My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Twenty-Seven •

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How bustling the streets were at such hours, [Your Name] had almost forgotten them. It was a rarity for her to leave the house, the only times being for the market to purchase goods. It'd be cruel to not to, there was not a doubt in her mind that Alexander had forgotten to prepare a basic meal. A gentle squeeze pulls her from thoughts, her gaze shifts to her side. Soft warm brown eyes, much like Alexander's, cause her lips to turn upwards return the gentle squeeze. A special occasion it was for Angelica, she'd be picking up her first custom dress from a local tailor.

The sign seemed to grow close by the second, Angelica's joy radiating from those brown eyes. She seemed to grow impatient, however, managed to keep herself from running towards the shop. Eventually, they reach the shop, Angelica taking the lead and pushing the door open. An all too familiar face was seen as soon as she entered, her heart seemed to race as she analyzed the face. A shaky gasp escaped her lips as it all final set in for her, she ran forward pulling the figure in a tight embrace.

"Aging well I see, Mrs. Hamilton!"

"As well as I can, but look at you! Handsome as ever you are, Mr. Mulligan. I'm sure you've gotten plenty of daughters, hopefully not in four sets of corsets."

"Clever wordplay. The dress Alexander asked for, yes?"

[Your Name] pulled from the embrace, giving a slight nod as Hercules walked away with a chuckle. She'd have a scolding with Alexander for keeping it away of Hercules' tailor shop, she did recall him mentioning his apprenticeship. It was strange seeing the man after such a time, the last time being as she left camp with pitiful eyes. A light tug is felt through her many layers of skirts, she glanced down towards Angelica giving a cheerful grin which she returns. Soon after Hercules come back to the room with his hands extended outwards, displaying a lovely dress.

"Hercules, you really should come by sometimes! Alexander and I would be happy to have you as a guest, there'd be lots to catch up on."

"I'd love to be your guest. Tell me now, how many children?"

"Four."

"So, it isn't as small as I thought, eh?"

Silence consumed the shop as her brows furrowed trying to make sense of his words, [Eye color] hues occasionally flicking around. She looked back at Hercules recognizing that smirk, one struggling to hold back laughter. It all began to click into place, a sudden gasp escaped her lips as her brows rise understanding the context. Feet lift to hold her weight as she leans forward over the counter, hitting Hercules on the side of the head. His hand immediately lift in surrender followed along with a chuckle.

"To think I thought aging would help you mature, you've proven me wrong."

"You love me anyways, [Your Name]."

"I very much do, although I wish I didn't."

She shook her head in a jest as she pulled out a small pouch, picking the amount of shillings required for the purchase. Once it's the sufficient amount, she slides the many shillings across the counter towards him, retrieving the dress from his hands. She gave an uncontrolled grin towards Hercules as she seeks for Angelica's hand to prepare for a soon to come leave.

"Do tell me when you'll come by. I'll be sure to pick the finest of foods from the market just for our successful tailor."

"I'll look forward to it."

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After a rather time-consuming visit to the market, there was not much left to do other than to return home. The dark was approaching quickly, the streets were most definitely something to avoid at late hours. The moment the two reach the house, she immediately sends Angelica off to bed which she didn't protest and went running to her bedroom. She walks towards the small pantry, arms occupied with bags of food for future use. As she placed the items away, there was a touch at her waist which immediately caused her to chuckle.

"You really mustn't sneak up on me, Alexander. Especially so late at night, I could mistake you for an intruder."

"What a show that would be."

"I take it you rested well? Did the boys trouble you at all?"

"Not at all."

"I do apologize for leaving without a word, and for possibly worrying you."

Once finished with the tedious task, she grows closer to Alexander, a hand rising to his face. She lays a finger on the line of his jaw, the pad of her thumb brushing the stubble, rough beneath her touch. She shifts, as does he, their intentions clear to close the small distance between them. Lids flutter shut on her ascent, lips finding his with ease. That feeling was not something she'd ever get used to. Warmth consuming every limb yet leaving goosebumps. Her lips linger for just a moment before separating mere inches, the sensation of his breath on her skin evident.

"I love you."

"I love you too, dear."

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[That's as freak-ay as this story is going to get, with a few sexual innuendos here and there because it isn't a 18th century story without jokes on "the length of someone's nose". Also, giving you a head up that I'll be going back and correcting previous characters for errors. If there's a bunch of updates, you'll know why. ]