My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Eighteen •

[ Family chapters are so fun to write. Also the day this is published, the Schuyler sister are going to be preforming at the Super Bowl! ]

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Elegant fingers carefully brush through Angelica's soft brunette locks, the rooms quite air was pushed aside by her daughter's humming and the hitting of the wood as she swung her legs. As requested, [Your Name] finishes off with tying a violet ribbon around her hair. Upon the girl's close inspection, she holds a content grin and skips off to what she presumed would be the music room. A virtuoso girl she was. It was always such a lovely sight seeing her play, her little fingers slowly tracing along the keys of the piano.

Quiet steps approach to where James lied, gaze fixated on the blank ceiling. She simply gives a tired smile, lifting the infant with care. She walked on, child at her hip -his head bowed at her shoulder as his thin blackened curls slightly mingled with her own [Hair color] locks. She followed to where a steady tune was playing, to where her children would be presumably all sat down on the small piano bench.

Upon entering, a sense of joy fills her, finding both Angelica and Philip playing the slow melody, Alexander Jr. standing at the edge of the bench, warm brown hues transfixed and mouth agape as he glanced towards the shifting keys. She set herself down on a rocking chair, watching the duet progress. It was all she could ever wish for to have all her children present and well. The corners of her lips turn downwards, her focus turning to the window. The sun's rays seemed to be departing, and her husband was nowhere in the house.

After fully completely his studies in law (and 'practically perfecting it' as he would claim), he went onwards to becoming a lawyer. He'd come home in the evening hours, only to lock himself in the office. Hardly anytime was spent with the children. When it did happen, however, it was a truly pleasant sight. He'd be seat across from her, children all seated around the table. She would carefully slice the bread, spread the butter atop of it for the children, sharing affectionate glances with each other despite the distance of the table.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she continued to slowly rock with James, who had now by the time drifted to a light sleep - told by only the steady breathing pattern he had. She caressed his head, fingers going through his thin darkened strands the placed a kiss upon the infant's forehead. She arose from the chair, she had in this time grown weary. It was always rather productive around the house with rising to make breakfast, bidding a sad farewell to Alexander, watching James and resolving the scuffles among the children.

"Children, come along now. You've enjoyed yourself for quite some time, but the sun has gone down."

The tune had came to stop as soft groans came from them, but did not speak on it and hopped from the piano bench. They all went onwards to their rooms, small feet (and small hands, courtesy of Alexander Jr) could be heard slowly trotting up the stairs. She followed along watching them enter their rooms and silently shutting the doors. She proceeded onwards to lay James down on his cot, covering him with a light quilt.

Plenty of time had passed since the dismissal of the children, [Your Name], despite the temptation of slumber, she had managed to stay awake. She sat in the downstairs sofa, her head leaning upon her shoulder. The soft glow of the few candles she spread around dimly illuminated the room. She sighed concluding it'd be another night without a glimpse of Alexander. That is until she heard the faint click of the door, her head immediately peeked up as she walked towards the entrance of the house.

"Alexander...?"

"Oh! Yes, it's me dear, I hadn't expected you to be up at such hours."

"What's gotten you in such an elated mood, my love?"

"I received a letter from Washington informing me of the call of his leadership. He's asked me to be Secretary of Treasury, I'll be departing tomorrow."

Silence engulfed the two as her eyes flicked around at her surroundings, attempting to process what she'd just been told. The joyous expression she wore had faltered. A quiet laugh escapes her lips, though not in support. An anxious sound, perhaps, a loss of words substituted with a quiet breath.

"Alexander— You depart so soon..."

"I do agree that it is rather quick however, this is the opportunity we've been waiting for! Look around at how blessed we are to be living in such a revolutionary era, we're forming the foundation for the future, my love."

"Alexander, you hardly spend time with the children now, taking this will further that..."

[Your Name] reached outwards grasping his hands, an almost pleading expression worn as she brought them close to her. A soft whisper escaping her lips, 'Please just stay.' His hand roughly broke loose from her group as he shuffled away from her, his head shaking ever so slightly.

"I will not be persuaded out of this decision, I am not throwing away my shot."

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[I apologize for the vague chapter.]