Into The Past

What'd I Miss?

Y/n's P.O.V.
My eyes flutter open, my hands feeling around for my husband, supposedly lying beside me. I grow worried when my eyes scan the place he had slept in, finding he isn't there anymore. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, quickly rushing downstairs where I hear muffling.

Alexander is sitting in his study, a large smile on his face, "I finally solved the case, Y/n." I sigh in relief, I thought he had left the house like he did yesterday.

It's been a year since the war was won by America. Alexander hasn't taken a break off being a lawyer and it gets tiring just watching him. He lies that he'll sleep, wakes up at like 3 am., and continues to his study. I hate it... I want a normal life. But Then again, I'm to blame for marrying Alexander Hamilton, the soon to be secretary of the treasury, creator of the Coast Guard, founder of the New York Post.

I pour myself some coffee and proceed to Pip's room. He's grown a lot, I've begun teaching him the piano and how to dance.

I hear a knock on the door, rudely interrupting the peace I was enjoying. I fix up my hair and open the door, finding the mailman on the other side.

He hands me a letter to Alex from my father. John and Eliza have had their daughter, they named her Angelica; she's adorable! She and Philip have been playing a lot... it's crazy to think those two are step-siblings...

I shake the pleasant thought of John out of my mind, gliding elegantly to Alex's study. I don't bother to knock or ask, I just go in.

My eyes scan over his tired figure. There are purple bags under his usually starry eyes, his hair looks as if it hasn't washed it in months, and he hasn't changed out of his pajamas or whatever they call them in this timeline.

God, I miss that enthusiastic, amazing, energetic Alex...

"Alex, a letter from my father came for you. I'll be in the market," I don't bother looking into his eyes or smiling. He might have noticed because he took my hand in his and smiled lovingly up at me.

"Are you alright, love?" Alex's eyes seemed desperate for sleep but he refused to give in.

I sigh and jerk my hand away from his, "I'll be in the markets, Alex..." He opens his mouth to question me more but I quickly leave. I don't want to worry him... but he deserves it for all that he's done to me.

Take a break, Alexander!

Alexander's P.O.V.
I can't help but feel that she's angry at me... but can I blame her? She's basically a single mother with how I've become. I barely pay attention to my family anymore, they're worried for me, I understand that. But I will not allow them to live like I did when I was younger...

I will get us money so they will never have to feel the pain I did.

I love my Y/n and Philip.

After a couple of hours, she walks past my door to the entrance of our humble abode. She stops in front of my door, smiling warmly at me. I smile back, my eyes scanning her soft h/c tied back in a loose bun, framing her face perfectly. Her dress hugged her figure nicely, her exquisite e/c eyes vibrating with worry.

I stand and walk across the room to my beautiful wife. I lift her chin up, her eyes meeting mine. I kiss her softly.

She smiles, "Please, Alexander, feed Philip when he wakes up for me?" Her eyes plead with worry. I hate seeing her like this...

"Have fun, my love."

I return to my desk, taking the paper and opening it.

I squint, my eyes skim the paper.

From what I gather, Washington's assembling a cabinet and I get to be the Secretary of Treasury!

Let's go!

Y/n's P.O.V.
After visiting the markets, I could return home and take Philip with me to John, Eliza, and baby Angelica. Seems like a good idea, so why not?

A small basket in hand, I pick up some tomatoes, a cute painting of a happy family, a book called Secret Lovers, some baby food, groceries, etc.

I pause when I notice a large crowd huddled around a boat. An undeniably handsome man with a useless cane gets off the boat, everyone's eyes following him.

And you know I know exactly who that man is.

I clear my throat, proceeding to walk past the crowd in order to reach my destination.

I am stopped when I run into a stern chest, making me stumble back. I quickly catch my balance and remain on my feet.

WHO THE FUCK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR-

"My apologies, Ma'am..." a Virginian smiles proudly at me, "I didn't mean to run into ya."

"Oh, it's no problem, sir...?" My voice trails off, waiting for an answer.

He swings his cane over his shoulder. With a smirk, he says, "Surely you've heard of Thomas Jefferson? I'm the best there is, beautiful."

I'm gonna teach this cocky bastard some respect.

I look up into his tired eyes emotionlessly, "No, sorry sir Jefferson. I have never heard of your name."

"Well, then, what's your name, gorgeous?" Thomas' face gets dangerously close to mine. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

"I'm a married woman, sir," I step back, "My name is Y/n."

"What's yer last name?"

"It's just Y/n for now."

"Well then, Y/n Jefferson, I'll see ya around? I'd hate to miss a beautiful face like yours," Thomas flirts.

I'll admit, that was smooth.

A smart idea pops into my head. This is revenge, Alexander... "Yes, would you maybe like to come over for tea tomorrow?"

"I thought you had a husband?" A toothy grin makes its way to his lips.

"We're simply drinking tea, I'm sure my husband won't mind. Here..." I take out a piece of paper and quickly print my address down, "I hope to see you then, Mr. Jefferson."

"Back at ya, Y/n. Say, do ya speak French?"

"Yes. I am fluent in four different languages, sir."

"Yer a smart one, aye?"

"Thank you, good sir! You seem intelligent yourself."

"I'll see ya tomorrow, aight?"

"Mhm. I'll be looking forward to it."

I bid him goodbye and return home to get Philip and go to the Laurens Residence.

This is gonna be fun...