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Our Boys (Washington x Reader x Smol!HamilSquad)

Prompts: 287: “This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.” 271: “Tell me a secret.”

Words: 6,301

A/N: (Okay, so basically how I write my Imagines is I have a randomizer that randomizes a list of names, and whoever’s name comes out at the top of the list is who I write the Imagine for. For prompts, I use a number randomizer to give me numbers that I pick out of the 390 Imagine prompts.

In this case, I picked GWash and the two prompts… And just gosh darn I really wanted to write something that included the smol!Hamilsquad. Keep in mind, I played around with the ages a bit. Smol Ham is 11, smol Laurens is 12, smol Laf is 11, and Smol Herc is 15.)

“George? Are you alright?”

(Name)’s husband let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck with uncertainty. “Yeah… I just… This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”

The woman gave her husband a comforting smile, rubbing his arm as they approached the law office. “Don’t worry. We’ve prepared for this, we’re ready.”

“But what if they don’t like me? What if they don’t acclimate?” George fretted, furrowing his brows as he looked down at his wife.

(Name) let out a huff of laughter, quickly pressing a kiss to her husband’s lips to keep him from rambling. “George. Whoever we meet, whatever kids we take care of, they’re going to love you.”

The veteran gave his wife a small smile, feeling slightly convinced as they entered the office. They were greeted and directed to a young woman’s office, who smiled at the couple as they sat down in front of her desk.

“Mr. and Mrs. Washington, it’s wonderful to finally put faces to the names. I’m Nicole Wilson.” The young woman spoke, shaking the husband’s and the wife’s hands as she sat down in her chair and shuffled around with a couple files. “You’ve been recommended highly by several of my associates, and I think I can finally give you two an assignment.”

“That’s wonderful news.” (Name) answered with a smile, holding George’s hand as they sat next to each other.

“But, may I ask why you two decided to become foster parents?” Nicole inquired. “I understand it might be personal, but these are things I just need to know.”

(Name) glanced at George, and he gave her a nod to go ahead. “Well… I was never able to have children of my own, and George here is retired from the military.”

“I was a general overseas, but was given the opportunity to retire… I wanted to spend more time with my wife, and we wanted to help children who didn’t have a family.” George finished, giving his wife’s hand a squeeze.

Nicole smiled at the couple, nodding her head. “How very noble. Mrs. Washington, what do you do for a living?”

“I work as the local private school as a French teacher, and I’m head of the language department. George works as one of the coaches at the same school, he’s also the head of disciplinary.” (Name) explained.

“I see, so you two are around older kids?”

“We have neighbors, one has three daughters, and another has a son. We used to look after them when they were younger.” George replied. “We’re not strangers to either.”

Nicole gave a nod in understanding. “Well then, let’s see who you two are getting.” She pulled four files from her desk and walked around to hand them to the couple. “Now, I want to warn of both that this might be a troubling case. But, there is a group of four boys who refuse to be separated.”

“Four?” (Name) asked as her eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Are they brothers?” George questioned as he opened the first of the four files.

“Not biologically, but they might as well be.” Nicole sighed. “Their names are Alexander, John, Hercules, and Gilbert. Alexander’s biological father left him when he was a baby, and his mother died several years ago after they came to New York from the Caribbean. John lost his mother at a young age as well, and his father wanted little to nothing to do with him, so he gave him up. Hercules got separated from his family a couple years ago, and they haven’t been found. And Gilbert came from France with his mother, but she couldn’t support him by herself so she had to give him up and was later deported back to France.”

(Name) looked over the files of the children with her husband. She immediately felt her heart ache for the four boys. She looked up at Nicole. “Why are they grouped together?”

“Well, at one point they were all in the same foster home with one another about three years ago. They just grew close and they’ve been together ever since. No one has been able to break them apart.” Nicole answered. “Do you think you can handle these boys? They’ve been through some heavy stuff.”

George looked from the pictures provided with each file to his wife. “Well, (Name)? What do you think?”

