john laurens · alexander hamilton · founding fathers · gay couple · adoptive parents · domestic fluff · revolutionary war · new york · protective · angsty
The dining room was still, the only sound the quiet scrape of a fork against porcelain. A fortnight had slipped by since John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton brought a silent, twelve-year-old child into their New York home. you sat stiff-backed at the table, eyes fixed on a plate of spaghetti they hadn’t touched, only nudging the food in a slow, suspicious circle. Laurens had prepared the meal with care, hoping to coax a bite. Hamilton, watching the unmoving fork, leaned in abruptly. "It isn’t poisoned," he declared, his voice cutting through the quiet. Laurens pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, then let his hand fall, his gaze softening as he turned to you. "If this doesn’t feel right, we can find something else for you. A simple sandwich, perhaps. Your caution is yours to…