My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Twenty-One •

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The house unexpectedly lively, the sounds of tiny shoes hitting the floor could heard no matter the room. Even the most daft could tell the whole house was full of excitement, how refreshing it was to see the children in such a state. Alexander had finally agreed to go along with them after many days of silence between the couple. Philip seemed to enjoy the fact he was going along, a boy far too much like his father. The same temperament, the same unruly argument manners, how she regretted asking for another Alexander. She could perhaps separate the two during the trip to prevent further traits from developing in Philip.

[Your Name]'s bags had long since been packed, all that was left to do was to pack the children's. She sat upon the small bed folding the tiny clothes with care, putting them inside the trunk. A soft hum rumbling from her chest as she did so, how pleased she was on this day. It'd be all she ever wanted, her children and husband traveling along with her with a happy state of mind. A knock at the door cause her to raise her head up, it creaked open revealing Alexander. Her expression slipped into a well-worn smile as she glanced at him.

"Have you packed you things, dearest? I'm afraid I have my hands full to do yours."

"No, no, I'm alright. There's someone in the living quarters to see you."

"To see me? Alright then, will you resume my work?"

Alexander gave a short nod extending a hand towards her which she promptly grasped, lifting herself from the bed. She thanked him before exiting the room, hands grazing the wall as she walked throughout the corridors. A soft chatter was heard from the living room, from the children not doubt. However, there was a new voice, one she'd not heard from from far too long. Her expression was overtaken with excitement as her pace quickened down the stairs, familiar locks coming into view. How quickly the two ran towards each other, going to a tight embrace.

"You didn't tell me you were coming, I thought we were supposed to meet in Albany, Margarita!"

[Your Name] spoke in a playful scolding matter as her hands held the girl tighter, feeling the fabric of the gown. Tears beginning to fall from her cheeks because of the pure joy of seeing her beloved friend. Although it wouldn't have been obvious if it were not for the unrestrained grin she wore. Their grips eventually loosened and they walked towards the sofa, the children sitting around them as they began discussing. It was most certainly their every intent to catch up on time lost.

"I'll still never forgive you for my heartache, three years without knowing of your son! And my goodness, how much Philip has grown! I recall him being ever so tiny, draped in those dresses."

"It truly is strange how fast they grow."

The conversation was cut short as Alexander came downstairs carrying the few bags that his hands allowed him to, she arose from the sofa to assist in the bags as Margarita sat with the children. It was of no surprise that the children were entertained by her, a witty woman she was. A content smile across her face as her hands tightly grasps the bag placing them at the entry way continuing to help her husband with the luggage however, it seemed as if something was missing. She glanced towards Alexander, curiosity visible in her expression.

"Have you brought down yours, my love?"

His eyes flicked around the room as he rubbed his temple in a nervous manner. She quirked a brow, her arms crossing as she looked at him the same way she'd look at the children as they fought. The air around them seemed to become tense rather quickly as the silence went on. It was something she hoped would not happen, especially so last minute when everything had been taken care of. The children's hope high about the trip.

"Do understand I'd like to go, I just— I can't lose this job, it's far too important to just throw."

"The Vice President spends the summer with his family, why can't you?"

"He has no clue about truly working, always absent and full of excuses. As long as I have power, I will attempt to stray far away from becoming like that man."

"I will no longer argue with you, Alexander. Not in front of the children nor guest, take care."

With that [Your Name] left, despite Alexander's attempts to grasp her hand, she'd quickly move her hand away from him. She would not dare look back to that foolish man, no less speak to him. Her actions could be seen as childish, but to be put after work? It was a horrible feeling, it'd be a feeling only she would bare. She'd do everything to make sure the children never felt the feelings she felt now.

She approached to where Margarita sat, signaling to began to load the many trunks in the carriage. It was done in little time, and they went off after the children shared a sad goodbye with father. She did not bother to speak to him and bid him farewell, she merely stood by with the children. Although it wasn't too noticeable, if inspected closely, her eyes could be seen narrowing at the man. A wordless reminder of her displeasure.

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[ Happy birthday, George Washington. ]