Say no to this, Eliza.

Chapter 1: Church girl

3rd person pov:

The day was ready to rest, at the edge of the horizon it lay—awaiting the night's rising. The flu had crossed the Hamilton's household. The children had just gotten over their symptoms and it hadn't even reached Alexander who sat at the edge of his and Eliza's bed. "My love, I can't just leave you alone for 2 month's." He stated to his wife who lay there, ill, bedridden. Her gaze shifted towards him. "I'll be seen by the doctor daily, Alexander. I'm going to be fine. Take the children to my fathers with Angelica, I promised them and you need a break, Darling." She held his hand tenderly, caressing it with her thumb. With a faint sigh, Alexander kissed her hand with a soft smile. "Alright, we will be leaving at dawn. Don't forget to write." Eliza smiled and chuckled quietly. "I won't."

Eliza's Pov(1st person):

I lay awake, looking out the window to see the sun kiss the night sky goodbye. Alexander and the children wrote me goodbye letter's, they were sweet yet dramatic. I loved them. Though.. it has been oh so long since I've heard such musical words from my husband towards me, I wish he talked to me.
The doctor's arrived sooner than expected, they checked my temperature and made me a nice breakfast plus helped me change. I was grateful but I could do some things myself. "I thank you, Dr. Cordula, but I can manage for the rest of the day." I spoke, "Oh. Well alright, Mrs. Hamilton."
After a week or so I felt much better. I was slightly confused though that the week previously I met a Mr. Jefferson at my door. He was looking for Alexander.. Of course. He interacts with his colleagues more than his own wife.

Alexander's POV(1st person):

I often spent my time near the pond with Angelica, the children running around joyfully around Mr. Schuyler's property. I found myself looking at Angelica as if she were Eliza.. I am ashamed of this behavior but I haven't seen her in so very long. Maybe it was the stress or maybe it was my lack of sleep or—all of the above. I stood in the doorway of the manor, breathing in the fresh air and quiet morning.
"Alexander, have you read Eliza's letter?" Alexander turned to the voice, smiling kindly. "I have not. I do plan to, of course, no need to worry, Angelica. From the last letter I received she was in picture perfect health." A relieved look then crossed Angelica's face, she new they were drifting apart but she needed her sister to be content and happy. If it meant quietly enforcing interactions then.. so be it.

3rd person pov:

The summer went on, a relaxing yet—irritating time for Elizabeth Hamilton. The day had started calmly and tranquil, Eliza was by herself and wasn't needed at all, her time alone also gave her time to reflect on her and Alexander's relationship. Throughout the years she was there to let him confide in her, she listened when he needed it, she defended him, supported him and stayed loyal. He on the other hand, flirted with other women, didn't make time for her, prioritized work over her, and at times dismissed her needs and her affections. Was he—falling out of love with her? Was he seeing another woman?
He was alone with Angelica. Alone with Angelica.

It was Sunday, Eliza went to church with the children usually—Philip and Angelica enjoyed the choir. On her walk to the church she noticed a new family ahead of her; A man in a brown suit and hat holding has with-who Eliza assumed to be the man's wife and a young girl skipping ahead of them, almost tripping over her dress a few times. A small chuckle came from Eliza, the girl reminded her of her son Philip, so eager and giddy. The wife turned her head towards me for a small moment before her husband said something Eliza couldn't hear or at least understand.

They were in the building, children sung, the pastor preached—you know how it is. Eliza was enjoying her time there until the couple from beforehand say "Hamilton" during conversation, the woman, whatever the conversation was—seemed to have a rather hesitant tone.

The hours of preaching and praying eventually came to an end, the night came early so Eliza was a bit frightened to walk home alone at this hour.
Suddenly, the man appeared in front of her. "Excuse me, Mrs. Hamilton, may I ask where your husband and children are? Or Do you come to church alone often?" He cocked his head to the right as he questioned. Uncomfortable, Eliza responded. "No need for formalities, sir, Please call me Elizabeth. But to answer your question; they are out of town, at the time when they left I felt rather ill so I couldn't go." The man seemed to be content with the answer he received. "Do you need someone to walk you home? My wife Maria and I could walk with you."

Eliza's pov(first person)

When he offered I was a bit nervous and hesitant, he seemed awfully suspicious and the woman—Maria seemed tired and nervous herself.. I hadn't asked his name yet though. "I'd like to know your name first, at least." He responded saying "James Reynolds's".
As we walked to my home, Maria and I had a very nice conversation about how we could raise more money for the local school, James and their daughter lay asleep in the silent mans arms.
Maria was kind but she was very.. jittery?—uncomfortable? I couldn't read her very well, but my, she was a beautiful woman. Her skin was so smooth, she had such sweet doe eyes and a perfectly placed beauty mark on her cheek. Her voice was like honey.. I enjoyed hearing her talk.
We soon arrived at my home where they said their goodbyes and hopefully would see me again. I really should stop being so suspicious of such friendly people. I hope to meet them again.