Hi everyone! I know I haven't posted in a while. But, I wrote another short story for you all to enjoy! This is my first time writing a modern AU. So here goes.
Children and makeovers:
He hears the alarm blaring into his ears. "Beep, beep, beep!"
Alexander groans as he slowly pulls the covers off of his body. He feels the warmth escaping his skin. Wishing he could go back to sleep. After reading the time he sighs. His wife, Eliza would not be happy. He's only slept for two hours after having countless sleepless nights before, even so, he persists to wake and make a nice warm cup of coffee. He sees his wife still sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. He quietly tip toes down past the hallway, noticing that the children don't seem to be in bed. It's four a.m, and he knows that they should very well be all still sleeping. Walking into his eldest son's bedroom he noticed that the teenager was simply just sleeping on the floor.
"My sweet Philip. What are you doing down there?" he sighs quietly. Not loud enough to disturb the teenager. Alexander pulls the covers off the bed and gently places it over Philip's body. A soft smile stretches across his face.
On his way out he trips on a small bag that was carelessly placed by the door. He looks down and notices makeup spilling out. Very recognisable makeup. Eliza's makeup. What was his son doing with his mother's makeup? Alexander shrugs off the question. He can ask Philip later. He raises a hand and rubs his tired face. Pausing in the hallway after rubbing his face, he looks down at his hands. They felt strange all of a sudden. Powdery and moist. It felt like he had just rubbed his hands in fine dirt and then rubbed lip balm all over them. He can't tell what is on them as it is too dark. The moon is still shining brightly and the birds haven't even risen yet. Another sign that he should still be asleep.
He continues to drag his half awake body down the hall. Tripping over the occasional toy. He goes to check on his daughter, Angie, to see if she is asleep. He hears the sound of light snoring when he enters the room. She lay there looking peaceful in her sleep. Her body on her side, with her legs brought to her chest as she lay on the bed curled up in a ball. On his way out the room he sees shiny cylinder tubes lying around on the carpet. Lipstick? What could an eight year old possibly want with stealing her mother's lipstick? He picks up the tube and unwinds the stick. Half of the expensive lipstick is gone. It looked like she had drawn with it. Eliza would be very mad. It looked like it was her favourite one!
Alexander didn't bother checking on his youngest son. He knew that the baby would be sleeping soundly in the crib. He most certainly wasn't a night owl like his father. Eventually Alexander came into the kitchen, quickly moving over to the sink that had a small hand mirror. He switches on the lights and looks into the mirror. Pink lipstick was put all around his mouth, not on his lips though. Bright pink blush covered his cheeks. Making him look like a bright raspberry. Worst of all, there was eyeliner put all over his face. His eyebrows had been scribbled over to look as bushy as George Washington's. And a nice eyeliner swirly moustache was scribbled on for good measure. Annoyance swelling inside of him as he frantically runs into the living room looking for something to remove the nasty makeup.
"How does Eliza wear this stuff?" he mumbles as he looks around. Finally he runs across the room after seeing what he thought was the bottle of makeup remover.
On his way, Alexander makes the number one rookie mistake of parenting. "Look down below!" So eager to get rid of the so-called artwork, he doesn't notice all the lego that had been spread across the floor. He yelps in pain as his feet pressed into the hard plastic bricks.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
As if walking on lego wasn't bad enough, just after finally getting off the forbidden bricks, he stubs his pinky toe right on the corner of the wall. A small squeal of pain is let out as he bites his lip, trying to be quiet. After several minutes of searching, he concludes that it would be better to just ask Eliza. Carefully, he weaves his way around the lego and hurries back up the stairs and to their bedroom. He hates to have to wake up his wife, but it's an emergency. Alexander gently shakes her shoulder.
"Eliza, wake up! Eliza! I need you! Help!" he whispers loudly in a panicky voice.
She slowly turns over to see him, blinking slowly. Suddenly her eyes widen as she screams. In a matter of seconds her foot comes flying at him and hits him extremely hard in the nuts.
"AhhHHHHH!" he shrieks as he stumbles back. He quickly moves his hands over to where it hurts.
"Oh my goodness! ALEXANDER! I am so sorry! Why do you have that creepy face paint on! Waking me up at four a.m?!" Eliza says, slowly sounding more cranky with him the more she talks.
All he manages to choke out as he sits down is, "Kids did it…"
"Angie…" he hears her say. After a while, Alexander doesn't bother trying to remove it. He needs to finish some correspondence for the president. And he still needs his coffee. No one else will see him anyway. Right?
Now fully awake after his lovely, morning surprise, he brews the coffee and chugs it. After slamming the cup down on the table, the treasury secretary goes to his office and opens his laptop. There are multiple emails waiting. The first one he sees reads.
"This is an automatically generated email from George. Go to sleep, Alexander!"
Alexander ignores it and scrolls up, suddenly a "ding!" echoes from the laptop.
"URGENT MEETING!" it reads.
"Urgent meeting will be held over zoom at five a.m. Needs to be discussed. See you there!"
Alexander groans. Sure, he is already awake, but it means seeing Jefferson first thing in the morning. One hour of this day has already turned out to be horrible, no doubt will Jefferson make it worse.
After a while of typing away on his laptop he flies through an essay and completes some of the correspondents. Still with the artwork left by his children on his face. He looks over at the clock and notices it's now four, fifty eight a.m. Alexander logs onto zoom, forgetting about the makeup. He waits for George, Jefferson and Madison to log on.
All cameras are off until they start the meeting. Alexander waits until he sees George log on, then James, then Jefferson. Jefferson sends emojis through to James. Alexander rolls his eyes. Finally George gives the message in the group chat to turn on the camera. Alexander moves his mouse over, clicks the camera button and waits. It takes a while to load but eventually turns on. As soon as he sees himself he scrambles to turn it off. Jefferson's high pitched girl laugh comes through the laptop.
"What did you do to yourself?!" Jefferson asks while he slaps his knee because he's laughing so hard. Alexander sat in the seat with a pencil in hand. He listens to Jefferson laugh his head off. He holds the pencil in a tight grip with his thumb putting on a dangerous amount of pressure. Suddenly, George, being the admin, switches on the camera. They all burst out laughing. Alexander sits there with an annoying face and soon enough the pressure from his thumb is too much and the pencil snaps.
"Alexander what are you wearing, you look ridiculous and it's only five in the morning!" George explains with a hint of laughter in his voice. Alexander exhales, letting out his frustration.
"Children and unknowing makeovers," he growls. George laughs and switches off Alexander's camera.
"You can go, Alexander. We'll catch you up, after you remove it," George says.
Alexander sat in his seat feeling anger bubble inside. He was tempted to yell. Suddenly he heard the sound of children giggling in the hallway. He silently crept out from the office and saw his daughter and son whispering and giggling.
"Kids!" he yells.
The giggling stopped. Instead they burst out laughing. Eliza came from their bedroom and laughed with them. Alexander rolls his eyes.
"Children and makeup… don't mix," he grumbles. Alexander pauses for one second before marching up to Eliza.
"Now. Where is the MAKEUP REMOVER?!"
FACT: It hurts to step on lego.
I just got my motivation back to write the next chapters of the multi-chapter fanfictions. So look out for those when I post them! If you want more, then please, follow, heart or review! That's all from me, bye!
~ CreamPeach56