Hamilton a soulmate au

Chapter 13

Peggys POV

OW! FUCK! OW! FUCK! Oh that's John... OW! Why is John here? Why can't I speak? Excuuuuuuse me?! OW!

"Ok John, this is Peggy, your girlfriend, and she is in labour," Alex said to John. Did John lose his memo?-OW!!...

"Ewww we're just best friends..... wait who's the father? I ship it," John said. THE FUCK JOHN?! WHY CAN'T I SPEAK?! OWWW!

"John... you're the father,"

"I would remember being a father,"

"YOUR NOT A FATHER YET!!" Alex pointed to my stomach. I feel uncomfortable......

"WELL IF I'M THE FATHER, WHO'S THE MOTHER?!"

"OH MA GOD!"

"Do I need to run a dna test?" A nurse who walked into the room asked.

"Yes," John said.

"NO!" Alex screamed. This is fine.... Mulligan walked into the room. Please don't start screaming...

"Hey guys," He said.

"Get out," John said.

"What?"

"I refuse to be in the same room as the guy who hit me with his car,"

"Well I refuse to be in the same room as the guy who thinks he's 12,"

"I think I'm 13 ACTUALLY! Also Peggy why are you having a baby when your 13? That's a bit young..."

EXCUSE ME?!!! I'm so confused. OW! Wait why is Lafayette climbing through the window?

"John, eat a snickers," Lafayette said, yeeting a snickers bar at John.

"Why?..." he asked.

"I don't know... I don't like them... you eat them," John looked confused, and ate the snickers.

"I REMEMBER!"
I just... iNhAlE OW!

"Shit I- uh, I remember being born... I didn't like it... I DON'T WANNA REMEMBER BEING 2!! Oh yeah I'm dating Peggy... oh she's in labour... I better be the father,"

"Seriously, do you guys want me to run a DNA test?" The doctor said.

"NO!" I somehow managed to shout.

"Oh you can speak,"

"It hurts to..."

"Then shut up,"

"I DON'T WANNA!

Time skip to when Peggy's children have been born

"Boop!"

He booped me....
Not the kids...
John!

"What the fuck?!"
John started crying. He sounded like a baby. The other came in.

"Aww the babies are- John what the fuck?!" Thomas said, then asked.

"I'M SORRY!" John shouted, continuing to cry.

"HOW HORMONAL ARE YOU?!" I asked, shouting.

"I'M SORRY!"

"AREN'T I SUPPOSED TO BE A BE THE HORMONAL ONE?!"