"Alex!" Martha called.

"Yeah?" Alex called back.

"Can you come downstairs? We want to talk with you!" Alex ran down the stairs, excitement bubbling up. The Washington's had adopted Alex's foster brother a few days ago, maybe it was his turn!

Alex's excitement dissapeared as he entered the living room, facing George and Martha Washington, and their son, Lafayette, their black faces giving them a hollow look, their eyes holding what seemed to be... Joy?

"W-what's going on?" Alex asked.

"Sit-down, boy!" George snapped. Alex flinched, George never talked to him like that.

However, Alex obeyed, and sat. "Was it something I did wrong?"

"No." Alex let out a sigh of relief

"But," Martha spoke up. "As you know, we just adopted Lafayette."

"Y-yes?"

"And we would like to adopt you as well, but-" Alex gulped. When "but" entered the conversation, it was never a good sign.

"But... What?" Alex whispered.

George opened his mouth once again to speak. "We've come to a realization that two boys are much too hard to take care of. Not only that, but you tend to be the problem child."

"And you are the most expensive," Martha piped in.

"And do you have any clue how needy you are?!?" Washington finished. Alex could only stare in shock.

"They had to pick one child, petit lion, and they picked moi." Lafayette smugly said.

"What it's come to, Alexander, is the fact that we don't love you anymore." All three said simultaneously, their eyes glaring unblinkingly into his eyes.

Tears burned in Alex's eyes. He couldn't believe what he had heard. He wouldn't believe it... It wasn't true!

"We don't love you anymore." The words circled around in his brain. Over and over.

"We don't love you anymore."

"We. Don't. Love. You. Anymore."

The figures of Alex's ex-family circled around the sobbing boy, whispering the phrase as the room becan to change, dumping him back in the orphanage where he watched his younger self bullied relentlessly. Alex screamed and whirled around as he felt someone touch his back. He looked up to see his biological father.

James grinned wickedly. "We don't love you. No body does. Nobody loves you, Alexander Hamilton."

~

Alexander woke with a start and sat up in bed, fat tears running down his face.

Alex's limbs were tangled up in the bedsheets and Alex couldn't help but feel trapped as he struggled. He tried to figure out where he was, but he was too overcome from the nightmare to think straight.

The only thing he could do was call for Washington. Dad. It felt so right and he couldn't stop it until after it came out.

"DA!" Alex screamed, sobbing. "DA!! DADDY!!"

Alex heard a door slam and heavy footsteps quickly approaching his room. The door swung open and the light suddenly glared down at the boy.

"Alexander!?" Washington called, out of breath. Alex could see his fearful expression through his tears.

"Daddy..." Alex whimpered, struggling to free his arms. Washington moved towards the bed and sat down, gently undoing the sheets tightly wrapped around the boys small body.

As soon as he was set free, Alex launched himself into Washington's lap, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck and cries into his shoulder.

"Alexander, shh. It's okay, I'm here. You're safe- it's going to be okay." Washington whispered soothingly, rubbing his son's back until his sobs had been reduced to hiccups and quiet whimpers.

"Alex, what happened?" Washington gently whispered. Alex only tightened his grip on his father. "Alexander?" Washington promoted.

"Don't leave me.." Alex whispered.

"What?" Washington asked, not having heard him the first time.

Alex lifted his head to look into Washington's eyes. "Promise me you won't leave me.."

Washington's gaze softened. "I won't ever leave you. Not ever. It's not happening- I love you with all my heart and that's never going to happen."

A few tears slipped as Alex remembered his dream. "A-am I... A problem child? And am I too...." Alex looked away. "Am I too needy?"

Washington sighed and gently lifted a hand to pull Alex's chin towards Washington's face. "You are not the "problem child". And you are not "too needy"! Where did you hear this? Who told you those things?" Alex saw the rage in his father's eyes at the thought of someone making him feel unloved.

"N-no one... I-i had a dream. You and Mom adopted Laf but not me and- and you s-said that I was problematic and expensive and needy and that y-you didn't.... Love me any-anymore. A-and Laf said that you could only raise one child and you guys c-chose him over me and-and-" Alex screwed his eyes shut, crying again as he relived the dream.

Washington had nothing but love in his eyes and he soothed Alex. "Then what happened?" He gently prompted, wanting to know the whole story so he could comfort his son.

"I-i was back in the orphanage.." Alex's voice was barely a whisper and Washington had to strain to hear it. "I watched myself as a child get bullied... And then I saw m-my biological father and he-he told me th-that you didn't love me, that he didn't love me, and that no one loved me and no-no one would ever l-love me ever..." Alex finished, curling up into Washington's chest and playing with the small buttons on his pyjama shirt.

"Alex... Oh, Alex." Alex began to cry. "Alex, look at me."

He hesitantly looked up and studied the love shining in his dad's eyes. Alex subconsciously flinched when Washington brushed a lock of sweaty hair from his face. Alex let out a tiny whimper.

"Alex. I love you. I love you so, so much. Nothing could ever change that. And, don't tell Laf, but I would choose you over him any day. I don't understand his bursts of Baguette and they annoy me." Alex quietly laughed, knowing that his father was only joking- he loved both his son's equally and had a personal translater sitting in his lap.

Washington smiled softly, proud that he had made his son laugh. "Not only that, but your biological father is a worthless piece of crap. If he ever told you that me and Martha loved you any less, than he's lying. Understand?"

Alex nodded rapidly, and he couldn't agree more with the fact that his biological father was a worthless piece of crap. "Understood." Alex giggled.

"Good." Washington booped Alex's nose and pulled him closer to his chest, resting his chin on Alex's head. "I love you, son."

Alex closed his eyes, relishing the warmth of his father's arms wrapped around his body. "I love you too... Dad."

Washington couldn't be more happier when he heard those words pop out of his son's mouth. Washington almost burst with joy, but he held still, only standing up when Alexander's breathing evened out, signiling that he had fallen asleep.

Washington pulled back the wrinkled sheets and laid Alex down on his side, pulling the blankets to his shoulders. Washington leaned down and gently kissed his son's forehead, then turned to exit the the room.

"Dad?" Washington turned at the whisper.

"Yes?"

"Stay." Alex whispered. Washington closed his eyes, sighing. Washington turned out the light then slipped under the covers.

"Goodnight, Alex." Washington whispered.

"Good...night. Dad.." Alex yawned, falling asleep once again.

~

Once Washington knew the boy was fast asleep, he slipped out of the bed and tiptoed down the hall, rejoining his wife.

"George?" She asked as he slipped under the covers.

George hummed a response.

"What did Alex need?" Martha whispered.

"Bad dream. But he called me 'dad'." George smiled, wrapping his arms around Martha. She tested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"That's great, dear." And with that, both Washington's fell asleep.

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