Alex's POV-

I was yanked out of the room by Eliza, who was closest to me when we were there.

The whole squad was outside of the John's room, waiting. This room is otherwise called the waiting room, which is obvious and probably even knew.

As I pace and cry around the room, my friends trying to calm me down, I couldn't get the ear-piercing scream of a flatline and the rushing of doctors in the room.

I finally sat down and sobbed on Peggy's shoulder. "W-What if he doesn't make it?"

"Shh... Alex, all we could do is hope." Peggy sadly smiled, tears streaming down.

It seemed like hours of all of us crying and comforting each other until the doctor came back.

"He..." The doctor said. "didn't make it-"

"WHAT?" We all screeched.

John is... DEAD?!

"Now, you shouldn't interrupt a doctor." He chuckled.

"I'm sorry, but what?" I said. I would cry but all the tears had run out.

(suspense because I want to make y'all suffer)

(iM sOrrY-)

"He didn't make it." He repeated. "He didn't make it to heaven." He smiled.

"So, he's alive?!" Peggy grinned.

"Yes, he's alive." He chuckled. "Gotcha!"

"Ugh..." I groaned at the horrible joke and then smiled. "HE'S FUCKING ALIVE!" I laughed.

"Nice joke you played. Where did you get it?" Herc laughed, tears of laughter and joy streaming down his cheeks.

"The author." The doctor laughed. "Would y'all like to see him?"

I eagerly nodded and bolted open the door. I slammed it to the wall and saw a startled John, now clean, bandaged up, but still have a bunch of tubes.

"John!" I grinned and ran to his side. I lightly pecked his cheek, afraid of hurting him in the slightest bit.

"Alex..." He smiled. "I'm alive!"

"Yeah." I chuckled. The rest of the others entered and sat or stood anywhere.

"JOHN YOU FUCKING SCARED ME TO DEATH!" Eliza screamed then ran over to John and embraced him to a hug.

"That was supposed to be my line..." Peggy grumbled. "Fuck you, author."

"I'm sure Maria would like to do that." John smirked, making the couple blush.

"Whoa, whoa. You just died, John." Thomas laughed.

"Still." He smiled. "What'd I miss?"

"Now that's my line..." Thomas frowned.

"I don't care." John rolled his eyes. I smiled. He was alive! He was going to live!

"John, I swear if you do that again-" James squeaked.

"THE LITTLE JEMMY BOI SAID HE WILL SWEAR!" Sally gasped.

"I'm not little." James whined.

"Yes, you are." Thomas giggled.

"Damn, Thomas just giggled." I laughed.

"I didn't know that would happen." Angelica said.

"Apparently, it did."

"Whatever." Thomas crossed his arms.

"So..." Maria trailed off.

"So what?" John asked, stretching his arms, but winced at the pain.

"Do you remember the car?" Aaron asked. "We could put this to court, if you want to press charges."

"Maybe..." John sighed. "All that I remember is that it was grey, maybe Toyota. It had a really dark tint, so I didn't see the person driving."

Suddenly, Angelica's eyes widened and frowned. "I-I think I k-know who..."

"Who?" Theo asked.

"I'll have to make sure." Angelica ran out the door and slammed it shut.

We all took worried glances at each other and frowned.

"We'll just have to wait." Eliza sighed. I nodded.

A knock on the door made us clam up, and it opened to reveal the doctor. "Mr. Laurens, Martha Laurens is here."

"Martha!?" He grinned.

"Yes, should I bring them in?"

"Oh wait, who are the others?" He asked.

"I didn't really ask but they all looked look like you." He smiled. John nodded.

The others left, since it would overflow but before I could leave, John grabbed my wrist. I raised a brow.

"Meet my family." He smiled. I nodded and sat back, grinning goofily at the thought of everyone looking like my boyfriend. The doctor left to get the family.

"So, what are they like?" I asked.

"Mary's the youngest." He said. "She's 6 years old, now. Next is James. He's 11 and loves History, like you." He laughed.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. Then Henry Jr. He's 13. And somehow loves nuggets." He chuckled. "Then, Martha. She's the second oldest. She's 17."

The door suddenly opened and revealed 4 mini-versions of John and a tall man. I had to refrain myself from cooing.

"Jack!"

"We came as soon as we heard!"

The 4 siblings ran to John and tackled him to a hug.

"Guys." The man chuckled. "Get off, you'll hurt John."

"Sowwy." A little girl, who was probably Mary, cooed.

"It's alright, guys." John laughed. "It's good to see your faces."

"Nearly a year." An older girl said. She pointed to me. "Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Guys, stop being parrots." John giggled. "You're scaring him."

"Hi." I smiled, waving my hand. "I'm Alexander Hamilton."

"You that guy John always talks about in Skype!" A little boy chirped. I blushed.

"I'm Martha!" The older girl said. "Pleased to meet you."

"Henry." A boy said flatly.

"James!" The other said.

"I had a brother named James." I chuckled.

"Had?" Martha asked. I sadly nodded.

"How 'bout me?" The little girl whined. "I'm Mary!"

"Hi, Mary." I smiled.

"Henry Laurens." The man said.

Oh shit-

"Pleasure to meet y'all." I smiled.

This is Henry Laurens.

John's dad.

You have to make a first good impression, Alex.

One more thing.

John said he was homophobic.

At least, he thinks so. Which is really bad.

I was mentally screaming.

What am I supposed to do?

"Jack, I'm glad you're safe." Mr. Laurens sighed. "You gotta be careful crossing str-"

"I know, I know." John rolled his eyes. "Where's Mom?" He frowned.

Martha sighed. "They had to move her to the hospital."

"Oh."

John whispered something to his father's ear, which made me raise a brow. Both of them smirked and nodded.

"UH, I'll just go use the bathroom." John mumbled, now standing up.

"Need help?" I offered.

"No, I-I'll be fine." He said. He winked to his father and disappeared to the bathroom.

What the actual fuck is happening?

"Martha, can you get John's turtle plushies?"

"But, Father! There's 26 of them!" Martha whined.

"Get help from your siblings." He laughed, sitting down at a bench.

The three children groaned and exited the room.

I shifted uncomfortably at my seat as Henry Laurens' hard gaze fell upon me.

The Henry Laurens.

The homophobic, transphobic Henry-

"What are your intentions with my son?"