Mystery Woman - Alexander Hamilton

Part One

In the beginning it takes place in 1781, so bear with me.

Go home, Alexander. That's an order from your commander."

"Sir-"

"Go home."

Alexander's head hung in shame as he walked out of General Washington's tent. He thought he was in the right. Lee had to answer for the things that he said, for the lives that were lost on his watch. Apparently, Alexander and General Washington didn't see eye to eye.
After packing his things, he headed to his horse. He wanted the journey back home to be silent. He didn't want to be bothered with some coachman trying to make small talk.

As he mounted his horse, Aaron Burr walked by, wiping Lee's blood off his hands. "Alexander, where are you going?" He asked.
He sighed as he looked down at Burr. He didn't want to have to admit that even though the duel was in his favor, Washington was not.

"It seems that I've been temporarily relieved, so to speak, of my duty."

"General Washington sent you home?"

"Unfortunately."

Burr looked to the ground, as he felt sorry for him. Sure, they don't always agree with each other, but they were friends. "Maybe you need this break, Alexander. To go and spend time with your wife, and what have you." He was serious. Burr noticed Hamilton's tent lit up with a candle almost every night. It seemed that he was always writing. If it wasn't a letter to Eliza, it was a letter to Congress. If not that, then it was battle strategy for Washington. He didn't get enough sleep; Burr thought this might help.

"Perhaps." Alexander muttered. "I suppose I'll see you soon."

"I suppose so."

Alexander rode his horse for about an hour nonstop, headed for Harlem. Although silence was what he originally wanted, he couldn't stand the emptiness. He had to rush home, if only to hear something other than the clicks of his horse's hooves.

When he arrived, he carried his belongings inside, staying quiet just in case Eliza was asleep. Just as he set his belongings on the floor, Eliza rounded the corner with a frying pan up, ready to attack.

"Eliza! It's just me!"

"Alexander?" She dropped the pan and ran to embrace him. "Why didn't you call out? Give me peace of mind?"

"I didn't think you'd be preparing for battle with kitchenware." He chuckled. Eliza pulled back and slapped his arm, "I told you in my last letter I've been feeling paranoid."

"There's nothing to fear, my love." As he tucked a strand of Eliza's hair behind her ear, he looked over his lover. His eyes ran over her stomach, then to her legs, then back to her stomach. His eyebrows furrowed and her breath hitched. So this is what she's been hiding, he thought.

"How long have you known?"

She fiddled with her hands, "A month or so?"
He looked at her incredulously. She had been going through the symptoms of pregnancy by herself? No one to help her? To comfort her? "Eliza, you should've told me!"

She turned and went to pick up the pan, speaking quietly as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I wrote to General Washington-"

"Eliza, no."

"I begged him to send you home!"

Alexander couldn't believe what he was hearing. His General knew that his wife was pregnant before he did. Not only was he angry about that, but he felt guilty that she was here dealing with it without him to help her. Suddenly, he was praying for silence once more.