-Herc POV-

I pick up my husband, carrying him bridal style over the threshold. Lafayette is my husband. I'm a La Fayette. I drop him on the couch, climbing up next to him. I pull his head onto my lap, stroking his hair.

I sit there holding him until he lets out a soft snore. Once I'm positive he's asleep, I carefully remove his heels and wipe away the last bits of his makeup. Every time he shifts I get nervous he is going to wake up. Thankfully he stays asleep, he needs the rest.

Soon I find myself taking off my dress shirt and tie, drifting off as well.

I wake up to Laff humming and the smell of French toast. My neck hurts like hell, and I'm wearing one of Laff's sweaters.

"Good morning, mon amour."

"Mornin' babe."

I head to the kitchen and rest my head on my husbands shoulder as he cooks. He's no longer in his wedding dress, instead he wears his 'Radiant Bride' tee from Alex and John.

My husband plants a kiss on my forehead before flipping the toast.

"How are you doing?"

"Great. I married the man of my dreams last night."

"Oh yeah? What's he like?" I pop up onto the counter as Laff plates the toast, flicking on powdered sugar.

"Well, he's the sweetest man I've ever met. He has the most beautiful eyes, you could get lost in them forever. He's smart, and funny, and talented, and he lets me spin him around the room like this." I giggle as Laff grabs onto my waist, twirling around the kitchen. I kiss him on the nose as he places me back on the counter.

"And now he's mine."

"Forever."

I grab the plate from Laff's outstretched hand, swinging my legs as I eat my breakfast. He leans across the counter opposite my spot.

"I can't believe that every day, for the rest of my life, I'm going to get to wake up next to you."

"Herc, we've been sharing a bedroom for over 7 years."

"Yeah, but now I have the ring to prove it. It feels official today."

"My god, if you wanted to make it official so bad, you had five years to ask!"

"It was worth the wait."

"Indeed it was."

The two of us make our way outside, the rest of yesterday's representative group is waiting for us.

"Well, how was your night? Have a fun time?" Laff tenses slightly at Thomas's suggestive look, and I squeeze his hand.

"Not the time, Tom."

"Where are we going anyway?"

"You'll see soon enough."

That's not a good enough answer for my husband, he's always hated surprises. Lately more than ever. I just circle the back of his hand with my thumb as we walk, ignoring everything else. 

We arrive, and I laugh. I never planned to spend the day after my wedding here. Laff bounces around beside me as we walk in. 

It's a fucking laser tag arena. And we're playing teams, meaning I have to face both Laff and Eliza.

The guys team is screwed. We have me, Aaron and James. Not the group I would've gone with.

We enter our names onto the cards, each coming up with some cringey shit. We don't reveal our names until the end, it's more fun that way.

ShotUBitch, you are free to enter.

I take my card and head to the door as the brides team coordinates a strategy.

"Um, guys, should we plan something?"

"Naw, we'll be fine."

"Get a tower and shoot them."

"Don't get shot."

"That's useful info, I'll do my best not to lose."

Aaron just shrugs as we are waved into the room.

"I will not run jump or climb."

"I WILL NOT RUN, JUMP, OR CLIMB!"

We continue on screaming the rules of the game, and it's all going well until he asks for our team name to enter.

"Aw, shit, we didn't think of that."

The name 'teamwork=dreamwork' pops up on the screen. I look at the group, we have zero teamwork strategies.

"Whelp, we're screwed."

"Sounds like a good idea to me."

Aaron sighs as Thomas types in what is now the team name. At least it's accurate.

The game begins, and we do what any adult men would do. We run, jump, and climb up to the corner tower. 

The guns light up, and I search for sign of the girls or my husband. Thomas has pulled out a roll of tape, and is covering his censors. 

"Aaron, come with me. We're gonna find someone."

I don't want to sit there and wait for them to spot us, I want to find their hideout.There's a movement from my left, and I shoot. 

It's a fucking mirror. 

"Guys?"

