Sweet! (Angelica Schuyler-x-Thomas Jefferson) A Schuylerson Fic

A/N: This just hit me and I had to get it down. Typed on my mobile so forgive typos! I'll edit later.

Summary: Jefferson made the trip to visit Angelica at the Hamilton household, but not this one!

(I pretty much thought it'd be cute if Jefferson played with/babysat lil Ange until her Auntie Angelica showed up. 💖😄 Enjoy the adorableness)!

PS: Apparently IRL Angelica Hamilton was 1 year younger than her brother, but if Lin can take creative licensing with history then so can I! I imagine Phil is at least 2-3 years older for this.

Posted: 4/17/17 12:52 AM
Written by: Rikareena/FoxieSango

Jefferson stared at the little girl who was squinting her eyes skeptically at him. He swallowed nervously.

"Um.. heeey princess. Is your auntie home?"

Her eyes narrowed even more, if that was possible.

"Which one?"

Right.

"Ah, your eldest one? Auntie Angelica?" and at this, the girl pouted, looking down and using one hand to sway the ruffles on her light blue skirt while the other still held onto the doorknob.

"Um. She-she's hanging laundry, but told me not ta bother her 'cause last time I made the clean sheets fall 'n get dirty and she gave me a talkin' to…" she mumbled softly. Jefferson couldn't help but to smirk at this, and suddenly she was glaring at him again. He frowned.

"What?"

"Hmmm. My auntie says your a meanie and a jerk."

"Ah…well?" he didn't know how to take–

"And so does my papa and big brother," she added, folding her little arms. Jefferson closed his eyes and sighed. Nice to know where he stood with the family.

"And you? What do you think, lil' one?" he asked. She hummed in comtemplation.

"I'm not sure. You've been nice to me so far buuuuuut, the jury's still out on you," she said, borrowing a phrase she'd heard a million times from her father. Jefferson blanched at this. For a 4 year old, she sure was perceptive. "And don't call me little! I'm this many!" she said, holding up 4 fingers. He cleared his throat,

"Well princess, um, could you tell your Auntie I stopped by? I have to go and…" He turned to leave when she let out a squeak, lunged forward and grabbed the end of his velvet sleeve.

"W-wait! Pleeease stay and play with me! Reading books while waiting for Auntie Ange by myself is boring! Mama and papa went to take care of some business and took Philip, but-but said I was too young to go. And Auntie can take forever with laundry! Pleeeasse?!" she asked, giving him huge puppy dog eyes. He stiffened and grit his teeth, trying to remain immune to her charms, but it was to no avail. He sighed,

"Ah….a-alright. But only until your auntie's done, okay?" he sighed, looking around to see if anyone was nearby who could use this against him later. The tiny girl giggled before pulling the Secretary of State inside, practically yanking his arm off.

—-

"Angelica?! Angie, sweetheart, where are you?! I'm all done. We can play now! Want to bake cookies? Or go to the park?!" The oldest Schuyler sister called. She was pacing the halls of her sister and brother-in-law's home looking for her neice. She didn't have to look long. She heard voices coming from the little girl's room.

"No way! Your hair's not magic!"

"It is! How else do you explain how poofy it is?!"

"But how?!"

"It's special magic from France! See, I've traveled all over! Seen pink pandas in China, unicorns in France, and while I was there, they were nice enough to sprinkle pixie dust on my hair! That's why it's so poofy! And, they gave me this special tea. Think Mrs. Crumpet will like it?"

"Hmmmm, maybe. I dunno!"

"Well here. I'll pour some for her and some for you…"

Angelica Scuyler held a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter as she watched Jefferson play tea - party with her young neice and her dolls. He seemed almost in his element, like he was a natural. It intrigued her. The older woman leaned against the doorway with folded arms and continued to watch the pair.

Little Angelica Hamilton stuck out her tongue at tasting the pretend tea.

"It's too sweet!" she said. Jefferson brought a hand to his chest in mock surprise and gasped.

"Are you sure?! They told me it's only as sweet as the person drinking it. That's what makes it magic!" he said with a wink. The tiny girl's eyes grew wide and she took another sip of air.

"Ah! I-it's perfect then!" she beamed, grinning so wide that he could see the gap from where she'd just lost her teeth. He heard someone clear their throat and glanced up to see the woman he'd come for entering the room. He smiled,

"Of course, I'm sure sweetness runs on the family," he said. The older Angelica rolled her eyes as her neice tried to get her to try the new tea.

"And he's not that much of an asshole, Auntie! He's actually really nice!" she said of Jefferson. Both adults gasped, color draining from their faces as they looked at each other. Jefferson failed to bite back a hearty laugh and the woman before him flushed before clearing her throat,

"Ahem, that may be sweetheart but, don't you dare use that language in front of your parents, okay? They'd be really mad if they heard you, and Auntie could get in big trouble," she muttered. The smaller Angelica tilted her head in confusion and shrugged.

"Ok Auntie!" she said, making herself comfortable in the older woman's lap. Jefferson leaned forward and whispered in the eldest Schuyler sister's ear.

"Though to be honest, I bet I'm the sweetest asshole you ever met," he said, his warm breath ghosting over her ear and sending chills down her neck. But she kept her composure and fixed him with a smirk.

"Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Jefferson," she said, but didn't move her hand away when his came up to cover hers.

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