Best Of Wives and Best of Women

Alexander, You Write Non-Stop

I received a letter in the mail, it shocked me, but I had to put my emotions away and instead it replaced them with a sad, and cold numbness. I walked upstairs to Alexander's office, holding onto the railing for much support. I barely knocked on the door, but used it for support too, and cleared my throat.

"Alexander." My voice was barely a whisper as I spoke. He turned his head and when he saw me, walked up to me.

"Yes, is something wrong? You look really sick sweetheart." I didn't say anything, but instead told him to take a seat. He seemed shocked, but obeyed and sat down in his chair. I pulled a chair next to his and hung my head as I gave him the letter in my hands. Alexander picked it up and read the letter, his heads shaking with every word said. Soon I pulled him into a hug as he wrapped his arms around me, letting himself cry in my arms.

"Why, John." Alexander muttered under his breath, taken over by a lump in his throat by the tears. I shushed him and ran my fingers threw his hair, as my eyes started to spill.

"My best friend is gone, Eliza." I emeditly shushed him more and began to rub his back for comfort.

"No, honey. He's not really gone. He is still in our hearts and mind." He seemed to quiet down, but still sobbed through.

After he calmed down a bit, I made him a cup of tea and left him in his office to be alone with his feelings and sorrow. I went downstairs and had to tell Phillip what happened. Even though Phillip didn't really know John, he was still somewhat close to him. Alexander was in a little quieter for the rest of the week, and stayed in his office, which was normal.

We all were in a sad mood for awhile still, me and Phillip managed to come over the sorrow after a few months. But Alexander didn't recover until almost a year later. I helped him threw it and didn't bother him or disrupted him when he went into his office for the day. 

When it was near Phillips birthday for he was turning 9 , we decided to have a family party instead of all of his class mates from school coming. For that is a lot of children to take care of for a few hour's, even for me. I woke up extra early to make Phillip a special birthday breakfast, containing oatmeal, buttered bread, pork slices, and one egg.

Phillip came darting down the stairs, and ran straight into the kitchen, stopping right in front of me to wrap his arms around my side's in a big hug. I laughed and returned the favor while giving him a kiss on the cheek and messy up his hair with my spare hand. 

"Happy birthday, sweetheart. Are you excited!" I asked, while giving him his breakfast.

"Yah! What are we doing today?" He said between mouthful of food. I snickered at his reaction, but told him to keep his mouth shut when chewing.

"Its a surprise. So I can't tell you, for it wouldn't be a surprise then." He made a sad face, but then he said ok, and went back to eating.

The day went smoothly with no distractions while making Phillips cake and getting Alexander to come out of his office. For he's been in there all day, writing non-stop trying to get his dept plan through Congress. After I had the cake on the counter, away from the kids from getting it, I went up stairs to get Alexander to come downstairs to join us in the fun that would be happening in about an hour.

As I was about to make my way upstairs, Phillip stopped me and told me it was time to practice French. I looked at the clock, and didn't realize it was already noon. I sighed and told him to go to the piano, I looked at the staircase one last time before following Phillip to the living room and over to the piano.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf." We repeated this process for about 45 minutes, then we went on to our piano lesson for about 15 minutes. Then we called it quits for the day, and I told Phillip to get dressed in something nice to, then come back downstairs for his birthday meal and presents.

When he went, I marched right up the stairs and didn't even knock on the door. I barged on and took the quill out of Alexander's hand, he seemed startled at first, but then he gave me a sympathetic look. He reached for the quill, but I pulled my hand away.

"Alexander Hamilton, you are not writing any more than you have already written. Now, come downstairs and let's enjoy Phillips birthday!" I didn't intend to shout most of it, but he has not been joining us for anything other than lunch and a late dinner. I was really getting on my nerves for him to show no affection towards the Phillip, and at some times, me.

"I'm am on my way." He tried snatching the quill again, but I put it up in a drawer and grabbed his hand, pulling him out the office door.

He sighed and continued to let me lead the way. I was satisfied that he was finally getting out of the paper and ink infested office, and spend some time with his family. We made our way downstairs and got everyone at the table to eat the dinner, then let Phillip cut his cake.

After we all had our fill on food, we all headed out into the living room to give Phillip his presents. I gave him a new book about poetry, for that's all that he talks about writing. And finally Alexander gave Phillip a huge stack of his writing paper and a new fountain pen.

Phillip beamed at his new gift, which I beat was his favorite. He emeditly ran to his room with his gifts and no doubt he is writing on his new paper. I smiled as he did so, I turned around to tell Alexander to go to bed, but Alexander he was already walking up the stairs into his office. I sighed and decided to talk to him later after I get Phillip to sleep.

I went into Phillips room, to which he emeditly put his paper he was writing on, and shoved it into a drawer neatly. I smirked at him and asked what he was doing. He gave me an innocent look, and I just laughed at his face. I told him I have my lips sealed, then tucked him in bed, gave him a kiss on the cheek, then said goodnight.

I went to our bedroom and opened the closet door, got my night gown on, and walk to Alexander's office. I knocked lightly on the door, and waited instead of barging in. I heard footsteps coming and a hand on the doorknob. The door opened, but I didn't have time to walk in or talk. For Alexander grabbed by hand, and kissed me on the lips, passionately. 

I kissed back and stayed in his arms until he broke the kiss. He smiled and whispered that he'll be up to bed soon. I smiled and told him that he needs his sleep. He nodded and said that I also need my sleep, I laughed and left him be to finish his work, and went back upstairs to sleep.

I laid down on the bed and tossed and turned until I found a good spot and drifted of to sleep. Alexander keeped his promise and came upstairs to finally sleep after many days of no sleep. Everything was perfect, but Phillip missed seeing grandpa, but he had plenty of time to see him in the approaching summer. All I really had to do was get Alexander to step away from his paper and ink, to run away with us for the summer up state. He just needed to take a break.