(Name) looked at her husband, then to the four pictures. Alexander’s picture was of a boy with black hair that was slicked away from his face, his brown eyes dull. John’s was of a boy with tanned skin and freckles scattering his face and his tightly curled hair pulled away from his face into a tiny bun, his eyes were distant as they stared at camera. Gilbert’s picture was of a boy with slightly darker skin, his mess of hair pulled back in a ponytail, his dark eyes averting slightly from the picture. Hercules’ picture was of a slightly older boy, a knit beanie on his head and a frown etched into his dark face.

“I think we’re going to need to get a couple bunk beds instead of that one twin sized.”

“(Name)!”

(Name) looked up from the book she was reading on her front porch to see one of her neighbors waving to her. She smiled and put the book down, walking over to the picket fence where her neighbor stood. “Good morning, Philip. How are you this morning?”

The father laughed. “I’m well. The girls are off shopping with their mother, so I have the house to myself for a bit.” He spoke, looking over his shoulder at his own home. “I hear today is the big day, right?”

(Name) nodded. “Child Services are bringing the boys later, George is out shopping for something to make for dinner to welcome them.”

“Good… I know how much you and George want this. Plus, I’m pretty sure the girls will enjoy some new kids to hang around besides baby Burr.” Philip chuckled.

The young woman smiled, looking over her shoulder at the Burr residence. “Aaron is a sweet kid, and you know as well as I do his parents are good people.”

Philip nodded in agreement. “Very true. Don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need it, now. We’ll be more than happy to help out.”

“Thank you, Philip. That means a lot to us.” (Name) said with a smile. She turned her head to see a dark van begin to drive up the street, recognizing her husband’s vehicle. “George is home. I better help him.”

“Of course, you two enjoy the rest of your day.” Philip spoke as he turned away from (Name) and made his way back to his own house.

The wife watched as her husband drove in, giving him a kiss as he stepped out of the van and went to open the back of the van. “What all did you get?”

“What didn’t I get? I couldn’t decide between pizza, burgers, or spaghetti, so I got the makings for all of them.” George laughed quietly as he picked up several of the canvas bags, walking across the front yard to the house.

(Name) laughed at her husband, walking with him to the kitchen with bags in her own hands. She pressed a kiss to his cheek as she set the bags down. “I’m sure they like whatever we make. Plus, you’ll get to show off your grilling skills if they decide on hamburgers.” She said with a grin as she pulled away to put away the groceries.

The husband and wife went into their regular routine, putting away the food in its respective places. (Name) had bought more dishes and silverware to accommodate the new additions to the house. George had spent a couple days assembling the two bunk beds in the boy’s bedroom, fitting them with sheets, and assuring that there would be enough storage room for the four boys by the time they arrived. By mid afternoon, the couple sat on the couch watching the local news, (Name)’s head on her husband’s chest with his arm around her shoulders to keep her close.

“And you’re sure about this?” George murmured as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s head. “These boys, you really want to take care of them?”

(Name) nodded. “They need someone to, George. These boys need to know that they have someone looking after them.”

“I’ve heard that Hercules was known to be a rebellious teen. He might be troublesome.” George spoke. “Nicole did say he fought a lot with his past foster fathers.”

“Nothing you can’t handle, General.” (Name) spoke, taking her husband’s hand and bringing it to her lips.

“And what about Gilbert? What if I can hardly talk to him?” Asked George.

“George. You do remember I am fluent, right? There won’t be a communication problem between any of us.” (Name) chuckled, looking up at her husband as she placed her free hand on his knee. “We’re going to be just fine.”

The long awaited knock just sounded at the front door of the house. (Name) gave George a small smile and squeezed his hand before standing. He followed his wife in suit as they made their way to the door.

Upon opening the door, the couple was faced with Nicole, and behind her stood the four boys. Alexander stood close to John, fidgeting slightly as he kept his eyes fixed on the ground. Gilbert looked up at (Name) and George, silently sizing the two up. Hercules stood on the bottom step, holding three suitcases and a duffle bag on his shoulder.

