Epilogue
Alexander tore through the office and picked up strays along the way. By the time he was in front of Thomas’s office, Angelica, Lafayette, Hercules, Aaron, James, Peggy, and Maria were with Alexander.
Alexander slammed open the door and tried not to laugh as Thomas jumped three feet in the air in alarm.
“We are staging an intervention,” Aaron says, finally done with Thomas’s shit.
“You’ve been working non-stop for the past couple of weeks,” Angelica said, warily eyeing the pile of unfinished paperwork by the president’s side.
“You’ve been writing too much. And that’s coming from me,” Alex said, arms crossed and tone leaving no room for argument. Thomas rolls his eyes from where Alex couldn’t see.
“We planned a vacation to your manor in Monticello with Alex,” Hercules said.
Thomas opens his mouth to protest but has no time to speak as Peggy and Maria throw him out of the office.
“You will work yourself to death, mon ami. Alex has been bothering us this entire time,” Lafayette said, pinching Alex’s side. The omega protests but is shut up quickly when he sees Thomas start to argue.
“I’m literally the president,” Jefferson protests, knowing that it’s futile.
“I’ll take care of that as vice-president,” James counters.
“But Alex runs the treasury,” Thomas said, grasping for excuses.
“I made sure to teach Peggy and Maria how to run finances for situations like these,” Alex said, the two said women saluting to show they knew what to do.
“But the meetings with the ambassadors?” Thomas said, clearly already defeated.
“Me and Aaron can take care of that,” Angelica said, waving him off.
“You don’t know French,” Thomas mumbled.
“Then I will make sure nothing happens. That was a terrible argument and you know it,” Lafayette scoffs.
“What about Lucy and William?” Thomas protested weakly, already turning to leave.
They had ended up having twins, one boy and one girl. Lucy and William were now 4 years old and loved by everyone who met them.
George and Martha had nearly cried when the 2 children had called them grandma and grandpa.
“Martha and George offered to babysit them for a week. The kids were ecstatic.” Maria says,
Thomas sighs and looks down at his short omega.
“Something tells me you're already packed,” the alpha said to Alex, hugging him close.
“Yup!” Alex exclaimed, popping the p.
The bubbly omega drags Thomas to the limo waiting outside and the unwilling alpha allows himself to be dragged in.
“I hate you,” Thomas grumbled, pulling Alex into his lap after laying down on the long seat.
Alex laughs and presses a kiss to Thomas’s cheek.
“I love you, too. Now go to sleep, you’re dead tired,” Alex chides, pulling a blanket out of nowhere over both of them.
“The hell did that blanket come from?” Thomas slurred, eyes already closed and half asleep.
“Does it matter?” Alex retorts. He is answered by a light snore.
Alex just smiles, curling impossibly closer into the warmth of his alpha’s chest.
“This place is so big. It never ceases to amaze me,” Alex whispers in awe when they finally reach the house.
“I can show you something bigger,” Thomas purrs, sliding behind Alexander, nipping at his throat.
Alex rolls his eyes. “2 Jeffersons are enough. Do you really want to deal with midnight craving and swollen ankles again? Oh right, you didn’t. I did.”
“I gave you massages and had to drive to the store to get you the food, I wasn’t totally useless!” Thomas responds, offended. “Besides, most of that chaotic energy comes from you.”
“Nice to see that you're feeling yourself again,” Alexander says dryly.
“I always feel like myself when my beautiful mate is with me.” Thomas declares.
“Beautiful? Are you on cocaine?” Alexander said, a blush rising on his cheeks.
“You're blushing,” Thomas singsongs.
“Shut up,” Alex huffs, the blush intensifying as he was caught.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. I won’t tell a soul that the great Alexander Hamilton can be swayed so easily. Then everybody would be after you. And you, my dear, are mine,” Thomas teases, kissing his omega on the tip of his nose.
Alexander flushes but smiles slightly when Thomas insists on taking the bags inside like a gentleman.
Alex starts up the stairs but almost slips on the ice. He shrieks but is caught by his alpha.
“Falling for me all over again, I see?” Thomas said, barely controlling his laughter.
“My hero,” Alex says, swooning and falling further into Jefferson’s arms.
Thomas couldn’t hold it anymore, he laughs and holds Alexander close. He marvels at the way their wedding band glints against the sun on Alexander’s skin.
“I can stay like this for the rest of my life,” Thomas whispers.
“I’ll hold you to it,” Alexander says, grinning.
The couple share a quick kiss in the autumn chill as their laughter rings across the barren land.