"Martha is pregnant!?"

This became a surprise to all of us, including Alex who was still gawking at that doctor- I forget his name, whatchamacallit.

"Wait...how? Isn't she like, old as hell?" I ask in complete and udder confusion and George glares at me. 'Nuff said I guess.

"Hello, I'm not that old!" Martha snapped but then turned her attention back to the doctor. "How long on am I?" She asks, which I guess means how long has she been pregnant? I don't know. Woman are weird (watcha damn mouth thomas. Angelica might be near)

"Four weeks, technically a month if you'd like to put it bluntly." He says, still reading his papers.

"Wait, but how!? I thought Martha was infertile, that means she can't get pregnant, right?" George spoke with confusion. Honestly I was confused as well. It's weird seeing your teacher's wife in a hospital bed.

"Yeah, well apparently one got out of its cage, amiright?" Doctor Twix chuckled, flipping through some more papers.

"Maybe you two were just doing it wrong, tell me, were you top or bottom, sir?"

"Mon dieu! There are children here!" Laf practically screeched and doctor Cheez Itz gasped. "Oh snap, you're right." I held back a laugh as he covered Alexander's ears, adding afterwards, "Dude, you are definitely top."

Alex batted his hands away from his ears, visibly irritated. "George you didn't tell me you and Martha were having sex."

I watched as George scoffed, crossing his arms. "You have no business in my sex life." He defended and I SWEAR me and Mulligan are wheezing from laughing.

"To be honest, I wonder if the poor kid can hear the walls moan at night." I heard the doctor whisper to Jemmy, who was visibly uncomfortably standing in the corner of the room.

"Can you guys grow up, we have bigger problems than who's having sex right now!" John, who was still eating and chewing that damn sub like a camel, spoke up.
Like, the shit is simple, close your mouth and chew. Lord have mercy..

"There he is!" Two police officers and a man in his underwear rush in. What the actual hell? The officers grab doctor Sticks by his arms. Honestly, so much stuff is happening I'm not even surprised anymore. "Mr. Miranda, you are under arrest for faking to be a doctor." The officer announced. "Give me back my clothes you pathetic piece of shit." The half naked man said with a heavy German accent.

"Nice underwear," I laugh at his tightie whities. Alex sends me glance. "But of course my boyfriend's are better." I add which makes him rolls his eyes but smile.

"Wait, so that's a fake doctor?" Hercules asked the officers who at first, seemed a little intimidated by his voice. "Yes. Mr. Miranda here, has being pretended to be lots of people, like a small shop owner, a doctor, a producer, even a play writer! Can you believe it?"

I shrug. "So is Martha really pregnant?" Alex asked, slipping under my arm.

"Oh yeah, she's knocked the fuck up. Whoever hit her better pray they don't get twins 'cause... wooo..." Mr. Miranda says before being dragged away by the cops. The naked guy runs after them.

"Well...that happened." Madison commented from the corner. I agree. I would say that was the weirdest thing I'd seen all day but I've walked in on John wearing a shark costume and dancing to 'Barbie Girl'.

"So, pregnant?" I almost smile at how George looks at Martha. Almost as if they'd been waiting for a baby. They actually probably have.

"Yeah.." Martha smiles back.

"I'm gonna have a sister!" Lexi cheered, hugging me tightly. I kiss his forehead and smile down at him. "What if it's a boy?"
His face went blank for a moment before cheering again, "I'm gonna have a sister!"  I roll my eyes. Wouldn't that be something though? The thought of a little Washington running around barking orders at everyone and their mamas.

"Well, looks like we're getting a new member to the Hamilsquad!" Hercules laughed and we all agree. Wait..

"Why is it called the Hamilsquad? Why not the Jeffersquad?"

"Because Hamilsquad is more cooler." Alex rolls his eyes while saying. I kinda laugh. "Pshh, whatever. I guess you're right."

