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

Cornelius

3 years later

Y/N POV

I smiled as Cornelius staggered over to me on wobbly feet, I outstretched my arms and laugh lightly as he picked up the pace at that, he finally collapses in my arms.

I smile sweetly at him as I pick him up snuggle him, holding him close to my chest. Thomas comes down the stairs and sees, at the sight he grins broadly.

"And how is my family doing?" He cooed as he takes a seat beside me on the couch. "I dunno, Cornelius, you wanna tell your father?" I ask and look him in his brown eyes, he had thick curly locks like Thomas, but he had H/L.

Thomas stared at me quizzically, he doesn't know Cornelius can speak small sentences yet.
"P-Papa..." he managed to get out, Thomas' face lights up as he looks at his son. "Yes?" He grinned cheekily.

"Me and M-mama good." He stutters. Thomas takes Cornelius from my arms and hugs him tightly but carefully. "Bravo!" He exclaims and Cornelius laughs in return.

I get up and Cornelius breaks away from his father, "Play with me?" He asked, I take his hand and nod as I sit down. "Of course." I murmur.

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Thomas comes back from the kitchen a moment later, a bowl of macaroni in his hands as he takes a bite, smiling fondly at Cornelius and I as we play.

"Grandpa George is coming over today, are you excited?" I ask Cornelius, he hasn't met father yet but that's ok. He stared at me like I was crazy but shrugged it off and nodded.

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I hear a knock on the door and glance at Thomas, he sets his third bowl of Macaroni down and nods, making his way to the door and opening it.

"Mr. President," Thomas greets, holding his hand out to him. "No need for that son, you're part of the family now, get in here." My father grumbled and pulled Thomas into a tight hug.

They then made their way to where Cornelius and I were playing with some building blocks.
I grin as I see my father. "Meet your grandson." I smiled, picking up Cornelius and turning to my father.

He grins back at me and holds his arms out, Cornelius crawled into his arms and father sat down on the couch, tickling him lightly.

"So, what's your name, little one?" He asked our child, who was still laughing and smiling brightly. The sight of my father and my son getting along warmed my heart.

Thomas' arm snaked around my waist as we gaze at the two. "Cornelius!" He exclaimed. George grinned broadly and looked him in the eye. "I'm your grandpa," He says.

"Grandpa George!" Cornelius clapped. George nodded. "Who told you my name?" He smiled as he tickles him a bit once more. "Mama." He murmured.

My father looks at me and smiles, I smile in return and cuddle into Thomas' side. "You two go have a day to yourselves, I'll watch Cornelius for you." He mumbled. "We can't possibly-" "No, I insist, go on. You two probably haven't had a day to yourselves since this little guy was born." My father cut me off.

I turn to Thomas and smile. "Alright, lets go Tommy!" I called and start skipping upstairs and to our shared bedroom.