!!Warning!!

(Y/N POV)

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept... huit neuf."

"Try not to say it as 'huit neuf' altogether, Phil, it makes it seem like a whole number." I tutored him.
"Eighty-nine!" Angelica chanted.
"That's right!" I chuckled. "Although... not exactly. Eighty-nine is-"
"Quatre-vingt-neuf." Frances was scanning through a book, one that Eliza had advised her to read.
"Who taught you that, Frances?"
"Papa." She was never hesitant in referring to Alexander as her own father.

Bonnie had her foot perched on the top of my foot whilst Betsey was curled up against Frances on the couch. For trained hunting dogs, the two were not in the slightest bit harmful to a human. In fact, the children adored them. They knew that the instant Alexander were to walk into the room, they had to be on their very best behaviour. They would come crashing down from the couch and sit patiently in the floor. Nevertheless they also knew that with me around, they were free to do as they so pleased.

"So un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf." Philip corrected himself.
"Good! Now do you want to try it along with the scale that Mother taught you?"
"Sure..."
I played the scale, starting at E and ending at B. I sang each number with its designated note, whilst Philip followed after me.

"Well done!" I congratulated. "Perhaps you're even better than me!"
"That's not true." he admitted, pulling a sheet of music out from his pile. Despite being only 7 years of age, his ability to read sheet music effectively was at the very least impressive. He could register a note merely from glancing at it. "You'll always be better than me."
"You're great, Philip!" Angelica exclaimed.
He smiled for a second. "Thank you."

"SOPHIE!!" Junior sprinted into the living room, clambering over the arm of the couch. He huddled against my leg. "James won't leave me alone!"
I checked over at the small boy who toddled over to chase after his brother. "He only wants to play, Junior-"
"I DON'T WANT TO PLAY!!"

"Stop screaming!" Philip grunted.
"You stop being a big fat dick!!"
Frances and Angelica gasped simultaneously.
"JUNIOR!" I screeched. "Where on earth did you hear that?!!"
"Papa says it when he's angry!!"
"That does not grant you the right to say it, Junior, it's a bad word! Don't let me hear you say that again!"

"What is all of this uproar about?" Alexander entered into the room, indicating for Betsey to leave the comforts of the couch immediately. He adjusted his glasses and intently scanned a letter, taking a seat beside Frances.
"Nothing." I dismissed. "You can practice for now if you would like to, Philip."

James giggled hysterically in his attempt to drag Junior along by his sleeve. Junior resisted this, clinging desperately to the edge of the piano. Philip rolled his eyes and presented himself with a copy of 'Piano Sonata No. 16 in C Major'. He wasn't the most talented pianist but tried his utter hardest; his ambition was what drove him, just like his father. As for Junior, it was his temper.

I snuck up behind Alexander and leaned over to observe what he was reading. "Washington tells me that we have our first cabinet meeting tonight." he confessed.
"With Jefferson?"
"With Jefferson."
I sighed, placing my chin on his shoulder. "He doesn't seem like the kindest of men."
"We can't know until we have tried, Sophie. I am sure that Jefferson will make for an honourable gentleman."

I scoffed. "You don't yet know what I know."
"That is?"
"...He insulted you." I did not want to take Philip inbetween all of this so I weaved myself into the story. "During your first dance with Eliza, I went over to introduce myself. He knew of my reputation, critisized that I had taken part in the war and mocked your liveliness."

"He does not yet know us completely, Sophie."
"Then I would like to know him."
"Hm?"
"I want to come to the cabinet meeting with you."

Alexander shook his head. "First a war and now this."
"Come on, Alex-!"
"You were a woman living in a man's world, now is the time to get your head away from those childish fantasies and live to reality!"
"The President likes me!"
"But the President does not want a woman contributing to such an important matter!"

"Let me come with you!"
"No!"

~

"She insisted."

Washington chuckled at Alexander. He had acted like an irritated toddler who could not get his own way. I bared a smug face, interlocking my arm securely in with his.

"How could I ever refuse someone so intuitive?" Washington questioned. "You aided us with your tactics in the war. Perhaps you can bring attention to the ideas raised here today."
"But no speaking aloud." Alexander warned.
"You still treat me like that child lost in the midst of a battlefield, Alexander, I am grown!" I joked.
"Alas I still see that child regardless of the growth you have endured!"

"Oh! Mr and Miss Hamilton, may I make your acquaintance with Mr James Madison and Mr Thomas Jefferson! I believe you could have possibly met already?" Washington introduced us.
Instead of at Alexander, Jefferson immediately stared at me. "That is correct." he confirmed. It was difficult to maintain eye contact with someone so high in authority, therefore I exchanged a glance with Madison, instead.

"Good evening, Miss." He kissed my hand. Suddenly, he turned and coughed into a napkin, rather quickly drawing it from beneath his pocket. "My sincerest apologies..."
"No need for an apology!" I set aside.
"And Mr Hamilton, Sir." Using his other hand, Madison greeted Alexander. Jefferson watched, almost in disgust.
"Mr Madison."

"Well, it would be a pleasure to invite you inside!" We were currently in a small room, fitting roughly 20 others inside. A large door led into another, which is where I assumed that the meeting was bound to take place. And indeed it was. Washington gestured his hands towards those doors, leading Madison in that direction.

Before we could move, Jefferson leaned down into my ear; I wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't have bared such a revolting breath. "Watch your mouth in there, Hamilton. Words can speak much about one's persona and I wouldn't want to get a wrong idea about you."

Jefferson trailed behind Madison, lunging one hand into his pocket.