#fradams

I don't know what to title this yet so we'll just call it the Dad AU for now. This would be the prologue essentially in which Ben actually wants children because...well because I can. Also because he would probably make a good father tbh. I am once again blaming @dolley-madison for this because she puts ideas in my head. Enjoy! /// When Ben had first mentioned children, John had nodded and continued pouring his morning coffee. There was still another year before either of them were graduating and John assumed it was musing about a possible future. He tried not to think about the possibility that he wouldn't be in that version of Ben's future. They lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment, and some weeks they were so busy they only saw each other climbing into bed at night. There was school to worry about and Ben's job at that he computer repair shop and John's tutoring between shifts at the cafe down the street. And then there were debts and the responsibility of looking after another human being when John could barely look after himself and Ben lived off pop tarts. "I mean it. I think we'd make good parents." Ben had wrapped his arms around John's waist and John hummed in the non-commital way that indicated he hadn't had enough caffeine yet that morning for real conversation. "Let's try a plant first." "We already have plants. They're doing just fine." "Abby has our spare key. I think she waters them when we aren't home. Or maybe she just replaces them." "Alright, alright I get it." Ben pulled away slowly and John sighed. "A dog. Or a cat. Abby has a cat. If she'll let us take care of her cat for a month and we do well, we can get our own pet and go from there." "Deal." Ben grinned and John assumed that by his third cup of coffee, his boyfriend would have forgotten all about it. He didn't. John didn't know how he convinced Abby to go on a month long vacation but by the end of it John loved the tiny monster and was loathe to give her back. When Ben didn't needle him about getting their own pet, John assumed he'd decided it was too much responsibility. Instead a tiny mutt showed up in the living room on John's birthday. The little guy had scrambled eagerly into John's lap with ears that curled like horns and an arrow shaped marking on his tail. He'd jokingly named it Satan and the name had stuck and John figured that was alright because everyone in their building was over 18 and under 30. Calling the dog the devil couldn't be that bad when there weren't small children around and dissaproving middle aged adults. And then they'd graduated and to John's great suprise, Ben took him out for dinner and then through the park that summer and proposed right there in the starlight. He had hung around and while they fought regularly, as was to be expected with a couple involving John Adams, Ben still climbed into his bed every night anyways. It wasn't until Satan carried a pair of rings down the aisle that it hit John like a freight train. He wanted kids. Ben wanted kids. He wanted kids with Ben. They were married now and had actual jobs paying more than minimum wage. They were looking for a real house and out of school. The debt still hung around but it was manageable. The idea wasn't far fetched anymore. It was a future John could have with Ben. And so he waited a few more months, subtly set his heart on a house he didn't like but had an okay backyard, was in a cul de sac and within a good school district and most importantly had three bedrooms. Ben seemed puzzled but didn't object when he found out the house was within their price range. There was a reason for that. Which turned out to be that the house needed a lot of work. John fixed the backyard while Ben worked on the house and when he finished he tried to help inside. For the most part he was useless and used the time when Ben was working to look into adoption. It took another year and a few hospital trips to complete renovations but their anniversary came and went and John thought back to their early morning conversation three years ago when all was said and done. He gripped the papers in his hand tightly and sighed before walking into their home. They'd turned the house into a home. He marveled at that every time he walked in. "Hey sweetheart. How was your day?" Ben's voice traveled from the kitchen to the entry way and John followed it, finding Ben at the island surrounded by a disassembled toaster. It was a testament to how often it happened that John hardly narrowed his eyes at the mess. "Good. Yours?" "Eh." Ben shrugged, elbow deep in the microwave and John opened his mouth to ask why both appliances were dismantled before deciding against it. He either wouldn't understand or the answer wouldn't be worth