CNN BREAKING NEWS: Photos have surfaced of Democratic Presidential Candidate Alexander Hamilton's involvement in an extramarital affair- New information revealed an intimate relationship between Alexander Hamilton and Maria Reynolds, an advisor for...
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So.. as I'm sure you've noticed this is gonna be more of a mature read. I stand by the fact that I won't write explicit NSFW on here since I feel awkward writing that about the Founding Fathers, but they are in a relationship in this and yeah.. you get it.
A week before The Incident happened, John was in their bedroom zipping up his suitcase. He could hear the sound of Alex's rapid and caffeine-fueled typing in the office. The incessant tapping, which usually comforted him, only sharpened the stabbing sensation of hopelessness rising within him. He wondered if Alex had slept in the office last night, or maybe the couch. Wherever it was, it wasn't in bed next to him. When John woke up and felt for Alex, confused as to how he had managed to retain his half of the blanket all night without his husband hogging it, his side of the bed was still cold.
John had been swinging between two ends of his emotions. A part of him was angry with Alex, silently and petulantly fuming over his lover's behavior. The other part of him was filled with regret and self-blame. You saidyes. Alex had reassured you that you could say no.. but you still said yes.
A couple of weeks previously, he had been unloading the dishwasher when the topic of his in-laws had come up. "So.. Martha's been wondering when we're gonna come down and visit, Lex. They've been settled down at the ranch for a bit now." He reached up to put a cup away in the cupboard. Wondering was a severe understatement. Martha Washington was a stern- but not unkind- woman who did not appreciate her son working himself half-to-death in the slightest, demanding that the couple take a vacation every few months.
"Uh huh," Alex said. He was on the couch in the family room, a maelstrom of papers and folders spread out on the coffee table and doing God knows what on his laptop.
John leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. "So I told her we'd come down for a visit. For two weeks."
That made Alex look up. "Two weeks? Wait, what are we talking about?"
John sat down on the couch next to him, careful to not disturb the system of piles surrounding his husband. "I want us to go down to Virginia for two weeks. See your mom and the other kids and the new house. Have fun. Relax. You do remember what all of that means, right?"
Alex was shaking his head before John even finished. "Two weeks is...no, I don't think so. Angelica would kill me."
"She'll deal." John said bluntly. "As your campaign manager, she's dealt with worse. You've been working yourself to the bone for months, you're allowed a break. I hear Thomas and James spend lots of time at their vacation home in Virginia Beach."
"Yeah, because he's got a solid base of people in DC pulling for him." Alex replied. "He can vacation and hold some incredibly productive campaign events at the same time. Virginia is fine and all, but I don't think I'd pull away with a significant amount of votes even if I tattooed 'All Lives Matter' on my forehead and wore fifty guns on my belt. They like Jefferson since he grew up there"
