Brown Flowers- Hamilton Oneshot

(F) There's Something I Need To Tell You.-Lams

Trans John

What the hell is going on? It has been a while week, and I still have not gotten my period. I've been checking everyday, and really trying to listen to my body to see if I could feel any cramps or migraines. I didn't feel a thing.

I did, however, notice myself gaining some weight. It wasn't too bad, but it was certainly confusing because I've been sticking to my diet. Working out. Drinking water. Everything all the beauty gurus do on Instagram.

Ive been trying to talk to Alex about it, but it feels like he's too busy to listen, and I'm a way, he is.

Constantly being told what to do, having to deal with Jefferson, being Washington's bitch boy, and putting up with all of Burt's fuckery, he can't manage.

But, that doesn't mean I can't still harass him with calls.

"Alexander, this is the third time I've called you, please call me back. I really want to talk to you. You've kept ignoring me, and I feel like you don't even love me anymore!" I exclaimed, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. "If I did something to make you stop loving me, I'm so sorry baby. I love you, ok? I love you so much and I would die, literally die, if you were to break up with me, but that would be understandable because im so annoying, and I'm being so annoying right now, and-" I got cut off but the dial machine *forgot what it was called, piss off* telling me that voicemail had reached its limit.

I huffed, and threw my way to a corner on the couch, falling back on the couch. I unintentionally placed my hands on my stomach, and looked down at it, chuckling. "What if I was pregnant. How silly would that be?" I questioned, rubbing it slightly.

I shook my head, and headed toward the kitchen, looking for a snack.

Everything looked good, but it didn't really appeal to me. The oreas, chips, cookies, all seemed bland by themselves, so why not make my own dish?

I grabbed some Oreos, poptarts, popcorn, milk, mustard, and mayonnaise and get to work.

At first I mashed up the cookie and poptart, mixing some milk into the mix to make it into a batter. After, I grabbed the mustard and added a generous amount into the bowl, mixing it all again. Then, I grabbed the mayo and emptied the contents into there. I gave it another mix before sprinkling in the popcorn.

It looked really good, but something was missing from it. Not the condiments or sweets, that's for sure. Oh, I was missing the pickles!

I walked back toward the fridge and looked around for the pickles, which seemingly had disappeared from its normal spot. I looked around the door and main area, but I couldn't seem to find it. I squatted down in front of it, and pushed everything aside looking for the pickles.

They weren't fucking there. Are you kidding?

I pouted my lip, and threw my head back, feeling the sobs take over my body.

There was only one thing I needed that would make me happy right now, and I didn't have it!

I finally stood up, and walked back towards the plate, picking it up. I sat back on the couch, and threw on some random show I found on one of the channels.

And there I sat. Sitting on my loveseat, eating this mustard popcorn concoction, finally accepting the though that I may or may not have been pregnant.

It would make sense if it was. The late period, the strange cravings, the mood swings.

Oh my god. I might be pregnant!

I might be pregnant.

I-I might be pregnant.

The more the though crosses my mind, the more scared I got. I was not ready to be a mother, and John was not ready to be a father. Neither of us were ready for taking care of a child when we could hardly even take care of ourselves.

I slowly stood from my seat, and grabbed my phone to text Peggy and her sisters.

The baddest bitch in the land: GUS!

And pEgGy: yes ma'am?

Sunshine and rainbows: yes alex?

Ms. Fuck off: guys*

The baddest bitch: I THINK IM PREGNANT!!

Ms. Fuck off: WHAT?

And pEgGy: *shook*

Sunshine and rainbows: OMG? FR? AWW!

I sighed. Eliza has always wanted John and I to have a baby, something about her ship or some shit, but right now was not the time to write fanfics about the titanic. Sorry Eli.

The baddest bitch: NO NOT AWW, AHH!

Sunshine and rainbow: what do you mean 'ahh'?

The baddest bitch: I don't want a baby! Not now, anyway. John and I would never be able to maintain him/ her.

Sunshine and rainbows: what if you have twins. Oh that would be so damn cute.

Ms. Fuck off: Im gonna have to disagree.

Sunshine and rainbows: *triggered* wut?

Ms. Fuck off: yes it would be cute if they had twins, but how the hell will they support the kid? It would not be a good environment for the little guy at all.

And pEgGy: or chicka! You never know!

Sunshine and rainbows: well there's only one way for us to find out!

The baddest bitch: and that is?

Sunshine and rainbows: TAKE A TEST!

I set down my phone, and quickly rush to the nearest CVS.

Once I get back home with the test, I run into the bathroom and do as instructed. I pee on the stick, and wait impatiently for the results to come in.

What if I really am pregnant? What if John and I are really going to start a family? How are we going to do? Will we be good? Bad? Oh my god, I can't think. I'm going to pass out.

Finally the alarm on my phone goes off, snapping me out of my thoughts. I pick up the stick, bracing myself as I look at the results.

And there it is. As clear as day. The one word the will change my life forever.

Pregnant.

HAH! I DID IT! I MADE IT! IM GOING TO PASS OUT, I HOPE YALL ENJOYED. IF NOT, THEN U CAN SUCK MY BALL MR. GARYSON OR HOWEVER THE FUCK U SPELL IT. THIS DAY CAN SUCK MY BALLS, AND I DONT EVEN OWN THEM. FUCK TODAY! FUCK EVERYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT, IM DONE. GN.