Into The Past

It All Comes Down To Me

Weeks later...

Y/n's P.O.V.

I get in position and slightly bounce off my heel, hitting the volleyball over the net we built in our backyard, with my forearm. Much to my annoyance, it didn't make it over so AJ ran and hit it over the net as John was getting ready to hit it back.

I taught them how to play volleyball so they aren't trapped inside reading and writing all day.

If you're not aware, I'm trying to distract myself.

Until Alexander starts acting aloof, I'll know just what happened.

"I'll be back! I need water, continue without me!" I called to my children who continue their competitive game.

I pour myself a glass of water, ignoring the burning sensations on my arms. Alexander enters the kitchen, drowsy and sleep-deprived as always.

I place the cup down, "Honey? Why not join the kids and I outside for some exercise?"

Why do I even bother asking? He'll probably say he's too busy or just doesn't want to.

My husband smiles softly, "I'd love that. Just let me grab some water."

I was paralyzed from shock.

Did he just... WHAAAAAA-

He would never do that! Not that I don't like it, I'm overjoyed he decided to take a break, but...

The only reason he'd want to spend time with us...

Is because it may be his last...

***

During the game, I was quiet and didn't pay much attention. AJ and James and Angelica were very frustrated and my husband seemed to be having the time of his life.

William cheers from the sidelines, holding Beth in his hands protectively.

"Continue the game without me, okay?" I walk to the door, panting, "I'll come back in a bit."

"Love? Why not stay, we're having fun?" Alexander pleads.

"I'm tired, Alexander. I'll be out in a bit."

***

Dressed, I sneak out of the house, walking through the quiet streets of Uptown New York.

People silently shove past each other.

In a couple of minutes, it should get dark.

I look up at the skies painted with bright colors, the sun dipping below the horizon. I breathe in the fresh air in an attempt to keep my composure.

Next destination: The Burr Residence.

I finally reach the house I hadn't visited in a while. I knock gently on the door, Theodosia Jr. opening it. Her face brightens when she sees me.

"Oh! Mrs. Hamilton, come in!"

I step inside, "May I see your father?"

"Of course! He's in his study, the second door to the left, down the hall."

"Thank you, dear."

***

The oak door creeks as I push it open, revealing Burr inside, staring down stressfully at what seem to be letters.

And after taking a closer look, I realize they're from Alexander Hamilton...

"Ah, Mrs. Hamilton, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Burr stands and smiles charmingly.

"I thought I'd stop by, Mr. Burr."

"Please, take a seat," He motions to the chairs stationed before his desk. "Close the door behind you."

I do as he says. "How have you and your children been, Mrs. Hamilton? It's been a minute," He said.

I manage to crack a smile, "Mr. Burr, good sir, it's been so long!" Burr softly chuckles.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Erm... Burr... there's no way to say this any other way so I'm gonna be straightforward," my normally bubbly persona changes to a very serious one. "I know of the duel between you and my husband."

The colors drain from his face, his adorable smile faltering. "I-I'm sorry?"

"I know about the duel, sir," I said.

"Y-Y/n, how did you find out-"

"I found the letters you had sent to Alexander. I want you to understand that wasn't a very smart idea, we not only have many children, but I won't allow them to grow without a father. I expected much more from you-"

"I will not allow my daughter to become an orphan."

"Sir, with all due respect, your daughter is married and has beautiful children."

"I am not going to give up my life for your husband, Ma'am!" I could tell Burr was becoming irritated. "I've suffered enough abuse. I've never been anything but respectful and kind to your husband."

"You have to be penitent with him! Please, Aaron, I'm begging you, don't shoot my husband! What would your wife have done if she knew your life was on the line!?"

He seemed astonished.

I burst into tears, "I heard him murmuring something about shooting his pistol at the sky the other day! Please, you have to believe me! I can't lose him, my children can't grow without a father! Aaron Burr, sir... I'm pregnant..."

He scoffs, "Well what do you want me to do!?"

My puffy e/c meet his dreamy ones, "Believe me... Alexander will not shoot you. For me, for your wife, for Theo... don't shoot him..."

"Y/n, I don't know what you're telling me to do here."

"Aim your pistol at the sky."