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- John Laurens's POV -
- Modern -

We were in love, you and I.  We were like those couples you'd see in the movies; we were hopeless romantics, falling deeply in love with every glance at each other.  We found an apartment together in the city, as happy as ever as I worked at the hospital and you found your way to the lawyer's office, where Washington and Jefferson worked.  We were happy, finally finding our way through life. 

We then found Phillip, our boy, whom we adopted after finding out his parents died during a house fire.  We quickly found a larger, more safe apartment where Phillip could grow up happier.  We loved him as he slowly grew up, watching as he took his first steps and said his first word.  We were happy.  

Of course, not every ending for a couple is happy.  

I don't remember what happened, just pain.  I watched the light turn green as I was driving to get to the hospital for my shift.  I remember a loud horn as something hit the side of my car, sending my car flying.  I have no clue what happened after that point.  

I kind of remember how Alexander's voice sounded as he spoke to me.  I was guessing I was in a hospital bed, in a coma from the crash.  He sounded in pain like he was losing something precious to him.  I wanted to hold his hand and tell him I was alright, but I could hear my heartbeat slowing down.  I remember his screams as many steps entered the room.  

I then ended up in this emptiness, floating carelessly.  I was then I guess "teleported" to the world I wanted to be in.  I was back at the apartment Alex and I owned, cries of a child ringing in the air.  I heard a groan and a man with long hair standing.  It was Alex, carrying a crying three-year-old.  Little Phillip was clinging to his father, crying his eyes out as Alex carried him to the kitchen.  

"Alex," Lafayette appeared from the guest bedroom.  "Are you doing okay?  Do you want me to take him?"

"No, it's okay," Alex said, placing Phillip down on a dining room chair.  "Phillip, do you want some breakfast?"

"No!  I want Papa!" he cried out.  

Alex's face dropped to a frown, tears pricking his eyes slightly.  I stepped forward, wanting to embrace the beautiful man.  "Phillip, I know you miss him.  How about we visit his grave later today?"

"No!" the small boy whined.  "I want him now!"

Alex sighed deeply, covering his eyes.  "I know.  Me too."

Hercules appeared from the guest bedroom, walking over to Phillip and Alex.  "Here, let me take him.  You go have some breakfast."

Hercules picked up the small child and hugged him as he cried.  Alexander peeked from behind his hands, watching Herc walk back to the bedroom.  I watched as my husband walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, tears now staining his cheeks.  "I miss you, John," I heard him whisper.  

"I miss you, too, Alex," I mumbled.  Alex didn't react to my voice, probably because he couldn't hear me.  

After that, I began to follow Alexander around.  I followed him to work, to the playground, everywhere.  I watched Phillip grow up, happy, and healthy.  Two years passed since I died, and I noticed the change of mood.  The family I once had changed for the better, becoming more positive as time progressed.  

Phillip started his first day of Kindergarten, Alex walking him to and from school.  He must've had a difficult time doing that while working as a lawyer, but he made it work for both of them.  Washington became an aid for the two, babysitting and picking up the boy when Alexander became too swamped with work.  

I watched as Thomas Jefferson, a co-worker of Alex's, became closer to my husband.  I was cheerful to watch Alexander fall in love again.  It sometimes was rough to watch as he became closer to him, but as long as Alex was happy, I was happy.  

My birthday came quickly.  Phillip skipped school that day, his father dragging him from the apartment to the cemetery.  I followed as they walked with flowers in their hands.  I stopped behind my gravestone, Alex and Phillip facing me.  "Happy birthday, Papa," Phillip said, placing the flowers down in front of the grave.  

Alex bent down in front of my grave, becoming the same height as Phillip.  "Happy birthday, sweetheart.  I hope you're doing well," Alex wiped his eyes.  "We miss you dearly.  Have a great birthday."

Alex planted the flowers carefully and stood back up.  "Come on, Phillip.  I'll drop you off at school."

"I don't wanna go," he looked up at Alex.  "I wanna stay with you."

Alex picked him up.  "Okay.  We can go watch Disney movies and eat ice cream.  How about that?"

"Yay!"

In the next few hours, I watched the Disney movie with them, Phillip fast asleep.  Alexander put him to bed and turned off the movie.  He went to the bedroom and fell onto the bed.  I watched his face scrunch up as tears finally fell.  "I miss you so damn much.  Why did you leave so early?"

Sobs filled the room, his arm covering his eyes as he laid there.  I wish I could hug him, comfort him as he cried.  

A knock at the door interrupted Alex's crying, making Alex hush his sobs.  He took his time to stand up and walk over to the front door.  I followed and watched as he opened it.  "Thomas," I whispered.  

"Hey, doll," he mumbled, touching Alex's cheek.  "I forgot what day it was, but once I knew you took today off, I had to come to find you.  Are you doing alright?"

That broke Alex, making his legs give out.  Thomas quickly caught him and hugged him tightly.  Sobs fell from Alex's mouth, Thomas squeezing him.  Thomas shut the door with his free arm and pulled the smaller male closer.  Jefferson said nothing as Alex clung to him helplessly.  

After a little while of heartbreaking sobs, Alexander ended up drowsy on the taller male.  He picked the smaller one up and brought him to the bedroom.  He tucked him in and kissed the top of his head.  "Are you better now?"

Alex nodded his head and pulled on Thomas's hand.  "Stay."

Thomas nodded, watching as Alexander moved over to make room.  Thomas crawled in and Alex cuddled up to him.  I smiled as Alex hugged him tightly, falling asleep.  Thomas kissed his head once more and rubbed his back.  "John meant so much to you.  I know you loved him as much as you love Phillip.  John Laurens was a great man and I pray that he is happy, wherever he is."

I smiled brightly, the tears I've held back finally pouring down my face.  "Take care of him, Thomas Jefferson."

After that, I was at peace.

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Published 6-22-20