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“Mister President, thank you for inviting us. You and your wife have a lovely home.” Quietly handing a bottle of French wine to Martha Washington, “This is for you, Missus Washington. Thomas got it from France, I hope you like wine”
Martha smiles, taking the offered bottle, “Thank you very much, but please call me Martha. May I call you Y/N?”
“Of course, I’d be honored!” Taking Thomas’ arm, you follow Martha and George further into their large house.
“We’re very glad you could make it, Y/N. Thomas said he would be coming alone when I first invited him” George glances at his Secretary of State with a raised eyebrow, “What made you change your mind?”
“Funny story, my Thomas didn’t actually tell me about your dinner invitation until just recently. Apparently he got into another argument with a Mister Alexander Hamilton about how I refused to come because I couldn’t stand to spend time with my own husband. Thomas decided to tell me about the invitation, he’s only luck that I had a dress”
George chuckles, “You’ve been surprisingly quiet tonight, Thomas, that’s quite unlike you. Is something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Washington” Thomas’ eyes stray to you, instantly softening, “Y/N has been explaining everything just fine, I haven’t had anything to add”
“That’s a surprise, you always seem to have things to add in cabinet meetings”
You snort, “Really? He couldn’t even talk to me the first time we met, didn’t you almost break your wrist?”
“I dislocated it, darlin’, when I tried to jump a fence.”
Both George and Martha turn wide eyes to your husband, “You dislocated your wrist to impress a woman?”
“Oh yes, he had to stay in his home for a month while it healed. I visited him, and we spent quite a lot of time together while he got better. When my father left Monticello Thomas and I continued to write to each other and eventually got engaged, we married in France.”
“Your story spans the world, my dear. Thomas is a lucky man”
Reaching out you gently pat Martha’s arm, “On the contrary, I’m the lucky one. My Thomas is the love my life, I cannot imagine another man as my husband”
“I love you too, darlin’” Thomas presses a kiss to your forehead, “Is everyone already here, Washington?”
“Call me George, Thomas, at least while you’re in my own home” George rolls his eyes with an exasperated sigh, “And yes, you are the last ones to arrive”
“That’s my fault, George, I couldn’t find my matching stockings”
The four of you finally arrive at the parlor, where everyone is socializing before dinner. James Madison is the first one to notice you and Thomas, “Thomas! Y/N! You’re finally here!”
You break into a bright smile, “Jemmie! It’s so good to see you!”
James wraps you and a tight hug, “I haven’t seen you in a month! You and Thomas need to come over for dinner some time, something other than that God-awful Macaroni and Cheese”
“I like Thomas’ Macaroni and Cheese, thank you very much, Jemmie. But I suppose we can eat something else when we have dinner together”
Thomas snorts, “Thanks for that, James. Glad to know you really love me”
“You just need to learn that no one likes that weird food but you, and apparently your wife!”
Before Thomas can come up with a retort there’s a loud voice calling his name from across the room, “Well, if it isn’t Thomas Jefferson. I see you managed to force your wife to actually come and spend time with you, just had to prove me wrong, huh?”
The woman by his side rolls her eyes and squeezes the small man’s arm, “Alexander, be nice. This is a party, we’re supposed to be having fun” She holds out a slender hand to you, “My name is Elizabeth Hamilton, but everyone calls me Eliza. It’s lovely to meet you.”
Taking the woman’s hand, you shake it quickly, “Y/N Jefferson, you can call me Y/N, and this is my husband Thomas.”
“So, you’re the infamous Jefferson, I’ve heard quite a lot of ranting about you” Eliza chuckles, “I’m sure Alexander is exaggerating how terrible you are -”
“I’m not, my dear. Jefferson and I don’t agree on anything, he can be a down-right asshole most of the time.” Alexander turns, what you’re sure he thinks is a charming smile onto you, “I truly don’t know how he got you to marry him, I would have smothered him in my sleep by now. I mean -”
Clearing your throat sharply, your eyes lock on the smaller mans, “Mister Hamilton, I’m only going to say this once, so please listen carefully and keep your mouth shut until I’m done.”
Thomas’ arm wraps around your waist, trying to pull you away from his rival. To Alexander it looks like he’s trying to hold his wife back from a fight, “Darlin’ …”
You squirm out of your husbands arms, “You’re going to keep quiet too, Thomas, and listen. I might be yelling at him, but you’ll keep these words in mind.” Eyes locking on the shorter mans, you take a breath, “I don’t care that you don’t agree with my husband’s political views. If everyone agreed with everyone else this country that so many died for would go to shit rather quickly. What I have a problem with is you attacking him personally. You aren’t his friend, you don’t even know him, and you damn sure don’t know me. You try to make him feel insecure by saying that I don’t want to spend time with him. The two of you can argue and attack each other politically all you want, but leave personal lives out of it. I love my husband, and I will gladly kick your ass for him, Hamilton. He’d never physically attack you, he has too much control for that, I however was raised with six brothers and was taught to use my fists before my words.” You draw yourself up to your full height, and now look down your nose at the smaller man in front of you, “With all due respect Mister Hamilton, back off my husband.” You turn back towards Eliza, “Now that the unpleasant business of this evening is taken care of, why don’t we get a drink together”
Eliza grins, having never seen another person lecture her husband, “I would love to, do you think -”
“I think our husbands will be completely civil while we’re away. Right, Thomas?”
Thomas’ lips quirk up, “Of course, love. I’ll be a complete gentleman, we won’t even talk about work. How old is your son now, Hamilton?”
Feeling that the subject is safe enough, you and Eliza walk over toward the drinks, getting stopped several times to talk to the other cabinet members and their wives.
Alexander sips his own glass of wine, “Your wife is … definitely something”
“She’s amazing, best thing that ever happened to me” Thomas can’t seem to keep his eyes off her, even when she’s all the way across the room, “I had no idea she was going to do that by the way, Y/N has a mind of her own”
“She’s right though, I don’t know you well enough to attack you personally. Arguing about politics and country views is another thing, those we make public. Our wives, children, and home should be off limits. Deal?”
Alexander glances up at his rival, this time with a smirk on his face, “You know you’re totally whipped, man. She could get you to do anything she wanted, and you wouldn’t even notice.”
Thomas just grins, “She wouldn’t even have to try. I’d give her anything she wanted, and she’d fight a war to defend me, that’s just how she is. Once you have Y/N’s loyalty you have it for life, it’s worth its weight in gold and not something I ever want to lose”
“You’re a lucky man, Jefferson, to have found a woman like that. My Eliza is one of the best women I’ve ever met, she kind, and trusting, and she gave me Philip.” Alexander glances up at Thomas, “Do you have any children?”
“We had a daughter when we were first married, several years ago, but she died shortly after her birth. Y/N and I were devastated, decided to wait a little while before we had any more children. I hope she’s ready soon”
Alexander hums, “I’m sorry for your loss, Thomas. I wish you luck in having another child. I couldn’t imagine anything happening to Philip, much less any other children Eliza and I might have”
“Thank you, Alexander.” The two lapse into comfortable silence, watching their respective wives as they walk around the room, “This does not mean I will agree with anything you say in cabinet meetings”
“Damnit, Jefferson, we were having a moment”
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