Hello! This is my first Hamilton fanfic and I hope you all like it

I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS

Alexander Hamilton,

Troops are waiting in the field for you. If you join us right now, together we can turn the tide. Oh, Alexander Hamilton, I have soldiers that will yield for you. If we manage to get this right, they'll surrender by early light. The world will never be the same, Alexander…

He finishes reading the letter his commander has sent him. It's what he's always wanted, a troop to command, an opportunity to rise up and be someone other than the immigrant orphan.

Yes he had been the General's secretary, his right hand man. But after the war that wasn't going to help him climb, only dying or being in command could do that.

But that hope had vanished when he was sent home by the General. At home he was a nobody, just another soldier sent home from the war. A failure. From the minute he was dismissed he yearned for this letter, for the opportunity to return.

Now that he has it, he doesn't know what to do…

"Alexander?" a gentle voice says right behind him. A voice he has come to love more than anything.

"It's a letter from General Washington," he begins to explain, unable to look at his beloved, for he knows his inner turmoil would only grow upon setting his eyes on her.

"What does it say?" she presses, as she places her warm touch on his arm. He usually finds this touch comforting but now with the guilt of leaving her, leaving them, it almost feels like it's burning.

"He… he wishes for me to return, not as his secretary but as a commander," as he finishes, he feels her hand remove itself from him, causing him to finally turn around to face his wife.

He was right. Seeing her does make his decision harder.

She's standing there, trying to keep a neutral expression on her delicate face, the hand that had been on him a moment ago now gently caressing her growing midsection. But her eyes, the eyes he had met across the ballroom, that upon meeting face to face he had become smitten with, held all the pain, fear, and sorrow in them. He wanted to take that away, to bring back the happiness that had been there when he had returned home, when he had felt his child move for the first time. But he knew the only way to do that was to turn down the command he was being offered, to stay by her side and await the birth of their child.

He's not throwing away his shot.

"Betsey," he starts.

"You're going to leave aren't you," she says not as a question but as a statement full of resignation.

"Yes."

He doesn't need to explain, not to her. She more than anyone knows him and the way he thinks. He sees her turn around and leave and he's sure he's hurt her too much. He looks up when he hears footsteps coming towards him. He sees his beautiful Eliza standing before him holding his uniform.

"Just promise me you'll come back," she pleads.

All he can do is lean in to place a soft kiss upon her lips.

"I promise to come back to you both," he vows bringing a small smile to her face.

She helps him get his uniform on and as he's about to leave she kisses him a final time.

"I love you, Alexander."

"I love you too, Eliza."