Sorry I haven't updated in a while. My life has been a bit busy. My mom and I were directing a play for children which was intense.
I don't own Hamilton.
Chapter Ten
"Alex, we need you to watch Meggie for two hours or so," said Philip, handing his daughter off to Alex.
"Why me?" Alex whinnied, but took Meggie.
Philip rolled his eyes. "Don't you remember agreeing to watch her this week, so Teddy and I could go to that play?"
"I never agreed to that. Mom volunteered me."
Theodosia came into the room. Philip ran over to her in order to help her with her shawl. Theo, in turn, thanked her husband with a kiss. Alex groaned.
"Thank you so much for watching Meggie tonight," Theodosia said, smiling.
To remind her uncle about her, Meggie cooed. As much as he didn't want to do it, Alex looked down at the baby in his arms. That innocent face. Alex couldn't reject it. He grinned back at his niece.
"Your welcome?" said Alex.
"We really appreciate it. Philip and I haven't gotten much time to ourselves ever since Meggie was born. Not like we don't appreciate out baby, but this evening's going to be so nice." Theo kissed Meggie on the cheek. "We'll be back around ten. Have fun."
Alex watched as the couple went out the door. He was left with the baby.
"So what do you wanna do?" Alex wondered, "Everyone's gone. The kids are staying at Aunt Angelica's for the night. James out with Mary again. Mom and Pops are out. A nights ago they had an argument. Mom was mad at Pops because of his duel. I think it was the right thing to do. He defended himself and his legacy. It was the right thing to do. It's not like he died anyway. Still, it was horrible after The Reynolds Pamphlet. I don't want our family torn up again…" He looked down at Meggie who was asleep. "All right I'll be quiet, Megs. Goodnight."
As carefully as he could, Alex lifted Meggie up and put her in the old baby cradle they put out for occasions like this. For a minute or two Alex watched the baby sleep. One day, Alex decided, he wanted a baby. Just needed to find the right women to settle down with. He had courted several, but none of them were right.
Someone knocked on the door. Alex shushed them before realizing that they couldn't hear him. Turning red, he went to answer the door.
It was pouring rain. In the mist of it, was a girl who looked a few years older than himself. Her curls were soaked. But through all the wetness, she was grinning. The way her eyes lit up made Alex smile with her. Those eyes seemed familiar.
"I am so sorry, but do you mind if I stay here until the rain clears up? It's dreadful out there. Please, sir. I live much too far from here to walk in this storm," begged the girl.
"Of course, come in, please, miss," Alex replied. Once the girl had stepped inside, Alex closed the door. "Let me show you to the fire."
Before saying anything, the girl plopped down right in front of the fireplace. The flames never felt so good to her. As she dried her hands and hair, Alex watched her. He never felt so awkward yet so attracted to a member of the female sex before.
"I'm afraid I don't know your name, sir."
"Alexander Hamilton Jr. And yours is?"
She hesitated before saying,
"Lucy."
Alex smirked. "The lovely Lucy…?"
"Umm, Jefferson."
"Oh."
Nothing was said. Their fathers hated each other. Everyone knew that. Lucy distracted herself by twisting her hair around her finger. Alex mostly just stood there. Fortunately, Meggie started crying. Alex excused himself before taking care of Meggie. He calmed her down and took her into the other room. Once Lucy saw the baby she squealed.
"May I hold her, sir?" Lucy looked up at him with pleading eyes. "I just love babies! My older sister Pasty has six. Not all of them survived though, unfortunately." Alex handed her Lucy. "You are so sweet! Yes, you are, little one!" She looked back up at Alex. "What is her name?"
"Margarita, but we call her Meggie."
Lucy looked back down at Meggie. "You are so sweet, Little Meggie! I love you so much!" Back up at Alex. "Is she yours? I always admire fathers. I'm very close to my own."
Without a second thought, Alex nodded his head. Lucy beamed at him.
"Who's this little dulcis infans's mother? You two are so lucky."
"Uhh." Alex hadn't been prepared for this question.
After pondering his face, Lucy replied,
"I'm so sorry, sir. I lost my own mother at a young age. I didn't know her. But remember, Mister Hamilton she left you with the most incredible gift to remember her by."
He tried to look sad. Alex had never been the actor or woman's man. That had always been James. Charming James. Philip was the poet. John was already catching ladies' attention with his daydreamy atmosphere. Heck, at school William was known for being the "dashing bad boy". But Alex had nothing. Now he really was depressed.
"So, what does duis-infent mean?" Alex wondered.
Lucy laughed. "Sweet baby."
"We like to call her Poupée de Chine. French for China Doll."
"She is a little China Doll."
"I know." Alex looked at the clock. "My parents should be home soon and it looks like the rain cleared up…"
"Let me put her back to her bed. If you don't mind will you show me…?"
"Of course, right his way." Alex led her to the room where the cradle was in. Lucy put Meggie back after promising to visit her soon. Then went to the door with Alex. "Wait, before you go, perhaps we could arrange a time where I can met your father?"
She chuckled. "Of course. I'll talk to my Pàpa about it. Goodnight, Mr. Hamilton."
"'Night."
Alex closed the door with a look of success upon his face.
He really was in love with Miss Lucy Jefferson.
So historically, Jefferson had two daughters named Lucy Elizabeth. Both of them died at a young age. :.( But I decided to let the younger Lucy live. For some reason I imagine her to be... British? It may just be me. I am a bit obsessed with British accents.
I got the idea for this chapter from the show, Full House. If any of you recognized it.
I made up some ship names for this story. It was really late, though. Hee...hee…? Here they are: Annie and David are, Dangelica. Alex and Lucy are, Hucy. James and Mary are, Mames.