Abigail Smith Adams

Abigail Smith Adams. Wife of John Adams. Mother of seven children Adams, counting John as one of them. [RP blog. Mun is 21. FC is Lexi Lawson. Follows from gwynstacee] M!A: None yet.

[truthlightandbravery]

"You must be Peggy...Arnold. Am I right? I'm Abigail Adams. John's wife." -askabiadams

“I am,” Peggy said, her voice confident, but guarded, it was so hard to gauge how the people she encountered were going to react to her and it was easier to hide the cards in her hand than it was to put herself out there. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Adams.”

[truthlightandbravery]

“That’s awful.” Abigail told her. “People should have the same opportunities as the others. We actually have another party next week. Do you want to come? We’re reviewing this book by Jane Austin.”

“It’s more me being afraid to leave the baby behind, I know that he’s fine, but at the same time he’s my only child and the thought of leaving him behind is a little uncomfortable.”  She paused for a moment, and then decided it would be worth it, “I’ve never read anything by her, which book should I be looking for?  And do you think I’ll have time to read it before next week?”

[askabiadams-blog]

"Oh, don't worry about that." Abigail told the other. "I have a son and a daughter who can babysit for anyone. JQ even gave Polly Jefferson a lollipop once."

[truthlightandbravery]

"You must be Peggy...Arnold. Am I right? I'm Abigail Adams. John's wife." -askabiadams

“I am,” Peggy said, her voice confident, but guarded, it was so hard to gauge how the people she encountered were going to react to her and it was easier to hide the cards in her hand than it was to put herself out there. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Adams.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail eyed the other’s hand before shaking it. “Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Arnold.” She said. “I heard so much about you from the other women at parties. I was surprised that you’re not there.”

[truthlightandbravery]

“I enjoy a good party as much as the next woman,” Peggy said with a small smile, “but these days I’m afraid all of my time is devoted to my husband and our son. Benedict is experienced, but this is my first child and I’m afraid I don’t spend much time away from him, though I can be convinced on occasion. Hopefully I will have more opportunities to join you and the other women as times goes on.”

[askabiadams-blog]

"That's awful." Abigail told her. "People should have the same opportunities as the others. We actually have another party next week. Do you want to come? We're reviewing this book by Jane Austin."

[truthlightandbravery]

"You must be Peggy...Arnold. Am I right? I'm Abigail Adams. John's wife." -askabiadams

“I am,” Peggy said, her voice confident, but guarded, it was so hard to gauge how the people she encountered were going to react to her and it was easier to hide the cards in her hand than it was to put herself out there. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Adams.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail eyed the other's hand before shaking it. "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Arnold." She said. "I heard so much about you from the other women at parties. I was surprised that you're not there."

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

"Eliza is it?" She said as she approached her. "I'm Abigail Adams. I'm sure that you've heard of me before. If not, then I'm John Adams' wife. He told me about your husband, Alexander and you too." (-@askabiadams)

@askabiadams

“Oh yes! It’s lovely to finally meet you, Mrs. Adams,” Eliza smiled kindly at the women. “I have heard much about you- and your husband as well. Much of what I hear about him comes from my Alexander though.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail smiled back at the other woman. “I can tell you that about half of what Alexander has told you about my John is half true.” She told her. “He can’t sit still…at all.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She chuckled. “Neither can Alexander,” she told her, fondness in her voice. “I’m happy to finally have the chance to meet you, Mrs. Adams. I was beginning to think we’d never be introduced.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abi nodded in agreement. “I have to say the same to you.” She replied. “Well, our husbands are quite the catch. Not to mention that making them sit could take us forever. I maybe exaggerating, but it is what it is.” She softly chuckled. “But enough about them, how are you?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“I’m well, plenty busy with my children. Sometimes I feel as busy as the senators running after them all the time. Do you and Mr.Adams have any children?”

[askabiadams-blog]

“I have to agree with you on that one. As a matter of fact, John and I have little ones as well.” Abigail told her. “Can’t say that I’m never not busy with ‘em.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza let out a soft laugh. “Yes, children always find a way to keep you busy. Which I’m thankful for. I can’t stand doing nothing.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Neither can I.” She said in agreement. “I also can’t stand just staying at home.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“It is the same with me. Luckily the children love going out as well,” she smiled brightly.

