Hamilton x Reader

Lafayette x Reader - Turn Around

   "Go then! It seems you care a lot more about France and the war than you do about me!" You screamed at your husband before feeling a wave of dizziness as you collapsed into your chair. He would have walked over in concern if he wasn't so pissed at you, "You do not understand! You never understand! Of course I would love to stay here with you but yes we are in the middle of a war! I am not just fighting for France I am fighting for America as well." "But what about me! You come back for a day not to be with me but to inform me you'll be gone until the war is won?! Hamilton went home to be with his wife-!" "Hamilton was informed Elizabeth is pregnant of course he went to go see her-" "So I have to be pregnant for you to come home to be with your wife?! If so then why did you come home at all. Do you not care for me at all?" You were in tears as you got up and looked at him, your face red and burning. He took a deep breath, turned around and walked out the door. You collapsed back into your chair and sobbed into your arms. You coughed and hacked feeling weaker with every breath.

   As he walked out the door he heard you collapse and heard the sobbing from behind the door. He was heartbroken and he wished he would have gotten over himself and walked back in. But he kept walking, he left.

   Every morning after you woke and stared at the emptiness beside you. You conjured him up in your mind and imagined he was beside you once again. His large mass of curls spread out amongst the pillow, his adorable smile and his eyes, half open and tired. You began to cry as your image slowly faded from your mind and once again he was no longer there.

   He woke up the day after the argument and rolled over, looking at the various men sleeping beside him. He too felt the emptiness beside him and saw you lying there. Your (h/l) (h/c) in a mess on top of your head, your beautiful smile that shone brighter than the sun. Your eyes wide open and looking at him like she had just sat there for hours seeing him in his peaceful state. He reached out for your slightly and watched as the image of you faded away and the image of you in tears in front of him. He remembered the whole thing and wished he had calmed himself down. He held her and assured her he would be home one day and he would dedicate his life to her as he said at your wedding all those years ago.

   You were alone as you got up out of bed, being hit with major dizziness and nausea. You stumbled down the stairs, by some miracle not falling and going to the kitchen for a glass of water. You grabbed a glass from the cabinet, your dizziness becoming so intense that you collapsed. You heard the glass shatter on the floor as you slowly slipped out of consciousness. You never found out who found you there on the floor and how long it was before they got you to the apothecary  but all you knew was that you were there. You laid there in one of the many beds they had. They informed you of your Leukemia and asked if you had any living relatives who would want to see you before you died. You informed them of Lafayette, the only person of your family to still be living. You parent's had died not too long ago and you happened to be an only child. Your parents were only children as well and needless to say your grandparents were no long around as well. As they rushed off to get the news to your husband you wondered if he would make it before you passed or if he would even come back. After all the war was indeed more important. You just didn't want to admit it.

   "Monsiuer Lafayette, We must talk, this is urgent." The messenger called, Lafayette had been chatting with Laurens but seeing as this was urgent he pardoned himself and followed. "We've just been informed your wife..." the messenger paused and inhaled sharply. "Has been diagnosed with Leukemia and will not survive. I'm so sorry sir." He said, heavy heartedly. Lafayette stood there motionless he swear he felt his heart rip in half. He suddenly sprinted past the messenger and hopped on his horse. He had no time to lose, he needed to see you before you died. He was in his greatest battle yet, the battle against the clock.

   You stared at the wall, the only thing you had in the room to look at. The hours passed by long and unbearably painful. You began to fear Lafayette was truly not coming back. You would never know if he did.

   He rode as fast as he could not stopping for anything, after long painful hours he finally made it to New York. He hopped off his horse and ran through the streets desperately trying to remember where the Apothecary was.

   You felt the life slowly draining from your being. You felt weaker and weaker by the second and your vision began to cloud over. It was like a piece of wet cloth slowly being squeezed out.

   He finally found the small building and charged inside. "Where is she?!" He screamed at the nurse sitting out front. "Monsiuer Lafayette please come with me, she's down the hall this way. She's been waiting for your return." He was crying at this point just wishing he had made it in time. But just as the nurse reached the room she froze. "I-I" She was unable to say anything. He pushed her out of the way and barged in the room. He stopped.

   You heard him barge through the front door of the apothecary. "Was that him?" You thought to yourself. Excited to see your husband one last time." But as the footsteps drew closer and closer to your room you listened as your heart rate slowed. And suddenly your were overwhelmed by a darkness.

   He fell to his knees as he heard the heart monitor's loud flatline. You laid there, pale and motionless. Your eyes slightly open and clouded over. Even in death he thought you looked beautiful. He slowly got up and walked over to your lifeless body. Tears were pouring from his eyes and he began to sob. He grabbed your ice cold hand and held it. He opened up your hand and placed it on his cheek, it was nothing like before. The cold shocked him and he could clearly feel the lumpiness of your hand. He let go of your hand and left, unable to look at you any longer. The nurse stood outside, giving him a look of sympathy. "I'm so sorry for your loss sir..." She told him. He just walked passed her and went home. He walked in and looked around, seeing the broken glass on the floor of the kitchen, then he went upstairs and saw the bed, still open and disheveled like you had gotten up from it minutes before. He collapsed beside the bed and sobbed for what seemed like hours. You looked at him from behind and gently grazed your hand along his back, lovingly. He looked around back at you, startled. You smiled at him. He reached his hand out and grasped yours. He knew it wasn't real but he felt your warm hand there in his. You had blushed and looked up at him. He pulled you into his arms and buried his head in your neck. You ran your hand up and down his back, tracing up and down his spine in a comforting way. He moved out from in your neck and leaned down, locking his lips with yours. You closed your eyes and felt yourself melt into him as you had so many times before. He felt your lips leave his and you were no longer there when he opened his eyes. His hands fell limp to his sides and he looked down. "Why didn't I turn back." He asked himself aloud.