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mun.
call me sarah or dad! i’m 18 && fine with whichever pronouns you feel most comfortable with. i’m currently a senior in high school, && i don’t have a plan beyond that. eastern standard time (utc−04:00)
“I was hoping the house would be an absolute disaster once I got home from my business trip…”
It had been quite a long time since he was actually able to settle down away from the Senate’s chair and be with his wife and daughter. However, the state of his house wasn’t something he was fond of. It wasn’t a disaster just things misplaced here and there as Burr was a stickler for tidiness.
❝—- just as i was hoping that my darling husband would first comment on the state of the house rather than, oh, perhaps how glad he is to see me ? ❞ a stern look was delivered to him. it was more than a touch difficult to keep the household to aaron’s standards when the mysterious illness that plagued her had become more && more prevalent, not to mention that she was singlehandedly raising their daughter. her face carried five more years than it had the last time she had seen her husband. there was a momentary pause, then a quiet sigh as theodosia’s arms wrapped around him && she hid her face in his chest. ❝—- i’ll tidy up tomorrow. ❞