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

Wedding

Y/N POV

I yawn and lazily open my eyes, I still have arms wrapped around me, I smile and caress Thomas' cheek. I sit up and gently remove his arms from my waist and sneak out of the room.

I make my way (downtown) downstairs and into the kitchen, I then pull out some cooking materials and began to cook breakfast.

Moments later Thomas comes downstairs, likely cause he smelled food, looking tired and slightly angry. "Darlin' I told you to rest." He mutters. "I don't want to rest 24/7 Tommy. I'll be fine, besides I made Eggs, Toast, Bacon and Pancakes!" I exclaim.

He sighed and sat down at the table, I bring him and I plate of food and seat beside him, I start to devour my meal. "Alright, just don't overwork yourself, Alright Kitten?" He asks, his voice muffled by his food. "Got it!" I squeak and continue to eat breakfast.

~*Short TimeSkip brought to you by an enraged Alexander Hamilton*~

After breakfast Thomas made sure I don't do the dishes so instead I read a book, once Thomas finished up with the dishes he came over and sat down beside me.

"Did I tell you how much I love you yet today?" He cooed as he put an arm around me. "I don't need to hear it Thomas, I know how much you love me." I tease. "I love you~" He purred, completely ignoring my comment.

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We started planning the wedding since we'd postponed it for months, "How 'bout a Magenta theme, Darlin'?" He asked.

"Thomas. I know you like Magenta, but not everyone does.." I murmur, he sighed in response. "How about black? The only people in white are the groom and bride?" I ask as I gaze at him. He smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect Darlin'."

So we start sending out invites, we sent them to a few of Thomas' and I's friends; Lafayette, James Madison, the Hamiltons... okay, they aren't Thomas' favorite people but I like them and I'm friends with Eliza. A few others as well.

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A/N

I know. FOR.EV.ER. I'm sorry, and sorry again that this is a short chapter.