Hamilton Oneshots!

Christmas Eve (PT.1) {Laurens Family}

sorry guys 1. I lied no mermaid stuff yet and 2. it's more johnny boi bUt I think you'll like it

pairing; john laurens x reader

time; modern

warnings; cuteness warning frances eleanor is finally back--

type of oneshot; fluff overdose

requested?; n o p e

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Your POV

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

I woke up to the sight of my five year-old daughter excitedly bouncing up and down on John's chest.

My husband woke up with a groan, scooping Frances up as he sat up. "I'm up, baby girl, I'm up!"

Frances giggled, continuing to bounce in his arms. John laughed at her enthusiasm as I sat up slowly, containing a yawn.

"It's not even Christmas yet, Fran!" I exclaimed, laughing.

"But it's Christmas Eve, Mama! Christmas Eveeee! Santa is coming tonight!" Frances answered.

"Oh that's right! And he has some of your presents~!" John spoke teasingly.

Her eyes lit up more, which I didn't realize was possible. She clambered off of John's lap. "Then you gotta get up! The sooner you get ready the faster the day will go and then it'll be Christmas!" She exclaimed it all in one breath, making both John and I start laughing.

John pulled the covers off of him, getting off the bed. "I think today and tomorrow will be pancake mornings, what do you think?"

Frances clapped her hands together. "Yeah yeah yeah!"

He looked at me. "Wellll... what does Mama think?"

I pretended to think. "I don't know.."

Frances's big hazel eyes looked up at me pleadingly. "Please Mama?!"

I giggled, getting off the bed. "Sure. Why don't you help him, baby?"

"Okay!"

John didn't waste a moment in picking Frances back up, setting her on his shoulders as he hurried out the door, making her burst into loud giggles.

I watched them go down the hall, containing my laughter as I closed the door behind them and quickly got myself ready.

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After breakfast, John and I were in the living room when Frances came running in, still in her polar bear onsie. "Mama! Daddy!"

John looked over at her. "Yeah Fran?"

"You said you and Mama know how to ice skate right?"

He nodded. "Yeah, we do. Mama is especially good at it."

Frances beamed. "Could we go ice skating today?"

I was a bit surprised. "Would you really want to try that, Fran? We don't want you getting hurt."

She nodded, curls bouncing. "Yeah! I wanna try it! I wanna be good like you and Daddy!"