The Rich and The Poor: A Thomas Jefferson X Reader story

You've known this guy far longer than you were able to remember everything. Your mother and his father enjoyed each others' company when they were little so, let be the same with their children. Unfortunately, at fourteen, you must move, in order to not get in the way of the seven-year war that your father will die in a year later. You promise to each other that you will see each other again.
"My wife," he whispers and waves to the carriage where you and your mother are, waving back.
Now look at you, twenty years old, out on the streets, homeless, due to your mother not being able to pay anything. Well, how can she? She's dead. Looking around in the rain, you're hoping for someone to reach out and keep you safe forever.