Epilogue
“Philip Stephen Hamilton-Jefferson, if you don’t come here right this instant, I swear I’m going to-” Alexandra yells up the stairs.
“Coming!” Philip says, cutting her off. “Angelica, let’s go we’re gonna be late to school!”
“On my way,” Angelica calls back.
Alexandra huffs.
She sits down on the couch, her third pregnancy taking a toll on her body.
Philip was one year older than Angelica and the two were going to 2 and 1 grade respectively.
It had been 10 years since George Washington shot Thomas during the exchange because he thought he killed Alexandra.
Thomas recovered fully though sometimes needed a cane to walk.
It had been 9 years since they won the gang war with King and could finally leave normal lives.
George King had been killed after Alexandra shot him right in his heart.
It had been 8 years since Thomas and Alexandra got married.
7 since they settled down and started a family.
And the two couldn’t be happier.
Thomas finally comes down the stairs from his study, the two kids rushing past him.
“Jesus, slow down,” Thomas mutters as he nearly falls down the stairs.
“Sorry, dad!” The two call as they grab their pieces of toast and rush to the bus stop.
“Why’d you wake ‘em up so late?” Thomas asked, his Southern accent ten times stronger with his exhaustion.
“I didn’t. They have your habit of sleeping through their alarms and me yelling at them,” Alexandra counters.
Thomas hums, eyes barely open to kiss Alexandra’s lips.
He misses and kisses her cheek but seems it close enough.
Alexandra watches slightly amused as Thomas grabs a cup of coffee before returning to her side.
He takes a sip and sighs at the bitter flavor. “Coffee, how I’ve missed you.”
Alexandra swats his arm. “If you slept, you’d be fine.”
Thomas groans. “Stop bullying me and just give me cuddles.”
He peppers several kisses in quick succession to Alexandra’s neck, a trick that never seemed to fail in making her laugh.
Thomas had been working diligently to pass a bill for the past 3 days.
But now that he finished his proposal, he had a 5 day vacation.
“I can’t wait to go to New York,” Thomas murmurs.
Alexandra laughs. “Last time we went, you kept wanting to come back here, to Monticello.”
Thomas sighs, leaning against Alexandra’s side. “That was before I had kids to show off the penthouse too.”
Alexandra gives him a pointed look. “You can’t spoil them this much.”
Thomas cracks open an eye to look at her. “Why not? We give generous donations to alerte foundations, work at countless charities, and we’re constantly trying to change laws to benefit the people. We literally have billions of dollars we have no fucking close what to do with, not including the kids trusts finds that I regret giving the passcode to everyone else for. What the hell is a kid gonna do with 3 million dollars for their first birthday, Lexi?”
Alexandra purses her lips. “Fine, I’ll let you spoil them a little. If they grow up to be rich douchebags like you, though, I will personally see to it that they are cut off.”
“Philip literally took off his $200 shoes and gave them to a kid on the streets that didn’t have any. Angelica invited practically half of Virginia’s homeless to her last birthday party. I think they’ll be fine,” Thomas drawls.
Alexandra sighs. “I know, it’s just-ah!”
Alexandra cris out and clutches her stomach.
Thomas immediately grabs her to steady her and asks urgently, “What’s wrong? Doctor or ER?”
Alexandra winces. “Nothing, just another braxton hicks.”
Thomas ponders over it thoughtfully. “You’ve been having a lot of those. Do you think the baby’s coming?”
Alexandra thinks. “He is due within this week, most likely tomorrow. I wouldn’t find it unlikely.”
Thomas suddenly has a far away look in his eyes.
“What?” Alexa asks.
Thomas opens and closes his mouth, trying to find the right words.
“10 years. 10 years of having you. Something, someone I didn’t think I could have. We have a family. Kids. And they don’t hate me. I haven’t fucked this up yet and sometimes I’m waiting for that moment. The moment I break and everything goes to shit. But I look at you and everything’s suddenly ok. I can’t believe we got here,” Thomas says, clearly being sincere.
Alexandra smiles.
“You aren’t going to fuck this up Thomas. You’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. I love you, Thomas Jefferson. And you better get used to it.”
Thomas smiles at her.
“I love you too, darlin.”