- ALEXANDERS POV -
Walking hand in hand down the street, I admit to Thomas exactly how nervous I am.

"Thomas. I'm really, really anxious about this." I say, looking up at him with a worried face.

"Alex, it's alright. Remember, I'm there every step of the way and the therapist is super nice. Think of her as... Eliza, maybe." He tells me, lifting my hand and kissing it. We walk into the office and the woman from yesterday greets us.

"Hi! You can sign in and just wait over there until the therapist comes to get you!"

"Thank you so much." Thomas says, signing my name and appointment time down. We walk to the black chairs and wait, scrolling through our social medias, for about 2 minutes.  Then, a woman in a maroon shirt and gold skirt walks out and smiles at us.

"Alexander Hamilton?" I stand up and wave a little, looking at the ground. I feel like a 6 year old. Thomas takes my hand and introduces us.

"I'm Thomas Jefferson. Alexander is my boyfriend. He's a little... shy."

"That's perfectly alright. Why don't you guys follow me!" She leads us to a light blue room. It reminds me of Eliza and I calm down a little bit.

"So, Alexander. I'm Dr. Soo, and I'll bee your therapist." We shake hands. She looks a little like Eliza. It's weird.

"Can you tell me about yourself a little?" She asks. I nod and draw in a hesitant breath.

"I was born on an island in the Caribbean, its called Nevis. My mother died when I was young and my father wasn't around. I have a brother. I moved to New York when I was 13. Thomas is my SoulMate. I go to college nearby. I have anxiety, depression and PTSD. I've attempted suicide 4 times." I say the last 2 sentences fast and quiet. She nods, and looks a little sad, but smiles.

"Well, I'm Phillipa Soo. I'm engaged to be married soon, and I've been working in therapy for 6 years. It's very nice to meet you and I hope I can be of some assistance to you." She smiles again and this time, I smile back. We talk for a while about basic get-to-know-you things. When I tell her I write a lot, she beams and tells me about a friend of hers.

"I have a friend, his name is Lin. He actually looks pretty similar too you, oddly. He writes a ton too. He's actually written a few musicals!" She tells me.

"Wow. That takes a lot of skills, I would assume." I'm impressed by this Lin guy. We continue to talk until Dr. Soo's phone rings. It's an alarm.

"I'm afraid our time is up. But I look forward to seeing you on Saturday!" She says.

"Thank you. Until Saturday!" I wave sheepishly and walk out, releasing a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

"See, it wasn't that bad." Thomas says.

"Yeah, it was better than I thought it would be, that's for sure." I say. We walk down the street together, like we always do. It was only 3 pm. We had quite a few hours ahead of us and nothing to do. I was trying to come up with ideas of what to do when Thomas interrupted my thoughts.

"So, love..." he begins. I look up at him and he continues.

"So... when I found out we were SoulMates I wanted to take you on a date. A little while ago I set up a date at this new and really nice Caribbean food place, and the date is tonight.." he says, a bit of hesitation in his voice.

"Thomas! That's the sweetest thing ever! What time is it at?" He lets out a sigh of relief.

"6:30. So we have a while. But it's too far to walk, so we're taking my car." I nod. But there's still something in my mind I need to address.

"Thomas, listen. There's something we need to talk about." I say. He looks worried again.

"It's that," I gesture to his expression.
"I'm not a child anymore. I've struggled wth these problems for years. I don't want to worry you anymore! Every time you suggest going out or doing something, you act like I'll shatter at the mention of it! There's no need for you to worry about me so much, Thomas. I love you, but I'm ok when you say you want to go out!" Thomas looks surprised.

"Wow. I-I'm sorry. It's just hard to tell after everything that's been going on if you'll be ok. I don't want you in the hospital again. I love you too. I know you don't want pity. I'll try to control it, but I just do it out of love." He explains and I smile, looking up at him. God, how did I get so lucky with him? The thought of him caring so much makes me blush the whole way home.

