Original Publishing Date: 12-09-19
Author Note: Day Seven of Hamliza month: On a Date
I am actually incredibly proud of how this prompt-fill turned out! I really enjoyed writing this one in particular, and sincerely hope that it translates into the overall quality of this one-shot. I am incredibly excited to do Days Eight and Nine in the very, very near future, and I will see you all (hopefully all of you!) again very soon!
Content Warning: Mentions of s*x at the end!
"And you'll be sure to feed them on their schedule? It's very important that they stay on schedule-"
"Yes, of course."
"And you'll make sure that they're changed regularly, and that Pip is using his potty? He had an accident yesterday afternoon, but it might have been because traffic was so hectic-"
"Yes, of course!"
"And you promise that you'll check in? I know that you want us two to just relax and not worry about being parents for tonight, but I can't just flip off my love and constant worry just because we're apart, and I feel guilty enough about leaving them for so long anyway, and-"
"Alexander!" Angelica gripped her brother-in-law's shoulders and gave him a firm, mostly jovial shake. "Stop talking! I promise you that Pip, Lexi, and Mini Me will be well-loved and tended to here. I am a parent myself, you know."
"I don't know your life and how you raise your tiny humans!" Alex threw his hands up in mock surrender despite how he continued protesting. "You know that we hardly like leaving the children with anyone else, even if you're family-"
"Do you give my parents this much grief? I think not!" Angelica turned him around firmly and gave him a gentle but firm push in his wife's direction, giving said wife an opportunity to take his hands in her own and bring her tightly against her chest. "You two go have a lovely night out!"
"I know that you and John will do a great job with them," Eliza voiced as she all but buried his face between her breasts (not that he was complaining.) "I know that Phillip is thrilled to see his little 'twin', and Angie will have a lot of fun with Kitty."
"And I'm sure my kiddos feel the same. You two go have a big night to yourselves, okay? We'll see you tomorrow," Angelica said confidently, beginning to shut the door with the same easy grace that she practically radiated.
"Bye babies! Bye Phillip, be a good boy and help Auntie Ang take care of your brother and sister-!"
"Bye Alexander~" Angelica replied, going to shut her front door completely but being stopped by the concerned father bracing his hands against the other side.
"Bye, Angelica! Be Papa's good little girl-"
Angelica was now frowning, some of her easygoing demeanor fading. "Bye, Alexander."
"Alex Jr., Mommy and Papa will be back so-"
"Goodbye Alexander!" The eldest Schuyler sibling exclaimed, finally shutting her side fully and leaving the two Hamilton spouses alone for the first time in months.
"I do genuinely appreciate your concern about our babies, but why did you suggest it if you are so terribly worried for their safety?" Eliza asked, insecurity tracing her features as she took his hand and began walking back down the outside walkway of the condominium complex.
"It is nothing at all against your sister, my love," Alex said apologetically, his fingers lacing with hers as they reached the elevators. "And it is not at all related to how I feel about getting a night out my most treasured, phenomenal wife! You have surely noticed that I am, unfortunately, the type to overthink even the simplest things."
"I have," she conceded as she leaned against his shoulder. "But seriously, if we just need to postpone this-"
"Nonsense!" Alex immediately scooped up his wife bridal-style, entering the elevator quickly and using the toe of one shoe to close its' doors. "We are going to have a grand night on the town and that is final, Mrs. Hamilton!"
Eliza, much to his relief, laughed and held on tighter in response as he carried her back to their smaller car, a hatchback with deep sapphire coloring on the doors and plenty of space for short-time travel if the entire family was loaded in. For the still-young couple, it was practically perfect if they were by themselves or only with friends, and they both silently enjoyed the ability to use it as Alex began the hour-long drive to a rather fancy restaurant that they'd reserved nearly eight months prior.
"Does my makeup look alright?" Eliza paused their carefree singing along to their music to ask.
Alex naturally did not give her a glance before responding, "You are always flawless and perfect, my Betsey."
"Alexander!" She whined with no real agitation. "I need to make sure it isn't smudged or clashing with my dress!"
Obediently, he looked over and confirmed that, as always, her makeup and outfit were 'on point', which made her laugh and had him following suite. It was true that with all the chaos of being a parent, he occasionally took for granted the incredible woman he'd made his nearly seven years ago, and so he was incredibly grateful to be able to make up some of his emotional illiteracy with doing this for both of their relaxation and enjoyment. He reached over and took one of her hands now, cupping it and gently rubbing his thumb against her palm, and he couldn't help but blush and grin goofily as she looked over with a fond, mischievous expression.
"You really are an old flirt," she teased fondly. "So excited for tonight that you can hardly keep your hands to yourself, I assume?"
