Happy Saturday, lovelies! This chapter is just a tiny bit of fluff because I remembered that I got one guest review a while back asking for a drunk Alex. I don't know if that guest is still reading this story, but if you are, this is for you. I couldn't find a way to fit this into last chapter, since I didn't want to disrupt the flow of that one, so it's in its own chapter. Small note, I used Google Translate for the Spanish in this chapter. Also, buckle in folks. The new year is here and I have some things planned. Hope you're ready! ~Shaymie

"Hey Hamilton, get your filthy fucking hands off of my sister!" Darcy yelled, glaring at Alex. I rolled my eyes. The second we had brought her to Thomas' house, she had been drinking nonstop and complaining about the party she had left. Me and Angelica had to keep reminding her to drink water so she wouldn't wake up with a killer hangover. I was glad Thomas' parents didn't keep anything stronger than wine in the house. John placed a hand on her lower back and steered her back to the couch before she punched Alex in the face. She huffed and glared at Alex, who had his hand on my shoulder and a cocky grin on his face. Somehow I felt like they were going to start off the new year with a fight.

"Why don't we all switch to water?" Eliza asked, walking over to the kitchen. Thomas and Herc simultaneously groaned from their spots on the floor. We had long since given up trying to pick them up. Darcy turned her gaze over to Herc, a small grin on her face.

"Aren't you Irish, Herc? Shouldn't you be able to handle a little bit of wine?"

"Dar, we're Irish too, and you've barely had a bottle and you're already stupid drunk- Al, stop that." I batted Alex's hand away from my face, where he had been lightly running his finger over my cheek. He giggled drunkenly and kissed my cheek. Even though he was annoying, he was also really cute when he was drunk.

"Dijiste que eras hispana," he murmured, putting his head on my chest. I sighed as his hand went back to my face, stroking my cheek again.

"Listen Al, there's a lot of things in me. These freckles didn't come from nowhere." He blinked up at me slowly, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. He cupped my cheek and stared into my eyes. His face was flush from the alcohol, and I could tell that he was on the verge of falling asleep. I sighed and helped him up from the couch. I wasn't going to be his pillow all night. I'd just take him to a guest room. Angelica got up to support his other side.

"Eres tan hermosa. Tus pecas son como ... estrellas," he slurred, his words slightly sluggish. I rolled my eyes. What was his obsession with my damn freckles? Angelica raised an eyebrow as she looked at me. I knew that she hadn't known that I could understand Spanish. I didn't know much, but between John teaching me, the little I knew from my father, and what I learned at school, I could understand some. I opened one of the guest rooms, and together Angelica and I managed to get him into the bed. She dusted her hands off as she looked down at him.

"You sure are something, Hamilton."

"Thanks, Angie," I smiled as she left the room. I took my sweater off, folding it neatly and setting it on the foot of the bed. Thomas kept the house incredibly warm. Alex smiled at me as I climbed into bed next to him, his eyes glistening. He pulled me close and started kissing my neck. It sent shivers down my spine, especially when he started sucking and nipping, all gentleness forgotten. He was definitely going to leave a few marks. He knew just what made me tick, my head lolling back in complete bliss. My eyes were halfway shut when he pulled back. I opened my eyes to look at him and realized that he was still drunk. And we were in Thomas' house. We couldn't have sex now. We didn't even have condoms!

"You're really pretty, Lo…" Alex giggled, reaching up to mess with my hair. "Do you have any idea how much I want to have sex with you right now?"

"Al, you're drunk."

"Drunk sex is the best, Lo."

"Alex, we don't have any condoms. And I don't know about you, but I'm not going to be ready for kids for a long time." He pouted but nodded, pulling me close to him. I could smell the wine on his breath and sighed. He was definitely going to be hungover in the morning. Hopefully Thomas didn't kick us out too early. I had already called George and Martha and told them that we were probably going to get home late tomorrow. I wasn't sure how I'd be able to deal with three hungover idiots, but that was a problem for future Lorin.

"If we had a son, what would you name him?" Alex asked quietly, twirling a bit of my hair around his finger. Where did this line of questioning come from? Of all the things for Alex to drunkenly say, this wasn't one of them."My brother had the misfortune of being named after my father. I don't think I would ever do something like that. I'd want my son to be his own man."

"Hunter," I said after a few moments of thought. I'd always thought that was a cool name.

"Hunter? That's like a… a boy band name." I narrowed my eyes. He laughed and started planting gentle kisses on my face. I closed my eyes happily. He was always so gentle with me… Even when we'd had sex for the first time, which he had clearly been excited about, he went at my pace, never rushing. He didn't care that I couldn't speak sometimes. He didn't care that I had panic attacks a lot. He loved me for me… For some strange reason.

"Like you have a better name," I snorted. Alex quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Philip." He paused. "Philip Hunter. That would be a nice name." He grinned as he started drifting off to sleep. I didn't bother mentioning that I wasn't pregnant, and would probably not be pregnant for a long time. I wanted to have kids, but I was scared of the idea of bringing a life into this world. I didn't want to burden someone else with a fucked-up brain. It was hard enough for me to live, I couldn't imagine making someone else go through this. I opened my mouth, prepared to voice these concerns to Alex, but quickly shut it when a loud snore came from him. We could worry about kids later. We were only seventeen, after all. We had all the time in the world.