"Aaron, quiet!" I hiss. I move through the archways, trying to get away from where Burr was yelling. There's a giggle, and I raise my gun as I back-to-back with Aaron.

Maria darts out, and I'm able to shoot and deactivate her vest. We take her as a hostage, shooting her every five seconds. The base is the same as we left it, Thomas and John acting as snipers as they scan the terrain.

Maria begins yelling, Alex rips off a piece of Jefferson's tape and slaps it over her mouth. We bind her wrists together as well, very happy to have a POW at our base. Thomas is getting antsy, and soon enough he leaves with Alex. 

Maria sits on the floor as we continue to rack up points. We're really desperate.

"Jemmy!"

James leaps down the steps, racing towards the voice before anyone can stop him. Oliver is able to shoot someone from the hole a few times, other than that Maria is our only source of points.

Alex comes running back to the base, out of breath.

"They got Thomas."

"So we heard."

"We would like to initiate a trade!"

"Give us back Thomas!"

"We will, if you hand over Maria!"

James appears at the bottom of the stairs, smiling. 

"Guys, we should do it."

"We'll be fine. We can take him by force."

"John, are you sure?"

"I believe in Johns plan, a trade sounds sketchy."

So we leave Alex behind, heading for the source of the voice.

I creep along the left side, Oliver to my right. I catch sight of Peggy, her yellow dress glowing. I shoot her from below as the rest of the team takes down the others. 

James rushes up the steps as we each repeatedly shoot a person. Peggy is pinning Thomas down, and his boyfriend rips her off. I shoot her as her vest glows again.

But there's an issue. Everyone is deactivated, which is great. But neither James or Thomas are shooting. 

Laff and Eliza are missing.

We look around at each other as we all come to the same realization.

"Attack!"

"Retreat!"

There's a thud behind me as someone flips off the castles roof.

"Surprise from the skies, merdes."

You have been shot by yourself.

"Very funny, Laff."

"I try."

Each of us have been shot once, which is enough for the girls to reload. There's a scream from the other side of the arena. Found Eliza. Apparently Alex did too.   

"C'mon, you wouldn't take your husband hostage."

"I'll take anyone hostage if it means we win." 

I'm pressed against the wall by Lafayette, who holds his gun to my head. Dramatic much?

"Gilbert, it's no fun if we just stand here. You gotta track us down."

"That's a new name. Since when am I Gilbert?"

"Since I'm La Fayette."

My husband kisses me, and I seize the opportunity to shoot him in the back. All's fair in love and laser tag. He gives me a hurt look as I shoot whoever I can, freeing my team.

"Love ya babe!" I kiss him on the nose before fleeing, running backwards through the arena as I shoot his teammates down.

We make it back to the base, Alex has taken Maria's place as hostage on the floor. The two girls are holding hands, and as the lights turn on I see that their cheeks are a deep red.

A siren blares, the game is over.

-Laff POV-

I ignore my husbands outstretched hand, instead slinging an arm around Ellie.

He gives me a hurt look, and I laugh at him before intertwining our fingers.

"Don't expect any more kisses though, you don't deserve it after that."

He reaches up to kiss me on the cheek anyways and I pull him back down.

"No. Not for you. You threw away your shot."

I stick out my tongue as I push him towards his team. We wait on either sides of the platform as score sheets are printed.

"I say losers get a punishment." 

I look nervously in Eliza's direction as everyone else nods their heads. We huddle together as we think of something to do to the guys. Peggy suggests something, and we all giggle like five year olds before nodding our heads.

"We win, y'all have to wax your legs."

"Fine, we win you have to cut your hair."

I reach up to feel my bun.

"H-How short?"

"All but two inches."

No way, I'm not doing this. My hair has taken years of hard work and dedication. The last time I got a trim I felt sad watching it fall to the floor. John must be out of his goddam mind if he thinks-

"We're in."

I was ready to strangle Eliza. In fact, I'm still shaking. 

21 points sat between me keeping my hair or snipping it all off.

