Me: (ears perking up) You want me to rap something for you?!
My mind: *I never thought I’d live to see this day*
Mom: Yes, come in here.
Me: (bursting in the room) Lafayette! I’m taking this horse by the reins making Redcoats redder with blood stains. Lafayette! And I’m never gonna stop until I make em drop and burn em up and scatter their remains.
Heyyyy everyone. Hope you enjoy this fic, I loved writing this it was so much fun. Shoutout to my friend @pumpernickelbae for first reading this fic for me and being so supportive of my writing, and also, shoutout to my friend @omqitsnaya because she was so engaged while reading this and telling me all these thing while she was reading them and she’s just an angel. i love them so much.
Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader
Summary: You try to figure out how to tell Anthony you’re pregnant. With triplets.
Word count: 2086
Warnings: Just cursing, a cute Anthony being really oblivious to everything
You were having triplets. The moment the doctor said it you
could hardly believe it.
“Excuse me?” You
asked, your voice rising to high decibels.
The doctor turned to look at you. “You’re having triplets.”
She said with a small smile.
You sat there, feeling shocked. When you were in the car,
you were still shocked. When you got home, you were still in a state of
complete shock. You and Anthony were going to have to take care of three
babies. You didn’t think you could even handle one baby, and now you found out
you have to take care of three.
Even through the shock, you still couldn’t help but be a
little happy. You had three little people growing in your stomach. As scary as
it was, it was still a little exciting.
“Oh god.” You groaned as you thought about how you were
going to tell Anthony. You didn’t know how he was going to react. And even
though you knew he would never, you still couldn’t help but worry that Anthony
might leave you. What if he doesn’t want
triplets? You thought to yourself. You tried to bury that nasty thought
away from your head to no avail.
“Hey babe!” Anthony shouted from the kitchen.
You yelped and jumped in the air. Anthony peeks his head out
from the kitchen door way.
“Sorry, baby. Did I scare you?” He asked. You walked over to
the kitchen and he walked back in, continuing whatever thing he was doing
“A little bit.” You replied.
He turned back to you. “I wasn’t talking about you “baby”. I was talking about our baby “baby”.”
You shook your head and laughed, refraining from responding
with “Which baby are you talking about?” He continued cutting up the onions.
“So how’s our baby?” He asked. You could hear the smile in
his voice and you couldn’t help but smile as well.
“They’re all doing fine!” You said cheerily.
He looked at you again, an even bigger smile on his face.
“Oh that’s so fucking great.” He walked over and gave you a big kiss on your
lips, then moved his lips lower so he can kiss your stomach.
You giggled, realizing he didn’t catch what you said.
“Dinner’s going to be ready in half an hour. Sit down and
relax.” He said, throwing the now cut up onions into the pan.
“Isn’t it a two-show day today?” You asked, sitting down at
the kitchen table.
“Yeah, I only have like an hour and a half before I needa
leave.” He responded. You nodded your head and just watched him cook. When the
food was done, you both ate, talking about whatever it is that you could.
“Hey, can you get me some water real quick?” You asked him
when he stood up to wash your plates.
“Yes, ma'am.” He said, taking your cup with him.
“Three ice cubes. Three
babes.” You said. You added the babes
at the end, a nickname you called him every once in a while. However, this time
you hoped he would hear it in the context of babies. He didn’t, of course.
“Okay… Anything for you.” He said, looking at you with
He got you your water. You groaned inwardly, disappointed
that your subtle confession didn’t work. You’d have to step up your game.
Anthony left, and you plotted the next triplet reveal.
A couple days later, on another two-show day, you had
another plan to tell him you were having triplets.
When Anthony had gotten home late at night, you offered to
get him a glass of water before bed.
“No, Y/N. You can’t walk.” He protested, getting up to get
“Anthony Ramos. I am not even three months pregnant. I can
still do things for myself.” You said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I will be getting you water.”
He grumbled to himself but let you leave.
You came back into the room, holding a glass of water. In
the water were three ice cubes, each with a miniature baby in them.
Anthony laughed as you handed him the glass. “Babe, you
already told me you were pregnant. You didn’t have to do this.” He gave you a
kiss, then drank from the glass.
You rolled your eyes. Time
for a new plan.
Two weeks later it was Thanksgiving. You and Anthony had
invited Daveed, Jasmine, Lin and his wife Vanessa over to your apartment for a
Thanksgiving dinner. The week before, you had told Jasmine about your having
triplets. She’d agreed to keep it a secret, and you and her planned how to
surprise Anthony with the news at dinner. She’d had the idea to have three of
everything, much like your original plan with the water (which didn’t work, and
when you told her this, she just shook her head and said to try it anyway).