“Mr. and Mrs. Washington, it’s good to see you again.” Nicole beamed as she stepped aside for the boys. “I would like you both to meet Alexander, John, Hercules, and Gilbert.”

“Um… Lafayette, Mademoiselle.” The young child corrected in his native tongue, anxiously rocking on his heels.

(Name) smiled lightly, bending down and meeting Layafette’s gaze. “Bonjour, Lafayette.” She greeted, inwardly chuckling at the surprise on the boy’s face.

“Why don’t we get you boy’s inside? We can get you settled.” George suggested as he opened the door wider so at the boys could walk in.

They lingered back, however. That was until Hercules walked up the steps, silently passing the husband and wife. John gently nudged Alexander, and the two followed Hercules. Lafayette followed close behind them.

Nicole gave George and (Name) a look of worry. “Are you two going to be okay? You only have to call if something comes up.”

“We’ll be fine, Nicole. Thank you.” (Name) answered, smiling at the young woman.

“We’ve got this covered.” George agreed, despite the uncertainty in his gaze.

Nicole gave the couple a nod, her smile still present as she turned and walked back to her car.

(Name) let her husband close the door as she turned back to the boys, smiling as they looked around at the sizable house. She walked over to them, drawing their attention. “How about I show you boys to your room?”

“Yes… Please.” Alexander mumbled, glancing up at the woman for a split second before looking back at the wood floor.

She smiled and nodded, beginning to walk down the hall as she led the boys through their new home.

She turned on the light, stepping aside so that the four boys could walk in. “There’s bunk beds for you four, so you can choose which beds you would like.”

“Dibs on a top!” John exclaimed to the three boys as he ran over to the bunk bed that was on the left side of the room. The excitement from the boy made (Name) smile.

“I’m bunking with John!” Alexander piped up, going over to the bottom bunk and sitting down on the comforter.

Hercules looked down at Lafayette. “What do you say, Laf? Top or bottom?”

“…Top.”

(Name) watched as Hercules walked around the room, placing the suitcases down by the two dressers. He walked back to his bunk, dropping his duffle on his bed. “Well… What do you boys feel like having for dinner? We have the makings for pizza, burgers, and spaghetti.”

The boys were silent, hesitant to answer before John piped up. “What do you recommend?” He asked.

“Me?” (Name) inquired, slightly surprised. “Well, my husband is an excellent cook on the grill, meanwhile I’m better in the kitchen. Spaghetti is actually a specialty of mine, if I do say so myself.”

John looking over at the other three boys. “I’m fine with that…”

“Me too.” Alexander agreed.

“And me.” Lafayette spoke.

(Name) looked over at Hercules. “Is that okay with you, Hercules?”

Her only response as a gruff “Yes.”

The woman nodded. “Alright, well I’ll go get started, and you boys can go ahead and get settled.” She spoke as she turned out of the room, leaving the four boys to themselves.

“What do you guys think of them?” Alexander asked as he opened his suitcase.

“She seems nice. The husband looks… Kinda scary. I guess.” John answered as he climbed up onto his bed, flopping down on his back.

“I like the madame, she can speak French!” Lafayette grinned as he sat next to Hercules.

“She said two words, Laf.” Hercules chuckled. “That doesn’t mean she can speak it.”

Lafayette pouted slightly. “Still. I like her.”

“What about you, Herc? What do you think?” John asked, looking over at the oldest of the four boys.

“I dunno… I try not to let first impressions dictate.” Hercules replied as he adjusted the knit beanie on his head. “We’ll just have to see how long this lasts… But no matter how long, we’re sticking together, okay?” He said with a grin, moving a hand and ruffling Lafayette’s hair, despite the boy’s protest.

(Name) hummed as she put the water on to boil. Smiling when she felt her husband’s arm moving to hold her by the waist.

“How are the boys?” He asked, kissing his wife’s temple.

“Lafayette seemed taken with the fact that I can speak French.” (Name) chuckled, lingering in her husband’s hold before moving to get a skillet for browning the beef. “John is actually a bit excitable. Hercules and Alexander do seem to be rather quiet.”