Thank god for those 21 points. I'm safe.

We pull into the driveway, losers face punishment tomorrow when we all have our cameras. I hop out the door with my husband as Aaron drives off. We're greeted by the sound of scratching paws from behind the door. 

Herc hoists me into his arms, carrying me through the doorway.

"You don't have to do that you know."

"I know, I want too."

Flip is nowhere to be seen, so I scoop up Herc's ferret after I am set down.

We sit together on the couch, me in Herc's lap. I stroke his one leg, laughing to myself.

"You excited for tomorrow?"

"Better than the other option. I was going to murder someone if you lost all this fluff."

He grins at me as he stares at my hair, and I sigh before untying it. I can't seem to do anything else right in our relationship right now, and I know letting him play with my afro will make him happy.

All I want is to make Hercules happy.

I shift onto the floor as my husbands fingers run through my hair, gently squishing it as he giggles like a child. I stroke the pet in my lap, attempting to ignore Herc.

After a while, I'm done with this shit. I lasted five entire minutes before getting bored with sitting here.

But when Hercules laughs, it all seems worth it. I'd do anything for him. I always have and always will. I focus on his voice as he sings a little song to himself, and I quietly remove my phone to record. 

This man is obsessed, he misses me almost dropping the slippery rectangle on the floor. I flip the camera, mouthing a vlog type intro before lifting the phone to rest just above my forehead. I lean back against the couch as my husband remains oblivious. 

Once he finishes his song I stop recording and send the video to the group chat. I watch with the volume off, looking at Herc's grin. I feel his face bury itself in my hair, and I shift positions. Physically, no way of sitting is comfy after more than fifteen minutes.

"If you get to play with my hair, then what's my reward?"

"Whatever you want."

I make my way around the house, searching for Flip. I'm worried about them, I haven't seen the ferret since the wedding. There's a scuffling noise as I walk into the workout room. There's a gross smell, and I find the little dude looking kind of sick.

"Herc, can you come here! Somethings wrong with Flip!" He makes his way into the room as I go to pick up my pet. I grab onto his stomach and he tries to bite me. 

He looks really chubby, I'm worried he ate something bad.

I get my husband to take a look before calling the vets office. 

Using old oven mitts, old tongs, and a blanket, we are able to get the angsty ferret into its carrier. I'm nervous the entire way there, trying to figure out what I did to hurt him. Apparently I can't even look after Flip now. What if there's something seriously wrong with him?

We pull in and I fling the door open, Herc and I each grabbing a carrier. If there's an issue, we might as well make sure Tony is okay too.

The receptionist takes Flip to the back, and I grab onto my husbands arm.

"He's going to be fine, Laff. He's in good hands."

I nod, but I don't believe Herc. He's never tried to bite me before.

After awhile of us sitting there, me pressed against Herc's side, we are called into the room.

"Good news and bad news. Flip is completely fine, you have nothing to worry about there."

"He's okay?"

"She's okay. Her and her babies."

"Flip is-"

My ferret is pregnant. And a female. It makes sense, and I'm glad she's okay. But what the hell. 

I thought we had two boys, and that one had been spayed or whatever it's called. You remove the impregnating pieces from the ferret. Apparently that is neither what happened nor how spaying works.

"We're gonna be dads."

"I always wanted kids. I just didn't expect it to happen like this."

The vet gives us a weird look as we cry over the babies. This is going to be quite a bit of work. 

But we can figure it out, we always have. We'll raise a business, and then adopt a child. I can see our entire lives panning out, us getting a cabin, Herc's career taking off, our family growing. 

I'm interrupted from my daydream by a buzzing in my pocket. I whip out my phone, heading to the corner of the room. I feel the colour drain from my face as my agent speaks. I feel Herc's  arms wrap around me as I tug at my hair. 

"I have to go back to France."

Whoo! Today's unedited chapter is up and running! I'm not sure which story to work on, so I'm updating both tonight and basing the next few updates off of what you guys ask for.