My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Twenty-Six •

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Laughter practically bounced from the walls, the sounds of socked feet running and jumping around the wooden floorboards filling the room completely. It was a wonder why nobody had been by to complain of the slight ruckus, it'd been something that had been going on since the children had woken from slumber. [Your Name's] mouth was rather dry, yet with the children being an everlasting fire, she couldn't possibly cease the joy. She adjusted her grip on both Alexander and James' hand as they ran in a circle, the piano arrangement that Angelica played in an Allegro tempo.

The games continued onwards for quite some time until there was a break in the piano, a wrong key hit followed by a shrill shriek soon after. Her head immediately peeked upwards in urgency towards the older children finding Angelica running forward to the open door. A surprise it was to see Alexander standing at the doorway, it was only the early afternoon. He usually arrived in the late evenings. [Eye color] hues fall to the object he holds, a wired cage holding what she assumed was a songbird. A brow quirks up in question to her husband's thoughts on bringing a bird.

Alexander was engulfed in embraces from the children, leaving [Your Name] standing in the middle of the music room. A hand was placed on her hip, shooting a familiar leer towards him signifying a talk would ensure after the children went to bed. She, for now, would wait until then, she approached the group who seemed quite mesmerized with the songbird, some more than others. Angelica had quite the fondness for birds, her favorite books being on the subject of the animal. She'd spend most of her days residing at the window of her room, skimming through hundreds of pages and pictures of birds.

"Papa, could I name her?"

"Of course, my little bird."

"She has the tiniest of pink like the flowers outside, I think Primrose would be suiting for her!"

It was not long after that Angelica took the cage from her father's hands, brown eyes full of admiration for the songbird. Lips curved into a soft smile at her daughter's behavior as she placed the bird by a window, she glanced at the pair before moving towards the piano bench. She glanced behind her to Alexander, patting the spot next to her. It was not long that he was seated near her.

"Surely you haven't lost your touch from not playing for so long."

"How you underestimate me, dear."

His hands pressed down onto the keys creating the beginning melody, he glanced up smugly smiling at the accomplishment of proving her incorrect. She rolls her eyes at his pride, something she'd almost forgotten, playing her part. In a short amount of time, the children gathered round in the circle, joyful spirits rising. She allowed herself to lean against his shoulders as she played, turning her head occasionally to kiss his cheek as he played along.

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Hours passed since the life of the house had died down and children were sent to rest by Alexander, small groans were expressed, but they all eventually complied. She sat on top of the bed, hands reaching backward for the last pins that assisted in her hair not tangling. Head lifts up as she sees the door subtly opening from the corner of her eyes, a small sense of happiness overtakes her at the sight of Alexander. He walks towards his side of the bed, demeanor obviously hinting at exhaustion. She lightly chortles, beginning to cover herself underneath the sheets.

"Were they too much, dear?"

"Perhaps, it's all very much worth the exhaustion to see them as happy as they are, is it not?"

"Yes, it is. I'm curious, however, what made you decide to get the bird?"

"Well... I'm aware I haven't been the most attentive father nor husband, it'll be slow, but I'll be sure to be here. I've requested the day off tomorrow if you'd like we could walk around the city."

"I'd enjoy that. Thank you, my love."

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