George nodded in response. “I see… But, so far so good?”

The wife nodded at her husband. “Yes. George… I know this isn’t like starting from the beginning, but we’re going to make this work, okay?”

The old general joined his wife, gently taking her hand into his and cupping her cheek. “(Name). I know… I’m sorry. I do want this to work, I’m just worried that something will happen. I know nothing will, but-”

(Name) pressed a kiss to her husband’s lips to silence his rambling. “I know, I know. We’re in this together, love. We’ll get through this.”

George met his wife’s gaze, smiling at her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know.”

The two moved apart to prepare for dinner. George got ready to set the table while (Name) worked on browning the beef. Just as George pulled out the plates, he looked up to see the boys coming back down the hall.

“All settled?” George asked the boys.

Alexander gave a slight nod. “Yes sir.”

George nodded, smiling slightly at the boys. “Would any of you like to help set the table?”

None of them answered, but Hercules stepped up and began to move the plates around the table. George took that as an answer as he went to get silverware. The other three simply looked around the dining room of the house.

(Name) looked out of the corner of her eye as she cooked to see Alexander and John wander over to one of the bookshelves that stood in the wall of the walkway between the dining room and the living room.

“You served?” John suddenly asked, turning to look at George who had looked up from getting cups from the cabinet. (Name) looked over to see that he had spotted George’s old army picture.

“Yes,” George replied with a quiet chuckle. “I served as a general.”

Alexander looked at the veteran in wonder. “That’s so cool… What do you do now?”

“Well, I’m a coach for a school a little ways away from here. We both work at the same school.” George explained, looking over at his wife.

John turned his head to (Name). “You’re a teacher? What kind?”

“I teach French,” She heard Lafayette gasp, which made her chuckle. “I’m the head of the language department as well.”

“I told you so!” Lafayette said to Hercules, causing the other two boys to laugh.

(Name) looked over at her husband, smiling slightly at him as the boys talked amongst themselves. George stepped over to his wife, getting napkins out of the drawer beside her.

“See? They think you’re cool.” She murmured quietly to him.

“Two out of four. Lafayette seems taken with you, however.” George replied.

The wife chuckled at her husband, glancing over to see Hercules join Alexander and John by the shelf. “Three down… One to go.”

Dinner went well. The boys seemed to enjoy the food, Hercules did too, despite his quietly picking at it. Throughout the course of dinner, the other three couldn’t seem to ask enough questions.

“So… Where are we going to go to school?” Alexander asked as he sipped his milk.

“The school that we work at is a middle, and high school. You, John, and Lafayette would be put into the middle school, and Hercules would be put into the high school.” (Name) explained.

“Would we see each other?” John inquired, wiping tomato sauce off of his chin.

“Well, Alexander and Lafayette will probably be put into the same class, and we can arrange that to happen if you two would like that.” George explained, looking over to the youngest of the four boys.

“… I would like that.” Alexander piped.

“Oui.” Lafayette agreed.

“What about me and Herc?” John asked.

“Alexander and Lafayette are both in sixth grade, John, you’ll be put into the seventh, and Hercules will be put into the ninth grade.” (Name) answered. “But, both George and I teach both the middle and high schools. So we would be available to you boys during the day.”

A silence settled over the boys, none of them said a word of protest, or a word at all. (Name) looked over at her husband, noticing that he was looking over at her from across the table as well.

“For the record, our neighbors have kids that go to our school as well.” (Name) mentioned. “Mr. Schuyler has three daughters, and the Burr’s have a son.”

The boys didn’t respond, and the remainder of dinner was spent in silence.

George collected the dishes, and was pleasantly surprised when Lafayette asked if he could help at all. He brought Lafayette over to the sink and dishwasher, teaching him how the dishes were done around the house. (Name) watched as Hercules and John went to their room, letting out a quiet sigh as they left.

Wait… Where did Alexander wander off to?