[askabiadams-blog]

“That’s wonderful.” She replied. “Well, unfortunately for me, the kids are often sick, especially little Quincy.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Oh no, I am sorry. It’s always so worrisome to have a ill child,” she told her with sympathy. “Perhaps when they are all well you and your little ones can join us for an outing. We usually go to the park on sundays.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“That would be great, Eliza.” She said as she gave the other a soft smile upon her face.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Good! It will be fun,” she smiled brightly. “I would like to think we’ll become good friends, Abigail- if you don’t mind me being so bold.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Great.” She replied. “And of course, I don’t mind you being bold. In fact, I think that we’ll become good friends too.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She smiled brightly. “I’m glad you think so as well.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Of course.” Abigail replied. “And I’m glad too.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She nodded, still smiling. “I should probably be going now, I have a few errands to run. But I will see you later, Abigail. It was lovely meeting you.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Alright.” She replied. “I’ll see you later too, Eliza. It was great to meet you.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Goodbye,” she smiled and turned to leave in the direction she had already been heading.

[askabiadams-blog]

“Goodbye, Eliza.” Abigail returned the smile before she made her way towards a small café to meet up with the Washingtons for tea.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza ran her errands before heading home.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail ordered her tea as the Washington arrived. She gave Martha Washington a warm hug before she offered her a place on the table. The two women and Martha Washington’s children started talking amongst each other.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Her children ran to greet her, the nanny not far behind them.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail hugged Martha Washington and the girls goodbye.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza went to check on her husband who was working in his office.

[askabiadams-blog]

After saying goodbye to the Washingtons, Abigail went to a store to buy some manure for her family’s ranch in Massachusetts.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

After checking on her husband she realized she’d never gotten Abigail’s contact information.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail slowly raised her hand for a taxicab after she bought a bag of manure.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She texted Martha Washington, asking her if she had the number for Abigail.

[askabiadams-blog]

Martha Washington replied to Eliza’s text with a yes followed by Abigail’s number.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She thanked her and saved the number. Eliza was about to text her when her attention was pulled by Philip.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail told the taxicab driver to stop. She quickly ran towards Suky to pick her up from the ground when she saw her trip over a man’s legs near a fountain. She dusted the dirt from Suky’s back. “Sorry, sir.” She told the man, before she pulled Suky inside of the cab.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Philip pulled her to the kitchen where the other children were making a mess.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail and her twelve year old daughter, Suky told the cab driver to take them home.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“What are you doing?! All of you need to start cleaning up right this minute.”

[askabiadams-blog]

When Abigail and her daughter returned home, she told her that she couldn’t go off campus anymore.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

As she made sure the children cleaned she texted Abigail.

[text] hello! This is Eliza Hamilton, I hope you don’t mind that Martha gave me your number

[askabiadams-blog]

“Hold that thought.” She told her daughter.

[text] hey Eliza!

[text] I don’t mind that at all.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] I was wondering if you’d like to make plans to do something this Sunday?

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] that would be great.

[text] I have nothing planned for this Sunday.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] then perhaps we can go to the park and have a lunch?

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] that would be great!

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] great! Are your kids allergic to anything?

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] none that I know of. But Quincy is allergic to vegetables…

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] hm, Pip tries to tell me that all the time.

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] Well, its kids being kids, I guess.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

"Eliza is it?" She said as she approached her. "I'm Abigail Adams. I'm sure that you've heard of me before. If not, then I'm John Adams' wife. He told me about your husband, Alexander and you too." (-@askabiadams)

@askabiadams

“Oh yes! It’s lovely to finally meet you, Mrs. Adams,” Eliza smiled kindly at the women. “I have heard much about you- and your husband as well. Much of what I hear about him comes from my Alexander though.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail smiled back at the other woman. “I can tell you that about half of what Alexander has told you about my John is half true.” She told her. “He can’t sit still…at all.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She chuckled. “Neither can Alexander,” she told her, fondness in her voice. “I’m happy to finally have the chance to meet you, Mrs. Adams. I was beginning to think we’d never be introduced.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abi nodded in agreement. “I have to say the same to you.” She replied. “Well, our husbands are quite the catch. Not to mention that making them sit could take us forever. I maybe exaggerating, but it is what it is.” She softly chuckled. “But enough about them, how are you?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“I’m well, plenty busy with my children. Sometimes I feel as busy as the senators running after them all the time. Do you and Mr.Adams have any children?”

