Adopted by Hamilton

Chapter 22 - Merry Christmas!

I woke up alone on Christmas morning. The last time I was able to run downstairs to find gifts under the tree was when I was 12 years old, I'm 15 now and I have started to lose all hope that I will ever be with my family on Christmas morning. I got up like I usually do and made myself some coffee. I curled up in my bean bag chair and began to read. My phone started buzzing sporadically so I picked it up.

(MERRY CHRISTMAS! 🎄🎁)

(Merriest of Christmas's to you! 🎉)

(Merry Christmas Abigail!)

(We love you!! Have a great Christmas! 🎄✨)

I got texts from the entire cast wishing me a Merry Christmas, I smiled and wrote them all replys, I knew they were all with family so I wasn't upset, I was glad they all remembered me. I ended up getting a response from Chris.

(You're welcome! Have you gone downstairs yet?!)

(No, why? Should I?)

(What kid doesn't run downstairs Christmas morning! Go!)

I ran downstairs like, well, like a kid on Christmas morning to find a Christmas Tree with gifts underneath it sitting in the middle of the stage. I rushed to open gifts, one by one reading the card first. Everyone got me a gift. Everyone. I haven't received a Christmas present in 3 years. 3 years. I got plenty of merchandise, books and I even got Wicked Tickets from Daveed, he remembered me telling him that it was my favorite musical. I got Playbills for A Gentlemans Guide To Love And Murder, Newsies, If/Then and Book Of Mormon.

I sat happily on the stage for a couple minutes when my phone buzzed again.

(Hey, can you open the door? It's kinda locked, and I'm kinda cold. Stage door.)

It was William. I jumped up and ran to open the door. I saw my fantastic boyfriend outside in the snow holding a gift bag and a jumble of pink roses. I stepped aside so he could walk in, I had the biggest smile on my face, he set the things he was carrying down on the ground and picked me up and kissed me. He spun me around in the air like I was a small child, and not a teenager, though to be fair, I was still short. When he finally set me down he looked up.

"I never appreciated mistletoe until this very moment." He said pointing at the small plant on the stage door entry.

"Neither have I." I replied smiling. William picked up the bag from the floor.

"These are for you." He said handing me the bouquet, "as is this, but, let's get more inside first." I closed the door behind him stopping more flurries of snow from getting in.

"We could go upstairs, it's warmer."

"Awesome." He replied and took my hand, running me upstairs. He pulled me into my room and shut the door behind him. After he shut the door he pulled me into his lap an my bean bag chair. "Merry Christmas my little Princess." He said hugging me.

"Shouldn't you be with your family?"

"My parents are on vacation for a 'Christmas alone' so that's fun. I want to be with you. I knew you were going to be alone." He hands me the bag, "here. Open it!" I picked up the bag and opened it, inside there was a little journal. "Ok, go ahead, open it!" I opened the journal and read the first page.

My counselor thought it would be a good idea to start journaling so here goes,

Today was my first day of High School, it went fine, there was this one girl in my choir class though, she has long brown hair, and she sings soprano so well, I've never heard anyone like her. I wanted to ask for her name, or like her phone number, but I didn't, maybe I'll try again tomorrow.