“George, I’ll be right back.” (Name) told her husband as she began to search the home.

She was surprised to find the boy in her office, studying the many books that lined the shelves. (Name) walked over to join him as he looked over her classic literature section of the numerous books.

“A fan of reading, Alexander?” She asked, causing the boy to jump in surprise.

“Yeah… I don’t think I’ve seen this many books in one house before, though.” Alexander murmured, a hand moving to brush against the spines.

(Name) chuckled. “What can I say? I’ve always liked the classics. Plus, reading is just one of my favorite pastimes.”

“And writing is one of mine.” Alexander spoke, almost bashfully. “I was given a ribbon for best fourth grade essay a couple years ago.”

“Very impressive.” (Name) said with a smile. “I’m pretty friendly with the english department in the middle school, I’m sure they’d love to see how you write. You’d probably be doing a lot of it.”

The woman laughed quietly as she noticed Alexander’s face light up from the information. “You know, Alexander. You’re welcome to read any of my books, any time you’d like.”

“Really?” Alexander asked. “That’s okay?”

“Mmhm. George and I want you boys to be comfortable while you’re staying here. We’re more than happy to share what we have with you while you’re here.” (Name) spoke, putting a hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “Plus. It’ll be nice to have someone who enjoys reading as much as I do in the house.”

Alexander gave the woman a small smile, looking up at the shelf and taking several books into his arms. “Thank you, Mrs. Washington.” He said gratefully before he walked out of the office and to his room.

(Name) chuckled softly as she went back to the kitchen just in time to see George finish teaching Lafayette how to load the dishwasher.

“And that’s that.” George finished, wiping his hands on his pants. “Thank you for the help, Lafayette. It was very nice of you to offer.”

“I’m glad to help, Monsieur Washington.” Lafayette answered, giving George a smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sort of used to it, I guess.”

“Well, any help is welcome.” (Name) spoke as she went to join her husband. “Let us know if there is anything we can do for you, okay?”

“Oui. Merci, Madame Washington.” Lafayette said, giving the couple a small smile before turning to head to his room.

George let out a quiet chuckle as he turned to his wife, hugging her waist. “Did you find Alexander?” He asked (Name) as he kissed her forehead.

“Found him in the office, turns out he likes to read and write.” (Name) murmured, a grin tugging her lips upwards.

George laughed, meeting (Name)’s bright (e/c) eyes with his own. “That ought to make you happy, having another bookworm in the house.”

“Hey!” She laughed, lightly hitting her husband’s arm. “But… I think things are going well so far. They start school next week, if we just spend the rest of the weekend getting them comfortable, we might really have something here.”

The husband smiled at his wife, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his wife’s lips. Upon pulling away, he began to speak softly to her. “I’m glad we’re doing this. And I’m glad that we’re making it work.”

“Alex, bro, you made out like a freaking bandit!” John exclaimed as he looked at the pile of books Alexander had picked out from their new foster mother’s office.

“I know!” Alexander agreed with a grin. “Mrs. Washington was really nice about letting me borrow her books, said I could borrow however many I wanted!”

Lafayette laughed as he climbed up onto his bed. “They both seem really nice, Monsieur Washington is actually really easy to talk to.”

“And damn can the Missus cook.” John hummed, going to one of the dresser drawers to pull out some pajamas. “Still on the fence, Herc?” He asked, looking over to the oldest of the four boys who was stretched out on his bed.

Hercules nodded. “Yup.”

“Hercules, mon frère, I think we might have a place here… The Washingtons seem really nice, and they seem to want us.” Lafayette spoke, looking over the edge of his bunk. “Give them a chance.”

“I’m giving them more than a day, Laf.” Said Hercules, looking up at Lafayette. “You guys remember that one house from like a year ago? The one we couldn’t even last a day in? I’ve learned well enough not to judge everyone by first impressions.”

The other boys glanced at one another before Alexander went to stand next to Hercules. “Just… Give them a chance, okay?”

The oldest for the four gave Alexander a grin, reaching over and ruffling the younger boy’s hair. “Don’t you worry, Alex. I’ll adjust.”

