My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Fourteen •

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Even more time passed, there was a letter during the passing of the time explaining the situation. Alexander had been estimated to arrive in two weeks. It was the day that would mark the two weeks. Panic ensued as a result of this.

Heels clicked rapidly upon the wooden floorboard as [Your Name] searched the room, she wished to make herself look presentable for when Alexander returned. She stumbled over the ball of fabric while in her paces, she glanced back at the dress finding it to be what she needed. It was a charming plain dress, it was a faded salmon color with the occasional floral design. She picked it from the floor, nodding in approval at it.

She removed her sleeping gown looking at herself, her lips curved into a smile. As much as it would be looked at as vanity, she enjoyed herself. Her now short [Hair color] lock seemed to bring the best out of her. She grabbed ahold of the corset, fumbling with the ribbons of it. Once to her liking, she slipped the dress on, a joyful expression was evident.

She stepped outside the room, it would now be a waiting game. An anxiety-inducing game. She inhaled deeply as she watched out the window, the sun high in the sky. A longing sensation panging in her chest, she did miss his comforting presence. Those captivating eyes, appearing to have a tint of violet. They always held a spark, it was impossible to describe with words. That warm, affectionate touch she felt when he had kissed her hand. The feeling of helplessness as he did as such.

[Your Name] was then reminded of Philip, questions began to play in her head. Her anxiety increased, dainty hands tightly gripping onto the sill. She hadn't written the letter addressing the child. It was already too late to do so, Alexander would no longer be at camp to receive it. She quietly cursed herself, releasing the wooden sill.

Alexander couldn't possibly take back on what he said when she introduces the child, right? It wouldn't suit his character. He was at times impulsive however, to be so cold as to refuse an infant care? He'd briefly mentioned once of being an orphan, Philip too was an orphan. There'd be a connection with the two perhaps, Philip would grow to be like Alexander.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door being opened, her head immediately turned to the front door. She found the devil himself, his posture slouched as he carried a bag. She froze from where she stood, emotions overwhelming her. She felt a lump begin to form inside her throat, it became difficult to swallow. He looked the same, not a scratch. He was alive, and well.

Alexander had yet to see her. He removed the heavy bag from his shoulder, stretching his back to presumably regain a balance with the weight. She felt the tears begin to well up in the corners of her [Eye color] eyes, an uncontrolled grin bubbled over her stunned face. Without a sign, she ran towards the unsuspecting man, giving an embrace.

He was taken aback by the embrace, tensing momentarily before realizing who it had been. She had her head against his chest holding tightly, tears staining his coat. Weak sobs escaped from her lips as the man placed his hands upon her back, lightly dragging his thumb in a circular motion to comfort her.

"I told you I'd return, my dear."

It'd been so long since hearing his soothing voice, a sweet honey to her ears. He removed a hand from her back, fingers now stroking through her [Hair color] locks. He whispered comforting words into her ear attempting to ease her which to some degree helped. There would be occasional sobs, tears still trickling down her cheeks.

Alexander held a sweet smile as he continued to comfort [Your Name]. She glanced up from where she wept, eyes held a red color to them as a result of the outburst of tears. He placed a hand upon her cheek, wiping away the remaining tears running down. A kiss then was placed gently upon her forehead causing a weak chuckle to escape from her lips.