A/N: Hey guys! Nothing really major happens in this Chaoter, so it is a little on the short side. Keep a look out for the next one though, because it is a game changer!;) I hope you enjoy Chapter 10!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton: An American Musical.
George chooses not to respond, instead letting his arms tighten around his mate as he sniffs the last of his tears away. After a few seconds, the Alpha pulls away, giving his wife one last kiss on the top of her head.
"Are you feeling better now?" Martha asks him, brown eyes sharp as they study his face once more.
"Much better now that you are here." George says quietly, watching as the First Lady pauses in pulling off her tights. "I honestly don't know what I would do without you, honey."
"Well, you definitely wouldn't get anything cleaned around the house, that's for sure." The Omega quirks one eyebrow, hand reaching out to gently wrap around her Husband's, palm warm and soft.
George smirks, squeezing her hand lightly before taking a few steps back to allow her to finish undressing. Padding quietly to the slightly open door, the President peaks his head out, taking in the sight of his child's mop of dark hair spread out over his pillow, a small stream of drool slipping past his closed lips.
The Alpha smiles softly, planning to implant the image in his minds eye for the hard days ahead. Taking a deep breath and grinning, George turns back into the bathroom.
Martha has her back to him, her light purple dress still zipped shut in the back.
"Is Alexander all right with us not being out there?" The President asks, watching as Martha lifts out her night clothes from the top of the bag, setting them on the towel rack.
Turning around, the First Lady moves her dark hair out of the way, exposing the top of her zipper. George, already knowing the cue from over 10 years of marriage, takes the metal piece gently between his two fingers, slowly pulling it down as the Omega talks over her shoulder.
"He is sleeping so deeply, I don't think a herd of elephants could wake him up." Stepping out of the tight clothe, Martha shoves it in the bag along with George's clothes, and pulls on her night shirt. "Besides, with all of the Agents standing guard outside, no one is getting in this room without getting interrogated by at least 20 different people."
The President doesn't argue, knowing that in theory his wife is right, but he can't seem to shake the feeling of agitation that is making his skin feel to tight, resisting the urge to pace around Alex's bed.
Shaking himself, the Alpha stands to the side as Martha finishes getting changed. His heart freezes when she holds up his wrinkled blue shirt, eyes widening when she throws it into the trash with more force than necessary. He makes a move as to grab it, but she blocks him with her smaller body.
"We don't need that reminder around anymore. It has caused you pain, and unnecessary guilt, and will stay where it belongs."
Her voice is so convincing that George doesn't even try to argue, feeling a piece of him become lighter as he finally starts to let go of his guilt. Feeling suddenly restless, the Alpha starts to fold the hand towel back up, needing to do something with his hands before he embarrasses himself even more.
"George," Martha says suddenly around a mouthful of toothpaste, the thin plastic of the hospital toothbrush making her voice somewhat muffled, "When you get any information on Lee or Jane, you are going to tell me right? I mean, this isn't going to be another classified thing you have to keep hidden?"
Her ears fold back as if embarrassed, a red tinge settling high on her cheeks, but George just thinks she is adorable. Once she rises her mouth, the President pads over to stand in front of her, reaching down to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Even if I have to jeopardize Nation Security, I will never keep anything about this hidden from you."
His Omega lets out a relieved breath at her Husband's soft voice, taking a second to zip up the pink bag still sitting on the shelf. George, after smiling against her hair and giving her a peck on the cheek, waits for her to finish up, walking over to stand near the door.
The First Lady takes her time cleaning the makeup from her skin, the sink turning black from the mascara and eyeliner. She seems to need this time to calm down, to gather her thoughts while Alex is not panicking and crying. The Alpha lets her, taking the time to study her profile while she works, breathing in her and Alexander's combined scents.
Martha turns off the water for the final time after about 10 minutes, setting down her brush, and drying her hands on the folded towel laying on the sink. Her face, when she turns around, is rubbed raw around her eyes, a small smudge of makeup still sitting on the corner of her nose. The Commander wipes it off with his finger when she gets closer, the Omega sighing and leaning into the gesture, eyes sparkling with love.
It is a nice calm during the hectic storm that has become their life, both adults knowing that once their child wakes up once more, it will have become a distant memory.
They do not speak once as they walk out of the bathroom, flicking the light off as they go, casting the room in slight darkness once more. No words are needed as they curl up next to their baby again, one on either side as to protect him from outside forces. There are muffled voices from outside the white clothe, but the couple pays them no mind, knowing that they will be doing a lot of talking in the next few hours.
George sniffs one last time, taking the extra second to make sure his family is safe before closing his eyes, and falling asleep, curling protectively around his 2 Omegas, ears still twitching for any hint of a threat. Martha follows her mate soon after, running her fingers through her son's long hair before they go limp in exhaustion.
It is quiet after that, the Hospital seeming to breathe out a sigh of its own as things begin to calm down for the night.
Hours later, however, George is woken up by the most shocking news yet.
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