[ it's the sound of it she loves so much. the way his laugh echoes, though quiet, around her chest. he's happy, so happy, and she can't stand thinking of him dealing with a time, a moment, where he wasn't. she wants to protect him from it, to bring him in close and hold him there, where all he does is smile and all he does is laugh.
eliza's eyes close at the kiss to her temple, so warm and happy herself it's a little hard to handle. and then there's that comment, and eliza is grinning a bit herself, tilting her head back to look up and watch him organize. list out. figure where to begin and how to verbalize. ]
Of course. You were fighting a war when we had Phillip. Now you have the chance to be here. With me.
[ he straights, sits up, and eliza does the same. finds herself pulling off of where she'd been half over him, turning so that she can better watch him, listen. philip's little murmur has her distracted, briefly, wiping away some of the sleep from his eyes with a fond look before alexander starts.
and he does. just as she expected he would, he talks, and she feels as though she learns so much with every single word. and some of it hurts. some of it is so painful she can't even imagine. i never really thought about having a sibling being a good thing and eliza feels like she's been punched, gut wrenching. ]
Alexander- [ she reaches out, then, tucking some of his hair behind his ear, setting her hand against his cheek. there's so much she can say - about how his mother must have felt when she had him. about the joy of holding a child in your arms really feels. but alexander isn't done, and eliza can't bring herself to interrupt him again.
even when a soft gasp, a near sob, escapes her the moment he says someone who could take care of you, and give you the life you deserve. it's not as if she didn't know, because she did - she knew that alexander was willing to do whatever it takes for their nation, for washington, and that had been half the reason she had written him in the first place. why she had begged him to send alexander home.
you deserve a chance to meet your son
she runs her thumb across his cheek, seeing him grin down at philip despite how her chest hurts. that he could think that, that he could have gone through that without her, but he laughs and rubs at his eyes again and eliza reaches up, gently grabbing his wrist with her other hand, setting it down before reaching up to wipe away the tears that have settled on his cheeks, smiling as she leans forward to kiss the corner of his eye. ]
Alexander Hamilton, [ she kisses his temple, next. ] I love this brain of yours. [ his forehead, now. ] But I need you to know- [ now the tip of his nose, before she presses her forehead against his, ignoring (momentarily) the fussy noises from philip at the fact he's no longer the center of attention and he's not sure what his parents are doing. ]
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eliza's eyes close at the kiss to her temple, so warm and happy herself it's a little hard to handle. and then there's that comment, and eliza is grinning a bit herself, tilting her head back to look up and watch him organize. list out. figure where to begin and how to verbalize. ]
Of course. You were fighting a war when we had Phillip. Now you have the chance to be here. With me.
[ he straights, sits up, and eliza does the same. finds herself pulling off of where she'd been half over him, turning so that she can better watch him, listen. philip's little murmur has her distracted, briefly, wiping away some of the sleep from his eyes with a fond look before alexander starts.
and he does. just as she expected he would, he talks, and she feels as though she learns so much with every single word. and some of it hurts. some of it is so painful she can't even imagine. i never really thought about having a sibling being a good thing and eliza feels like she's been punched, gut wrenching. ]
Alexander- [ she reaches out, then, tucking some of his hair behind his ear, setting her hand against his cheek. there's so much she can say - about how his mother must have felt when she had him. about the joy of holding a child in your arms really feels. but alexander isn't done, and eliza can't bring herself to interrupt him again.
even when a soft gasp, a near sob, escapes her the moment he says someone who could take care of you, and give you the life you deserve. it's not as if she didn't know, because she did - she knew that alexander was willing to do whatever it takes for their nation, for washington, and that had been half the reason she had written him in the first place. why she had begged him to send alexander home.
you deserve a chance to meet your son
she runs her thumb across his cheek, seeing him grin down at philip despite how her chest hurts. that he could think that, that he could have gone through that without her, but he laughs and rubs at his eyes again and eliza reaches up, gently grabbing his wrist with her other hand, setting it down before reaching up to wipe away the tears that have settled on his cheeks, smiling as she leans forward to kiss the corner of his eye. ]
Alexander Hamilton, [ she kisses his temple, next. ] I love this brain of yours. [ his forehead, now. ] But I need you to know- [ now the tip of his nose, before she presses her forehead against his, ignoring (momentarily) the fussy noises from philip at the fact he's no longer the center of attention and he's not sure what his parents are doing. ]
How happy I am that you're alive right now.