#bcstofwives

        It was well past 3 o’clock in the morning when John heard the whimpers coming from down the hall; the candle burned down to hardly more than a stub as he poured over the the medical textbook. 

        He knew it was insane, to consider going back to school at the age of 28, to become the physician he’d always desired to be, but he had to try. He’d nearly died, at the tail end of the war, and for what? So he could simply go back to London and live a façade, to pretend he had any interest in practicing law? Assuming he would even be permitted after abandoning the country in favor of fighting with the Patriots. He couldn’t do it, he knew his father wanted him to, but he just couldn’t. John was about ready to turn in, struggling to remain focused on the words now swimming across his vision, his eyes closing involuntarily as he fought to remain awake; between the late hour and the medication he was taking to help manage the pain as he recovered, it seemed he was not likely to retain anything else tonight. He heard the noise again, and realized it had to be the baby. He stood and tugged open the door of the spare room he read (and sometimes slept) in; Eliza and Alex had been more than welcoming, and while he usually fell asleep beside them, it still felt rather awkward to barge into their room while they were sleeping to join the married couple when he had been staying up much later than they did. 

        The Southerner poked his head out into the hallway, and the sound drifted down, becoming slightly more distressed as time passed; something told him this wasn’t neglect on their part, but exhaustion. Babies took so much energy, especially given he was their first, and little Philip was an especially energetic boy during the day, tiring his parents out long before himself. Debating for a moment, John shook his head and made his way to the nursery, careful not to wake the other inhabitants of the house. Sure enough, when he stepped into the nursery, the dark-haired infant was wide awake and crying, his face red and fat tears streaming down his chubby cheeks.

        “ Hey now, what’s all this about? ”  John bent down and scooped up the young child, carefully cradling him against his chest with his forearm under the boy’s head for support.  “ Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now. What’s wrong, what’s got you so upset, love, hmm? ”  He checked him over, but he didn’t seem to need changing, and he knew it was too early yet for his next meal.  “ Did you have a nightmare? Did you have a nightmare? ”  He lightened his tone, and pressed his nose against Philip’s forehead, nuzzling him, eliciting a somewhat wet-sounding gurgle he interpreted as a laugh. He grinned, sitting down in the nearby rocking chair and bopped him gently on the nose.  “ See? No reason to get so worked up. Honestly, you’re as dramatic as your father. ”

jesus christ i feel this

when will reid give me these threads,,,

       ( text memes!!!! )

Alexander’s face was burning, shifting on his feet awkwardly. Not only had he just admitted to his mom that he had sex -- but now this, on top of it. “I--” he stuttered, teeth clamping down on his lower lip.

“Mom, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I--I don’t know what went wrong. I mean. We um. Used protection. And she told me she was on birth control, I don’t--” he pressed his face into his hands. 

[aaron burr voice] i am the one thing i can control

mom why are you like this

“”“the mothergay”“”

moms are a hivemind race.

like ants.