[askabiadams-blog]

“I have to agree with you on that one. As a matter of fact, John and I have little ones as well.” Abigail told her. “Can’t say that I’m never not busy with ‘em.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza let out a soft laugh. “Yes, children always find a way to keep you busy. Which I’m thankful for. I can’t stand doing nothing.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Neither can I.” She said in agreement. “I also can’t stand just staying at home.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“It is the same with me. Luckily the children love going out as well,” she smiled brightly.

[askabiadams-blog]

“That’s wonderful.” She replied. “Well, unfortunately for me, the kids are often sick, especially little Quincy.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Oh no, I am sorry. It’s always so worrisome to have a ill child,” she told her with sympathy. “Perhaps when they are all well you and your little ones can join us for an outing. We usually go to the park on sundays.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“That would be great, Eliza.” She said as she gave the other a soft smile upon her face.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Good! It will be fun,” she smiled brightly. “I would like to think we’ll become good friends, Abigail- if you don’t mind me being so bold.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Great.” She replied. “And of course, I don’t mind you being bold. In fact, I think that we’ll become good friends too.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She smiled brightly. “I’m glad you think so as well.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Of course.” Abigail replied. “And I’m glad too.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She nodded, still smiling. “I should probably be going now, I have a few errands to run. But I will see you later, Abigail. It was lovely meeting you.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Alright.” She replied. “I’ll see you later too, Eliza. It was great to meet you.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Goodbye,” she smiled and turned to leave in the direction she had already been heading.

[askabiadams-blog]

“Goodbye, Eliza.” Abigail returned the smile before she made her way towards a small café to meet up with the Washingtons for tea.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza ran her errands before heading home.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail ordered her tea as the Washington arrived. She gave Martha Washington a warm hug before she offered her a place on the table. The two women and Martha Washington’s children started talking amongst each other.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Her children ran to greet her, the nanny not far behind them.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail hugged Martha Washington and the girls goodbye.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza went to check on her husband who was working in his office.

[askabiadams-blog]

After saying goodbye to the Washingtons, Abigail went to a store to buy some manure for her family’s ranch in Massachusetts.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

After checking on her husband she realized she’d never gotten Abigail’s contact information.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail slowly raised her hand for a taxicab after she bought a bag of manure.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She texted Martha Washington, asking her if she had the number for Abigail.

[askabiadams-blog]

Martha Washington replied to Eliza’s text with a yes followed by Abigail’s number.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She thanked her and saved the number. Eliza was about to text her when her attention was pulled by Philip.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail told the taxicab driver to stop. She quickly ran towards Suky to pick her up from the ground when she saw her trip over a man’s legs near a fountain. She dusted the dirt from Suky’s back. “Sorry, sir.” She told the man, before she pulled Suky inside of the cab.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Philip pulled her to the kitchen where the other children were making a mess.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail and her twelve year old daughter, Suky told the cab driver to take them home.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“What are you doing?! All of you need to start cleaning up right this minute.”

[askabiadams-blog]

When Abigail and her daughter returned home, she told her that she couldn’t go off campus anymore.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

As she made sure the children cleaned she texted Abigail.

[text] hello! This is Eliza Hamilton, I hope you don’t mind that Martha gave me your number

[askabiadams-blog]

“Hold that thought.” She told her daughter.

[text] hey Eliza!

[text] I don’t mind that at all.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] I was wondering if you’d like to make plans to do something this Sunday?

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] that would be great.

[text] I have nothing planned for this Sunday.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] then perhaps we can go to the park and have a lunch?

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] that would be great!

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] great! Are your kids allergic to anything?

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] none that I know of. But Quincy is allergic to vegetables...

