I woke up before Alder the next morning. He was curled up with his back facing my stomach and I had a hand around him in a sort of half hug. I smiled, gently removing my arm from its hug position and exited my side of the bed. I was the only one awake, it seemed. Our room was silent except for Alder's rhythmic breathing. I walked out into the lounge and started making myself breakfast. It was a mere toasted sandwich, nothing special. It was a Sunday and I didn't have work.

I was watching a TV program on troublesome cats when Alder appeared. Our Sunday mornings were usually like this. Emmalyn often woke up much later than us. She liked to sleep in on the weekends. "Morning Sully," Alder said as he joined me on the couch, munching on his favourite carrots.

"Morning," I replied. Alder looked at me and smiled. "Want to listen to musicals?" I asked and Alder nodded.

"Oui, I'd love to," Alder said and then he smirked. "Let me guess, Dear Evan Hansen?" I narrowed my eyes and blushed. Alder could see right through me.

"Yeah, so?" My husband laughed.

"I'm just teasing you," he said. "I know you don't want to be reminded of that fact."

"Yeah well, I might have a new celebrity I'm crushing on, you never know," I said, now blushing at the implication of my undying, unfortunately, crush on Ben Platt. Why didn't he just leave?

"Do you?" Alder asked, smirking. I glanced at him.

"Well, no but still," I attempted answering.

"Oui, Oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette," Alder suddenly rapped in French, not stumbling over his words, or hesitation on pronunciation. I did those things. Alder's French accent came through clearly when he spoke his native language.

"You are not Lafayette," I commented, smiling slightly. Alder returned the smile, almost smirking.

"The Lancelot of the revolutionary set!"

"Okay so we're doing this now," I said, amused, waiting for my turn to come in.

"I came from afar just to say 'Bonsoir', tell the king 'casse toi', who's the best? C'est moi!"

I roughened my voice for Hercules' line and Alder just about swooned. "Brah, brah, I am Hercules Mulligan, up in it, lovin it, yes I heard ya mother say, 'come again?'" Alder whooped. "Lock up ya daughters and horses, of course, it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets." I felt my face redden when I mentioned intercourse.

I knew what it was, I wasn't stupid.

The reason I'd reddened was because of the fact the night of mine and Alder's wedding day passed in my mind. That was eleven years ago. I don't know why it had suddenly appeared in my mind, well I did but...

I shook my head to clear it. I didn't need to think about how awkward I felt the next day. Crap, I'm thinking about it again.

I shook my head violently, making me almost dizzy. "Sully? You good?"

"I'm a-okay!" I said in reply. Alder smiled. Singing Aaron Burr, Sir was clearly over. I decided to start the next song. "How about we listen to that musical that Emmalyn is?"

"Okay, I'm curious about it too," Alder replied. "She's already played us the opening number.. shall we listen to the second song?" I nodded. "What was it called again?"

"It was Come something.... maybe Come From Away?" I suggested. Alder nodded.

"That rings some bells," he answered. I typed it into the search engine. Sure enough, it came up. "Wait, which one is the second?"

"It's called 38 Planes, make sure you don't accidentally click the Reprise as that comes much later on," a voice answered behind us. "The Reprise is a good song, well, it's technically two, but you specifically want the second song which is not the Reprise." Emmalyn was brushing her honey blonde hair and was wearing a purple robe, it looked as if she'd just come out of the shower. "Also that musicals fu-I mean fricks with your feelings as it is based off a real event." I knew what Emmalyn was going to say before she changed it. Alder looked at me sheepishly. There was only one source she could've learned the f-word from. I didn't mind it, but I did say that there was no swearing in this household to her before.

She joined us to listen to the song and then asked our opinion on it.

"It's something," I said. "Care to tell what it's about?" Emmalyn glanced between us and lowered her voice.

"It's based on a real event..." she whispered the answer in our ears.