[A.Ham]
As the week drew on, I mainly worked from home too keep Muda company. She was terrified at the thought of going to the office, though I tried explaining that Jefferson wouldn't be there. By Thursday, she was finally allowed out of bed for more than a bathroom trip. Though, she mainly stays with me in my study, often resting in my reading chair while I worked. Eliza left with Angelica to head back upstate on Monday. Apparently they left Philip on babysitting duty and wanted to make sure he didn't let anyone wonder off. I'm sure he did a great job. The Washington's always come in the evenings with dinner, which has been a huge help. Lafayette's boat back to France left tomorrow, so I'm sure he'd stop by today. Though as the afternoon waned, he still hadn't stopped by.
Knock knock knock
Nevermind. That's probably him.
"Stay here, love. I'll get it." Even though she's allowed out of bed, I haven't let her resume any of her duties. Although, I didn't think she minded all that much.
"Mon Ami! I brought Mulligan, thought we could have some drinks before I left for France." Laf cheered as he entered.
"Laf, that sounds great, but I can't leave Muda alone. Not tonight." I chuckled, hugging my friend.
"Perfect, because we brought the booze with us. Tavern's fuckin' overpriced anyway." Mulligan followed, a pair of bottles in each hand. I shook my head, taking two to free up one of his hands.
"Damn, man, these are actually good quality drinks. I guess sales were good before the party?"
"Hell yea, you know every since the war, my business has been on the up and up. So, I thought it'd be nice to indulge a little while the gang's together. So, get the glasses and let's enjoy!" Mulligan shouted, Laf joined the laughter.
"Alright alright, just keep it down. Muda might be resting. Let's not disturb her too much." I said, leading the men into my living room.
"She can join us, a little company isn't so bad, no?" Laf nudged me.
"Not tonight. She seems to prefer the quiet lately. Hell, I'm honestly worried because she hasn't tried to talk past yes or no. But, it's only been a few days. I want to try to get her out of the house this weekend to get some fresh air, maybe go on a walk." I confessed after setting the bottles down. "Jefferson has really traumatized the girl in the past, I suspect, and this last time brought her back to that same place in her head. Back to square one."
"Patience, how about you bring her back to the shop. It's quiet there and she's familiar with it, so it's not too far outside her comfort zone." Mulligan suggested. Personally, it didn't seem like a bad idea.
"Yea, maybe that's what we'll do. Start small, you know?"
I know some good people.
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A couple of hours later, there was another knock at the door, loud enough to hear over the tipsy laughter. I got up to answer it, though I already knew who it was.
"Evening, Hamilton."
"Washington." I stepped aside so he could come in. "Thank you so much again, this has been a huge help."
"Uh huh... Have you been drinking? You reek of alcohol." He said, a bit of a disapproving look in his eyes.
"Yes, Sir. Lafayette leaves tomorrow so he and Mulligan came over just to hang out before he went back." I explained, going over to the stairs to call up to Muda that dinner was here. But, after a few moments, there was no sound of movement. So, I went up to look for her. "Muda?" I left her in the study, but she could have moved. She definitely wasn't there anymore, nor was she in room... but the door to her balcony was open, the drapes softly flowing in the evening breeze. I smiled, she got a little fresh air.
I tried to keep my steps quiet so not to spook her as I opened the door further. There in the sunset's light, she sat on the railing, her feet dangling over the edge, my shirt fluttering over her body. She was trimming up her hair, evening it out into a cute looking haircut. "Hello love..." I called softly. She turned to me, smiling a little. "Washington is here with dinner. Ready to come down?" I went up behind her, brushing cut strands from the back of her shirt. She nodded, setting the scissors down on the railing beside her. I grinned, gingerly scooped her up into my arms and carried her inside. "I must warn you, Lafayette and Mulligan are here and a little more than tipsy." She smiled, burying her head in my shoulder as we made our way downstairs.
"Good evening, Muda." Washington greeted her first, the contents of his basket laid out on the table for her. I set her down so she could go to him, openly giving him a hug. He had really been like a dad to her, how he's cared for her so easily. "Martha said she's sorry she couldn't come tonight. But, she hopes you enjoy your dinner." She nodded against his chest in understanding before letting go. I went back to my friends, who had calmed down to a quiet chat.
"So when you bring her by, want me to make her some actual nightwear?" Mulligan asked, chuckling over his glass.
"What? Oh. Um... perhaps that would be right, but she's comfortable in Philip's and my shirts. Why change what she's comfortable with?" I blushed lightly. Also, there's just something about seeing her in my shirt... yea. The door closing pulled me out of that thought before I could even begin it. Oh, Washington left.
Well, we continued the merriment until there was no more alcohol, each of us fairly drunk in our own rights. Muda stayed downstairs with us after she ate, making herself comfortable by the fireplace. But, alas, the moon rising signaled the end of our night. The boys prepared themselves to leave.
"I shall write, and I expect letters from you three often. There may be a war going on at my home, but that is no excuse." Lafayette said, wandering over to where Muda sat on the rug. "And you definitely take care of yourself, and let Hamilton care for you. I will let you know when it's safe, then you'll have to visit. Understand, mon fleur?" She smiled, nodding. I was a little occupied, idly chatting with Mulligan, but when I looked back over, I certainly didn't expect the sight. The alcoholic in my blood didn't help the understanding of what I saw.
Lafayette leaned down to her level, and in the light of the fire... he kissed her.
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