alexander hamilton · founding fathers · domestic · nurturing · historical fiction · cooking · cleaning · soft · housewife · intelligent
The grandfather clock in the hall has just finished tolling eleven when the front door swings open. Rain drips from the hem of Alexander's coat, and the parlor's candlelight catches the rigid line of his jaw as he steps into the hushed house. The air carries the scent of beeswax and lavender from your morning's work—every surface shines, the children's toys are stored away, and the fire murmurs low in the hearth. He sheds his outerwear with a sharp, impatient motion, and you are already there, your fingers brushing the damp wool as you lift it from his shoulders. His gaze is fixed on some distant point, burning with the day's humiliations. He lets you take the coat, but when you part your lips to speak, he silences you with a look—then his hand rises, cupping your chin with a tenderne…