[ofconstitutions-blog]

“ your direction was right; however, the addition of ‘jr.’ to my name would not be improper. ”

indie && semi-private james madison, jr. as written by dad hamilton: an american musical based with strong historical influences

[honigimohr]

[askabiadams-blog]

"Mrs. Adams! Mrs. Adams!" Lucy hopped in place. "Did Papa call yet?" (ask-lucy-jefferson)

“I’m not so sure if he called yet.” She told her. “But if he did, I’m sure that we could call him.” Abigail reached for the phone and lifted it up. “Come on.”

[askabiadams-blog]

@ask-lucy-jefferson

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy climbed onto the counter stool. “What if we wake him up?”

[askabiadams-blog]

“You’re right.” She told her. “You’re father would hate me for that.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She nodded. “I don’t wanna make him hate you.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail gave the little girl a polite smile on her face. “How ‘bout we bake some cookies?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“I like cookies,” she decided. “Peanut butter?”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Sure.” She nodded. “Peanut butter cookies.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Thank you, Mrs. Adams,” Lucy recited.

[askabiadams-blog]

“You’re welcome, Lucy.” Abigail responded.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy giggled. “I love cookies.”

[askabiadams-blog]

"Okay." She smiled. "Would you like to help me bake it?"

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

"Eliza is it?" She said as she approached her. "I'm Abigail Adams. I'm sure that you've heard of me before. If not, then I'm John Adams' wife. He told me about your husband, Alexander and you too." (-@askabiadams)

@askabiadams

“Oh yes! It’s lovely to finally meet you, Mrs. Adams,” Eliza smiled kindly at the women. “I have heard much about you- and your husband as well. Much of what I hear about him comes from my Alexander though.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail smiled back at the other woman. “I can tell you that about half of what Alexander has told you about my John is half true.” She told her. “He can’t sit still…at all.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She chuckled. “Neither can Alexander,” she told her, fondness in her voice. “I’m happy to finally have the chance to meet you, Mrs. Adams. I was beginning to think we’d never be introduced.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abi nodded in agreement. “I have to say the same to you.” She replied. “Well, our husbands are quite the catch. Not to mention that making them sit could take us forever. I maybe exaggerating, but it is what it is.” She softly chuckled. “But enough about them, how are you?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“I’m well, plenty busy with my children. Sometimes I feel as busy as the senators running after them all the time. Do you and Mr.Adams have any children?”

[askabiadams-blog]

“I have to agree with you on that one. As a matter of fact, John and I have little ones as well.” Abigail told her. “Can’t say that I’m never not busy with ‘em.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza let out a soft laugh. “Yes, children always find a way to keep you busy. Which I’m thankful for. I can’t stand doing nothing.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Neither can I.” She said in agreement. “I also can’t stand just staying at home.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“It is the same with me. Luckily the children love going out as well,” she smiled brightly.

[askabiadams-blog]

“That’s wonderful.” She replied. “Well, unfortunately for me, the kids are often sick, especially little Quincy.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Oh no, I am sorry. It’s always so worrisome to have a ill child,” she told her with sympathy. “Perhaps when they are all well you and your little ones can join us for an outing. We usually go to the park on sundays.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“That would be great, Eliza.” She said as she gave the other a soft smile upon her face.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Good! It will be fun,” she smiled brightly. “I would like to think we’ll become good friends, Abigail- if you don’t mind me being so bold.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Great.” She replied. “And of course, I don’t mind you being bold. In fact, I think that we’ll become good friends too.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She smiled brightly. “I’m glad you think so as well.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Of course.” Abigail replied. “And I’m glad too.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She nodded, still smiling. “I should probably be going now, I have a few errands to run. But I will see you later, Abigail. It was lovely meeting you.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Alright.” She replied. “I’ll see you later too, Eliza. It was great to meet you.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Goodbye,” she smiled and turned to leave in the direction she had already been heading.

[askabiadams-blog]

“Goodbye, Eliza.” Abigail returned the smile before she made her way towards a small café to meet up with the Washingtons for tea.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza ran her errands before heading home.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail ordered her tea as the Washington arrived. She gave Martha Washington a warm hug before she offered her a place on the table. The two women and Martha Washington’s children started talking amongst each other.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Her children ran to greet her, the nanny not far behind them.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail hugged Martha Washington and the girls goodbye.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza went to check on her husband who was working in his office.

