My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Nineteen •

[According to my research for this story, Washington did not hold a full cabinet meeting until 1793 ( four whole years since he was placed in office ). In the musical, the first meeting is seemingly done in 1789 or 1790. I have decided to lean on the musical one rather than the historical one. ]

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Silence engulfed the house, the only distinct sound that could be heard was the sound of her steady breathing. The children had been tucked inside their beds, quilts and all. How chilly the house became without the sunlight, she'd compare it to those winter nights spent inside those dreadful tents. It'd be a lie if she would said she didn't have thoughts of the camps, being with those rowdy yet lovable men. She had only once gotten the brief update from Alexander on Lafayette, a congratulatory letter on the birth of Angelica.

[Your Name] walked throughout the corridors, bare feet consuming the cold of the floor. Exhausted she was from the tiresome day, children's scuffles were always complicated to resolve. She came across a familiar door giving three soft knocks before slowly opening it, immediately being met with a writing Alexander. It would come as no surprise if he hadn't payed any attention to the knocking. She walked onwards to him, arms being placed upon his shoulders. He did not turn and continued writing.

"Did anything happen today at your meeting, dear? You did not seem in the best of moods."

"No, no."

"Truly? The front door would beg to differ."

A childish smile emerged on her expression as she wrapped her arms around him. She allowed her head to lean upon his, those stray strands of his loose brunette hair poking her cheek as she did. The soft sound of the end of a quill scratching on parchment had now stopped, a faint sigh could be heard from Alexander. A hand that held such a familiar tender touch was placed upon her arm.

"It was different from what I had expected. The men chosen could be described as a variety of words, most words that would be shunned by you. They could not open their minds to my plan, I've never seen such arrogance."

"I could only imagine, to provoke such a vulgar outburst from you."

The air grew somewhat tense as Alexander glanced away from her in what she could only assume was embarrassment. Although terrible and classless, it couldn't have just happened without a cause. This was her Alexander, the man she'd married all those years ago. His outburst were always provoked, whether it be by actions or by words.

"Will you come to sleep, my dearest?"

"—Perhaps later on, my love. I must finish this."

The smile that she held faulted, a soft sigh escaping her now downturned lips. It was the same response she'd always receive. There was no change in those words nor the tone of it, it was almost dismissive. Her hand fell from his chest, it'd be another helpless attempt.

"Please Alexander, you haven't slept in days."

"I know, I know."

"Surely you can finish this before you leave tomorrow, grant me peace of mind."

"Alright, I'll rest."

Alexander rose from the wooden chair, the light of the candles dimly lighting his features. His tired eyes being the most notable, those warm brown hues that had not lingered on the thought of rest. His hand sought after hers, how perfect their hands fit together. His soft lips pressing a loving kiss to the locks of hair at the crown of her head.

"To rest we go."

The couple walked at a slow pace, a sense of caution as they did. A dread it'd be to have the children wake, with such work put into tucking them in. She allowed her head to rest upon his shoulder, a soft smile as she did. Upon reaching the bedroom, there was no time wasted in curling atop the mattress. Slumber's temptress had taken ahold of her.

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[ I'm late on uploading, I do sincerely apologize for my neglect on chapters! I had a sort of struggle writing this chapter hence why it's so short, I do enjoy the outcome though.

To absolutely diminish the cute ending; Alexander would most likely not sleep. The turnabout would probably have them resting, Alexander waiting for the reader to succumb to slumber to leave to continue his work. ]