it. "So." John slid the paper across the counter to Ben, suddenly nervous and Ben didn't look up. "So what?" "The papers Ben." "Uh huh." Ben swore and pulled his hand away before the microwave sparked. "I assume you mean what's-oh." His eyes scanned them quickly and John slapped his grease covered hands away before he could pick up the documents. "Wash your hands." "Are those-" "Adoption papers." John prodded at him until Ben moved to the sink. "Nothing official but we've been approved and they found a kid they think would be a good match for us. He's in a foster home right now but is ready to be adopted pending we pass the other steps." "You-" "I wanted to suprise you." Ben's grin was exuberant and John found himself smiling in response. He pulled John into a tight hug and lifted him off the ground and John smacked his shoulder. "That's...thank you. This is amazing." Ben kissed him quickly before looking back yo the papers and then hopefully at John. "Do we know anyhting about him?" "His name is James. I met him this afternoon. He's in an overcrowded foster home right now, I was told he gets sick a lot but I think we can handle it. He's just a little over six months old." "You held him and fell in love didn't you?" Ben laughed as he blushed. "No. Alright a little. You're to meet him before we start any of the paperwork or go through the process. I want us both to be ready for this. There's a lot of steps to it Ben we could still be-" "I know." Ben quieted him with a kiss. "Can I meet him now?" "Ben..." "Please." His expression was bright and hopeful and John sighed and pulled out his phone. "I'll call. But calm down, we might have to wait. It's getting pretty late." Ben bounced up and down on the balls of his feet as John made the call and when John sighed loudly as he hung up the phone Ben caught his eye. His smile and widened slowly and John nodded. "She said we can come by right now if you want." "Yes!" "Go put on nicer clothes. Honestly Benjamin. And get the grease out of your hair. Then we'll go. I'm not having you make a bad impression." John shook his head as Ben kissed his cheek and slipped off to the bedroom. Thirty minutes later and they had left, arriving at the foster home in another thirty. Nancy, she had insisted John call her Nancy when they first met, welcomed them in with a baby in her arms. "John! Good to see you again. I'm glad you could come again so soon." There was a knowing smile on her face and as they came inside she offered the baby to John who immediatley softened. "Nancy, this is my husband, Benjamin. Benjamin, this is Nancy and this..." He let Ben come closer for a better look at the infant. "This is James." James was asleep, wisps of dark hair on his head and a fist stuck in his mouth and Ben cooed softly. "Can I hold him?" John nodded and they transfered James with a minimum amount of fumbling. John fussily rearranged Ben's hold on James until he was satisfied and Nancy giggled in the background. "I suppose you two will be beginning the adoption process then?" "Yes." Ben answered quickly and John snorted a laugh. "Yes we will."

Ayy, more fradams. This time shameless, plotless smut. This is the fault of @dolley-madison I swear. I almost went further with but...I got embarrassed for myself for writing this. I'm so sorry. /// John looked exceedingly good today and frankly it was quite annoying. It had taken only a short four months to get him to entertain thoughts of wearing modern clothes, and only because their own clothes were starting to fall apart. Hamilton had worn his until they'd literally fallen apart and George had been forced to take them and leave Hamilton with nothing but modern clothes to wear. He'd worn a towel for two days straight before he was told in no uncertain terms that if he did that again he wouldn't like the consequences. Benjamin himself had of course taken to wearing modern styles and expirmented till he found something he liked almost as soon as he could afford to. The others had all been varying degrees of stubborn but followed his example eventually. John put time into his appearence, they all tended to of course but John seemed to enjoy it. He kept his wardrobe ordered and his hair was always perfectly done. It was unfair, especially the things it did for Ben. John was currently bending over to reach into the cabinets and Ben thanked clothing designers for skinny jeans. He had thought perhaps clothing that showed off butts and thighs had gone out of style with what most men walked around. It was luckily not the case as John had proved. Sometimes Ben wondered if John thought he was a slob in his sweatshirts and jeans. They were comfortable though at the very least, especially since he generally worked from the apartment. John