“Alright, guys. Time to go.” (Name) spoke as she grabbed the keys to the van. She watched as the men of the house quickly scrambled to get their stuff packed and their breakfast down.

Three weeks into the new routine with four growing boys in the house, and everything was running rather smoothly. The boys had grown comfortable in the home, even the reserved Hercules.

Alexander had already read almost half of (Name)’s personal library, Lafayette helped make most of the meals, and John and Hercules helped around the house. The boys had all gotten the school supplies they need from a shopping trip to the mall, and their foster parents even treated them all to a dinner out and a movie.

(Name) and George discovered John had a talent for sketching, and turtles for whatever reason. Hercules could actually be very passionate about something once he set his mind to it. The teen actually had an eye for fashion of all things. Alexander loved writing, as he had told (Name), but the husband and wife were both surprised at the amount of how much he could write and how beautifully he wrote. (Name) was pleasantly surprised when she realized that Lafayette knew his way around the kitchen, and gladly took the opportunity to include more French cuisine in the family’s diet.

So far, life was in a comfortable and steady pace.

The boys grabbed their backpacks and made their way out to the van, George joined (Name) by the door, pressing a kiss to her head like usual.

“I’m simply amazed at how easy this is now.” George spoke, watched as the boys debated about who got the furthest back seats or the middle seats.

“I told you this would work.” (Name) chuckled as she walked out with her husband, locking the door behind them. “Let’s get to work.” She told her husband before leading him to the family van, throwing him the keys. “Your turn.”

George rolled his eyes and went to the driver’s side door. “Alright guys, all in.” He told the boys. Soon enough, Hercules and Alexander were in the back row, while John and Lafayette were in the middle row. George and (Name) both took their seats and the drive to school began.

“So, you boys ready for school today?” (Name) asked, looking in the rear view mirror to look back at the boys.

“Oui, but I am not looking forward to my math class.” Lafayette grumbled, letting out a yawn.

“Oh yeah, you have a quiz today, right?” George questioned as he turned out of the neighborhood.

“Yup.” Alexander affirmed as he looked up from the book he was reading.

(Name) chuckled, looking over at her husband. “Aren’t the seventh grade boys going through physical exams today?”

“If by ‘physical exams’ you mean me testing what the kids can do athletic wise, then yes.” George replied.

“I hope you’re up for the challenge, John.” (Name) said, looking over her shoulder at the freckled boy.

John grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Please. I’m gonna blow all those guys away.”

“We’ll see about that.” George chuckled. “Let’s just see if you can’t not embarrass yourself in front of the sixth grade, since they do have a P.E. class during yours.”

“Hey, that just gives us a chance to cheer John on.” Alexander said, leaning forward and nudging John’s shoulder from the seat behind him.

Hercules let out a yawn. “Just don’t embarrass yourselves too much out there, I have a rep in the high school I’m trying to uphold. I don’t need you dorks ruining that.”

“The heck kind of rep you got?!” John exclaimed. “You were complaining about how you couldn’t pick up a junior!”

(Name) couldn’t help but laugh as the boys talked, looking over at her husband as he continued to drive. Reaching a hand over, she gently rubbed his arm.

“Mrs. Washington! Your phone’s ringing!”

(Name) turned around from the whiteboard to see Eliza raising her hand, her head looking towards the phone that sat on (Name)’s desk.

“Merci, Eliza.” (Name) spoke quickly as she went to answer the phone. “Mrs. Washington.” She said into the receiver.

“(Name), when the class period ends, I need you to meet me in my office.” She heard George speak.

The woman’s eyebrows furrowed. “Okay… What happened?”

“A bit of a scuffle during the physical exams. We need to have a talk with our middle schoolers.”

(Name) walked briskly out of her classroom when the bell rang, ending the period. She moved past students as they flooded the halls, making her way out of the building and heading to the gym. Stepping into the spacious building, she turned into a hallway and turned again into her husband’s office. George sat at his desk as he spoke to their three middle school foster sons.