[askabiadams-blog]

After saying goodbye to the Washingtons, Abigail went to a store to buy some manure for her family’s ranch in Massachusetts.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

After checking on her husband she realized she’d never gotten Abigail’s contact information.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail slowly raised her hand for a taxicab after she bought a bag of manure.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She texted Martha Washington, asking her if she had the number for Abigail.

[askabiadams-blog]

Martha Washington replied to Eliza’s text with a yes followed by Abigail’s number.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She thanked her and saved the number. Eliza was about to text her when her attention was pulled by Philip.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail told the taxicab driver to stop. She quickly ran towards Suky to pick her up from the ground when she saw her trip over a man’s legs near a fountain. She dusted the dirt from Suky’s back. “Sorry, sir.” She told the man, before she pulled Suky inside of the cab.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Philip pulled her to the kitchen where the other children were making a mess.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail and her twelve year old daughter, Suky told the cab driver to take them home.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“What are you doing?! All of you need to start cleaning up right this minute.”

[askabiadams-blog]

When Abigail and her daughter returned home, she told her that she couldn’t go off campus anymore.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

As she made sure the children cleaned she texted Abigail.

[text] hello! This is Eliza Hamilton, I hope you don’t mind that Martha gave me your number

[askabiadams-blog]

“Hold that thought.” She told her daughter.

[text] hey Eliza!

[text] I don’t mind that at all.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] I was wondering if you’d like to make plans to do something this Sunday?

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] that would be great.

[text] I have nothing planned for this Sunday.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] then perhaps we can go to the park and have a lunch?

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] that would be great!

[askabiadams-blog]

Remember the ladies || Open ))

After John had left her to head to Philadelphia, Abigail Adams held her child close in her arms as she tried to get Quincy to stop crying. Abigail sighed and gave him an unopened candy from her dress’ belt. She placed a hand on her son’s shoulder and smiled. “Come on. Let’s go inside.” She said as she stood up. Abigail took her son’s hand and walked inside of the Adams’ home. She looked behind her and noticed someone standing by the horses. “Run along, Quincy.” She told her son before turning around to face the person by the horses. “Excuse me! What do you think you’re doing?”

[askjohnadams]

👀- Watching Porn -Abi💜 (( I intend to purposely break shipper hearts and mine too. 😪 ))

( Am I supposed to be worried? STAHP! )

John had been watching porn since before JQ was born. He knew that if Abigail found out she’ll be upset and not talk to him for days. He opened his laptop and clicked on a tab that was opened from last week. He then clicked on a video and began watching. Half an hour had passed, John didn’t notice Abigail walk into the room.

@askabiadams

[askabiadams-blog]

It was true. Abigail walked into the room without him noticing. She picked up a towel off the floor and placed it inside the dirt laundry basket. She walked behind him and noticed John watching something strange on his laptop. “How long has this been going on?” She asked him.

(( Nope. xP ))

[askjohnadams]

“When Nabby was four years old…” He confessed. “I’m sorry, Abigail.”

[askabiadams-blog]

She sat beside him. “It’s okay.” She replied, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Ben told me. A long time ago. I just wished that it came from you.”

[askjohnadams]

“You did?” He asked her. “And you’re not mad?”

[askabiadams-blog]

“You know me.” She told her. “I’m not mad at anything with you. I just- I just get frustrated.”

[askjohnadams]

John sighed and gave her a hug.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail pulled herself away from the hug and stood up. “You still have no reason to hide it from me, John.” She told him. “It’s not. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

[askjohnadams]

“Well it all depends on what you already know, Abigail.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“I know that while you two were playing with kites about two years ago.” She said. “He gave you a key to his apartment.”

[askjohnadams]

“Abigail!” He exclaimed. “You’re not mad, Abi?”

[askabiadams-blog]

She shook her head. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just upset that it didn’t come from you, John!”

[askjohnadams]

“Then, why are you repeating yourself, Abigail?” He asked her, as he grabbed her hand. “I care about you so much…”

[askabiadams-blog]

"I do too." She told him. "But when you tell me nothing, I freak out."

