Waking up beside Laurens was something Hamilton would probably never get totally used to. Turning over and seeing his sleeping face, so beautiful and so his in that moment, he could envision a better way to start the day. When he woke up that cold Monday morning, he inched closer to Laurens, nuzzling his face into his neck, not caring when the soft curls tickled his cheeks. When he kissed Laurens' chin he smiled, too happy to even think about waking him or moving. He'd been getting so much more sleep since being with Laurens, and even though that meant less time to write, he didn't care. For once, writing and working was settling into a steady second place. It seemed, to Hamilton, that this was the correct way to live, this is what he'd been waiting for, what all he'd done and been and written had led to.

"I love you," he whispered gently to the sleeping Laurens. He tried not to wake him, but Laurens was evidently a light sleeper, and the words stirred him awake.

"Hmm..morning babe..what was that?"

Hamilton's heart soared. How better to spend a sleepy morning than with this person who had such a tight hold on his heart? "I love you," he repeated, the smile never leaving his lips. Laurens returned the smile and lazily threw an arm around Hamilton's shoulders, drawing him even closer.

"I love you too, you fucking idiot."

"Uncalled for," he laughed. Then paused, remembering the previous day. Though he was generally a confident person, every single thing concerning Laurens threw Hamilton's thoughts into spiralling disarray. "Do you think your parents like me? I came off okay, right?"

"Of course you did, they loved you-"

Before Laurens could divulge completely, Hamilton's phone rang.

"It's Jefferson," he groaned, annoyed at the interruption and the call of actual responsibility. Laurens sighed and ran a hand through Hamilton's hair, twirling it around his fingers. Reluctantly, he answered.

"Jefferson, Sir."

"Hamilton! I'll have a copy sent to you by lunchtime today. We still need to discuss the cover, title.. and if you want me to get another of our authors to introduce it..."

"Wait where are you sending it to? I'm not at the studio yet.."

"I'm just getting the intern to call over with it I can get her to get it to your place?"

"Oh...ah well."

"You're at Laurens'?"

"...uh" A blush had taken over Hamilton's face, and was burning at his ears. "Yes?"

"...Ok she'll be over in an hour or so. It's late, Hamilton I hope you're working. Don't let whatever this is get in the way of your career. I doubt I have to remind you, you're already on a short leash. The two week deadline still stands and I'll judge where you go from there on the quality of the work you give me. Remember I can still make or break you, no one knows who you are. Yet.."

The silence between them was uncomfortable but Hamilton didn't really know how to respond. The tone of Jefferson's voice didn't have any of the friendliness it always seemed to ring of, even when he was being a prick. This was different, as if the mood of their relationship had abruptly changed. And he couldn't pinpoint why. Laurens had sat up, moving the sheets from Hamilton's lap so that he could pull himself up onto it, wrapping his legs around his waist and arms around his neck. "What's wrong?" He whispered into the skin of his shoulder.

"Hamilton?" Jefferson's voice startled him from more spiralling thoughts, snapped his mind back to the present, suddenly.

"Yes, sorry Sir. Point taken."

"Good. Call me when you get the copy."

Once he put down the phone, he turned to Laurens. Their faces where so close, Hamilton hadn't realised the immediacy of their proximity. When he realised Laurens was giving him a confused and questioning look, he explained, "It's Jefferson. He's... off. I don't know what exactly he's thinking and it's ...unnerving. I think he's planning something."

Laurens frowned. "Like what?"

"No idea. But whatever it is, I don't think it's going to be good."

They had actually made it out of bed, and were attempting to get some work done, when the buzzer rang, and Laurens let Jefferson's intern come up. That morning hadn't consisted of much other than Hamilton trying to write, then getting completely distracted by how good Laurens looked. His thoughts were totally unhinged from the fine-pointed and well-directed state they used to be in. Love was shaping his mind and moulding his entire world to fit with it's needs. And though he didn't care, he also didn't want Jefferson to ruin his career. That's what he'd implied, right? Hamilton was still so caught up on the threatening force Jefferson seemed to be becoming.

"Hey! That's great, thanks!" Laurens returned from the door holding the book in a paper bag, and offered it to Hamilton. "God, that's it? What is it like 700 pages???"

"Ahh. Maybe I've been sending Jefferson whatever else coincided with the original text so...ya probably around that."

"Wait, you gave him complete control over this?"

"I've talked to the editors, don't worry. Jefferson can be an ass but I'm not afraid of him." Though, as of right now, Hamilton wasn't sure if that was the truth.