“Are you boys alright?” (Name) asked, walking over to George’s desk and watching as all the boys looked in her direction.

“It wasn’t our fault!”

“Lee started it!”

“Nous étions seulement cousin défendre!”

“Boys!” George spoke sternly, effectively silencing the three. He let out a sigh, turning to his wife. “As I said on the phone… There was a scuffle during the exams.”

(Name) turned to the three boys, all three were averting her gaze. “What happened?”

John reluctantly looked up. “Lee… Charles Lee was being a jerk. So I shut him up.”

“By doing what?” (Name) questioned.

He fidgeted in his seat. “I… Might have pushed him into a basket ball rack.”

“And gave him a bloody nose.” George added.

“He deserved it!” John protested, standing up.

“Yeah!” Alexander agreed. “He was slandering you both!”

(Name)’s eyebrows raised in surprise, looking at her husband who looked just as surprised. “What did he say?”

Lafayette looked up at (Name). “He… He said that Monsieur Washington wasn’t fit to be a coach and that he should just go back to the battlefield where he came from… And that you should just quit teaching and…” He stopped, as if he was too disgusted to go on.

“Lafayette.” (Name) went over to the boy and kneeled to meet his gaze. “What did he say?”

“He said you were a horrible teacher… And said that if you wanted a job so bad that you could have just slept with the principle instead of marrying a coach… ” He mumbled, disgusted with the fact that he even had to repeat it.

(Name) felt her face heat up in embarrassment and anger. Looking back at her husband, she could tell that he was trying to control his own anger. She let out a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. “Okay… That teacher thing I can understand considering he thinks that I purposely gave him an F on a test.”

She looked over at her husband who was standing from his seat and walking over to join his wife. “Boys… You know you didn’t have to do such a thing. We’re teachers, and we can fight our own battles.” George spoke as he leaned against his desk.

“We know… But you two have been so nice to us.” Alexander spoke.

“You didn’t deserve what he was saying. Either of you.” John agreed, looking up at the husband and wife.

“We wanted to try and give back.” Lafayette added, wringing his hands.

(Name) felt a small smile pull at her lips. She looked over at George, her husband just shook his head with a small sigh.

“You guys are good kids, you know?” He spoke, smiling at the three boys.

(Name) stepped forward and brought the three boys into a hug. She felt the three stiffen, but soon relax after a moment or two.

“Next time someone tries talking about me and George that way, please don’t resort to violence.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay.”

“Oui.”

A week had gone by since the incident with Charles Lee, kid got himself suspended for two weeks and a month’s worth of detention when he came back. The three boys didn’t get away scott-free, but they learned their lessons. Hercules wasn’t happy that he was the last one to find out about the whole thing, but he got over it pretty quickly after knowing that his three brothers were okay.

(Name) yawned, waking up from resting on her husband’s shoulder after a new family tradition: Family Movie Night. Every Saturday after dinner, the family would settle down and watch a movie that someone had picked. It being John’s turn, he decided on Avatar. At some point, George fell asleep, and (Name) followed in suit.

What surprised (Name) when she looked around, was that the living room was empty aside from her and George, who was quietly snoring next to her. She carefully stood as to not disturb George and walked down the dark hall. Upon peeking into the boy’s room, she smiled at what she saw.

Hercules was setting Alexander down in his bed, brushing his dark hair out of his face before tucking him in. He peeked up at John, who was snoring away in his bunk. Just as he turned to go back to his own bed, he met (Name)’s gaze.

“C’ome on, I think we should have a little chat.” She said quietly, motioning with her head for Hercules to follow her.

Hercules looked at his sleeping brothers before giving (Name) a nod, he was told and followed the woman through the home and to the front porch.

“Do you always do that when George and I fall asleep? Carry the boys to their beds?” (Name) asked, closing the door behind her and Hercules.

“I guess.” He answered with a shrug, leaning against the railing and looking out at the dark neighborhood. “I used to send them to bed in other foster homes… I guess I’m just used to helping them get there.”

