“Yeah?”, he hears his soon to be husband saying from inside.

“It´s me, can I come in?”

Alex is silent for a few moments, before he opens the door, giving him an unsure smile. He isn´t yet wearing his jacket and his tie is hanging loosely around his neck, but he still looks stunning.

“Did something happen? Is everything alright?”, Alex asks a bit worried, glancing past George into the hallway, as if he expects to see some sort of disaster lurking there.

“Everything is great. I just wanted to see you, make sure you are okay.”

Alexander´s eyes dart back to him and he gives him a bright smile.

“Everything is great. I´m so happy and so excited that I can barely handle it.”

George can´t help but smile back, reaching out to cup his fiancé´s face.

“Me too. I can´t wait to be able to officially call you my husband.”

Alex drops his eyes for a second, a soft blush spreading on his cheeks, and George can barely handle how much love he feels for him.

“Isn´t it like bad luck that we see each other before the actual marriage?”, Alex asks, but he pulls George into his dressing room, nonetheless.

George shrugs, leaning down to press a quick kiss onto Alexander´s lips.

“Does this feel like bad luck to you?”, he mumbles, and Alex shakes his head, grinning again.

“No, it absolutely doesn´t.”

He pulls George down to kiss him again, while manoeuvring him around the room. George just goes with it, completely lost in the kiss. He only opens his eyes when he feels his knees bumping into something, carefully sitting down on the chair, and pulling Alex into his lap. They part for the briefest moment, their foreheads pressed together, and their hot and rapid breath mingling, before George pulls him into a kiss again.

“Alex, baby, we really need to stop.”, George mumbles after some time, but still doesn´t make a move to let go of him.

“Hm? Do we really need to?”, Alex asks, pressing another kiss to George´s lips. “It´s our wedding after all, they can´t start without us, they will have to wait for us.”

George laughs softly at that, but still pushes Alex away insistently.

“We have time for that later.”, he says at Alexander´s whine, but silently agrees with the other man, that they should just keep doing that for the rest of the day.

Alex grumbles something, that George doesn´t understand and isn´t even sure he wants to understand, but finally gets off George´s lap. The older man stands up as well, gently fixing Alexander´s hair again, before he lets his hands drop to his shoulders. He takes the tie and he can feel his fiancé´s breath hitch a bit, and gives him a smile.

“You know I can do that myself?”, Alex asks, but doesn´t make a move to stop him.

“I know you can, but I like doing it for you and this is the last time I can tie it for you while I´m your fiancé.”

Alex laughs quietly at that, shaking his head.

“You are an idiot.”, he says fondly, leaning up to kiss George.

“I told you to stop that.”, George says with a laugh, taking a step back, while still holding onto the tie.

It takes him some fiddling, because Alex keeps squirming, before he manages to tie the cravat. After he is done, he takes a step back to see if it looks alright, before handing Alex his jacket. Alex slips into it and the sight almost takes his breath away. He feels himself tearing up a bit, even though he promised himself he wouldn´t cry on their big day, as unrealistic as it is.

“You look beautiful, Alexander.”, George whispers, his voice cracking a bit.

Alex gives him an almost shy smile and takes a step forward, lifting his hands to smooth out George´s jacket.

“Well, you are very handsome yourself. I´ve always liked my men in three-piece-suits.”

George laughs softly, leaning down to kiss Alexander´s head.

“I know. You´ve told me that on multiple occasions and that´s the reason I´m wearing it, my dear.”

Alex is about to say something as a response, when there´s a knock on the door. They both jump slightly in surprise, and Alex calls that they can come in.

“I was looking for you!”, John says, as soon as he opens the door. “You both should have been in the chapel like half an hour ago!”

He sounds a bit breathless and George thinks that Alexander´s expression looks almost guilty.

“Give us a second okay?”, Alex asks, and after a moment John nods with a sigh and closes the door again.

Alex turns back to George, smiling fondly up at him.

“You are the best husband anyone could ever wish for and you aren´t even my husband yet. God, I love you so much I can barely handle it.”

George is filled with so much love for the younger man that he is speechless for a moment, so he just pulls him against him, hugging him tightly to his chest.

“I love you so much. You have no idea how much I love you and I am the happiest man that I will be able to call you my husband soon.”