"Always," he rebuked playfully before growing more sincere in tone and expression. "But seriously, Betsey. I am the luckiest man alive to have called you mine for so many years, and to continue to do so until we both take our Earthly leave. Thank you…thank you for being my wife, my best friend, the mother to my children…"
He had to pause now due to the tears clouding his eyes and having to concentrate in pulling into the restaurant's parking lot. Once they were safely in a parking spot, Eliza grabbed his shirt decisively and pulled him against her, her lips locking over his as naturally as toppings melted over ice cream. Even if he wasn't expecting it, he melted into her affection, his hands slipping down to hold her and deepen their embrace. When they finally had to part for air, her face remained close while her spectacular eyes locked with his own, her breathlessness soft and lightly tickling over his lips.
"You are one of the finest men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and your love, devotion and passion rival that of my dear Papa's," she whispered fondly. "I am the lucky one, my Hamilton."
"I will contest that!" Alex declared with mock anguish, bringing her into another impassioned kiss until she reminded him (through giggles) that they did have a reservation to keep.
This eatery certainly was fancy, and Alexander could not help but feel underdressed despite how he'd dolled up for this event before dropping the children off. The two of them were led to a candlelit table for two, where he insisted on pulling his wife's chair out before seating in his own spot. They were discussing how not even she recognized every foreign-sounding dish on the menus and the appetizers they were thinking about trying with each other when a rather snooty waiter came over, introducing himself in clipped sentences and waiting for their orders with evident impatience before striding off with no time for them to request anything further for drinks or appetizers.
"Well, that guy's a jackass," Alex muttered bitterly.
Eliza immediately gasped and gripped his hand beneath the table. "Alexander! We are in a nice restaurant! Even if that gentlemen is…not the greatest, we ought to be polite."
And he did, just for his beloved, try to be. He kept his mouth shut as the waiter made snide remarks about their age and 'their generation', and as the food took three times as long to come out when compared to the tables who'd arrived after them, and even when the smug bastard condescendingly suggested that he was 'ordering more butter than he had seen from larger parties' for their bottomless bread basket. However, it all came to a head when they ordered dessert, and Eliza had just playfully dolloped whipped cream on his nose when the damn server came back over to put down their check.
"What charming behavior, young lady," he quipped testily as he set down the book. "I do encourage you to keep your little shenanigans down; our establishment is exclusive to mature adults."
It took Elizabeth gripping both of his hands and even putting pressure on his feet with her own to keep Alexander from coming out of his chair to knock some sense into the jackass. Even though she said she was fine, he could not possibly miss or forgive the tears he saw shining in her eyes, and he finally formulated a non-violent but petty plan for revenge as she excused herself to the bathroom.
"Betsey," he prompted as she settled back down to finish their meal. "What do you say we inconvenience that fuckhead as much as he's done to us all evening?"
"Language!" She hissed, but the mild agitation was lost as she studied him suspiciously. "And we cannot do anything violent or illegal, Alexander. I would much rather bed you tonight than bail you out of jail."
"Oh no, nothing of that sort," he assured with a mischievous smirk to counter the light blush dusting his cheeks from her sexual comment. "Trust me on this."
The first time that he ordered another water, Eliza was still waiting for him to put his plan in motion. By the third time, she was catching on, and by Glass #5 (all of which occurred over the next hour and fifteen minutes), she was joining in. For the next two hours after she caught on, the two ordered fifty-cent glasses of iced water, occasionally throwing in a soft-serve ice cream (the next cheapest menu item) in order to prevent being kicked out for loitering. They talked and joked and enjoyed themselves fully, all while the waiter eventually got so frustrated that he stopped his snide commentary, then finally relinquished their table to another, much more polite waitress. The second that he did, they left a hearty cash tip for said waitress and paid for all of their food and drinks before hurrying outside, giggling and clutching each other the more that they laughed and danced around with delight in their impish actions to someone so unnecessarily mean.
"I cannot believe we got nineteen orders of water and five soft serves!" Eliza gasped as they tried to catch their breath, both of their stomachs aching with their fullness and all of the laughter. "You are positively mad, Alexander Hamilton!"
"But his face every time we did it!" Alex cackled again, sending her into another fit of giggles as they collapsed into their car. "Oh God, Betsey, that was incredible."
"We're so bad!" She announced with a huge grin. "My goodness, my mother would have my head if she knew we did that!"
"Shall we go celebrate our delinquency at the hotel?" He suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows, leading her to agree and announce that he needed to 'put petal to metal, she was growing impatient of all the waiting.'
Nearly the second they got to the nice hotel that they'd already booked, they were practically all over each other. They even made out on the empty elevator once they checked in, and when he carried her to their room, his non-dominant hand slipped beneath her gown before they even got inside. Their lovemaking was passionate and well-needed, and by the time they'd finished their rounds and showered, neither of them bothered with pajamas before crawling back into bed and between the others' arms.
"Seriously, I think I might parents might disown me if they ever hear about what we did to that smug bastard," Eliza finally teased from her spot against his chest, her fingers idly twirling his auburn curls and eyes heavily lidded.
With another kiss to her head and a warmer embrace, he murmured back with his complete adoration for her coating his words. "Very well; I shall again and again happily call you mine."