Hamilton Angst stuff

Another aRgUmEnT

"Hello, sir," she said, extending a hand towards him. "I'm Eliza Hamilton, Alexander's wife. Would you care to join us at our home for dinner tonight?"

"Eliza, no!" Alexander protested, his voice cracking with the strain of suppressed emotions. "I don't want him near our family."

"Alexander, please," she pleaded, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's been so long since you last saw him. Perhaps it's time to mend that broken relationship."

"Eliza, you don't understand!" He knew he was raising his voice, but he couldn't help it. The thought of allowing his father back into his life – even for just one evening – terrified him.

"Actually, Alexander, I do," Eliza countered softly, her determination unwavering. "You deserve closure, and your children deserve to know their grandfather."

He stared at her, torn between anger and gratitude. Finally, after a tense silence, he relented. "Fine," he muttered through gritted teeth. "But only because you asked."

"Thank you, Alexander," Eliza whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. In that moment, he knew he would do anything for her, even face the ghosts of his past.

And so, begrudgingly, Alexander Hamilton agreed to let his father into their home, if only for a single evening. With a heavy heart, he braced himself for what was sure to be an emotional reunion, all the while clutching tightly to Eliza's hand for support.