(DISCONTINUED) Why Him? {~*Thomas Jefferson x Reader *~}

Cabinet Battle #2

Y/N POV

The war has ended, and I get to go to another Cabinet meeting, yay.... Well, at least Tommy will be there, so hopefully it'll be better than last time. I mean sure, he was there last time, but.... I punched him last time. So, ha...

Thomas held open the door for me and I smiled at him, thanking him silently.
Walking into a large room once more, look the whole group is here again... Hamilton, Madison.. I hope they don't get into a physical fight after this.

I can see it happening, but, I tried to ignore it.
I took a seat beside Thomas, fiddling with my hands boredly. Washington's voice startled me. "The issue on the table: France is on the verge of war with England. Now, do we provide aid and troops to our French allies, or do we stay out of it?" He glanced around, folding his hands onto the table. "Remember, my decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval, the only person you have to convince; is me. Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor sir." He stated, leaning back into his chair.

Thomas stood from his seat. "When we were on deaths door when we were needy, we made a promise—we signed a treaty!— we needed money and guns and half a chance, uh, who provided those funds?" He growled. I glanced at Madison who leaned over to someone and murmured, "France."

"In return they didn't ask for land, only a promise that we'd land a hand and stand with them if they fought against oppressors; and revolution is messy but now is the time to stand!" Thomas bellowed. "Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny," he smirked as his gaze slowly shifted to Hamilton. "I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate, but I'll remind you that he is not Secretary of State."
Thomas muttered.

"He knows nothing of royalty," Thomas stated. "Nothing!" Someone shouted from the crowd. "Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty. Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation." Thomas spat, venom cursing in his words. He then turned to my father with a smug grin. "Ay, and if you don't know, now you know Mr. President." He claimed and sat back down beside me.

I gave his cheek a peck and hugged his side slightly, in response he pulled me into a side hug and just held me there. "Thank you, Secretary Jefferson.." My father grumbled and turned to Alexander Hamilton.

"Secretary Hamilton, your response?" Washington asked, Hamilton rose from his seat and there was a brief pause, he then slammed his hands on the table and spoke.

"You must be outta your GODDAMN mind, if you think, the President is gonna bring the nation to the brink," He snapped. "Of meddling in the middle of a military mass if gain, of chess, where France is king and queenless." He hissed.

"We signed a treaty with king whose head is now in a basket, would you like to take it out an ask it?" He grinned. "Should we honor our tree to king Louie's head? 'Uh, do whatever you want, I'm super dead!'." He mocked the last part.

Arguing broke out as Jefferson frantically stood up. "Enough! Enough!" Father shouted. "Hamilton is right." Washington claimed. "Mr. President!" Thomas said eagerly. "We're to fragile to start another fight!" Father snapped at him.

"But, Sir, do we not fight for freedom?" He reminded my father. "Sure, when the French figure out who's gonna lead 'em." He muttered. "The people are leading!" "The people are rioting, there's a difference, frankly it's a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality." Washington Shot back as they argued. "Hamilton," Alexander's head perked up and he looked over. "Sir?" "Draft the statement of neutrality." Washington commanded.

"Did you forget Lafayette?" Thomas growled as he glared at Hamilton. "What?" He seemed taken aback. "Have you an ounce of regret? You accumulate debt, you accumulate power, yet in their hour of need you forget." Thomas spat, poison lacing his tone, almost covering his southern accent. I watched in amusement.

"Lafayette's a smart man he'll be fine, and before he was your friend he was mine." Hamilton hissed in offense. "If we try to fight in every revolution, where do we stop, where do we draw the line?" He arched a brow, he had a fairly good point but... I was torn between Thomas' and Alexander's opinion.

"So quick witted." Thomas had a slow smirk dancing across his face, oh boy, here we go. "Alas I admit it." Hamilton replied proudly. "I bet you were quite a lawyer," Thomas' smirk was as wide as it could possibly get, poor Hamilton. "My defendants got a quit it," Hamilton grinned. "Yeah, well someone oughtta remind you..." Thomas trailed off until Alexander spoke. "What?" He hissed. "You're nothing without Washington behind you!" Thomas spat, his grin wide as ever.

Hamilton was shocked and taken aback. He took a gulp about to speak but Father called him. "Hamilton!" He glanced back and Thomas got in his face, waving his hand off as he smirked still. "Daddy's callin'." He mocked. Hamilton huffed and stormed off.

Thomas then returned to my side and held my hand as we sashayed out. "That wasn't necessary, Tommy." I muttered under my breath. He shrugged. "It may not have been but it put Hamilton in his place." He scoffed and I looked at him. "You'll apologize later tonight." I growled. He looked at me dumbfounded, his expression fading into worry. "You're serious?"

"Yes Thomas!" I spat, he sighed and nodded. "Alright darlin' But only cause I love you." Thomas murmured, I smiled and stood on my tip-toes, giving him a light peck. "Good, so what do ya want for dinner?" He didn't even hesitate to respond. "Mac 'n Cheese!" He exclaimed.

I giggled and nodded. "Alright, anything for you Tommy." He got a smug smirk and wiggles his eyebrows as he looked down at me. "Anything~?" He purred. I looked up him and blushed slightly, shoving him playfully. "Not like that!" I murmured shyly. "Aww, 5 months ago, gold." He chuckled. "Keep dreaming." I snickered as we continued on and into Monticello.

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I began to stir the Macaroni as put on an apron, can't ruin the dress now can we! I felt arms wrap around my waist, Thomas, he set his head on my shoulder. "What did I do to deserve you?" He asked, muffled since he was burying his face into the crook of my neck. I giggled as I continued to make dinner. "I don't know, what did you do?" I mocked.

I finished making Macaroni and gave Thomas a bowl, he smiled and took it before giving my cheek a soft peck. He sat at the counter and I grabbed a bowlful as well and sat beside him. We ate dinner and chatted for a bit before we stumbled across a subject I've thought about before...

"How do you feel about kids?" I asked Thomas softly. He practically choked on his food and looked at me. "Why?" He murmured. "Just wondering." I replied, taking another bite of my food. "Well, I wouldn't mind, but if it's ok with you.." he smiled. I rolled my eyes. "Good." He stared at me confused. "That's it? No, 'good cause I want kids' or something like that?" He asked. I shook my head. "Nope. I just think about it sometimes, but I'm not ready to be a mother... it'll make me feel old." I groaned at the last part, he chuckled and looked at me. "You could never be old in my eyes, you'll always remain young and beautiful~" He cooed.