"John, mon enfant moche, please spare me a peice of your sub!" I turn to where Lafayette was begging John for a peice of his sandwich. "John's been nibbling on that thing for years! I doubt he's going to share." George inquires, latching his hand with Martha's.

.....not the best time skip but whatever...

MariaIsYourBoo
Good luck on that game tomorrow

I look up from my phone with wide eyes. Oh shit. I forgot..

"Alex!"

"Marty!" I hear him yell from the small half kitchen in our dorm.

"Alex I'm not playing!"

"Marty!"

I groan and trudge to the mini kitchen, where Alexander's dumb ass stood, rocking his messy mom bun on his head. He messed up one of my Oakland hoodies which had what I think was pancake mix on it, and I am ferking mad but I shall hold my peace.

"Yo, I totally forgot I have a game tomorrow." I say, grabbing a pancake from his plate and escaping just in time so I don't get caught.

"So?" He turns towards me a with a look displaying slight confusion.

"Our date?"

"Oh...OH. Okay. What about it?"

I groan, face palming myself. "When you even paying attention?"

"I mean yeah, I'm sorry but you're just waving that pancake around- I got distracted." He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. I try to glare but end up smiling. "Psh, whatever." I pause to slip into seriousness, "but for real, remember I'm subbing for Lee tomorrow for the game? We might have to postpone our date."

He furrows his eyebrows, which I'm jealous of because they are perfectly arched, and sighs. "Well maybe we can just go on a walk then? Like after the game?"

"Hammy, it'd be the middle of the night-"

"Which is even better." He beamed, snatching a bite of the pancake that flopped in my right hand. "See? I gets it done Tommy boy." He chuckled, snatching my entire pancake.

"Now go sit down, I'm not finished, yet." He pushed me out and onto the couch, mouth full of pancake. I give him a goofy grin and he returns the offer by sticking his tongue out, which was covered in mushy pancake.

"Eww! Get away with that shit!"

...
When Alex finally wakes up, he decided to meet up with the sisters, me saying he because I didn't want to go, but of course being the nice and lovely new boyfriend I am, I agreed to go. He shouldn't have agreed to walk three times around the football field last night. It really gave him a workout. But considering that was our first date, I guess you could say we're a couple now. Though I still feel a little unsure. It's complicated.

Much to my dismay.

We met up with the sisters at around lunchtime, just on campus. We all cramped on the stairs leading up to the massive college. We would've fit perfectly if Maria hadn't come. (for some reason she just loves being in the tea)

"Ev'ryone say cheese!"

I put on a half smile as Peggy's phone clicked three times, signifying she took three of the same pictures. Who does that?

After we're done meeting with the sisters and talking about school and junk, I was happy to head back to the dorm. Alex however, was not. He pouted all the way there about I don't even know what.

"Why are you upset?" I ask him when we finally get back to our dorm.

He tossed his jacket on the couch, "I'm not."

"Hon, yes you are. You were fine when we were with the sisters, what's up?"

He sat down on the ground which had me confused because the couch is right there. "That one dude, the one who looked like Colonel Sanders-"

I snort.

"-he had said somethin' about us holding hands when his Ronald McDonald headass walked past us."

"Alex-"

"He said that we're a disgusting couple but did you see him and his wife?! His wife looks like a freaking vulture!" I sit down on the floor in front of him and just watch him rant. The way his face moves as he gets even more mad or how he waves his hands in the air when he talks. It's amusing.

"...I would've said something back- he better be lucky I have some God in me because I honestly would've pulled off his fake ass mullet-"

I grab his hands, since they came too close to my face, and hold them. "Alex, chill."

"But Thomas-"

"Breathe."

"I-"

"Alex."

He pouts but then takes a deep breath. He looks up at my eyes with a frown on which makes me smile. "It's alright. He can take his Colonel Sanders ass back to Kentucky because it doesn't matter what people say, stop getting so worked up because that guy said something. People are going to talk, doesn't mean you have to listen."

He looks away with his hands still in mine. "I hate it when you're right." He muttered. I pull him closer to me, "I'm always right." Humming, I peck his cheek.

