"You know what Laf, maybe you should stop grinning and just drink your damn coffee," Alex snapped. He was getting tired of the smug smirks worn by his two friends. Lafayette feigned innocence.

"Calm down, mon ami," Laf said. "Now we're even." Alex glared at him.

"Listen, if I had it my way, I would have never walked in on you two. That was traumatizing," Alex said, shuddering at the thought.

"You make it sound like we wanted to walk in on you t-" Alex stopped Laf from continuing his sentence.

"How about we just don't talk about that anymore?" Alex asked with a fake smile plastered on his face. Laf sighed.

"Fine. But, speaking of you two, where is John?" the Frenchman asked. "Does he normally sleep in this late on Sundays?" Alex laughed.

"No, I think he's just too embarrassed to face you," Alex said. But, speak of the devil, there came John, freckled face still a bright red shade. He wordlessly made himself a cup of coffee, then turned around and made eye contact with Lafayette.

"Laf," John began. "Did... did you tell Peggy that Alex calls me daddy...?" John asked slowly, clearly praying that the answer was no. Lafayette looked away, sheepishly.

"Y'know, I'm gonna go see how Herc is doing," Laf decided, avoiding John's question. Laf rushed out of the kitchen to the guest bedroom, where Hercules most likely was. John turned to Alex, a look of dread on his face.

"They will never let us forget," John said as though he was just realizing the severity of the situation.

"I literally said we shouldn't when there are others in the house," Alex reminded his boyfriend. John furrowed his brows.

"You never said that," John said. Alex rolled his eyes and laughed.

"You were borderline wasted, how the hell would you remember?" Alex pointed out. John thought for a second.

"Fair enough," John admitted. "Peggy won't ever let me live this down. I checked my phone this morning and she texted me the word daddy 43 times." Alex snorted.

"Well, I've still got a few on her," Alex said winking. John laughed.

"Fuckin' tease," John whined, grinning. Alex stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend.

"I should probably go get ready," Alex said. "I desperately need to wash my hair." John raised his eyebrows.

"You're showering?" he asked. Alex rolled his eyes playfully.

"I know we got... cut short last night, but that doesn't mean you get to come into the fucking shower with me," Alex lightheartedly scolded. John exaggerated his sigh, and looked away longingly.

"Fine," John said, drawing the word out. Alex laughed to himself. What on earth was he going to do with John Laurens?

Short chapter but I wanted to get an update out. 

I find my friend's brother cute which means I have officially become that friend so I'm mad at myself lmao