Hamilton Oneshots (2)

Imploded Distance (Tharia)

Requested by potassium_boron

Thomas ran a hand through his hair, the distance between him and his wife exploding inside his mind and heart but he refused to be the one who broke it. They'd fought for weeks before today but it finally came to a head and now they weren't saying so much as a peep to one another. True, he started it but he's also the one who tried to end it sooner which caused Maria to erupt in anger and now they weren't talking.

He sat in the living room, reading a poetry book absently as Maria made something for herself in the kitchen, she always hummed when she was cooking but not today. She hasn't been humming for weeks. He missed her voice and the love that came with it, he missed her. He didn't even know why, to be honest, Maria was in a state of shock and disarray on the first of the month and because he didn't stop and talk with her she blocked him out, then the arguing started.

He rubbed his face, he was a mess without her, it's true. Thomas finally decided to man up, she was his wife and he her husband, he needed to get his ass up and apologies. So he got up and went to the kitchen, "Maria..." He mumbled as he leaned against the doorway, "Maria look I'm sorry."

She put the pan down which had a just-finished omelet on it. Slowly she turned to look at him, "Sorry for what exactly, Thomas Jefferson?" She asked quietly, sliding the omelet onto a plate, "For ignoring me? For telling me I'm nothing but emotional? For yelling at me every night because your dirty shirts weren't cleaned already?" Slowly she turned around and stared into him, her eyes betraying how hurt she truly felt.

Thomas knew he should back down and say yes to every single thing she just listed but his pride refused to let him, "I'm trying to fucking apologize, alright?!" He shouted and Maria glared harder with broken eyes.

"That sounds more like an accusation than it does an apology," Maria told him simply. She grabbed her omelet and tried to push past him, Thomas stood in her way so she shoved his chest, "Move." She ordered.

"No, listen to me!" He shoved her back but he forgot how much weaker she was compared to him. She flew back and fell down before screaming, it was then Thomas realized her arm had landed on the stove, "Oh shit, Maria!"

He ran to hold her arm and apologize profusely while in tears but Maria flinched and whispered, "St-Stay away from me." She held herself as she scooted into the corner and Thomas hung his head as he realized what had happened.

He wasn't Maria's first husband, her first abused her, and now here he was doing the exact same thing. She cried and sobbed in the corner and Thomas took a deep breath, "Maria, please. Maria. I just want to help I-I didn't mean to hurt you." He crawled over and she stared at him in fear.

He looked at her burn and realized he needed to wrap that so it wouldn't get infected before a doctor could see it. He looked around but saw nothing so he did what he thought of first and ripped the sleeve off his favorite magenta jacket, "Thomas!" Maria shouted in shock, "You d-"

"-It's just a jacket, love," He replied and scooted over, holding his hand out, "Can I please see your arm now?" He asked quietly, "You're my wife though and you're more important to me than some stupid fabric or some petty arguments. I love you." He reached over and kissed her forehead gently before softly wrapping her arm up, careful because he didn't want to hurt her, "Is that good?"

She nodded, blinking away her tears, "M-Mhmm and Thomas I..." She held his face and smiled, "I love you." She reached over and kissed him, putting her burned arm down against her body as she and Thomas finally shared a tender touch after weeks alone.

"Hey, Maria?" Thomas mumbled, his forehead still against hers as she smiled and looked up at him, "What was it you wanted to tell me? Earlier this month?" He asked quietly, restraining himself from kissing her.

"Oh, it's nothing. You um you shouldn't have to worry about it. It really isn't anything," She tried to brush it off but her voice shook as she said it, giving away her fear of the news she was hiding from Thomas.

"No, love, you are my wife," He told her firmly, "And as my wife it is your job to confide in me and it is my job to listen and figure out how to help and if needed, it is my job to tell people to leave me on the dueling ground for hurting you. That's what I promised when I took your hand and made you Maria Jefferson."

Maria blushed softly and nodded, "W-Well okay," She giggled and looked up at Thomas, "I-I-I just didn't want to stress you or I mean I don't want to." She looked away but Thomas tilted her face back to his, "Right...right...I-I well...Thomas, I'm with child." She said and looked away, "I-I was trying to tell you but you wouldn't listen so I...so I got upset...I'm sorry." She mumbled.

Thomas sat there trying to understand what she just told him before it all seemed to implode him, "I'm such an asshole." He muttered and pulled her to him, being careful of her arm, "This is all my fault. Really. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Maria Jefferson. You deserve better than this, you deserve better than a husband who insults you and ignored you when all you wanted was a fraction of his time."

Maria looked up and kissed his cheek, "What I want is you though. I want you and this child." She smiled and Thomas found himself smiling back, "Well, that, and also a doctor." She motioned to her arm.

"Oh shit, right!" Thomas scooped her up in his arms and ran out to get her in a carriage and to a doctor as she laughed, a sound he missed terribly.