stood up, placing the cereal he'd dug out of the cabinet on the counter and then reached up, trying to grab one of their last few clean bowls from the top shelf, shirt riding up as he did so. Ben knew if he'd had a frontal view, there would be slim pale hips peeking out over his jeans right now. Absolutely none of this was helping the morning boner that he'd carefully concealed beneath his laptop. Although he hadn't actually booted up his laptop yet and the cold metal was helping slightly. Ben closed his eyes and tried to think about something else. Hamilton. Oh yes that certianly did a lot to kill the boner. It wasn't that Alexander was bad looking but thinking back on Alexander the man was a pretty easy way to do it. The moping and mood swings mainly did it for him. "Ben." "Mhm." "Benjamin." Ben's eyes snapped open and John was standing at the counter facing him, one hand on his hip. "Sorry, yes?" "I need your help." John huffed and motioned to the bowls on the highest shelf. "Please." Ben stood, setting his laptop aside and strode over. John stepped aside to the bit so Ben could get to the cabinet and he snuck an arm around John's waist as he reached up. He grabbed the bowl and offered it to John, who was now trapped between Ben, the counter, and Ben's arm. John raised a skeptically eyebrow. "What do you want Ben?" "What time do you work at?" "My shift is this evening, why?" He took the bowl, ducked out under Ben's arm and started pouring his cereal at the island. Ben followed him, placing his hands on John's hips. "I'm just...wondering." John seemed entirely unaffected. "Alright." "John." Ben affected a slight wheedling into his voice and dropped his head slightly, brushing his nose into John's hair. "What do you want Ben?" "You look really nice today." "Thank you." Ah, there was John's pride getting into his tone and Ben grinned from behind him. "But seriously." His smile dropped for a moment before returning. He didn't say anything, just lowered his head to suck and bite gently just below where the collar of John's shirt would cover. John melted back against him. "Oh for goodness sake Ben." Ben continued working at his neck and John turned in his arms, letting Ben open up a few buttons of his shirt and bite at the junction of his neck and shoulder. John shoved him backwards against the counter, hand fisting on Ben's hoodie and pulling him in for a proper kiss. "What do you want Ben?" The question was entirely different this time and Ben grinned happily. He placed his hands on John's hips again and pulled him close, grinding their hips together and John moaned softly. "You have absolutely no self control." "I am well aware of that fact." A few more buttons popped open, giving Ben access to more of John's neck and chest and John stopped him quickly. "Ah. No. You want this you take your own shirt off." That order was eagerly followed, hoodie discarded to the floor and John rolled his eyes as Ben pulled him closer by the hips again. He tangled a hand in John's hair and tugged gently, guiding John to lean up for a proper kiss, hot and heavy. "Oh my god!" That was Hamilton's voice and Ben didn't allow John to step away but he did let them stop the kiss. Hamilton was glaring, arms crossed over his chest. Behind him stood Washington, eyebrow raised skeptically. "We share this kitchen. Keep your activities to the bedroom please." With that Washington left, a fiery blush appearing across John's cheeks. Hamilton still stood there, appraising and Ben lifted John over his shoulder, fireman style and headed toward the bedroom. "You planning on watching Hamilton? Haven't gotten some in so long you need a show?" Hamilton looked about to yell a retort when Ben swung the door shut behind him, tossing John on the bed. John sat up immediatley, grabbing Ben by the waistband and pulling him onto the bed, ending up over top of him. His shirt was shed quickly and John straddled him, eyes narrowed. Ben grinned in victory. John could take some convincing to move into anything slightly more heavy than their usual interactions but once he was passed the tipping point, he was there for good. John drew his hands over Ben's hip bones and he bucked slightly, encouragingly. That was when the door slammed open, a hoodie was tossed onto John's head and Ben caught sight of Madison before the door was slammed closed. There was a long pause during which Ben tried to stifle his laughter and then John gingerly lifted the hoodie off his head and set it on the floor. "Ben..." There was a few half-stifled giggles that slipped out and John's hands dipped beneath his waistband, effectively cutting off the laughter with a breathy moan. "Shut up." Ben didn't respond, only surged up for a kiss and fell back on the bed with a grin.