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

"Eliza is it?" She said as she approached her. "I'm Abigail Adams. I'm sure that you've heard of me before. If not, then I'm John Adams' wife. He told me about your husband, Alexander and you too." (-@askabiadams)

@askabiadams

“Oh yes! It’s lovely to finally meet you, Mrs. Adams,” Eliza smiled kindly at the women. “I have heard much about you- and your husband as well. Much of what I hear about him comes from my Alexander though.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail smiled back at the other woman. “I can tell you that about half of what Alexander has told you about my John is half true.” She told her. “He can’t sit still…at all.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She chuckled. “Neither can Alexander,” she told her, fondness in her voice. “I’m happy to finally have the chance to meet you, Mrs. Adams. I was beginning to think we’d never be introduced.”

[askabiadams-blog]

Abi nodded in agreement. “I have to say the same to you.” She replied. “Well, our husbands are quite the catch. Not to mention that making them sit could take us forever. I maybe exaggerating, but it is what it is.” She softly chuckled. “But enough about them, how are you?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“I’m well, plenty busy with my children. Sometimes I feel as busy as the senators running after them all the time. Do you and Mr.Adams have any children?”

[askabiadams-blog]

“I have to agree with you on that one. As a matter of fact, John and I have little ones as well.” Abigail told her. “Can’t say that I’m never not busy with ‘em.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza let out a soft laugh. “Yes, children always find a way to keep you busy. Which I’m thankful for. I can’t stand doing nothing.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Neither can I.” She said in agreement. “I also can’t stand just staying at home.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“It is the same with me. Luckily the children love going out as well,” she smiled brightly.

[askabiadams-blog]

“That’s wonderful.” She replied. “Well, unfortunately for me, the kids are often sick, especially little Quincy.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Oh no, I am sorry. It’s always so worrisome to have a ill child,” she told her with sympathy. “Perhaps when they are all well you and your little ones can join us for an outing. We usually go to the park on sundays.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“That would be great, Eliza.” She said as she gave the other a soft smile upon her face.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Good! It will be fun,” she smiled brightly. “I would like to think we’ll become good friends, Abigail- if you don’t mind me being so bold.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Great.” She replied. “And of course, I don’t mind you being bold. In fact, I think that we’ll become good friends too.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She smiled brightly. “I’m glad you think so as well.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Of course.” Abigail replied. “And I’m glad too.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She nodded, still smiling. “I should probably be going now, I have a few errands to run. But I will see you later, Abigail. It was lovely meeting you.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“Alright.” She replied. “I’ll see you later too, Eliza. It was great to meet you.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Goodbye,” she smiled and turned to leave in the direction she had already been heading.

[askabiadams-blog]

“Goodbye, Eliza.” Abigail returned the smile before she made her way towards a small café to meet up with the Washingtons for tea.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza ran her errands before heading home.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail ordered her tea as the Washington arrived. She gave Martha Washington a warm hug before she offered her a place on the table. The two women and Martha Washington’s children started talking amongst each other.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Her children ran to greet her, the nanny not far behind them.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail hugged Martha Washington and the girls goodbye.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Eliza went to check on her husband who was working in his office.

[askabiadams-blog]

After saying goodbye to the Washingtons, Abigail went to a store to buy some manure for her family’s ranch in Massachusetts.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

After checking on her husband she realized she’d never gotten Abigail’s contact information.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail slowly raised her hand for a taxicab after she bought a bag of manure.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She texted Martha Washington, asking her if she had the number for Abigail.

[askabiadams-blog]

Martha Washington replied to Eliza’s text with a yes followed by Abigail’s number.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She thanked her and saved the number. Eliza was about to text her when her attention was pulled by Philip.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail told the taxicab driver to stop. She quickly ran towards Suky to pick her up from the ground when she saw her trip over a man’s legs near a fountain. She dusted the dirt from Suky’s back. “Sorry, sir.” She told the man, before she pulled Suky inside of the cab.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

Philip pulled her to the kitchen where the other children were making a mess.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail and her twelve year old daughter, Suky told the cab driver to take them home.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“What are you doing?! All of you need to start cleaning up right this minute.”

