Tale of A Widow

Hurricane

In the eye of a hurricane

Alex flinched upon hearing 'hurricane'. Esper noticed almost immediately and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, smiling softly at him before kissing his cheek and resting her head back on his shoulder once more.

There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky

When I was seventeen a hurricane
Destroyed my town

"What?" the children exclaimed, turning to look at their father. "Father?"

"Children do not push your father on this subject. It's not nice to relive something as tragic as that." Esper warned.

"Yes, Mother." They chimed, looking back at the screen.

I didn't drown
I couldn't seem to die

"Alex?" Washington asked, noticing the look on the man's face. Alex didn't respond, eyes slightly glazing over. "Alexander, are you alright?"

"I..." Esper noticed Alexander's hesitance and moved closer to her husband. Maria and George had moved to the floor, as had Pippy, since they said it was more comfortable than sitting on their parents' laps. Alexander smiled at his wife before looking back at his father-in-law. "I'm fine."

I wrote my way out

"And I'm glad you did, my dear," Esper whispered.

Wrote everything down far as I could see
I wrote my way out
I looked up and the town had its eyes on me

They passed a plate around
Total strangers
Moved to kindness by my story
Raised enough for me to book passage on a
Ship that was New York bound

I wrote my way out of hell

"Was it really hell on the island?" John asked.

"It was," was all the boy's father said before he focused back on the screen.

I wrote my way to revolution
I was louder than the crack in the bell
I wrote Esper love letters until she fell

Esper blushed as her and Alex's children awed. Alex chuckled, kissing the top of her head as she hid her face from embarrassment.

I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well
And in the face of ignorance and resistance
I wrote financial systems into existence
And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky

I was twelve when my mother died

Esper closed her eyes, remembering the look on her biological mother's face when all of her biological siblings had passed away from the illness that shook the small town they lived in at the time before moving to NYC. Alex noticed immediately, pulling the woman closer to him as to give both of them some sort of comfort. Washington noticed.

"Ms. Aspen?" he whispered to the woman in front of him. Said woman hummed in response. "Did my daughter go through anything in her original time before she came here?"

"She did," Aspen whispered back. "Her mother and herself are the only living members of her family. She had eight siblings in total, but they unfortunately died from an illness that shook the small town that the family lived in. Esper had actually fallen ill as they were leaving and almost died, but when they got to NYC they ere able to make her better with medicine." Washington nodded, sending a sympathetic glance towards the two. They have more in common than they think, he thought before refocusing on the screen.

She was holding me
We were sick and she was holding me
I couldn't seem to die

"Nor could I," Esper mumbled. Unbeknownst to her, the children and her husband heard her.

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (I'll write my way out)
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (write everything down, far as I can see)
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait (history has its eyes on you)

I'll write my way out
Overwhelm them with honesty
This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only
Way I can protect my legacy

Burr rolled his eyes. He's always focused on his legacy, he thought, annoyed.

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait

The Langdon Pamphlet

"Good lord, Hamilton," Mulligan groaned. Alex didn't respond, instead turning to his wife.

"What did you mean you couldn't die either?" he whispered with his eyebrows bunched together in confusion. Esper sighed, sitting up properly.

"You know how you said you and your mother fell ill and were on your deathbeds?" she asked. Alex nodded. "So was I. In my original time, I had eight siblings who all died to an illness that shook the small town we lived in at the time. As my mother and I were leaving to New York City, I fell ill with that same illness. It scared my mother half to death, as it did me. We were on the border of NYC and I... and I was practically dead at that point. We got to a hospital, and I was there for a good year before I was able to go to my new home. My immune system has been compromised ever since."

"Oh, love," Alex whispered, taking his wife into his arms as her eyes grew teary. "I'm glad you're here."

"And I'm glad you are too," she whispered back, burying her face in his chest as their children joined the hug, feeling a wave of sorrow and sympathy ash over them. Their mother had lost so many people in her life, and that was before she came to this time.