First Sight

Dear John,

John's POV

I wake up with a headache and a pain in my- oh.

Yeah.

Last night.

Who knew wedding sex could be so aggressive.

Anyway, I'm hungover as fuck. My ass hurts like fuck. My eyes won't open. But when they do, my sight is blocked by a mountain of blankets. I lift my head up with no Alex in sight. It's 9 am, according to the clock on the wall. I sit up and rub my eyes, trying to ignore the immense pain I'm in. I go to grab my phone but am greeted with a note, advil, and a glass of water.

"Dear John,

I'm not here, surprise! That sounds like I mean death. I'm just out. I hope you're not in too much pain from, well, everything last night. A few Advil should save the day. I will be back around maybe 12 pm. See you soon, love.

Yrs forever,

A. Hamilton"

The corners of my lips flick upwards into a small smile. I pop the pill into my mouth and wash it down with the water. Lilac is sitting next to me, just relaxing. Three hours without Alex.

My names is John Hamilton. What.

I grab my phone and look through some of my messages, mainly the sisters and both Laf and Herc asking 'how it was' last night. Pervs.

Good is the answer, by the way.

I remember bits, since I wasn't too drunk. I just get easy hangovers. I specifically recall Alex trying to convince me to buy lingerie. No thanks.

I mean, I wore a dress. That's enough. I did it mainly for him, and also because I look good in dresses. My dad was proud. He gave Alex a hug. Henry Laurens does not hug. Also, heels are my new favorite. I'm totally going to buy so many heels.

Lex and I are getting the house soon. Next week, I think. Loans and shit will kill us, but I want to start a family. We're 22 and young; we can do whatever the fuck we want. And I have 3 hours, so I shall watch some Heathers. Alex will kill me if he knows I watched it without him, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. Anything for Jason Dean. And Ram Sweeney. And Kurt Kelly. God, the guys are hot.

Never as hot as Alexander Hamilton, though. Woo, have you seen him? My phone's storage is mainly taken up by photos of him, in a folder called "This Guy." I've had this folder since right before we began dating, when we were 18. Alex had to get a load of new cards to transfer all the photos of me and us onto a hard drive. We're hella cute. A lot of the photos are of me shirtless, and doing weird poses, like kicks and shit. On my phone, it's mainly him doing random things. Singing and dancing are some huge culprits.

Okay, Heathers. I manage to get up through the sharp pain shooting up my... yeah. I limp into the living room and immediately turn on Netflix. Here we go.

Alex's POV

I sit at the orphanage for a while. Everyone is in their rooms at the moment. I want to adopt with John, so I was scoping out some viable orphanages to adopt from. Or at least foster. I feel like being a foster dad would be fun. I want to help kids who feel helpless. I want to be there for people.

I get a small tour of the orphanage, each room holds 3 kids of the same gender. I get small introductions to each, their age, height, gender, and any known medical conditions- mental and physical. There a few that speak out to me. Some kid named Philip who is only 3 years old, and Frances, who is just under one. I haven't met them, but they are definitely some candidates. Maybe John will love them, too.

Alex: hey babe i kinda need to talk to you when i get back- nothing serious. i should be home in 15 😘

John: ew that emoji. but okay! ily ❤️

I grab my keys from my pocket and hop into my car.

When I get home, John is sitting on the couch in just his boxers. The TV is turned off.
I walk over and sit next to him.

"What did ya need?" John sits up, asking.

"So, you know how we mentioned adopting about 2 months ago?" I fiddle with my thumbs in a nervous manner. What if he changed his mind?

"Yeah..?" He sits criss cross and faces me.

"I went to an orphanage today. There were two little ones that I kind of fell in love with just from their information. We need to go meet them tomorrow." I keep my gaze at the ground.

"Yes! I wanna have a lil baby!" John starts clapping quickly and giving little "whoo!"'s
I love him.

I grab my phone and show him a picture of Philip. His hair is a curly mess, dark brown. His eyes are hazel. Then Frances. Her little bit of medium toned hair is tied into a bow, her eyes are green.

He gushes over both of them. Good.
He still wants kids- with me.
He still wants me.