The Election
“The election results, folks! Get your news here!” A mail boy yells, waving a newspaper around
On the front page was the bold title, ‘Recently elected President Thomas Jefferson marries Secretary Hamilton and announces that there is a child on the way.”
Earlier that week
“Every action has its equal opposite reaction. John Adams shat the bed; I love the guy, but he’s in traction. Poor Alexander Hamilton, he is missing in action. So now I’m facing Aaron Burr with his own faction,” Thomas drawls in front of the press.
As he exits the stage after his campaigning speech, James greets him at the door.
“Burr is very attractive in the North, New Yorkers like his chances,” James says evenly.
“He’s not very forthcoming on any particular stances and besides, he only entered to spite Adams. He doesn’t truly want to win,” Thomas says.
And it was true. After Adams fired Hamilton, Burr decided he would run for president just to piss him off.
If he somehow got ahead of Thomas in the race, the plan was for him to drop out.
Aaron didn’t want the presidency. He had a 3 year old daughter, Theodosia. He didn’t want to miss a single thing she did growing up and presidential matters would take up too much of his time.
“He’s doing well ignoring questions. Ask him a question, it glances off, he obfuscates, he dances,” Madison notes.
Thomas chuckles. “And they say I’m a Francophile, at least they know I know where France is.”
James shakes his head. “Thomas, that’s the problem; see, they see Burr as a less extreme you. You need to change course, a key endorsement might redeem you.”
Thomas frowns. “What are you talking about?”
“What does everyone in this nation believe?” James prompts.
When Thomas remains silent, James continues. “They all think that Alexander Hamilton hates you. So if you get your fiancé to promote you…”
“….I get the presidential seat of power and we don’t have to raise suspicion by having Aaron drop out.” Thomas finishes.
“Exactly,” comes a voice from behind them.
They see Burr standing and smiling at them as he makes his way off the stage.
Thomas shakes hands with the man before turning to leave.
“I have to be on my way. Alexander is going to kill me when he finds out I forgot to do the laundry again,” Thomas says solemnly.
James and Aaron laugh and shoo him off.
Thomas climbs into his car and finally allows himself to smile.
He was going to win this election and get married to the love of his life.
He knocks on the door to hear a muffled, ‘Coming!’
Alexander opens the door and tilts his head back all the way to look Thomas in the eye.
Thomas smirks at the small omega as Alexander scowls at him.
“Get in, you fucking tree,” Alexander grumbles.
Thomas chuckles and enters the house.
“So, about the election-” Thomas starts.
“Ah, ah, ah. No. Stop worrying about it.” Alexander tutted, cutting him off.
Thomas shook his head with a blinding grin.
“No. I figured out how to win. We’re going to get married,” Thomas says, picking Alexander up and spinning him around.
Alexander shrieks in surprise only for it to fade into laughter at the sheer joy on Thomas’s face.
Once Thomas puts Alexander down, he asks, “What’s your secret weapon?”
Thomas flops onto the couch and undos his tie with practiced ease. “That’s the best part, darlin. It’s you.”
Alexander blinks. “What?”
Thomas pulls him into his lap and explains. “Everyone thinks we hate each other, right? So if you vote for me, it’ll seem like the obvious decision if you chose your enemy over your closest friend.”
Alexander nods slowly. “Is Aaron ok with this?”
“He’s one of the reasons I got the idea.” Thomas responds.
Alexander grins. “I’m going to go type up a statement, ok?”
Thomas nods before he finally smells the tantalizing smell of pie.
“Doll, are you baking pies for Mary and Eliza’s house warming tonight or am I delusional?” Thomas questions.
Alexander jumps up with alarm. “Shit, shit, fuck, shit. They’re going to burn.”
He sprints to the kitchen leaving a wheezing Thomas behind on the couch.
“Did you save them from the burning heat of the oven, sweetheart?” Thomas calls, laughter clear in his voice.
“For your information, yes, I saved them. And I made extra for us but if you don’t want it, I suppose I don’t need to share,” Alexander singsongs.
Thomas places a hand on his heart and looks at Alexander from where he was taking pies out of the oven with betrayal. “You wouldn’t.”
Alexander stares him dead on the eye. “Try me.”
Thomas snorts. “You’re too fucking tiny to eat all that.”
“Shut the hell up, Jefferson.”
Thomas chuckles fade into a sigh when he sees the notifications blow up on his phone.
“I‘ll be in my office if you need me,” Thomas calls.
“Ok, I’m going to be working on my paper on one of the tables in the library,” Alexander calls back.
“Google, set a reminder at 7 to get ready for Eliza’s party,” Thomas calls.
They didn’t buy an Alexa in case of confusion between the Alexa and Alexander.
“Reminder is already set,” the automated female voice says back.
“I already did it,” Alexander says.
Thomas hums as he makes his way across the house to the office.
Thomas was almost falling asleep when Alexander’s voice came ringing into his office.
“I finished the article. My editor is reading through and it should be up by tomorrow in the New York Times and news,” Alexander says.
Before Thomas can respond, Google's voice says; “Get ready for Eliza’s party. Get ready for Eliza’s party.”
“Google, stop.” Thomas says, rubbing his temples.
The alpha gets up and enters his room to change.
He leaves feeling more refreshed than before and frowns when he sees Alexander. He places his hand on the omega’s forehead to check for a fever.
“Are you ok? Your forehead is hot. Do you feel sick? I can tell Eliza if you feel sick, she and Mary will understand,” Thomas fretted.
Alexander smiles weakly. “I’m fine, love, lets go.”
Thomas gives him a look. “If it gets worse, we come back.”
“Deal,” Alexander reluctantly agreed.
Alexander ends up throwing up at the party and nearly fainting.
Thomas carried him home along with a bag full of medicine, candy, hot packs, and get well soon food.
He lays him down on their bed, laying next to him.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Thomas asked, pulling Alexander close to him.
Alexander looked slightly better when he smelt Thomas’s scent. “I feel better.”
Thomas thinks. “What do you think you’re down with?”
Alexander sighs against his neck. “Actually, I know what’s happening.”
Thomas blinks in surprise. “What is it?”
“I was going to tell you after the election to stop you from worrying more but I’m pregnant. I have three positive pregnancy tests in the bathroom to attest for it.” Alexander mumbles.
Thomas froze.
For a second, Alexander panics.
“If you don’t want the child, it’s ok, I think Laf and Herc want to adopt. I want the kid but if you aren’t comfortable, they can raise them so that they’re close but not like-” Alexander rambles, cut off when Thomas places a hand on his stomach.
He looks up to see a look of wonder on the alpha’s face as he touches his stomach.
“I’m going to be a dad,” Thoma whispers.
“Yup. And I’m gonna be a mom.” Alexander jokes.
Thomas nuzzles his neck. “You’re gonna be the best mama there is.”
Alexander cracks a smile. “Mama?”
“That’s what I called my mother,” Thomas explains.
Alexander kisses Thomas’s cheek. “I love it but I’m pretty sure I’m going to be a papa.”
Thomas nods. “Sounds good, mama it is.”
Alexander snorts in amusement. “We’ll let the kid decide.”
Thomas presses a kiss to the top of Alexander’s nose. “If it makes you feel better about being a mom.”