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HamHam isn't sleeping and WashingDad is not ok with it

Alexander yawned but kept his eyes open. He couldn't sleep. Wouldn't sleep.

He sighed and slumped his head back with a sigh. Letting his quill drop on the paper. He really needs to finish these letters to congress.

Besides, nothing good ever comes from sleep. Only the memories. The memories he wishes he could just forget.

He was startled by someone knocking on the door of his office.

"Come in." He mumbled sleepily. Not even being able to open his eyes fully.

Washington entered the office. Noticing the tired look in his right-hand man's eyes.

"Alexander." He called out.

"Hm?" Alex mumbled.

"Are you alright son?" George asked. Pulling up a seat next to his boy.

"Yea," Alex replied softly.

'Nope. He is absolutely not ok. He let me call him son.' George thought.

"Don't lie to me, Alexander," George ordered. Reaching his hand over to check Alexander's forehead. He didn't seem to be sick. Yet.

"I'm fineeeee," Hamilton whined. Swatting George's hand away playfully.

George chuckled and started carding his fingers through the younger man's hair.

Alex sighed happily at the gentle gesture. Letting himself close his eyes for a minute before opening them once again and finally making eye contact with his father figure.

"When was the last time you slept?" George asked softly. Continuing to tread his fingers through Alexander's long locks.

Alex shrugged. 'When was the last time I slept?' He wondered to himself.

George sighed and Hamilton frowned. He didn't mean to disappoint his general.

"That's-...Alexander, you have to sleep. The war is still going strong I can't have my right-hand man falling ill!" George exclaimed. Stopping the movement with his hand and putting it onto his lap.

Alexander looked down in shame. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

George's eyes softened slightly. "Why aren't you sleeping, son?"

Alexander gulped but replied, "Nightmares." He mumbled. It was a stupid excuse. He wasn't a child.

All anger George felt drained. Replaced by sorrow. He knew a bit about his right-hand man's history, and he knew it wasn't pretty.

His hand returned to the comforting motion atop Alexander's head. Which caused Alex to exhaled with relief. At least George wasn't mad at him.

"Son, you really do need to sleep," Washington whispered.

Hamilton shook his head, "Noooo." he muttered under his breath. Turning his body so he was facing his father and letting his head fall to rest against the bigger man's shoulder. Nuzzling into the warmth.

George smiled at his boy. Continuing the motion with his hand till he felt Alexander's breath's against his neck even out.

George slowly picked up the boy and put him in his cot (That's what it's called right? Whatever, the bed thing that they had back then)

With a fatherly kiss on the boy's forehead, George made a move to exit the room but was interrupted by Alexander grabbing his wrist and whimpering. The boy cracked his eyes open slightly.

"...dad...don't go..." He called out, voice barely above a whisper.

George sighed but alas, pulled a chair over and sat next to where his son was sleeping. "Not going anywhere, son." He replied softly.

Alexander smiled again and closed his eyes once more. This time George didn't move. Just sat there and watched his boy.

After some time George stood again, pulling his hand away from Alexander's grasp. Causing another whimper.

George leaned over, "I'll be right back son, just need to grab something, I promise." He whispered. As he placed another fatherly kiss on Alexander's forehead.

A few minutes after George left Alexander's eyes shot open. He let out a strained sob-like noise and then a whimper as he looked around desperately for his father.

George reappeared with a few papers in his hand but dropped them when he saw his son's wide, scared eyes.

"Hey hey, it's alright son. I'm here. Nothing is gonna hurt you."

Alex gulped and grabbed his father's hand. Clutching it tightly to his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

"Shush my boy, nothing to be sorry for. Go back to sleep, I promise I'll be right here when you wake up."

Hamilton nodded hesitantly and laid back down. Slowly closing his eyes. Letting out another sigh of content, a small smile came to his face as he gripped his father's hand.

Hamilton slept that whole night. Waking up to see George still next to him, as he promised, sound asleep. Alexander smiled.

He sat up in his bed and gently shook George awake. "Sir. Sir! Wake up." He called out.

George opened his eyes, yawning before his eyes met Alex's. "Good morning. How'd you sleep, son?"

"Notcha son." Alexander snapped back, a small smile on his face.

George returned the smile and pulled his son into his arms.

"I'm so proud of you son." He mumbled.

Alexander would never admit it, but he may have teared up a bit. It's been so long since someone told him they were proud of him.

"Thanks." He replied. A small smile came to his face. "And, thank you, for...you know."

George chuckled, "Anytime my boy."

And for the first time since he was a child, Alexander felt safe.

IM SORRY, THIS TURNED OUT SO BAD. I hope you enjoyed it even though this is by far the worst one I've written.

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