[ but that's the funniest part about it, isn't it? because alexander hamilton has never been just alex. not since the moment eliza laid her eyes on him and her life was changed. it was never just alex, because it was always alexander. her alexander. that boy is mine.
and now it's alexander hamilton. now it's alexander and elizabeth hamilton. now it's alexander and elizabeth and phillip hamilton, the hamilton family, their family. and it's enough, for her, to have these moments walking back down the hallway together. she wants to reach for his elbow, his hand, but she looks over and sees phillip's peaceful, sleeping face, and eliza is just as content. ]
It's alright. [ she runs her hand along his upper arm, reassuring, because she does struggle to sleep when he isn't there. and they do argue often about it. but it's something she's come to expect - the arguing, the repetition - and while she would always rather he actually slept, it's not as though she doesn't know how important his work really is.
and then he starts talking (whispering, really, phillip still sleeping quietly in his arms) and eliza just smiles, leading him back into their bedroom and walking over to her side of the bed, reaching out so that he can hand her phillip while he gets in himself. ]
It over, and we won. [ he won, they won, and finally they are free. free to create, to build, to settle, to live. she is immensely proud of alexander, proud to be his wife, to be the one who was able to put that look on his face.
but eliza, for as much as she dreams and knows and understands, she also knows that alexander is only human, and needs to sleep. and maybe that last page of macbeth can wait for the morning. maybe that last page of notes can hold on one more day. ]
And now we get to raise our child in this new country.
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and now it's alexander hamilton. now it's alexander and elizabeth hamilton. now it's alexander and elizabeth and phillip hamilton, the hamilton family, their family. and it's enough, for her, to have these moments walking back down the hallway together. she wants to reach for his elbow, his hand, but she looks over and sees phillip's peaceful, sleeping face, and eliza is just as content. ]
It's alright. [ she runs her hand along his upper arm, reassuring, because she does struggle to sleep when he isn't there. and they do argue often about it. but it's something she's come to expect - the arguing, the repetition - and while she would always rather he actually slept, it's not as though she doesn't know how important his work really is.
and then he starts talking (whispering, really, phillip still sleeping quietly in his arms) and eliza just smiles, leading him back into their bedroom and walking over to her side of the bed, reaching out so that he can hand her phillip while he gets in himself. ]
It over, and we won. [ he won, they won, and finally they are free. free to create, to build, to settle, to live. she is immensely proud of alexander, proud to be his wife, to be the one who was able to put that look on his face.
but eliza, for as much as she dreams and knows and understands, she also knows that alexander is only human, and needs to sleep. and maybe that last page of macbeth can wait for the morning. maybe that last page of notes can hold on one more day. ]
And now we get to raise our child in this new country.