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OwlLegendary000: I love that spelling! I also kind of just love the name Lucy. Tell Luci (with an I) that for me, okay? I might have heard CandyStore before. It souds familiar. I know that I've heard My Kindergarden Boyfriend before. A girl at my old school did it for a talent show once. I'll check her channel out. If I ever have time. But be warned, I usaully hate covers. No matter how good they are. I'm so excited for you!

Now let's see... I don't know what else to say.

I don't own Hamilton. (I'm really paranoid, so I feel like I have to put this on every chapter)

Chapter Twenty Four

Mother, Pops, Philip, Teddy, Annie, David and the rest of the gang,

By this point, you must have noticed that I have gone missing. I am perfectly okay. No, Pops, the Jeffersons did not kidnap me. I have eloped with Miss Lucy Elizabeth Jefferson. Or by this point, Mrs. Lucy Hamilton. It's quite brilliant to see what can drive a man to madness. I love Lucy with everything I have to offer on this earth. She is the reason for me to live. I am not ashamed to admit that. Pops, I now know how much you love Mama. I get to experience Philip's love for Teddy. Annie's for David. So on.

We are heading to Niagara Falls. Just as Philip and Teddy did. It's time for us to learn if it's as amazing as you tell us it is. Sorry for everyone who has to deal with an angry Jefferson later. Just remember, he is my father-in-law, so… I think you get the idea.

Hope to see in a few weeks' time,

Alexander Hamilton and Lucy Elizabeth Jefferson Hamilton

"They eloped," was all Eliza could say after setting the letter down.

No one said anything. It was another secret. Eliza was sick. Every time she looked at that letter, she felt even worse. Her knees buckled. James barely caught her. The rest was a blur. Eliza was put in bed. Alexander stayed by her side the entire time. As the doctor came he made sure that the man was gentle with her. None of the children dared bother their parents.

The doctor whispered something to Alexander. But that didn't matter to Eliza. She was numb. Nothing could hurt her. That was what it should have felt like. Not now. Everything was tearing her family apart. By now she was sure of it.

"Why do people keep so many secrets, Alexander? Secrets have been ruining this family for ages," whispered Eliza, "Will it ever stop?"

"Shh, rest, Betsey. I promise, I'll make it better. Somehow," he replied.

He closed on his door on the way out, letting Eliza sleep. She needed it after all this. The letter still sat on the table. Untouched. Alexander didn't know what to do with it. His son was an idiot. Having raised six of them, he understood what they could do, but this was where he drew the line.

Someone pounded on the door. Alexander sighed as he opened it. He was face to face with Thomas. The last thing he needed that day.

"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER, HAMILTON! I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH HER DISAPEERENCE!" he screamed as soon as the door opened.

"Shh! Eliza's asleep!" Alexander shot back, "Now if you need to know, if you're talking about Lucy, she eloped with my son."

"SHE WHAT?! YOU SHOULD HAVE STOPPED THIS, HAMILTON! YOU KNOW, I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU, BUT THIS IS THE LAST STRAW! YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THE CONSAQUENCES BEFORE MESSING WITH MY FAMILY! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"SHUT UP, JEFFERSH*T! I'M GONNA KILL YOU FIRST! YOU PROBABLY WOKE ELIZA UP! AND THE KIDS!"

"Papa?" Both men turned around at the sound of Ellie's voice. "What are you and the man with the big hair yelling about?"

"Hey! It takes a long time for me to do this in the morning. And no one where's this hair, like I do," Thomas replied, pointing to his head.

"Annie told me she used to love your hair. But it's not as dark anymore. It's more gray-ish…" said Ellie, making her father beam.

Thomas drew in a sharp breath. "I would recommend taking the girl out of the room, Hamilton."

Alexander glared at the man.

"Ellie, why don't you entertain Gilbert," Alexander instructed.

She nodded and skipped away. The men returned to glaring at each other.

"So, where are they, Hamilton?" asked Thomas coldly.

"Niagara Falls." Alexander ducked into the kitchen and grabbed the letter. "Read it yourself."

As Thomas scanned through the note his expression grew darker and darker. He finally folded it up. Alexander could tell how much effort he was putting into not exploding. Thomas breathed in through his nose and out his mouth.

"So how's Mrs. Hamilton taking this?" he asked with a copy voice.

"Not well. He nearly passed out. She doesn't like to admit it, but we're getting old. Both of us. Doctor says it's not good for her. I'm afraid, Jefferson. If I lost my Eliza, our whole family would be ruined."

"When Martha died, I felt like there was nothing in the world that could make me happy again."

They looked at each other.

Thomas squeezed his eyes closed. "Did we just have a heart to heart?"

"Yeah… We're never speaking of this again."

"I should go. Got a lot of people looking for Lucy. Better tell them." He nodded. "Hamilton."

"Jeffers*it."

All of the kids had been kicked out of the house. Most of them went to Philip's. Annie and David seemed to have a secret. Which James was afraid of. No more secrets. The couple had promised that they would tell everyone the moment they realized it was real. While everyone else was gathering around for councils about what the baby should be named, James was at the market. Ready to see his Mary.

She saw him first apparently. Mary covered his mouth with her hand. Without letting him give her away. The girl whispered, "Boo" into his ear. A familiar game. But one that James always fell for.

"Mary Morris!" James scolded.

His girl giggled. "What, Jamie? I was only having a little fun. I mean, I am a Morris."

James rolled his eyes. The two linked arms as they strolled down the marketplace. He told her what had happened over the sounds of people screaming out prices. Mary comforted him in return. They talked about their families. The couple felt at ease most at the market. All the white noise in the background was comforting. James who had grown up with five brothers was used to it. Mary was a Morris. Growing up on a farm all her life. The two had met when she visited her aunt.

"Us Morrises are-" Mary began.

"You know, Mary, I think you should change your last name," James interrupted.

This is where most drew the line for Mary. "What's wrong with my last name?! Besides, what would I change it to?"

James pretended to think for a moment. "How 'bout Hamilton?"

"Just stop, Jamie." Mary rolled her eyes. "We're only sixteen."

"Oh, stop playing coy."

"James Alexander, we promised that we would wait until we were at least eighteen."

"I know, but-"

"You're such a romantic. I know, love."

All was quiet in the Hamilton household. As it should be at midnight. Eliza and Alexander were sleeping soundly. First time in months. They had the orphanage to work on. It was supposed to open later that week, but with Eliza's health, it had been postponed. Everything was peaceful, until they heard a familiar voice.

"I came as soon as I heard."

Oooohh! It's Peggy! Back from the dead! Or is it?

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