"Alexander."
"Alexander."
"Alexander!"
Alexander Hamilton yawned, slowly recovering from the obliviousness that was a byproduct of his hours of writing.
"Eliza, honey, what do you need?"
Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton looked crossly and Alexander.
"What I need for you to do is to stop writing for hours on end and pay attention to your own family! " Eliza shot at him, barely controlling her anger.
"Sweetie, you don't understand, if I don't get this plan through congress, I lose my job, and I won't be able to support us."
Eliza shook her head. "Alex, we have each other, and that's all we need. Just take a break, that would be enough" she pleaded
"I can't, Eliza, not now"
"And why not? John Adams spends the summer on vacation with his wife! Why can't you just take a break!?" Eliza snapped at Alex. Alexander stopped writing and looked at his wife. He spoke, voice full of conviction.
"Eliza. When I was a young boy, and a hurricane destroyed my town, I did not take a break. I wrote my way out. When I landed in New York City, I was lost. I did not take a break. I wrote my way out. When our backs were against the wall and the revolution faced its darkest hour, we did not take a break. We fought, and we won. To take a break now, where we face challenges just as difficult as independence, would lead to disaster. I cannot take a break. I must write my way out." Alexander looked at his wife, who was now tearing up. He walked over to her and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Best of wives and best of women."
He sat down and returned to his writing.
END.
A/N: Please please please leave a review in the comment section! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction, so any form of feedback would be wonderful! Each day I'm looking to improve.
-Canton