One Shots

All mine/All yours Series

This takes place six years after they graduated. Alex and John are 29. They adopted Phillip 6 months prior to this, Phillip is 1 year old.

"Mail, everybody, mail!" Abby called. They all had little boxes outside their rooms so that if they were busy they could just get it later. She dumped a pile of letters, mostly requests for custom outfits in Hercules and Lafayette's box.

Hercules was sewing a custom layered lace skirt and Lag was modeling it like a fucking Fabulous Angel.

John was finishing up a commission, something he did as a side job. He had a black glove on his right hand, and his tablet was semi lifted as he finished again it.

Alex was calling people to see who would be going to a pride rally he was planning in South Carolina because he wanted to fucking stomp all over their homophobia.

Phillip was asleep in his crib. His crib was green with a little yellow sign that said "Pip" in blue letters.  Hanging above it was a mobile with quills, stars, clouds, and a moon.

"We got a letter from South Carolina." Abby said, waving a yellow letter in the air.

"It's from someone coming to the really, I'll read it later." Alexander shrugged off.

"No, it's not." She turned to John, who was sending off the commission. John spun his chair around. One Christmas Thomas and James got everyone swirly chairs because they're awesome fight me. "John..."

"Huh?"

"It's about your father..."

"Burn it." John spun his chair back around and made a new canvas for his next commission.

"Why?"

"It's probably just a letter about how I ruined his life instead of a text because I blocked his number."

"That's sad. But, um, he didn't send it. It says 'in matters of Henry Laurens. My best regards to his son.' on front."

"Read it. It's probably not important and I couldn't care less about that bastard."

"To the eldest son of Henry Laurens, on the 14th of May your father die from food poisoning-"

"Fuck... "

"He dedicated all his belongings to you too-"

"He hated me, why would he give me his stuff?"

"He wrote in his journal that he wished he'd had a better relationship with his oldest son. He regrets the pain he put you through but didn't think you'd believe him he said it. May you heal from this pain quickly."

"He cared about me?" John was confused. All he's ever heard from his father was that he was a mistake, no soon if his, and am embarrassment.

"There's a package, too." Abby exhaled. John stood and took it. He opened the box and covered his mouth.

A damaged rainbow flag. His first act of rebellion. Right before he left for good, he'd hid a pride flag in his room. He kept it.

John held it up. He wrote tears from his eyes. He picked up Phillip gently. Phillip never cried when he woke up, he just yawned. John held him to his chest.

"No mistakes with this one. He will always be loved, no matter what!" John decided. He laid guys soon back in his crib and tire the torn flag to the side.

A damaged flag.

Daaaamn that's a good name for a book.