Hamilton Oneshots!

War's Over {Laurens x Reader}

This oneshot was made after the book was marked as 'complete', which is why it may seem different compared to the ones around it. It also takes the place of my old oneshot titled "Life"

pairing; john laurens x reader

time; hamiltime

warnings; none

type of oneshot; mostly fluff

requested?; nope

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Your POV

When word came into the town in New York I lived in that the battle for Yorktown was approaching, I hoped it'd be the last battle that kept my husband from coming home. According to John's most recent letter, they were fairly sure this was the last siege, and that he'd be coming home when it was over. We'd practically be free if him and the others won.

However, the soldiers were going to Virginia. Farther away than I'd like, especially with John and his reckless and violent nature on the field. But I could only trust the thought that he'd be alright.

According to the town crier, the battle had officially begun on September twenty-eighth. So the true wait had begun.

~ October 30 ~

The Battle of Yorktown had lasted twenty days. Our soldiers won, and word was going about town the soldiers would be home any day now.

I finally started focusing on cleaning up the house. I didn't need John coming back home to any messes- not that he'd get mad, anyways.

"Hear ye! I have an important message from General Washington!"

Curious, I set down the broom and going to the front door. Opening it revealed other women doing the same as the crier stood in the middle of the street.

"The Continental Army is back in New York! The soldiers are expected to arrive tomorrow by noon!"

I felt a newfound sense of excitement. Even from distances away, I saw wives, sisters, and mothers with relieved and happy expressions, and young boys pushing past out into the street, shouting excitedly.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough, especially since I had something special for my husband. Or, rather, a tiny someone.

~ October 31, 1781 - 12:14 PM ~

The streets had gone from empty to starting to get crowded, so I opted to stay at least on my porch. It was risky, and I was not going out into the crowd when I had a three-month-old daughter and no one to watch her instead.

Once I heard cheering and applause a short time later, I didn't even have to look out to know what it meant.

I was upstairs, making sure Frances was alright when I heard the front door. I paused, listening silently.

"Mrs. Laurens?" I knew my husband's voice anywhere, even if it had been a year since I'd seen him.

Picking up my skirt, I went down the stairs. Sure enough, John was by the now closed front door. His blue uniform coat was already off, white shirt sleeves rolled up.

He looked up when he heard my footsteps, a smile crossing his face. "It's been too long, my darlin'."

Unable to help my own smile, I walked over to him. He held out his hand, and I placed mine in his. John placed a kiss on the top, but when he had lowered our hands, instead of letting go, he gently pulled me to him.

I wrapped my arms around John's neck, his going around my waist. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "One year never felt so extended.."

"I know," I responded, pulling back after a moment, "but there's someone I want you to meet, my love."

"Well? Lead the way, darlin'."

I held John's arm, starting back to the stairs. Going upstairs and down the hall, I opened our bedroom door.

John's hazel eyes scanned over the room, but he looked at me shortly after he noticed the crib. I simply smiled, continuing to hold his arm as I led him over to the crib.

Once in front of the crib, John looked at Frances, both surprise as well as love in his eyes. "Darlin', you never told me.."

"I thought to surprise you," I laughed softly. "Meet Frances Eleanor Laurens. She's three-months-old."

John had told me just days before our wedding that he wanted to name his daughter Frances Eleanor. I loved the name, and so that's what I chose while he was away.

John reached into the crib, his thumb gently brushing against her cheek. Frances stirred a bit, eyes opening to reveal John's bright hazel color. She stared up at him curiously, cooing quietly as a small smile crossed her face at his touch.

My husband hesitated a moment, but picked Frances up as carefully as he could. It was honestly interesting to see John, someone apparently so violent on the battlefield, holding an infant so carefully. But it made me happy.

To make things better, Frances seemed to trust him instantly. Her head rested against his chest, continuing to look up at him as she raised her little hand.

John moved his hand, letting her tiny fingers curl around his own index finger. "She's an angel, darlin'... I can't even begin to describe.."

He decided to gently bounce her after a bit, making her smile brighter as she held his finger. A smile crossed John's face too. "God..."

I laughed quietly. "Why don't you try rocking her, love? Then she can have her nap."

"Angel, I don't exactly know how to do that..."

"It's simple, my love. Just gently sway her back and forth," I instructed.

John did so, and it was a little awkward at first, but he quickly got used to it.

Frances yawned, letting go of John's finger. He put his arm back, holding her more securely. Her eyes eventually fluttered shut again. I could tell she was asleep within a few more moments.

John seemed to notice too, and I could tell he was reluctant to put her down. His thumb stroked her cheek gently, and after pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, he set her in her crib.

I led him quietly out of the room. After shutting the bedroom door, I looked back at him, a smile on my face. "So?"

"You definitely surprised me, my darlin'. But.. it's a beautiful surprise. I already love her so much, and I love you so much," John responded, a content smile on his face. He set his hands on my waist, kissing my temple.

"And now you're all done," I added after a few moments.

My husband nodded, knowing what I was talking about. "The war's over, angel. Now I can focus on the family we've become."