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Requested: 'are you on your period?' 'You ask me that whenever I'm mad at you!'

Trans!John

-Author~

Alex did something to make John mad. Really mad, so mad that John refuses to smile.

It's bad...

And Alex is too busy being himself-a workaholic- to figure out what's wrong.

*Alex*
"Hey, Princess..." I whispered, walking up to my boyfriend, who was sitting on our bed with his arms crossed. He just hummed, not flinching or turning to me. I grazed my hand across John's back, making him tense up. "Freckles, why did you give me a glass of ice?" I asked. "You need to wait for it, Hamilton." John told me, giving me a sarcastic smile, and then a glare.

I sighed and moved closer to John, kissing his neck lightly. "No, Alexander." He hissed. "John-" I tried to reason with the man who was shooting daggers at me, but I was stopped by my little boyfriend whining. "You're so mean to me!" He moaned. I sighed, picking him up and pulling him into my lap.

"Peach, you know I love you..." I whispered, kissing John as he slightly settled into my chest. I started to take off his shirt, seeing his black binder holding his chest in. John squeaked and forced his shirt back on. "No." He hissed. "But baby!" I whined. "I think your work needs more attention than me..." John spat, crawling out of my lap and curling up in the middle of our bed.

"Are you on your period?" I asked bluntly. I heard John gasp as he sat up. He glared at me as I got off the bed. I really didn't want to be slapped by my boyfriend, not while he's this mad. "You ask me that whenever I'm mad at you!" John hissed. "Well?" I asked. John scoffed and threw a pillow at me. "Well, learn some manners!" He muttered, storming out of the bedroom. I quickly picked him up, ignoring his screams and squirms, and pinned him to the bed.

"Alexander Hamilton, let me go!" John demanded. I cocked and eyebrow and grabbed a shirt and pants for him to wear to bed. He wore them all the time, I wasn't picking an outfit for him. "I'm not wearing that." John spat, making eye contact with me as he spoke. "Oh? Is that so, Princess~?" I questioned. John glared at me as he squirmed around, letting out soft grunts and squeaks.

I heard his grunts turn into cries. "John..? Am I hurting you..?" I asked, letting go of his wrists. He slid off the bed and curled up into a ball. "A-Alex..." he sobbed out, wrapping his arms and legs around my leg. "John... here... let's get you ready for bed..." I suggested. I could tell that something was hurting him just by listening to his gut-wrenching sobs. "I-I... A..." John stammered. I sighed and unwrapped his feet and arms from my leg, taking his hands and pulling him up.

"Peaches, use full sentences... you need to breathe..." I whispered into John's ear. I heard him trying to focus on his breathing. "I... Alex, I lost him..." John whispered. My eyes widened when I remembered what he was so upset about. I remember mourning, but getting back to my work. I queasy John never got over it...

Our two year old son was kidnapped... and we don't know where he is.

"J... John, that wasn't your fault..." I whispered to John, closing my eyes and kissing his head. "W-what do you mean, it wasn't my fault?! I freaking took him outside and looked away for one second! Alex, I let someone grab him! He's gone because of me!" John wailed. I picked him up and put him on the bed. I kissed his head and walked around to the other side. I hugged him at the waist, hearing him cry out.

"Shhh... John we're not going to do it again... not unless you want to..." I whispered. John snuggled into my chest and shook his head. I gave him a sad smile and kissed his forehead. "Is that why you've been so angry at me..? Did you think I forgot about what happened..?" I asked. John nodded and hugged his knees. I kissed John's cheek and neck, keeping him close as if he might slip away from me, too. "John, I'm sorry that I haven't been grieving... I thought that if I moved on... you would follow...' I admitted. John nodded and buried my head in his chest. "But I will never forget our baby... Philip will grow up... without us... and when he's away from the nasty person who stole him, he'll be safe and we clan find him..." I told John. He looked up at me with a quivering lip as he let tears fall down his cheeks. "Okay..." he whispered.

"I'll see my baby again..."

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