~ Hamilton Imagines & One-Shots for the Soul ~

Thomas Jefferson (Historical)

[A/N: I'm still alive! I promise! Confession time- T. Jeffs is my favorite character in Hamilton. The moment I heard him on the soundtrack, I swooned. Whoops. (D/n = your daughter's name; S/n = your son's name)]

With each bump the carriage hit, your children grew more and more excited. D/n continued to ask if you were there yet while S/n hung partially out of the window. Today, you were taking your children to visit your husband at work. More specifically, to watch a cabinet meeting. Thomas had been wary at first. He said cabinet meetings were a little bit 'rowdy and undignified', no matter how much Washington tried to calm people down. But the children begged and begged until he caved. You didn't understand what he was so worried about. You rarely interfere with his work because you have little interest in politics. But this is a room of grown men who led the country to independence. How bad could it be?

"We're here! We're here!" S/n nearly falls on his face trying to get out of the carriage before it slows. D/n tumbles out after him, desperately trying to keep up with her big brother.

Chuckling to yourself, you send a thankful nod to the driver and usher your children to the sidewalk. They start to race to the door but you hold them back. "Try to calm down at least a little bit. We still have to be quiet when we go into the room where your father is working. We don't want to distract Daddy, now do we?"

D/n gasps and shakes her tiny head. "No, Mommy!" You smile and adjust her hat. She was always such a sweet angel. After taking her hand in your own, you look at your son. He doesn't meet your eyes and you sigh. He always was a bit of a troublemaker. Especially when it came to public functions.

Taking on a sterner tone, you watch him and his expressions for warning signs. "S/n, you'll be on your best behavior. Right?"

Letting out a small cough, the young boy shrugs. "I'll try my best."

"I suppose that's all I can ask for." Knowing that's the best you'll get, you pat his head and lead your children to the large doors. Various high-status individuals nod and greet you. Considering your husband's reputation, you aren't that surprised. After wandering through the halls and getting lost a few times, you finally find the right room. Your husband's voice is rather unique so you don't have to open the doors to know.

It sounds like the meeting has already begun so you shush your children and slip inside. Thankfully, everyone seems focused on the middle of the room so you can quietly sneak your children to the back in a cluster of chairs. While D/n positions herself on your lap and S/n settles down next to you, the discussion captures your attention. Thomas is positioned at the center table next to Madison. You expected as much with James Madison being such a good family friend. You also manage to pick out Washington in the center of it all. However, you have no idea who the small man next to him is.

"...that is why I propose we assist France. They helped us when we were in need. Frankly, we wouldn't be independent without them." As your husband finishes his statement, he glances up at the crowd. As if by instinct, he finds your gaze in seconds and flashes you a smile. You would be lying if you said it didn't still make you blush.

Your daughter waves her chubby hands in his direction. "Look! It's Daddy! Hi, Daddy! I love you, Daddy!" Your heart melts and you eternally squeal at her adorableness. Her tiny voice isn't loud enough to reach the center of the room so, unfortunately, Thomas doesn't seem to hear her. A few people in front of you turn their heads and let out a few coos. Yeah, your daughter is adorable.

"Thank you for your argument, Secretary Jefferson. Now, Secretary Hamilton will present his case." Hamilton? Could that be the political opponent Thomas is always ranting about? You watch as the tiny man in the green suit stands up. He looks harmless enough.

He shuffles some of his papers while looking down. After a silent moment, Hamilton takes a deep breath. "YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR GODDA-" Somehow realizing exactly what is coming, you cover your daughter's ears. It seems one screech from Hamilton is enough to send he entire room into chaos. People jump out of their chairs, screaming their own opinions. Your daughter tries to squirm out of your hold but there's no way your sweet baby is being subjected to this. Your son tries to run past you to the debate floor but you just barely snatch him back towards you by grabbing his jacket.

While Washington tries to calm everyone down, it just gets louder with each second. You don't understand how Hamilton's yelling can still be heard over the crowd. You watch the chaos in alarm and confusion. A-are cabinet meetings always like this? Is there any order in these meetings? Is Hamilton allowed to flip tables like that? "WE SIGNED A TREATY WITH A KING WHOSE HEAD IS NOW IN A BASKET! WOULD YOU LIKE TO TAKE IT OUT AND ASK IT, 'SHOULD WE HONOR OUR TREATY, KING LOUIS' HEAD?' 'UH, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! I'M SUPER DEAD!'"

Hamilton throws the papers that he snatched from Thomas on the ground. Thomas takes a threatening step towards Hamilton but Madison shakes his head. Exasperated, Washington grabs Hamilton by the shoulder and pushes him back. "Enough! Hamilton is right." Washington's agreement doesn't match the stony glare he settles on Hamilton. The room quiets to a ripple of murmurs.

"Mister President-" Thomas holds his hands up in a plea. You can't remember the last time you had seen your husband so dejected.

"We're too fragile to start another fight."

"But Sir, do we not fight for freedom?"

"Sure, when the French figure out who's gonna lead 'em."

"The people are leading."

"The people are rioting! There's a difference! Frankly, it's a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality. Hamilton!"

"Sir." Hamilton flashes a smug grin towards Jefferson even while Washington grips his shoulder like a parent would a troublesome child. You would know, seeing as you were doing the same thing.

Washington turns his back to your fuming Thomas. "Draft a statement of neutrality." With the verdict decided, people get up and start streaming out of the room. There are an equal amount of content and unhappy faces exiting through the doors. You watch Thomas snarl something at Hamilton before everyone at the center table starts gathering their belongings. You don't like the dark look in his eyes as he and Madison walk behind Washington and Hamilton.

When he passes you, Washington slows down. With an uneasy smile, he nods his head in your direction. Before you can react, D/n son sticks her tongue out at the President. You are so taken aback that S/n manages to duck out of your grasp. You think he is going to his father but, instead, he scampers over to Hamilton. "You aren't very smart, huh? You didn't even have an argument. You just yelled everything to get attention." Hamilton's eyes bug out of his skull. S/n trots over to his cackling father. Washington and Hamilton hurry out of the room and send you wary glances. You get the feeling that you should be embarrassed but you aren't. Both of the men deserved your son's wrath.

"You're my kid, alright!" Thomas ruffles S/n's hair while the boy smirks. All of your husband's anger seems to dissipate. S/n basks in the praise. You place D/n on the floor as you stand up.

"Daddy! Daddy, you were really good!" She hops around his feet until Thomas picks her up. Your daughter rests her head on Thomas's shoulder, snuggling into his hair. A soft smile rests on his face as he talks with his two children. You walk over, taking in the heart-warming scene. Even after public humiliation, you admired how your husband could smile so widely.

With the room empty except for a coughing Madison, Thomas loops his arm free arm around your waist. " I'm sorry you had to watch all of that, darling."

"I have to say, it wasn't what I was expecting. But I still enjoyed it." You brush his curls out of his face and kiss his cheek lightly. "I'm never bringing the kids back here, though."

"But-"

"Nope, S/n. Everyone here is a bad influence and you're already a handful." You playfully glare at your son while he sulks. You try to ignore the fact that Thomas would probably start bringing S/n to these meetings when he gets a little older. That was a future problem you would need a lot of alcohol to deal with. Your family starts towards the doors with Madison hobbling beside you. It's safe to say this is your last cabinet meeting.