My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Twenty-Eight •

[The time is 1792, the reader is like almost 2 months pregnant with John Hamilton leading it to be late January. Also, this took forever! I apologize, I haven't been in the best health. ]
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"Alexander Hamilton, you have no right to rush me!"

[Your Name] exclaims in an exasperated tone as she sits at a vanity, dainty hands hurriedly pinning back her [Hair color] locks. She looks at herself once more, smoothing the ruffles of her dress before giving a satisfied nod at her appearance. She rushes through the house's halls finding herself at Angelica room, she was far too rushed to knock and allowed herself in. She immediately tends to tying and dressing the girl, she was never one for being punctual as her husband especially at such a late notice. She was neither one to exaggerate it as much as he did.

Eventually, she reaches the front door, Angelica's hand in hers as the walk being greeting by a rather stressed Alexander. It was not her who had caused that stress, it was nobody other than himself who caused it. His mind allowed the fact that an important ball was to take place slip, leading to the rush. There's not a chance of conversation before Alexander rushes outside the door, attempting to straighten his coat whilst entering the carriage causing her to frown at the behavior.

"Come now, children."

She whispers feebly, reaching for the small hands of Alexander Jr. and James, stepping out to the stoop then down the small steps. Angelica trailing close behind watching out for any possible slips from the children. She allows the children to enter the carriage before going in herself, seating herself near Alexander. She allows her head to gently lean upon his shoulders, a hand seeking his to interlace fingers. It was an impulsive action, something to attempt to calm him.

"My love, you really mustn't stress yourself."

"I know..."

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After a rather long carriage ride, they had finally arrived. Alexander was the first to exit, assisting the children out and lastly her. The stress had seemed to somehow subside from him, hardly ever was he at such a state with so little going through his mind. The night air was warm with a light breeze, a large breath was taken upon stepping outside. It had been far too long since going to such an important event. She felt herself grow nervous every step that was taken closer to the open doors of the ballroom.

How quickly things changed upon stepping into the large ballroom, chatter was absolutely everywhere. The soft noise of glasses clinking together was hardly noticeable over it. Not a corner was left empty, women and men dressed to the fines occupied every last one, gossiping no doubt. There was slight tensing in Alexander's arm causing her turn remove her gaze from the distance, an unfamiliar man approached with a peculiar stride. She glanced back to Alexander, noticing a hateful glare shooting towards the man.

The man of tall stature seemed to grow closer by the second, a prideful grin seemingly growing as a malicious glint became obvious in his eyes. She could only assume it was one of those men who her husband had been working with, the man that created such havoc for him. Despite that, the man was of high status, wealthy as well, nothing that could be seen particularly offensive could be said without having an impact on Alexander's career. Although the work was not ideal for her, she couldn't ruin what he wanted.

"Good evening, Mr. Hamilton."

Even though it was only a few words into the conversation, she could sense the venom between his southern accented voice towards her husband. Alexander didn't hold back his tone either, however, managed without insulting him with the help of her subtle squeezing setting the boundaries. Soon, it seemed like the conversation was coming to an end, but the attention was brought to her. A very meek, yet polite smile is put onto her expression, she bobs a curtsy.

"[Your Name] Hamilton. It's truly a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jefferson."

"The pleasures' all mine, darling."

Only a few words were exchanged before Alexander dismissed them, pulling her hand with a slight hostility. She trudged with a slight frown until eventually reaching the outdoor gardens, glancing backwards at the children seeing them entertaining themselves with the Washingtons'. [Eye color] orbs then trail towards her frustrated husband, her hands cupping his close. A sympathetic expression consuming her once rather stern one.

"Alexander, my love, you mustn't let his words bother you. It's his game, he wishes for you to get like this."

"He's such a vexatious man, I cannot fathom why I was doomed to work with such an insufferable being."

"I know. We should return inside, they'll be wondering where we ran off to."

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