a martyr in my bed || juli & leo
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In the year since he’d last seen his wife, he’d gone from just being a regular militiaman to becoming President Monroe’s right-hand, to becoming President Monroe. It’s been a wild year, honestly, but he’s been feeling her absence next to him every day of it. That’s why, in his last letter to her, he’d invited her to Philadelphia, so that he didn’t have to go another day without her here.
Honestly, Leo missed Juli almost as much as he missed his mother, so abruptly taken away from him without giving him a chance to say goodbye. It was a wound that cut deep, and he knew that without the last living part of his family, he’d go crazy trying to run the Republic by himself. He’d watched it happen to his father, how bad he’d gotten over the last however many years since Miles defected.
So, for his own well-being, Leo is eagerly awaiting the arrival of his wife, so that he could be the first to greet her on her way into the city. It shouldn’t be a surprise, then, that he’s ditched his security detail to hop up into the driver’s seat of the carriage next to her as a surprise.
“Hey, darling.”