He finally looks back at me and scoffs, leaning his head on mine, "Whatever."

"Whatever." I say back. He sighs before standing up, "Is it night time yet?" Getting to my feet I look at my watch. "Nah, since when are you so eager to sleep?"

"I'm not eager to sleep, I want to go on a walk." He pulled his ponytail out and brushed his fingers through his hair. My eyes follow him to the bathroom, "Again? Why at night?"

"Less human contact."

"Better chance of death," I add.

He pulled his hair into a high ponytail, groaning at how messy it looked. "Doesn't matter." I roll my eyes and walk to the bathroom, "Here, let me help." I undo the ponytail and start it over. I can feel him looking st me through the mirror but chose to ignore it. He sucked in a sharp breath when I tugged on a piece. "Too tight?" I ask.

He looks away but nods. I try to loosen my grip a little.

Alexannnnder-
Sometimes I really hate how oblivious Thomas can be.

It's irritating, really.

But then again how can he be so oblivious when I'm right in front of his and we're both facing the mirror. He pulled my hair again, I clench my fist.

"Sorry."

Yeah, sorry.

I watched his hands as he wrapped the hair tie around my hair. I bet those hands could do wonderful things- stop Alex.
"There, done." He stepped to the side to let me admire the pointless ponytail on my head. I will admit, he can do hair greatly. "Thanks.." I smile up at him.

"Mhm, no problem." He looks at it again before grinning. "Can I try another hairstyle?"

I shrug, missing the feeling of his hands in my hair. He grabs my wrist and walks into the main room, sitting on the couch and motioning me to the floor. I oblige and he starts taking out the ponytail. "What are you doing?"

"I'm french braiding your hair."

"Why?"

"Because you have no choice." He laughed, I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

"I saw how you reacted when I did this," he took a fist full on my hair and pulled it. I have to bite my lip. "That's because it hurts when you pull my- Thomass.." I groan when he pulls it again, covering my face with my hands.

I can hear him laughing, "Alex, you kinky, little, bastard!" I hold my breath. "Thomas stop.."
He removes his hands from my hair and I slide my hands off my face. "I hate you."

"You love me."

I scoff, looking at the ground, waiting for my cheeks to cool down. "I didn't know you had a hair kink."

"I don't-"

"What's so turning on about someone pulling you hair? Is it pain that turns you on? I'm so confused this is confusing, really. Because, like, what if a murderer beats you up and pulls your hair? Are you just going to be moaning the whole time? I don't get it, it's honestly confusing. What if I did it again? Would you just like, be turned on or-"

And he says I rant a lot.

I turn around and kiss his lips. Nothing different from any other times we've kissed. But this time it's more force. From me because I just want him to shut up. He seems surprised but then gives in. I push up on my toes, making him sink farther into the couch.

"Shut up, you obnoxious asshole." I breathe when we pulled apart. His hands find my hips and his eyes light up with sudden excitement, "Make me."

He pulled me closer, thus making me sorta straddle him in someway. My lips make way to his neck as I tangle my fingers in the belt loop of his dark ripped jeans. He gasps lightly.

"What are you doing, Lexi?" He breathes out and uses a hand to comb through my hair.

"What I want." I reply breathing down on the chocolate skin on his neck. I have to admit, this is my first time doing anything like this, I'm so thankful that I have read books with scenes like this. It's honestly really helpful.

Thomas stirs under the heat, "Really?"

"Yes or no?" I pull away and look him in the eyes. He look almost timid, as if I could take control of him and he wouldn't fight back. Is this what dominance feels like?

"Yes or no, what?"

"Just, yes or no?"

"...um..but, like-"

"Thomas, yes or no, do you want me to continue?"

I watch his eyes widened as he drew in a long breath. I watch his eyes shift nervously, I feel his grip tightened as if can hear his body screaming. I smirk.

"...yes."

Consent is such a good thing.

A/N: I really want some fast food. 2300+ words next chapter is the last.