Because it was Thanksgiving, you’d both agreed to keep the
dinner more than three items, but
everything else was in threes. Three different stuffings, three different types
of meat, three different drinks to choose from, and three of every utensil. It
was a very blatant message, and, according to Jasmine, “if Anthony doesn’t get
the idea that something is up… well, just know you’re having a kid with an
By this time, you were about 13 weeks pregnant. Your stomach
wasn’t that big yet, but Lin took notice.
“Jesus, your little one’s going to be big! Look how big you
already are.” Lin shouted, laying a hand softly on your stomach, and rubbing it
slowly, whispering a hello to the babies.
“Lin!” Vanessa chastised.
“It’s a compliment!” He argued.
“Hi, Y/N.” Vanessa greeted, holding her arms out. You
hugged her back and she laid a hand on your stomach. She said hello to the
babies also and walked into the apartment to say hello to Daveed who was
already there, “helping” Anthony out with the turkey (Daveed had since left the
kitchen and leaned on the kitchen doorway, watching the T.V screen).
“You know, my sister was this big when she was as far along
as you. She had triplets.” Lin said, a knowing look on his face.
“If you say anything
to him, Lin, I swear to god, I will kick your ass.”
He raised his arms up in surrender. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He gave your shoulder a light rub, then followed after his wife.
An hour later, everyone sat down for dinner. Everyone went
around, saying what they were thankful for. Once you were done, you all started
to grab your meals.
“Why are there three forks?” Daveed asked as he plopped
mashed potatoes onto his plate.
“And spoons? And knives?” Lin added. He glanced up at you
and rolled his eyes.
“Really?” he mouthed.
“It was her idea.” You answered back, pointing at Jasmine.
He shook his head and laughed.
After a moment, everyone dropped the subject. Everyone had
managed to comment on the number of things, except Anthony.
“Idiot.” Jasmine whispered beside you.
“Shush.” You answered back. “He’ll mention it later.”
Except, he never did.
On Christmas, the cast had to do a show, so everyone agreed
to celebrate Chritmas morning together at the Richard Rogers Theater.
By this point, Lin and Jasmine had worked together to let
the entire cast know you and Anthony were having triplets. You wondered how
Anthony hadn’t found out yet. Everyone exchanged gifts, and you had the most
gifts because everyone had bought a lot of extra things for the babies.
It soon became time to give your gift to Anthony. You had
given him a gift earlier that morning (tickets to a basketball game he’d been
dying to go to), but you had another gift to give. Jasmine had found this idea
on some pregnancy website, and decided it would be cute for you to give to
Anthony opened the card and read it out loud: “I have three
more gifts for you, but they’re still being processed. You’ll get them in only
a few more months.”
Anthony laughed, a wide smile on his face. Everyone was on
the edge of their seat, thinking he had finally figured out the secret, but
were incredibly disappointed when he said, “What kind of store are you buying
from that they’re taking months to get you my gifts?”
Everyone audibly groaned and sat back against their seats.
Anthony looked around confused. He shrugged it off. “Y/N, just cancel them. I
don’t need them.”
“It’s a lil late for that, Ant.” You said. Everyone laughed,
and the mood was brought back up again. The show later that day was great, but
you were still wondering on how to tell Ant you were having triplets.
A few days later on New Years, you’d had another cute idea
to tell him.
After the New Years kiss, you’d brought out a cake with
three little people on the top of them.
Anthony laughed and said, “Is that supposed to be us and the
baby? God that’s so fucking cute.” He said, grabbing the cake, putting it down
and giving you another kiss.
Time for Plan E. What’s
Plan E took a little longer to plan than you thought. You
had to go out and order balloons to be ready for you to pick up on the day of
the “party.” Then you had to go out and order cakes. Then you had to buy
streamers and other decorations for the apartment. Everything was getting
harder to do the bigger you got. At this point, you were 21 weeks old, so
walking became more of a struggle.
Before Anthony had left for his show at night, you’d told
him to hurry back as quick as he could, because you had planned a party.
“Oh, sweet.” He
cheered. He gave you one last kiss and left for his show.
Thankfully Anthony wouldn’t be there for another four hours,
so you were able to walk slowly when getting everything ready. Walking was something you didn’t want to
do; imagine if you’d have had to run
around. Everything was ready to go; now all you had to do was wait for Anthony.
“So are you guys coming over for the party or…?” Anthony
asked his cast mates before he left.
“What party?” Lin answered. Anthony looked to Daveed, who
shrugged his shoulders. Anthony then looked to Oak, Jasmine and Renee, who had
all shrugged their shoulders.
Anthony said his good byes and took a cab to you guys’
apartment. He texted you on his way there, asking what was going on, but your
only response was Shut up and come home,
When Anthony stepped into the apartment, he was surprised to
see white balloons and streamers hanging from the ceiling. All the balloons had
the number 3 on them.
“Babe, where are you? I thought we were having a party?” he
“Y/N, where are you?” He repeated when you didn’t respond
the first time.
“In the kitchen.” You called. He rushed to the kitchen to
find more balloons everywhere, and you, standing behind the kitchen table,
where there were three cakes. You pulled the string to the party popper you
were holding and confetti blew out of it.
