My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Thirty •

[ There was an error in my part, this takes place before the last chapter. ]

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"You mustn't doubt yourself so much, love. You'll do wonderfully, I'm sure of it."

[Your Name] reassures with a soft smile as she adjusted his myrtle coat, fixing any misplaced button. Her halcyon gaze slowly lifts to his face, her hand weightlessly proceeded to his cheek. With only a few short moments, she finds herself in an almost trace fixated on his enchanting eyes —Oh look at those eyes ! — It takes a lifetimes for her to recover from her bewitchment, there's a slight shift to close their distances. Lips meet afterwards, that feeling of warmth enveloping her every limb. Truthfully, she knew not of why such feelings occurred, but she was glad it did even after long years of marriage.

"Now, we really mustn't ponder for to long! The children will be wondering!"

She states, earning a nod from Alexander. There's no hesitation in taking his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. She guides him with a steady pace outdoors where Angelica amuses the boys with rowdy children's games. A feeling of sympathy formed going into further thoughts, she had no clue on what it was like having siblings, she couldn't begin to process siblings of a different sex. The family begins on the rather long stroll towards where the meetings usually take place, having the occasional laughs together.

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Arriving at the venue was hardly anything near to what she'd expected, perhaps it seemed a little too informal for such an important cause. Men gathered around at a single table, chatting on what she assumed would be the topic of politics. Impulsiveness took hold of her actions, and she goes only a few inches closer to Alexander, her grip on John slightly tightening. For only just a short moment, she allows her eyes to wander around the room catching glances of her husband's political rivals —Scoundrels as they were sometimes described as in the house. —

Alexander found seating for the family, a small peck was given before he left towards the president with a rather confident stride. —Prideful men are always the first to fall. — Her attention is soon taken from her thoughts as she only barely manages to look up from her lap before she heard those familiar voices, hearing of these meeting she could only assume there'd be attempted verbal attacks. Of course, nothing was surprising of that knowing her enduring husband for so long.

"The issue on the table: France is on the verge of war with England."

The president began, stopping the chatter among the many men gathered around and redirecting their attention to him. Once the room seemed like a drop of a pin could be heard throughout, he continued on the topic of the French rebellion. [Your Name] knew what had been heard in Alexander's many rambling, forming an opinion on the whole thing. Of course, she would dare not voice it in front of the few pompous man that were gathered. She would spare her beloved the humiliation of having a "impudent wife" as she would be called whilst being discussed between them.

She holds a light grip to John as he sat atop her many layers of skirts that gave a shine with the sunlight pouring into the room, slightly bobbing her leg to provide a sort of comfort. She couldn't quite know how long the meetings would take, nor did she look forward to the time. As an attempt to entertain herself for the time being, she listened intently at both her husband's and Thomas Jefferson's arguments with each other.

As the last words were exchanged, and a statement of neutrality was decided upon, it was finally over. A slight feeling of remorse overcame her from the decision, it was obvious that it was not particularly popular. Nonetheless, it was the president's choice, and it was obvious none dared to oppose it. She's quick to rise from the chair, her hand supporting John's head as it rested upon her shoulder. —The poor boy had the life practicality drained from him by his father!—

From the corner of her eye, she notices that familiar myrtle coat contrasting with the eye-catching magenta she's come to know. The body language between the men was prominent, she's quick to notice every agitated movement in her husband. It seemed that something was said by Jefferson to move her husband to an even more aggressive stance. — She's got to stop a would be homicide. —
With only a few strides, she reaches her husband a polite smile plastered upon her face in Jefferson's presences as she takes Alexander's hands into hers, attempting to guide him away. He attempts to turn back, being who he is, but is eventually caught by the children.

"Hamilton!"

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