He hears Alex sniffling, before he lets out a laugh.

“Fuck you, you are making me cry and the wedding hasn´t even started yet.”, Alex complains, but there is only fondness in his voice.

“Payback´s a bitch, huh, honey?”, George gives back, which causes Alex to laugh even more.

“I absolutely can´t believe you´ve just said that. Especially on our wedding day.”

He leans back to look at George, giving him a bright smile, and then gets on his tiptoes to press one last kiss to his lips. Alex disentangles himself from him a moment later, stepping back and taking his hand.

“Ready, my husband?”, George asks, and Alex smiles up at him.

“I have never been readier in my life, my husband.”, he gives back.

That being said, he was also quite insecure about the things that mattered. The matters of his birth, the hurricane on his island, his mum dying. All he would openly share but at night was when the nightmares and crying would kick in. He’d cower at the sound of thunder, blame himself for his mother’s passing. All George could do on those nights was hold him closer and tell him where he was, that he was safe. Offering reassurance that he was in their dingy apartment in New York, not in a shack in Nevis, or wherever he actually came from.

A lot of nights though, he would stay up until the early hours of the morning, reviewing documents, looking over cases, rewording documents. George could never get him to stop. So on mornings like this, early Saturday mornings where he knew for a fact neither had anything on, he let the man sleep. God knows he doesn’t get enough anyway.

He slipped out of the Caribbean man’s arms, smiling fondly at the whine that escaped the sleeping man as he latched onto a pillow and snuggled back to sleep. He savoured the moments for just another minute before enacting his plan.

He was gonna cook the best damn breakfast in bed, Alex had ever had. If he’d ever had one, that is. It was all going well, the bacon was cooking nicely, the eggs didn’t have too many shells and he’d long perfected the art of cooking toast. The setting you put it on, the temperature of the bread. He had it down to a science. There was only one last thing he had to put on, he’d already boiled the water and ground the beans and that was…

“Coffee.” A tired looking, young man staggered out of the room George had left not even an hour ago. He cursed himself for not being quicker, as he knew that Alex was still quite an early riser, even after a late night on a weekend. Especially when George wasn’t there to coax him back into bed.

“Haven’t put it on yet love, just about to. Didn’t realise you’d be up so soon.” The older man turned to engulf Alex in a hug, kissing the tip of his nose and smiling fondly.

Alex cocked his head sideways, seemingly not understanding a word George had just said. George had to swallow his cooing, Alex was adorable when he woke up, with his bed hair and wearing a pair of glasses as everything was quite blurry in the morning. He was also still in George’s shirt, with a pair of tracksuit pants and was rubbing his eyelids with the palm of his hand.

This time George couldn’t stop his coo, Alex whined at him, nuzzling George’s hand as if it would speed up the process of making coffee. It didn’t.

“Coffee?” He whimpered again.

George pinched his cheeks. “Is that the only word you know how to say, little one? You want coffee?”

It was then the coffee pot stopped boiling and George was quick to drop a sugar cube and a splash of milk into the cup. Alex took the cup gratefully, moaning as he took a large sip and burning his tongue, like he had so many times before. Luckily George remembered this time to put some cooler water into the coffee, so he wouldn’t get too burnt.

“Thanks.” Alex’s voice was sleepy and he rubbed his face against George’s shirt, itching his nose and nursing his coffee cup. It was warming up his cold hands, as it was a winter’s morning. The cup itself was Alexander’s favourite bought by George on his first day of his new job. It read ‘My Work Is My Legacy, Yours Is Formatted Wrong’.

He found it very amusing and often brought it to meetings where he thought the people were incompetent or arseholes, or in some cases, both. These meetings included Thomas Jefferson, the pompous arsehole who thought the world revolved around him and would slam Hamilton at every turn. Aaron Burr, who was a great lawyer, but outside the courtroom didn’t have a backbone or make a decision to save his life. Clients from other companies like Samuel Seabury, a stickler for the rules and Charles Lee, who was now permanently banned from the office after a punch up with Alex’s best friend, John.

But he wasn’t thinking about that right now, in fact, it was one of the rare mornings where he was just thinking about how lucky he was to be alive in that moment. How lucky he was to spend it with George, how good his friends were, how grateful he was to have his job and everything that had led him up to this point in life.