When we go back to our dorm, the first thing we do is shower. I know as soon as we step in it won't be like some of our other showers. No, this one will be calm and relaxing. The water pours over my face, drenching my hair. Steam is already filling up the bathroom, the water is so hot. I hear Thomas open a bottle of shampoo and he starts massaging it through my hair. I turn around and kiss him on the nose, then repeat the action to him. We take turns in our painstakingly long shower, giving each other massages and washing our hair and bodies, taking breaks to kiss frequently. When we're done, we step out and wrap towels around our waists. I admire Thomas's chiseled stomach in the light a little more, and blush like I did the first time I looked at him. We part ways so that we won't see each other until we leave. Thomas claims the bathroom first, so he can do his hair. I swear to God, half this mans life is doing his hair

I walk into our bedroom and pull out the only suit I own. It's dark green and was custom made by Herc. I have to admit, it's easily the nicest and best looking piece of clothing I have. It wins by a landslide as 80% of my clothes are sweatshirts and jeans. I put it on and look in the mirror. I have to admit, I look okay. My hair is dripping a little from the shower still, so I dry it with a towel as best I can, and slick it back into a ponytail instead of leaving it down. I pinch my face a little bit. I'm paler than I used to be. In the Caribbean, I was tanned all the time. But now, in the city, I was busy so often and didn't sleep enough and I was always sick, it felt like. My face is skinnier too. I don't eat much. Pushing my thoughts aside, I continue to inspect my face. Eventually, though, I can't help but have my view shift to my arms.

I stare at them a little, my eyes widening at my own body. The bruises from Lee are fading, but they're an ugly green- purple. My scars line my wrists horizontally, with two fat vertical lines running down. I tried to kill myself twice by cutting. It obviously failed. All of them did. Once more shoving my thoughts away, I stand up and check my phone. It's 5:50. We should leave in about 15 minutes. I hear Thomas close the door to his old bedroom. His clothes he's wearing tonight must be in there. Excitement builds up in me a little more. Even though we've been dating for almost a month, I've never had a real date with Thomas.

I scroll through all my social media, lingering on Instagram for a little while. I look through my account, which has a few pictures of my friends and I on it. I'll put a picture of Thomas on it after dinner. I go on Snapchat and take a picture with a face filter, while crossing my eyes. "Date with Thomas!" I type as the caption and send it to my friends. Even Eliza, but she isn't allowed on her phone. Oh well. She'll see it eventually, I guess. I hear a knock on our bedroom door and click my phone off. It's time. I open the door to see Thomas, smiling and holding-- wait, hold on, how'd he get flowers? He has a bouquet of cream roses in his hands. He's wearing a deep magenta suit. I allow myself to blush a deep red and he smiles at me, taking my hand.

"Ready, love?" He asks, smirking, but blushing as well. I nod. My words are stuck. He's so beautiful, I can't even speak. Oh my God.

We sit in the car in traffic a few minutes later.

"Well, it's a good thing we left early." Thomas says. I nod. I hate traffic. Everyone hates traffic, but me, I despise it. How can cars be backed up because of something that happened 10 streets over? It's crazy. We finally start moving and soon, we pull up to a nice looking restaurant. Thomas kisses my hand as we walk in.

"Table for 2, reservation for Jefferson at 6:30?" He tells the host at the front. She greets us and nods as she takes us to our table. It's truly the cliché romantic restaurant, but somehow that makes it better. A waiter comes out a few minutes later to offer us drinks. Glancing at each other, we both ask for champagne. He nods and Thomas looks at me with a grin.

"They don't ID you here because it's not a bar." He whispers and I laugh.

"Don't worry, love, I want to remember this. I don't think either of us are getting wasted here." I tell him honestly. We're given menus and champagne, and after deciding what we want and ordering, Thomas holds up his glass of champagne.

"A toast." He says.

"To what?" I ask.

"To us being SoulMates. To you, being the strongest person, and most amazing looking, may I add, I know. To the years to come and the plans the universe has in store." I smile and clink his glass. Our food arrives and we eat it up greedily.

