Rain Or Snow
"Do you, Elizabeth Schuyler, take Alexander Hamilton to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," She could hear herself saying. As she restlessly tossed and turned, visions of their wedding day echoed in her head. She still remembered his vows. They were beautiful. He always had a way with words.
"I vow to always be faithful. Under God, I shall always be by your side, day and night, through rain or snow, through pain and despair, in spirit, mind, and body. I vow to always be yours," He promised her.
As she heard the wedding bells ringing, both their vows and I do's echoing throughout her mind, the priest reciting the speech and sealing their marriage, all she could think of was her Alexander. Or rather, he used to be hers. Before, that girl.
She lay awake at night wondering if he meant it. If the words that he spoke on their wedding day were words that he meant, or if he was saying it to win the approval of her family and others. She wondered if any of the lovely words that seemed to come pouring out meant anything to him at all.
"Well, they certainly meant something to me. How would my life be if I just married someone else? Someone wealthy, like my sisters? Like my mother would have wanted?" She thought bitterly, before shaking her head to clear it. She tried not to think such terrible things, but quite frankly, Alexander was making it difficult. Still, she shouldn't base her judgement of him off of his wealth. "But that's not going to stop me from judging his affair."
She started crying. She had been doing that a lot recently, and she knew it wouldn't stop for a long while. He sent her away so easily. It was as if, in that year of 1791, he didn't even wish to be seen with her.
Now she knew why. Alexander didn't want her. He wanted that Maria, who was nearly 10 years younger than her.
Well, he had had his fun with Maria. Now, it was Eliza's time to get her revenge.
"No. I can't think like this. I have to move on," She said to herself aloud. She knew it was useless, that she couldn't block these toxic thoughts from clouding her mind. And she didn't blame herself. No one blamed her. They thought she was an admirable woman for staying with him. Little did they know how much she really wanted to leave.
There were whispers and rumors that the whole affair was faked, that Alexander had been impersonated, that the whole thing was staged by Alexander and Reynolds. She usually tried to ignore rumors like this. But when the pamphlet was first published, she prayed that they were true.
When Alexander walked into the house the next morning, his guilty face said it all. "How could you?" She would scream as tears trickled down both of their faces. No. Why should he have the right to cry?
Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of a four month old William crying from the nursery. She threw the covers off of herself and rushed to get him. Regardless of the pamphlet, she still had to be a mother.
When she walked into the room, his crying had already ceased. A tired looking Alexander was rocking him back and forth as he cooed.
Alex looked up into her eyes as she walked in the room, and for a moment, she saw him.
She saw the man she had married nearly 20 years ago. That quickly faded as she glared.
Regardless, Alexander whispered to her, "Go back to sleep, Betsey."
She sighed.
"Don't call me that."
A/N: ughhhh why can't I ever write good stuff? Sighhh well at least I got caught up. It's short but hear ya go. It's kinda a part two of the last chapter so go read that
