3 years earlier

John glared at the small pill bottle while Alex stood at the stove, stirring the contents of his pan rhythmically.
"John," he warned glancing back at him with a frown.
"But they're hard to swallow, and they don't do anything," he mumbled, shoving the bottle across the island bench away from him.

Alex sighed and put his spoon down, turning around and throwing his hands on his hips.
"How old are you?" He chuckled softly.
"3 and a half," John averted his gaze with a small smirk, causing Alex to roll his eyes.

"Alright little one, here's what we're gonna do," he announced, moving to the fridge and retrieving the ice cream. John's eyes instantly lit up eagerly and he leaned forward in his seat, adjusting his glasses.

Alex grabbed a spoon and put some ice cream on the spoon, pausing to grab a pill and wedge it on top before putting more ice cream on top, sandwiching the pill. He walked around the bench with the spoon and stood beside John, holding the spoon up.
"Here comes the aeroplane," he teased, causing John to scoff and shove him gently.

"I'm not a baby," he mumbled.
"Well you sure are acting like one, go on, the sooner you get this down the sooner you can enjoy my home-made tacos," Alex grinned happily. John sighed and reluctantly took the spoon, eating the ice cream and taking the pill down with it.

"See, that wasn't so bad," Alex smiled gently, pecking John's lips and taking the spoon, also swiping John's glasses as he pulled away.
"Alex!" He groaned, quickly standing up and waving his arms after the blurry ball of colour he assumed to be Alex.
John mumbled a string of curses under his breath, causing Alex to snicker. "Why don't you stop being a sob and put some music on," he grinned, turning back to his pan.

"Not without my stupid glasses on," John countered, crossing his arms.
"Naw, I think I suit them," Alex grinned, striking a seductive pose against the counter, which John had no reaction to.
"I can't tell, maybe because I can't see." He deadpanned.
"I'll come a little closer," Alex grinned, slipping up to stand right in front of him.

John chuckled a little when he came into focus, their faces centimetres apart.
"You do look rather dashing," he smirked softly, holding Alex's hips.
Alex smiled and leaned in to close the space between them, kissing him softly before pulling away to return his glasses.
"Now, gimme a beat, then come help me chop,"

"Weed?" John gasped in fake horror, bringing a hand to his chest.
"Yes John, yes, I smoke lettuce," Alex deadpanned before laughing a little and shaking his head.

John smiled and giggled, pulling out his phone and quickly connecting to their speaker, putting spotify's hottest hits on shuffle in the background.
"There she is!" Alex beamed, bopping to the music as he put the lid on his pan to let it simmer, dancing over to the fridge to begin pulling out various vegetables.

John laughed and made his way around the bench, pulling out knives and a chopping board.
"Think fast!" Alex exclaimed, throwing tomatoes at John. John yelped in surprise and began frantically trying to catch them all, Alex laughing like an idiot.
"You dick!" He yelped while Alex laughed.
"Your reflexes are on fire," he grinned, watching John roll his eyes and prepare to cut up the tomatoes.
"I know," John smirked, raising the knife and getting to work.

Alex brought the lettuce out, taking some leaves off and rinsing them before moving to stand beside John, also getting to work cutting up vegetables.

They sang along to the music quietly, working efficiently to get the vegetables prepped, as they had many a time before, tacos were a regular in the Hamilton-Laurens household. Once the food was ready Alex grinned, plating up two empty taco shells at the kitchen bench and displaying an array of fillings beside them.

"Alright take your pick," Alex beamed, taking a seat at the bench. John gleefully skipped over and sat beside Alex, darting his hands out to grab the mince and begin scooping it into his taco.

Alex chuckled and shook his head, laughing even harder when John spilt the mince all over his plate.
"You dimwit," he giggled. "You really are a 3 year old," he smirked.
"3 and a half!" John cut in sharply.

Alex threw his head back laughing before returning to making his taco.
"You're such a child," he grinned.
"But you love me," John pouted before grinning triumphantly.
"I do don't I?" Alex sighed, cocking a brow and causing John to hit his leg gently. "I do I do!" Alex defended with a laugh.
"Good 'cos I love you too," John smiled, leaning forward to gently peck Alex's cheek.