"Oh my God, this is amazing!" I say, holding up a forkful of my food. I think of my mother and the recipes she used to make for James and I. Her food was fantastic. Nothing compared to it, thought this came pretty close. Soon, I'm sucked into a vortex of memories. Memories of my mother, and Nevis, and when times were better.

"Alex, are you alright?" Thomas asks.

"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?" I'm confused. He looks at me funny.

"Uhh... because you're crying?" I wipe at my face, not even aware I was crying.

"Oh. I didn't even know I was crying! I was just thinking of Nevis. The food my mom used to make us." I can see why I was crying. But I let out a small laugh now.

"I'm fine, I swear." I say, giggling a little. Why am I giggling? It's Thomas I bet. His man makes me do crazy things.

When we're done eating, the waiter asks if we want dessert.

"No, I think we--" I begin, not wanting Thomas to spend more money than he already has.

"Yes. We'd love dessert." He looks at me with a smile.

"Are you sure? You don't have to." I say.

"I don't have to, but I want to." He winks at me and the waiter hands us a dessert menu.

"Oh my God, everything on here sounds great! What do I get?" I ask with a smile.

"Well, I'm going to get chocolate rum cake." He says. I nod and order the same.

Turns out chocolate rum cake is the best thing to grace planet Earth. The first bite has me hooked, and I can tell its the same for Thomas. He pays the bill as we devour the cake happily. Just before we leave, he says something.

"Oh! I forgot to toast something. It doesn't matter though. I'll do it now." He gets on his knee and pulls something out of his pocket. It's a small silver ring, engraved with the words, "I'll love you forever and always." I cover my mouth with my hand. It's a promise ring.

"Alexander Hamilton, you make me so happy. I give you this promise ring to tell you that I swear to God, I'll never leave you, and I'll love you forever and always." A few tears slip out of my eyes and I sort of tackle him to the ground by jumping on him to hug him.

"I love you so fucking much, Thomas. I'll love you forever and always, just as much." I tell him, beaming. The ring fits perfectly on my hand. We walk out and I kiss him before sliding into the drivers seat of his car.

"Whatcha doin' there, Hamilton, in the drivers seat of my car?" He asks with a smirk, standing by the door. He's swirling the keys around on his finger.

"Back to last names, huh, Jefferson? And I'm driving. I haven't driven in forever. Keys?" I joke by calling him Jefferson. He lovingly rolls his eyes and tosses the keys into my lap, moving around the car so he can get in the passengers seat. I lean over to kiss him before backing out.

The drive home is much less traffic-y. I'm thankful for that. Every time we stopped, Thomas would lean over and kiss my neck slowly.

"I swear to God, Thomas, you're such a tease." I groan, wanting to get home faster than ever before.

"Hmm, are you implying there's something you want tonight? Besides my wonderful company on an amazing date?" I hit my head against the steering wheel a little when he says that.

"Ok, fine, yes. There is something else, daddy." I say and see him stiffen. He looks down at his pants, his face bright red. I burst out laughing.

"Oh my God! You have a daddy kink! Ha! That's hilarious! Why didn't you tell me before?" I laugh. His face is still red.

"Stop saying it!" He says. He looks angry, but I know he's just embarrassed.

"Whatever you say... daddy." I smirk again as I suck on his neck a little, the red of the stoplight glowing against the windshield. He lets out a little moan. I pull away as the light turns green and it's his turn to groan.

Speeding into the dorm parking lot, I turn the car off and yank the keys out. Thomas is yanking my suit jacket off right there in the parking lot, so we run as fast as we can to our room before the urge passes. Slamming the door to our bedroom, he rips off his shirt and pants as I do the same.

Let's just say we had a lot of fun tonight.

AUTHORS NOTE: yeah, yeah, I know I said it'd have Thomas's POV but I'm lazy. Also I wanted to write smut again really bad but I've already done that so... yeah. Did you like this chapter? I hope so. Thanks so much for reading!💕
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