrupt him.
"He's my husband and yes, he is" I snap at him, but he shrugs it off and continues.
"Anyway. She called this afternoon-"
"He"
"Get over it!" He snapped, slightly annoyed "As i was saying, he called. He wants you to leave early from work"
"And why are you, of all people, telling me this?" I asked. I was internally thankful for him to tell me.
"Well, first of all, your fucking welcome. Second, Washington was going to tell you, but he was busy and asked me to do it." He explained and i stood up, starting to pick up my things.
"Thanks, i guess" I mumble. I walk up close to the door and finished putting away my things. "See ya" I shout as i leave the room.
"Hell, i hope not" I could hear him say sarcastically and I chuckle a bit.
I wait for the elevator to come and take it to go to the garage, where i have my car. A very nice one, thank you very much. (Comment what car you think he has bc i don't know anything about cars) I throw my bag on the back seat and turn the key. I notice i'm low on gasoline, so i take a mental note to fill the tank before going home. But, of course, traffic. I get out of the garage and i barely get the chance make my way into the street. Man, New York sucks I think and sigh heavily. Well, now i might just arrive as late as if i hadn't left work early. About an hour into this and i get a text from John. Well, many...
< Alexxx
< I thought you left work earlyyy
< Where are youuuuuuuu
Just one word. Traffic >
< I'm dyiiinggggggg
No you're not John >
< Your baby is killing meeeeeeee
No he's not >
Cmon just wait a few more minutes and i'll be home >
I dropped my phone in my pocket and concentrated in the cars around me. I sure as hell am not a patient person. Let alone when my husband is 9-months pregnant. I need to be home with him. Right. Now. As if it wasn't enough, almost another hour into traffic. God hates me right now. I just wanna go home!! AAAAGHHH!!
Just a few minutes later i get a call from Hercules. Of course, i pick up and state a small "'sup". I could hear screaming from the other side. Sweet Jesus.
"Hey Alex, we got a code blue..." Says Herc hesitantly.
"What's a code blue??" I asked concerned.
"Code blue for: yourhusbandislitteralyfreakingoutbecauseyourenoherewhenhiswaterbroke kinda code"
"What?? Slow down, i didn't get anything you said"
"JOHN'S WATER BROKE" Lafayette screams clearly to the phone and i'm starting to have a panic attack.
"WHAT?! NO WAY, GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL, YOU BOLD MANGOS!!!" I shout.
"What about you?!" Asks Herc.
"I'll be there, don't worry"
"ALEXANDER YOU BETTER FUCKING BE" I could hear John scream from the other side and i almost dropped my phone.
I figured i might as well leave the car somewhere near and run all my way to the hospital because why not. I parked my car and started 'gotta go fast'ing down the streets. Eventually i reached the hospital and asked to accompany my ""wife"", Jacqueline Laurens. (I really like that name)
I get into John's room and hear him shouting as other doctors tell him to push. I run up to him and hold his hand. He digs his nails into my hand and i bite my lip trying not to scream out of pain.
"GET OUT" John screams and i obey.
"NO WAIT, COME BACK" He says again and i turn around.
"But you said-" I start but am interrupted by him.
"I CHANGED MY MI-Ih-IND!!" He sobs.
Then, after 50 minutes of shouting, crying out of pain and having well-paid people who studied a lot to be here scream at John to push, Philip Hamilton-Laurens was born. On the 27th of July, 2017, at 6:57 pm. (I just made his birthday up)
It sure was... an adventure...
~< >~
Word count: 878
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