Y/N POV
When we got home George was in the couch reading to Cornelius, I grin and look back at Thomas as he closed the door behind us.
"Tommy, mind if I go out with my friends tonight?" I asked, He turns to face me and arched a brow. "Which friends?" He muttered.
"Hamilton, Marquis, Mulligan and Laurens?" I spoke hesitantly, I knew he hated Hamilton.
He clenched his fists and growled, I stood on my tip-toes, kissing him lightly. He sighed in defeat and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. But I want to come with you, make sure they don't try anything." He hissed and I smiles cheekily and nodded. "Thanks Tommy!" I squeaked.
We left the house once again, waving goodbye to Cornelius and my Father.
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We ended up going to a bar, the HamilSquad wanted to, wasn't surprising. Thomas was sober and I was slightly tipsy, but sober enough to walk in a straight line and answer questions.
Hamilton glared at Thomas when we had shown up but was loosening up and glaring less and less as time progressed.
I stood up and raised my hand and the boys laugh. "I have a question." I state as I sat back down and they all nodded, waiting for me to say what it was. "My husband is to tall for me to kiss, what should I do?" I smirked.
"Punch him in the gut." Alexander grinned, Thomas glared at him from the remark. "Chop off his legs." Hercules suggested. "Break his legs." Lafayette grinned. "Step on his foot!" John exclaimed and I giggle as Thomas' horrified expression. "No! No! Please, just ask me to bend down!" I says frantically and we all laughed hysterically at his reaction.
A/N
Yes. I'm alive.
This chapter's to short, I know, but at least it's funny, right? I hope it was, sorry for not updating in awhile.
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(DISCONTINUED) Why Him? {~*Thomas Jefferson x Reader *~}
FanfictionY/n, proud daughter of Washington himself. Things are looking down on her right now, her mother has died and she might be forced into a loveless marriage. But a strange walks into the meeting one day, and everything changes...
