A/N: so this is just a little news of when I will be updating next. I hope to get another chapter up today (4/11/20) because tomorrow (4/12/20) I will not be uploading anything.anyway, enjoy :)

I was debating just staying with Alex for the rest of the day, but I did leave James at home and I still had some work to do. So, I left his office just as Thomas Jefferson was leaving his office. My throat started to clench up, and the panic ensued inside of me.

"Hello, Thomas." My voice sounded tight. I was not used to this feeling.

"Eliza, what a pleasure seeing you at the White House." He says. His feet take a step closer to me. I feel my body tense up as I take a step back, ramming myself into Alexander's door. He moves closer, his body pressed against mine. His hand skims the hem of my skirt, sliding up slightly, touching my bare skin. He feels the line of spandex that covers the very top of my thigh, he moves closer to my inner thigh. My heart is pounding so hard, I feel it in my throat. Hopefully he will come out here and stop Jefferson. He looks at me diviously, "What brings you to Alexander's place of work?"

Before I can respond, Alexander opens the door, "What the hell is going on out here?"

Thomas immediately backs up so his body isn't up against mine, "Nothing, Hamilton. Why do you care?"

Alex ignores Jefferson and looks at me worried. His hand lightly grazed my arm, but I can tell he is very hesitant to touch me after witnessing what he did, "Eliza, allow me to walk you home?"

I nod. He then asks, "I need to let George know. Here, you can come with me to the oval office."

He extends his arm for me and I loop my arm through his as he begins to lead me away from Jefferson to Washington. When we are a relatively safe distance away, he quietly asks me, "Are you okay?"

I shake my head, "My throat started to tighten up. I couldn't breathe. I could feel my heart racing in the back of my throat. I tried to be civil, just say hello and leave but he moved closer to me. I felt like I was in highschool again… I was happy when I accidentally hit myself against your door. I knew you would save me."

"I'm glad I came out when I did. Who knows what he would have done?"

We stopped outside the oval office, "Do you want to come in with me?"

I just nod. He knocks on the door and George Washington answers, "Mister and Misses Hamilton! What a pleasure to see you both! What can I do for you both?"

I wasn't one to tattle or speak up, but I decided to take a leap and speak before Alexander could, "Can I speak to you for a minute with Alex, Mr. President?"

"Of course, Eliza." He opens the door wider, "Please come in. Is this part of what you plan to discuss at dinner?"

I sit in the chair across from his desk and Alex sits next to me. George sits at his desk. I nod, "It partly is. This just happened and I would like to discuss it briefly before you arrive at my home."

"Well, I am all ears."

"Eliza,"Alex puts his hand on my knee, "did you not tell me something that happened with you and him…?"

"I came in today to tell Alexander something that wasn't appropriate to share and dinner or over the phone. As I was leaving Alexander's office, Thomas Jefferson was also leaving his office. I didn't think much of it. I was being civil with him, asking how he was, and he crossed a boundary with me." I look down at my hands, fidgeting as tears start to form, "He moved close to me, and… his hand went up my skirt… he moved closer to my… I couldn't push him off of me because…"

Alexander steps in for me, "Because she had experienced something previously that gave her PTSD so she was in a state of panic, now reliving what happened previously and couldn't defend herself over him."

I wiped a tear, still looking down, "The only reason Mr. Jefferson didn't get closer to my… my inner thigh… was because I had been pushed up against Alexander's door in my efforts to get away and Alex heard it. Alexander came out to save me."

He stands up from behind his desk and walks over to me. He crouched down in front of me. He takes his time forming words in his mouth to say, "I am so sorry that Mr. Jefferson did this. We will be taking proper steps to combat against this. Are there more occurrences of this happening?"

I nod, "It needs to be discussed at dinner, though."

"Alright. I will look at security cameras, and while I have no doubt that what you said is accurate, I would like to double check, and see it for myself. Then, after reviewing the security tapes, we will deal with his punishment accordingly. This action will most likely happen tomorrow."

Alex and George stand up. I continue to wipe my tears away, "Thank you, Mr. President."

Alexander shakes his hand, "Thank you, sir. Is it okay if I walk Eliza home, sir?"

"Of course, Son. Be back quickly, don't dilly dally with her, you hear me?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Alex grabs my hand and begins to lead me away from his desk.

"Have a good day, you two." He says and we leave his office.

Before we get too far, I hug Alexander and cry into his shoulder. He was still hesitant from earlier to wrap his arms around me, "Hey, it's okay. We are going to get through this. Let's go home, and make you some tea, okay?"

I nod. We begin to walk. I wipe tears as they come and he holds my body as I calm down. I will never be able to associate visiting my husband at work with good memories. I will never be able to think of surprising him with the news of being a father, I will only ever be able to think about Jefferson touching me, again. It got me thinking. Do I actually have PTSD from highschool that is affecting me now? We had just exited the White House when I decided to ask, "Alex, do you think that I actually have PTSD from what happened in high school?"

He contemplates his answer, deciding what he wants me to hear, "I think it is fully possible that, yes, you could have PTSD. PTSD stands for post traumatic stress disorder. What you are experiencing, is technically happening post, or in the past. It is extremely traumatic and you have been stressed out about it. Waking up from a nightmare feeling trapped, not being able to hear his name without starting to hyperventilate, and not being able to breathe during another situation that reminds you of the problem to begin with are all very promising symptoms that lead me to think yes. Do you have flashbacks when something reminds you of that moment in your life?"

"Yea… when Jefferson first… crossed a boundary… I felt like I was in deja vu, but It could fully be a flashback"

"Eliza, I think you have PTSD from this."

"I mean, I guess you're right." I lean into him more, "It sucks to admit that I am weaker because of it, though."

"Well, of course it does. Nobody wants to admit that they are weaker after something that they thought would make them stronger."

I nod. He looks down at me, "That doesn't mean that you aren't the strongest woman I have ever met. It just means that you have breaking points and are human. That's okay, it's okay to be human."

I giggle, "As opposed to my previous super-human self."

He chuckles with me, "Exactly!"

At this point, we were home. We stopped outside the door. He leaned down to kiss me, "I'll be back around 5:00 to help with dinner or whatever you need, okay?"

"Okay. I'll call about getting an appointment for the baby"

"Alright, make some tea and relax."

"Alright. I love you."

"I love you, too." He kisses me goodbye. I enter the house and get back to work after making orange and honey tea. Today was finally starting to calm down, and it was still 3:00.