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  You are Alexander Hamilton's and John Laurens's kid! Your two dads adopted you when you were an infant, and they love you very much. They had adopted you soon after they had gotten married. You have three aunts (Eliza, Angelica and Peggy) and two uncles (Lafayette and Hurcules) even though they techincally aren't related to your dads, just very close friends to them. You had grown up with this, so this was normal.

You often got bullied in school for having two dads, and the only people that didn't make fun of you is your little group of friends. You had gotten used to being called names and mean notes and gross stuff in your locker. (you're in middle school btw). Your dads know about this, and often get worried about you.

It was a saturday, the sun shining brightly. You were texting your four friends, Your friends knew about your two dads, and didn't care (mostly because most of them weren't straight,) It was early, and you were in your pajamas still. Your dads were downstairs, being quiet because they thought you were asleep. You and your friends texted about school gossip.

You set your phone down and walked downstairs, being extra quiet. The smell of pancakes filled the air and lead you to the kitchen. You peeked into the kitchen where Alexander and John were. Alexander stood at the stove, making pancakes while John stood behind him, his hands wrapped around his waist and his chin on Alexanders shoulder. You stuck out your tounge. Seeing them show affection grossed you out. Affection in general grossed you out. Which sucked because they did it all the time.