A/N: so, this is going to be the last chapter of this little story. I had a blast writing this and I'm so glad that I got feed back for my writing! hope you enjoy the final installment of "I hope that You", it's kinda long... (sorry not sorry.)

1 year later: Alexander's POV

It had been a year since my love, Eliza, died from an overdose. The kids took the lose harder than I did, truthfully. But I was trying to remain strong for them.

I went up to my office, it was about noon, and I grabbed a pen and some paper and began to write a letter to Eliza. Every month or so, I would do this, kept me calm and made me relax. This one was more important than the last few had been. This one was the one that would effect everything in my doing for future writings. I always felt that my writing and my work was more important, but when I saw her dump the chest of letters in go the fire, I decided to start putting them in the little chest that she had. But instead of burning all of them, I decided that I was going to pick one letter to keep every year, then burn the other 11. So that way, I always had something to remember about the toughest moment of my life and remember the toughest time of her life. I know its beyond sappy, but its important to me. This would be the first time I would do this, I was excited.

'Dear Eliza,

It's been one year since I last saw your face. This past year has been a hard one for me. Loosing you was painful, and I thought I could make everything right. You already had that planned for you. I told the kids. Angie stepped up as the mother to Philip, Alex, and James. She grew up very quickly. She acts just like you, Betsy. I see you in her all the time. Philip is always saying 'what would mom do' to me, he knows that you kept me grounded. I always think about Betsy. Always. I haven't remarried, I dont think I will, you mean too much to me, Betsy. I learned to slow down after you passed, Eliza. You always told me to put the damn pen down and talk to you, and your passing made me realize how much I'm missing of my kids' lives when I sit in my office and write for hours at a time. I want to be more like you, Eliza. You were so strong and I want that.

One last thing before I stop writing and spend some time with James and Alex before Angie and Philip get home, I forgive you. I had a hard time forgiving you after you had left, but I forgive you now, Eliza. I hope that you still forgive me. I love you Eliza, forever and always, my love. I'll see you on the side, but not for a little while. I have a legacy to pass down, your legacy.

-Alexander Hamilton'

I put down the pen, wiping the tear that had slid out of my eye and started to trickle down my cheek. I stood up, grabbing the letter and making my way out of my office, "Alex, James, let's go pick up Angie and Philip."

My two boys run out of the play room and down the stairs.

"Careful boys, slow down." I tell them.

they grab my hands and we walk to get my other two children.

It was only a 5 minutes walk, one that I normally make alone so that way Angie and Philip get to see me a little bit before they start their homework, but today wasn't about the walk there, it was about the walk afterwards.

Angie and Philip waited by the doors of the school until they saw me. They knew that today we were going to the cemetery to see her tombstone because I had Alex and James with me. When they came up I gave them each a hug and began walking towards the cemetery up the road.

It was another 5 minute walk, but I enjoyed the company. We stopped at her grave. I sat with the children around the stone and began to read what I wrote to their mother.

Tears were streaming from their faces when I was done. Philip asks me, "Why dont you write more often, Dad?"

"Because of your mother. Your mom always told me to go talk to her, to go for a walk with her, to go to the market with her. I never did. You guy will never realize how much time I missed with her because I was always in my office with a pen glued to my hand. I made her a promise to keep up with you guys, that's one I intend to keep. Alright enough tears, let's go home for dinner." And we begin the walk back home in silence.

Later that night, I reread what I wrote to Eliza. I reread each letter from every month, trying to not think about the pain I felt, just the contents of the letter. I decided that my latest letter was the best one. It was the only one not stained with tears. It was the only one that I forgave her in. it was the only one that I told her I was never going to remarry in. I wanted to remind myself of that. so, I dumped the letters that were in the chest into a blazing fire. A single tear streams down my face as I watch it all burn, hoping that she can she it from where she is in heaven. I try to speak, but tears overwhelm me, "I hope that you..."

I couldn't get a word out so I just thought of it so that way she could hear me from heaven, 'I hope that you are proud of me, Betsy. I hope that you are proud to be wife, like you were when we got married.' my thoughts are cut off by my sleep, but the last thing I remember is 'I hope that you...'