Alex blushed slightly and smiled. Despite how long they had been together John's affections still never failed to make butterflies explode in his stomach. The kitchen fell silent as Alex looked down at his taco, eyes glazed over, his thoughts rushing at a million miles a second.

"Hey, earth to Alex, wakey wakey," John chuckled nervously, waving his hand in front of Alex's eyes. Alex's head shot up and he smiled a little.
"Sorry, just thinking," he mumbled.
"Woah that's dangerous," John chuckled softly, earning a snicker from Alex. "What about?"

"Stuff," Alex shrugged, poking his taco.
"Very specific," John deadpanned.
"Shut up," Alex giggled, shoving him gently. "Future stuff you know,"
"Flying cars and holograms?" John beamed.
"No no, our future... stuff," he scoffed, shaking his head.

"Does our future involve the bahamas and cake by the ocean? Because it should." John smirked.
"Kinky," Alex muttered with a laugh. "Yeah it should..." he drifted off, tugging on the hem of his shirt nervously. "Hey John," Alex mumbled, keeping his gaze downcast for a moment before looking up at him.

"What's up?" John smiled softly, resting his hand over Alex's and lacing their fingers together.
"This, this is a weird question, I-I'm getting ahead of myself, but our conversation, I- it got me thinking, and it's really-"
"Just get to the point Lex," John muttered with a gentle laugh, squeezing his hand gentle.
"I- do you want kids in your life? A kid? Children? A child? I don't-"

John cut Alex off with a tender kiss, gently caressing his jaw.
"I do, I really do, that was a nice thought," John whispered with a smile, gazing at Alex lovingly.

3 years later

Philip beamed excitedly as he stepped out onto the aisle, carefully holding a silky white pillow with two beautiful rings in his small hands. The audience awed as he began walking and he giggled softly.

He grew impatient fast and decided to skip to the front, arriving quickly and stumbling a little with a laugh. John and Alex gushed in awe and Alex kneeled down, reaching out to fix Philip's lopsided bowtie. Philip laughed and slapped his hands away, balancing the pillow in his other hand.
"Pa it's fine!" He mumbled stubbornly, purposely twisting it to be lopsided again. John shook his head with a laugh and ruffled up his hair playfully.

"May these rings be blessed as a symbol of your union. As often as either of you look upon these rings, may you not only be reminded of this moment, but also of the vows you have made and the strength of your love and commitment to each other," Sam beamed excitedly. "Mr Laurens, repeat after me, I, John Laurens, promise to love and support you Alexander Hamilton and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humour and passion. With this ring I wed thee."

"I, John Laurens, promise to love and support you Alexander Hamilton and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humour and passion. With this ring I wed thee." He smiled warmly, accepting a ring from Philip with a grateful grin and taking Alex's hand, slipping the ring on. Alex's eyes grew glossy and he chuckled weakly, John noticing and reaching up to wipe his eyes with a small laugh.

"And Alex, I, Alexander Hamilton, promise to love and support you John Laurens and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humour and passion. With this ring I wed thee."

"I, Alexander Hamilton, promise to love and support you John Laurens and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humour and passion. With this ring I wed thee." He beamed, accepting the second ring from Philip and slipping it on John's hand, blinking back tears as he looked up at John.

"Great, uhh, where was I," Sam whispered softly. "Peace, love... hmm precious gifts-"
"Can I just kiss him?" John smirked, squeezing Alex's hands.
"Right, sure! I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU HUSBAND AND HUSBAND!" Sam giggled excitedly. "You may now kiss the groom,"

That was all it took for the boys to dive forward into a passionate kiss, holding each other tightly. Cheers erupted from the audience as their friends all shot up to their feet. They only had to break away for John to burst into a fit of giggles, resting his forehead on Alex's.
"I love you," Alex squeaked with a bright smile, a few tears of joy slipping down his cheeks. John smiled and swiped them away, quickly kissing Alex again.
"I love you too,"

And they lived the happily ever after they deserved.

Finally for once in a goddamn lams fan fiction.

The End