NOT PROOF READ- I'M REALLY SORRY BUT I'VE GOT A LOT OF STUFF GOING ON 

TW:

-Light smut (it's not actual smut, its a single word)

He came home late, he left early. Clothes hanging off of his frame and lips swollen. It didn't take a genius to figure out, John Laurens was cheating on him, but Alexander wouldn't believe that. Alexander was a genius, but one in denial. John had an office job, he was an illustrator for the New York Times, whilst Alexander was a writer for the same company.

They loved each other, married and had two kids- Philip and Frances. They were a family unit, until John began to drift. He spent less time with the kids and barely paid any attention to Alexander. They barely saw him, leaving well before his designated working hours, and not returning until well past sunset.

One day, Alexander had taken Philip and Frances around to the Bartow-Schuyler's, as they'd said that they would babysit whilst Alexander went to the doctors. He went, came back and opened their door. The entryway was empty, as usual, and the house was quiet. Alexander tidied up after the kids, putting away the dishes he'd washed that morning. After the house was tidy, he journeyed up stairs, stopping when he saw the master bedroom's door was almost closed, a small gap separating the structure from the frame. He moved closer, pressed his ear against the structure and listened.

Loud, sweaty moans sounded from inside, and slurred praises muttered. He stepped back, horrified. Less than a second later, he heard John say "God, you're good. It's a good job Alexander's not home." Followed by another loud, breathy moan. The bed creaked loudly, the sound of skin-on-skin speeding up. Both parties moaned, loud, almost screaming. Having heard enough to confirm that it wasn't just his husband in there, he kicked the door open, hitting the wall behind and sounding a loud 'BANG'. A woman was on top of his husband, riding him mercilessly whilst her head fell back and John screamed in pleasure. When they had heard the sound, both jumped off of one another, covering themselves pathetically.

"Get. Out." Alexander seethed, quickly realising that the woman was actually one of his junior writers, Martha Manning. Seeing the fury on her boss' face, she hurried into her clothes.

"You too. Leave." John looked up, face settling into an expression of guilt.

"Alexander it's not what it-"

"GET OUT!" Alex shouted, pointing down the stairs.

"Please, baby, let me-"

"Don't you fucking dare call me that! You lost that right when you started cheating on me! Now get the fuck out of my house before I call Washington and have you fired." He growled, his dad, being very protective of his son, would fire Laurens instantly. John stood, completely naked and began dressing, moaning weakly when his boxers brushed his area. He started to slip his hand down his pants, before Alexander said- "Don't even fucking think about it."

John hung his head, and went to brush the tears of anger from Alexander's cheek, but his hand was soon swatted away and he was pushed out of the bedroom.

"And don't even think of coming back."

~H~

Alexander lay, a blanket draped around his shoulders, eating a pint of cookie dough ice cream with the three Schuylers. Angelica wrapped her arm around him, pulling him to her and kissing his head affectionately. Peggy played with his hair gently, whilst Eliza held one of his hands. Tears slipped down his cheeks and a sob shook through him.

"Oh, sweetie..." Angelica cooed, burying her fury to comfort her best friend.

"Why would he do that? Am I not enough?" He wailed, nuzzling his face into Angelica's side.

"Shh, you're everything and more, sweetie. He doesn't deserve you." Angelica soothed, kissing him on the forehead once again. They were closer than anyone, but it was only platonic.

"My darling boy, Theo brought you some coffee." She lifted his chin gently, pressing the cup to his lips and letting him sip the liquid. They knew better than to deprive the caffeine addict of his coffee.

"Good boy, here, how about we watch some Grey's and eat all of the ice cream we have in the house?" Angelica cooed.

And that's exactly what they did.

~H~

The door opened, and Maria stepped in, Pip, Frances and Thea swinging off of her arms and racing around each other.

"Papa!" Frances shouted, running towards the couch, stopping short when she saw the tears her father was trying to clear from his face. "Why sad?" She squeaked, making grabby hands at her dad.

"No, no I'm not sad, baby. I'm okay." He soothed, kissing her head affectionately whilst tears still ran down his face.

"Pa? Wheres Dad?" Phillip asked, making the Schuylers look at each other in concern.

"Come here, Pip." Alex picked him up, and both of his kids sat on his lap.

"Daddy did a naughty thing. He was being silly, and he didn't think about Pa for a little bit."

Frances gasped. "Did he push you?!" She frowned adorably, placing both of her hands on her dad's face and inspecting him critically, making Alexander chuckle sadly.

"No, no he didn't push me. He did something bad, and he's gonna go think about what he did for a while. You know how sometimes you do something naughty?" He asked his daughter, and she nodded mischievously.

"Well, we make sure you know what you did and why it was bad, yeah?" She nodded, her hands gripping her dad's wrist.

"Well, daddy needs to go and think about what he's done." He kissed both of his kids lovingly, Pip leaning further into his fathers embrace.

"I make sure you are not sick." Frances pressed her fingers against her dad's wrist, making all of the adults in the room melt, seeing as this was her way of checking his pulse. She frowned, concentration etched into her brow, before nodding and turning to put her hand against her dad's forehead. After this she pressed both of her hands behind her dad's jaw, gently touching his neck, imitating when their dad's check they're not ill.

"What do ya think? Hmm?" Alex chuckled weakly, tears slipping down his face.

"You need to lie down. Papa not well!" She called, pushing against her dad's chest until he gave in and lay on the sofa.

"Stay." She glared at him, before moving into the kitchen and finding Thea. The three kids sat at the small table, coming up with a plan.

"We need to make papa happy. How?" She moved her eyes across all three kids sceptically, before jumping from her chair.

"Drink!" She shouted gleefully. "Pip, papa drinks the hot stuff! We make him that!"

"Coffee?" He mused, before agreeing with his sister. Thea shot up, running and grabbing her mom's pant leg.

"Coffee! Coffee!" She jumped, Angelica put a calming hand against her head.

"Shh, baby, what do you want coffee for?" She crouched next to her child.

"To make uncle Alex feel better!" She planted a kiss on her mom's cheek, before grabbing her hand and pulling her to the counter, watching her make the coffee. When it was ready, Angelica put it in a flask, screwing the lid on tightly to ensure none poured out if they dropped it.

"Careful, Thea." She chided, watching the girl walk slowly with the metal cup. Frances and Pip climbed onto the sofa and settled on Alexander;s stomach.

"Coffee!" Frances cheered, gesturing to Thea, who presented the flask proudly.

"Thanks guys! Did you make this?" He pressed a kiss to all three of their cheeks.

"Auntie Angie did! But we told her to." Frances patted her dad's head.

"Well, you go tell Auntie Angie that I said thanks, yeah?" The kids jumped off of the couch, racing into the kitchen.

And, at last, the truth was whole.