Wow! It's been a while! I apologize. There aren't many good excuses besides, I didn't have any inspiration and I was busy. I also lost my outline for the last few chapters, so that was fun. In the meantime, I actually got to see Hamilton in Chicago last October! It was awesome and I loved it! I could rant about how amazing it was for ages.

I don't own Hamtilon.

Chapter Twenty Six

She is going to get better. She is going to get better. She is going to get better.

His hopes pounded in his ear as they made their way to his parent's room. Alex squeezed his wife's hand harder. Lucy sent him a comforting gaze. With his Aunt Angelica by his side, Alex waited for the doctor to leave the room. He could feel the presence of his siblings there. All gathered around, waiting for news about their mother. James filled him in on what he needed to know. They never once heard Eliza speak from inside. Alexander cried out. The door finally opened.

"How is she?" all of the Hamiltons said in unison to the unsuspecting doctor.

The doctor took a moment to recover from his shock. "Your mother is going to be alright for the most part. The only thing you need to worry about is the fall was hard on her bones. She'll have a limp for the rest of her life."

She'll be fine. She'll be fine. She'll be fine.

Alex took of his strength to reach out and grab the words. His mother would be fine. Not perfectly so, but it was so much better than he had initially thought. Lucy laughed out in her joy. Making the others notice her for the first time.

"Are you Miss Lucy?" asked Ellie, her eyes growing wider.

Lucy giggled. "Indeed, I am, Miss. . ."

"Ellie, ma'am. Ellie Hamilton. You married Alex?"

"You're a little lady, aren't you, Miss Ellie?"

The rest of the Hamiltons took their turn introducing themselves to Lucy. Everyone seemed to like her alright, but James seemed spectacle. He told her his name, rather coldly, before Lucy moved on. Alex approached his brother. The two of them held a strange relationship. Sometimes they were the best of friends. Others, they hated each other more then anything.

"What's wrong?" Alex questioned, taking a seat.

"Nothing." was his short answer.

"That's not true. Tell me what it is."

James tightened his lips before speaking. "Eloping with that Jefferson girl is what brought is here in the first place. If you could have just courted her properly, like Mary and I have been, Mama would be fine right now."

His words stung. Alex didn't want to admit it. James was right. If he hadn't decided to run off with Lucy, Eliza would be fine right now. He looked over at his wife. Lucy was telling the younger ones (plus John, for some reason) a story about when she lived in France. Alex loved her, right? But now that he thought about it, there was little that he knew about her. He adjusted his cravat as made his way over to her.

Later that night, Alex and Lucy had settled back in his old room. They would be living with the Hamiltons until further arrangements could be made. Eliza had met Lucy once she woke up, the two got along fine. Eliza didn't put any blame on the young couple. When they visited Thomas, he seemed more angry then anything. Alex and his father-in-law didn't have a very good relationship to say the least.

"Your mother is an incredible woman, Alex," said Lucy, as she settled into bed, "So are your sisters. Both of them can't get this smile off of my face." She beamed.

Alex only nodded. "Lucy, I need to know the truth, do you regret eloping?"

His wife sighed. She didn't answer for a few seconds. "I think that we should have waited. That is for sure. But now we have to face the consequences for our actions."

"Yeah, yeah. You're right."

Lucy gave his a teasing look. "As I always am."

WYS is coming to a close in the next few chapters. If I don't go off on some inspiration train and end up writing seveteen more, at least. Planning on about three more chapters.

Thanks for reading!