F/c:Favorite color
Y/n's pov: It was 4 months after the campaign in New York father hadn't won president that victory had gone to John Adams but father had gotten seat as vice president. Father was very happy he couldn't complain about being runner up so i was happy for him. I was walking through the backyard looking at all the flowers planted throughout i saw my moms favorite flowers White lilies in a patch of my favorite flowers, i sighed and sat down on the ground my f/c dress poofed out around me like a cloud.
"I miss you so much mom...everyday it's a struggle not seeing you sitting by me waking me up every morning, sitting in the backyard bare foot in our gowns, cooking dinner for father every night...father cries in his office by himself sometimes its been hard on him too lifes been hard without you but we fight every day.."
My thought flew back to the night she passed away. She was pale and her eyes were dark as she was laid out on the hospital bed. My father held her as her life slowly slipped out of her body.
"My dear dont leave me yet...please" he whispered and i watched
"I have too if i go on any longer we wont be happy...i'll be sick and suffering Thomas...i know you'll make a great father take care of our sweet pea for me.."
She had let go of him and placed a hand on my cheeck. My face was wet from crying so hard "Dont cry sweet pea...You'll be so independent and smart. You dont need me anymore you have a great dad who will be with you every step of the way...make me proud Y/n..i love you both so much.." she whispered and with her last breath she was gone
"Annabelle no! Dont leave me.." my father yelped, he grabbed mom and sobbed over her dead body. I sat back in my chair as more tears fell down my face, i broke down and buried my face in my hands as father sobbed and mom was peacefully silent. After that night when the doctors ushered us out of the room dad held me like he never had before..i was only twelve when she passed and its been five years since.... every year wasnt easier but me and father got through it.
I got up and dusted off my dress, i wiped the tears off my face and looked at the flowers one more time before i made my way to the house. I looked up at the sky before i walked into the house "I hope I'm making you proud mom.."
Authors note: i love talking about Annabelle aka your mom in the story shes just so beautiful to me anywayy i thought a mom chapter would be nice sorry its so short though
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