Laurens springs to his feet immediately, throwing off the boards and yelling, "here, in here!" climbing out and reaching back for Aaron. A second rush of liquid, as he stands from the hole, and it is plain to see even with dirt staining him that his water has broken.
"Alexander," Burr calls, rushing across the floor to stumble into him, pressing his face into Hamilton's neck and breathing in, scenting himself.
His pelvis aches, a low dull pressure, and his legs tremble, but there are things he wants to tell Hamilton, to hear.
"I love you," he says, because he had not said it when Hamilton had gone, and "I missed you. I didn't mean to be--" and he doesn't know what to say, because he had meant what he said but didn't mean to hurt Alexander, to force him away even as he needed space, to define in some way the only thing he could.
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"Alexander," Burr calls, rushing across the floor to stumble into him, pressing his face into Hamilton's neck and breathing in, scenting himself.
His pelvis aches, a low dull pressure, and his legs tremble, but there are things he wants to tell Hamilton, to hear.
"I love you," he says, because he had not said it when Hamilton had gone, and "I missed you. I didn't mean to be--" and he doesn't know what to say, because he had meant what he said but didn't mean to hurt Alexander, to force him away even as he needed space, to define in some way the only thing he could.
"My water--"