“Hey baby.” You said.
He walked closer to you and looked down at the cakes. Each
cake read a different word. Together, the cakes read out “We’re having
“What?” Anthony asked, looking up at you.
“Do you not know how to read? It says we’re having
triplets.” You said, firing off another party popper.
Anthony stood shocked for another second before a big smile
began to appear on his face.
“Triplets?” He asked.
“Like, three babies? Growing in your stomach?”
You nodded your head, laughing.
“Oh my fucking god! Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” He
shouted, hugging you tightly from the side, so he didn’t squish the babies. He
looked at you and realization crossed his face. “You did. I was just too stupid
You giggled. “Yeah.”
Tears began to appear in his eyes. “We’re having triplets.
That’s three, baby! WE’RE HAVING TRIPLETS!”
You nodded your head, tears falling from your eyes. Anthony
ran around the room, shouting happily about having triplets. He took out his
phone and began calling people, telling them what he’d just learned.
You stood there, happy tears still falling from your eyes,
wondering how you could ever think he would react badly.
<b>Lafayette:</b> *sitting on the couch eating milk and cookies*<p/><b>Laurens:</b> *waiting for his turn to open presents*<p/><b>Madison & Jefferson:</b> *drinking hot chocolate*<p/><b>Hamilton:</b> *Ferociously tearing off gift wrapping*<p/><b>Burr:</b> *is wrapping Alex in gift wrap*<p/><b>Washington:</b> *making the Christmas breakfast*<p/></p>
*eating the food while Washington is cooking it*
You heard Lafayette’s voice come through the phone, defeated. Your boyfriend, Lafayette, had been overseas in France working on a project to better the economy for the past few weeks and to be honest, you hated it. You hated that the calls you two made were at the crack of dawn and short, you hated that you couldn’t be with him and love him in person, and most of all you hated how you missed him so goddamn much.
“Wait, what? Are you sure?” You said back, trying to keep your voice from breaking. The news was heartbreaking, to say the least. You felt a tear fall down your face as he reassured you that he was trying his hardest to come home, but flights were insanely hard to get to America during the holiday season.
“Mon amour, I’m sorry. If I can’t make it back, just know how much I love you and miss you,” he said, soothingly, but it wasn’t working. If he wasn’t going to be home in time for Christmas, when would he be home? Did he even know himself?
“When do you think you’ll be back?” You said, eager for his response. He took longer than you wanted to answer, but he finally said,
“Maybe early Janvier (January), but I’m not sure…” He said with a heavy sign. You frowned and shook your head, wondering why you even had hope in the first place.
“Darling Y/N, I need to go, it’s getting late.” He said sadly and you nodded, wiping the tear from your eye and sniffling a bit
“Yeah, ok.” You said, savouring the remaining time you had to talk with him.
“Mon amour, please don’t cry…I’ll be home as soon as possible.”
“I know, it’ll be ok. Get some rest, Laf. I love you.” You said into the phone quietly, hearing him sigh.
“Je t'aime aussi” And with that, you hung up. You sat down on the sofa in the decorated living room. The tree was decorated and lit, garlands littered the mantle of the fireplace, but it didn’t feel right without Laf. It felt bare and it lacked joy.
The days went on without him, Christmas Eve approached quicker than you’d like, but you didn’t complain much. The only thing wrong was he was in France and you were in America. Presents were packed under the tree as you sipped hot cocoa, watching a random Hallmark Christmas special that you barely paid attention too.
Watching Hallmark movies were one of your favourite things to do with Lafayette. He never failed to make you laugh when he criticised them, pointing out their overly animated actors and predictable plots. It was hilarious, but not tonight. Because you were left here alone.
You looked up from the TV screen and at the front door. You turned on your phone screen, 2:03 AM. Why was someone at your door at two am? Whatever it was, you weren’t doing anything right now, why not go answer it? Murderers, robbers, an EX that's thirsty for revenge, those were good reasons not to answer it.
You groaned and got off the couch, setting your cocoa down and walking to the door. Who cares if it’s a murderer? You have insurance if someone robs you, and you couldn’t care less if it’s an EX because that can be solved with a quick dial of 911.
You unlocked the door and opened it enough for you to see who was there.
“LAFAYETTE!” You screamed as you tackled him in a hug. He was so tall it was hard to reach, but you pressed your lips to his quickly and happily. He let out a noise of surprise and held you close to his chest, leaning down a bit to kiss you back.
“Mon amour! I missed you so much,” He said, enveloping you in a warm hug. He smelled like lavender and chocolate as he pecked your cheek, holding your hands in his.
You two walked back inside, hand in hand and grinning from ear to ear. He set his bags down as you made him a hot cocoa, filled with joy that he was home. As you poured the milk in the cup, you felt two arms wrap around your waist and a head rest on your shoulder.