[askabiadams-blog]

When Abigail and her daughter returned home, she told her that she couldn’t go off campus anymore.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

As she made sure the children cleaned she texted Abigail.

[text] hello! This is Eliza Hamilton, I hope you don’t mind that Martha gave me your number

[askabiadams-blog]

“Hold that thought.” She told her daughter.

[text] hey Eliza!

[text] I don’t mind that at all.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

[text] I was wondering if you’d like to make plans to do something this Sunday?

[askabiadams-blog]

[text] that would be great.

[text] I have nothing planned for this Sunday.

[askjohnadams]

Where can I get an angel like your portrayal of John Adams?

( Actually, John Adams is a dick so I wouldn’t call him an angel unless he actually cares about another character like Abigail Adams. )

[memes-for-the-rper]

Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“Breathe.”

[allblackobsessed-deactivated201]

You will never ever annoy me if you

Send me random anons

reply to my posts

send me an ask

reblog me

talk to me

say hello

give me random love

“bother” me

So please stop thinking otherwise.

[kitkatrph]

drunk history :: hamilton special [ sentence meme ]

[amplecaprice]

kitkatrph:

“   do you wanna get drunk ?   ” “   and we’re gonna— fuck, hold up.   ” “   the scene is sufficient enough to strike astonishment into angels.   ” “    here come’s sick-ass _____ on a flaming ship, your ass will never be the same.   ” “   fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you’re cool— ______, nice to meet you.   ” “   nah, nah, nah— i’m good, i wanna fight.   ” “   oh shit, i’m drunk.   ” “   we know what you did, i know what you did.   ” “   no, no, no— i was just fucking this lady and her husband was hitting me up for money.   ” “   motherfucker ! i told, like, three people about this. and you were the one taking notes !   ” “   maybe, like, the marital infidelity trumps that ?? like ??   ” “   _______ told me to tell you that if you’re challenging them to a duel, they accept. but like, if you weren’t, they weren’t challenging you.   ” “    sorry, forgot to put my phone on vibrate.   ” “   you’re my best friend. i love you.   ” “   i don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, and i can’t throw things very far.   ” “   it’s a metaphor for everything.   ” “   i know who i want to take me home.   ” “   we’re gonna duel it out.   ” “   you forfeit your right to talk to them when you shot them.   ”

[askjohnadams]

👀- Watching Porn -Abi💜 (( I intend to purposely break shipper hearts and mine too. 😪 ))

( Am I supposed to be worried? STAHP! )

John had been watching porn since before JQ was born. He knew that if Abigail found out she’ll be upset and not talk to him for days. He opened his laptop and clicked on a tab that was opened from last week. He then clicked on a video and began watching. Half an hour had passed, John didn’t notice Abigail walk into the room.

@askabiadams

[askabiadams-blog]

It was true. Abigail walked into the room without him noticing. She picked up a towel off the floor and placed it inside the dirt laundry basket. She walked behind him and noticed John watching something strange on his laptop. “How long has this been going on?” She asked him.

(( Nope. xP ))

[askjohnadams]

“When Nabby was four years old…” He confessed. “I’m sorry, Abigail.”

[askabiadams-blog]

She sat beside him. “It’s okay.” She replied, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Ben told me. A long time ago. I just wished that it came from you.”

[askjohnadams]

“You did?” He asked her. “And you’re not mad?”

[askabiadams-blog]

“You know me.” She told her. “I’m not mad at anything with you. I just- I just get frustrated.”

[askjohnadams]

John sighed and gave her a hug.

[askabiadams-blog]

Abigail pulled herself away from the hug and stood up. “You still have no reason to hide it from me, John.” She told him. “It’s not. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

[askjohnadams]

“Well it all depends on what you already know, Abigail.”

[askabiadams-blog]

“I know that while you two were playing with kites about two years ago.” She said. “He gave you a key to his apartment.”

[askjohnadams]

“Abigail!” He exclaimed. “You’re not mad, Abi?”

[askabiadams-blog]

She shook her head. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just upset that it didn't come from you, John!"