A week had passed, and everyone was joyous about the recent engagement, and soon following holidays and traditions.
"So, what do you think we should do for Halloween?" Alexander lay on top of John, arms wrapped around the latter's torso.
"I don't know, Laf will probably want to do something French, Herc will probably want to go out drinking, Aaron will most likely want to stay home and watch Netflix or something…" Alex trailed off, nuzzling his head into the crook John's neck.
"Yeah... Well, we still have a few weeks to figure everything out. And after, we still have Christmas, and then we can get into full wedding mode."
Alex felt John grin. He imagined his tan, freckled face in the dim, nearly black darkness of their bedroom.
"Yeah…" Alexander ran his hand through John's curls, stopping halfway to nestle it there.
John's grinned widened, he then put one hand to Alex's back, the other resting on the back of the latter's head.
"I love you."
Alex grinned into John's skin, "I love you, too."
And they went to sleep like that, until about 5 in the morning.
"No, you're not going out without me."
"Please, Thomas. It's just John, Laf, and Herc," Alexander looked pleadingly at Thomas.
"What did you just say?" Fury burned in Thomas Jefferson's eyes, making him look the Devil himself.
"Thomas, please," Alexander was now backed against a wall, he held his hands up in surrender.
Slap.
Alexander gasped, hyperventilating. He hadn't dreamed of him in months. Why now? John stirred at his fiancé's sudden awakening.
"Alex? Everything okay?" John's voice was drowned in concern and drowsiness, tinged slightly with fear. Alex just shook his head as a tear rolled down his cheek and onto John's skin. Was he crying?
"Shh, Shh. It's alright," John stroked the smaller man's hair, not knowing what Alex had dreamed about, just knowing that he needed comfort.
It took a few minutes for Alexander to calm to a reasonable level, and when he did, John was rushing to the bathroom to get him a glass of water. Alex sat up, hugging his knees against his chest, panic overwhelming him. John handed Alex the glass, sitting down next to him on the bed, his face screwed in concern.
"You okay?" John rubbed small circles into Alex's left shoulder, an attempt at calming him slightly.
"John, I dreamed about him," Alex gasped, sobbing into his hands.
John felt terrible, he remembered how he hadn't even batted an eye when Alex had gotten more anxious, how many bruises he got.
"Oh, Alex." John pulled Alexander to him, shifting so the boy could cry into his shoulder.
Alexander did exactly that. An immigrant orphan, sobbing into a much larger, just as loving man, embracing the other. It was a sight, and that's how they were found a mere 20 minutes later by their roommates.
There was a knock at the bedroom door, "I heard sobbing, is everything alright?" the French voice echoed through the door.
Lafayette's French accent was more pronounced when he was concerned, he often took it whenever Alex was the subject of concern in high school.
"Yeah, everything's alright," John lifted his head so that his voice wasn't muffled.
"D'accord. I'm coming in."
Lafayette opened the door, illuminating his frizzy hair and large, muscular frame.
"What happened?" The French man sat down aside from both of them, though keeping his eyes on his younger brother.
"Just a nightmare, nothing too bad," Alex shook his head. The statement was true, though sometimes he would dream of his words in the tone of John, or Lafayette, or Eliza, or any of his friends and family, really.
"If you need anything, remember, you can always wake John or I," Lafayette didn't know if his grammar was correct, but he got the point well across.
"I know," Alex nodded as the hallway light shone on them.
"Hey, we might as well start getting ready, we have errands to run today."
John stretched and yawned for a minute, sitting up straighter, hand finding Alex's back once more. He didn't really enjoy the thought of getting up and getting ready, but he knew it would help rouse Alex.
"Can we just stay in bed today? You're still off work for a few more days, and we are up to date on everything." Alex pleaded with John, doing puppy-dog eyes at him to convince him.
Lafayette groaned at them, standing up and gliding to the door, "have a sleep day, copains. You seem to need it. Oh, et s'il te plaît, arrête de flirter tout le temps. Ça devient gênaunt quand on est parfois l'un sur l'autre." He winked and strode back to his and Hercules's bedroom.
"Oh, and please stop flirting all the time. It gets awkward when you are all over each other sometimes."
Alex chuckled, then laid back down, pulling John down to the mattress with him.
John giggled, his eyes crinkling upwards and his smile showing his pearly white teeth, "You know we still have to do something. Like, go grocery shopping."
Alex groaned, his eyebrows knitting together. "Yeah, no. I like my idea better." He curled back into John, who was still attempting to rouse Alex once more, with little motivation to get up himself, and ended up wrapping his arms around Alex and allow himself to drift off.
When they awoke, a loud commotion was coming from the kitchen and living area.
Hey. It's been a while, and I'm really sorry about that. I haven't been able to write and a bunch of stuff from my personal life has been coming up. This is no promise I'll update every day, but I'm starting to plan what I'm doing for everything.
But thank you so much that has been reviewing and favoriting my works, it means so much. I'm going to work more on How Lucky We Are To Be Alive Right Now.
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