(Name) nodded in understanding. “I understand… You’re a very responsible young man, Hercules.”

He huffed a laugh. “I got those knuckleheads in loco parentis… I want to be someone they can depend on.”

“And what about you?” (Name) asked.

Hercules frowned. “I depend on myself and my brothers…” He mumbled. He glanced at (Name) for a moment, but turned his head away.

The woman watched the teenager, a sigh leaving her lips. She looked up at the night sky. “Tell me a secret.”

“Huh?” Hercules quirked a brow at the woman.

“You tell me a secret, and I tell you one.” She explained, flashing the boy a smile.

The teen still looked uneasy, but he gave in with a huff. “I can’t forgive horrible parents… Parents who abandon their kids.” He began. “I can’t forgive Alex’s dad for walking out on him and his mom. I can’t forgive John’s dad for giving him up, I can’t forgive Laf’s mom for leaving him, and I can’t forgive my parents…”

“But without all of your parents… You all wouldn’t be brothers.” (Name) reasoned gently.

“That doesn’t matter!” Hercules protested, glaring at the ground. “We made it through Hell to get somewhere good… We made it through Hell to get here.” He murmured, glancing up at (Name) before averting his gaze. “Your turn.”

The woman chuckled softly, nodding. “George and I were never able to have kids of our own.” She began, giving Hercules a sad smile when he looked over at her.

“You…?”

She nodded. “I wasn’t able to carry a baby… George and I came to the conclusion that we either adopt or we become foster parents.”

Hercules stared at (Name) for a good few minutes before speaking again. “Why foster parents?”

“George knew what it was like to lose family members at a young age… He and I agreed that we don’t want any kid to feel like that unless we had a say in it… We wanted to help.”

The teen stared quietly at (Name), the woman met his gaze and smiled at him. She places a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance.

“I’m glad that we were able to give you boys a place you can call home.” (Name) said to the teenager.

“Yeah… We are too.” Hercules agreed. “First night, the kids were completely taken with you two.” He laughed.

“Were not!”

The two turned to the front door, which was now cracked open. Several hushed yells were heard behind the door, as well as frantic hushing.

“You knuckleheads are supposed to be in bed.” Hercules spoke as he opened the door, revealing his three brothers, as well as George who stood over them.

“Yes, but the ‘knuckleheads’ were wondering where their brother and foster mother went… Or where their ‘Mom’, ‘Ma’, and ‘Maman’ was.”

(Name)’s eyebrows rose in surprise, looking down at the three boys who were shuffling nervously. “Well, I’m glad that my sons were concerned about me and their brother.”

“We were.” Alexander agreed. “I mean… We knew where Dad was.”

“Yeah, you could hear him snore from our room.” John agreed, flinching when he heard George cleared his throat. 

“But papa got worried too when he didn’t know where you two were.” Lafayette piped up, looking up at (Name) and Hercules.

(Name) smiled at her husband, giving him a nod before patting Hercules’ back. “Come on boys, let’s get you all into bed. It’s getting late.”

It took a few minutes or wrangling and corralling, but the couple managed to get the boys into their bedroom and into their beds with the help of Hercules. (Name) stood at the door with George, smiling at the boys as they settled down.

“Good night, boys.” George spoke. “Sleep well.”

“We’ll see you in the morning.” (Name) promised.

“Good night.”

“G’night.”

“Bonne nuit.”

“Night… Mom. Dad.”

(Name) smiled at her husband, taking him by the hand and leading him to their bedroom. As George closed the door, (Name) wrapped her arms around his broad chest and kissed him fondly. “I love our boys.” She hummed.

George pulled away, smiling at his wife in agreement. “I love them too.”

Do you remember what mcc it was where the admins hit philza into the void in rocket spleef?

it was mcc 11!

When the whole party is down but your bard is up

not only the quiz tommy took was rigged, but the creator did a villain type exposition speech on it, absolutely shading the hell out of him

so i found out 2 songs had the same bpm