~ Hamilton Imagines & One-Shots for the Soul ~

Hamilton (Historical)

I hum to myself as I knit another blanket. This is the second one this afternoon. I'm running out of string. The rocking chair I'm in creaks back and forth. The sound typically annoyed me but, right now, it was the only thing keeping me from going crazy. My husband was due home today from the war. I haven't seen him for over a year and all we have exchanged are letters. He missed the birth of his son and I never had the heart to tell him. I can't imagine he will be happy with me.

Our baby coos from its crib across the room. He has his father's brown hair in wisps and my brown eyes. He looks over at me and sends me a toothless smile. Typically, he is fussy around now but he seems to sense the tension and wants to be happier. I smile back at him and set down my knitting needles. I stand up and pick him up, once I walk over to the other side of the room.

The little guy squirms in my arms at first but when I pat his back he settles and leans into me. I didn't have the heart to name him without Alexander. I refer to him as "little man", "honeydew", or just "baby". I sigh and kiss his head. He should know his father. His father should know him. My little boy is only a few months old but still.

The baby raises his hands and reaches up to touch my face. I lift him up and give him Eskimo kisses. "Hi, little man. You make Mommy so happy! Yes, you do! I wish your Daddy could see you. I wish he were here. But you make me feel better. Yes, honeydew. You do!" He waves his arms in the air and starts to gurgle.

I start to laugh but loud shouts sound from outside. I set my baby boy down, back into his crib and wrap him in blankets. I walk towards the front door cautiously and the shouting increases. That when I recognize the voices. It's close friends of my husband and I. If they are back from the war then...maybe Alexander is back too.

My speed increases and I throw open the door. I find John Laurens, Lafayette, and Hercules shouting outside my house. They are hugging each other and loved ones. John and Peggy are practically tackling each other into hugs. The two were married a few months after Alexander and I. Lafayette and his wife, who came all the way from France, are engaged in a passionate kiss. Hercules and his wife are peppering their eight-year-old son with kisses. Many soldiers are passing in the street looking for loved ones or embracing people.

All of my friends look up at the sound of my door closing and their faces brighten. "Clare!" John shouts. He and Peggy separate. Everyone runs over. We all embrace each other is a bone-crushing group hug. I haven't seen these men even longer than Alex. That's when my heart stops.

I pull away and look between the three men. "Where is Alexander?" The worst possible explanations fly through my head.

John puts a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, he's fine. He just had to stay back to help Washington with a few things."

I let out a sigh of relief but disappointed replaces my worry. Hercules must see my long face because he takes my hand. "Why don't you join us all for dinner? We would love to have you over." Hercules ruffles his son's hair and his wife nods in agreement.

"And we could help you with the baby." Peggy jumps in.

The eyes of the men widen. "Baby!" They shout at the same time.

I chuckle. "Yes. My newborn son is laying in his crib waiting for his father."