#temperedfinest

Seated at his desk, Alexander’s eyes shielded by a pair of spectacles perched upon a strong nose grazes over a paper. A long one, the student knew his tastes, worked to shape their argument for something Alexander liked. It was a tactic he was accustomed to with college students, trying to get his favor by kissing up. It was something he’d begun to write a comment about when a knock came to his door. “Come in.” He called, the classroom wasn’t the largest, and he shouldn’t have been there as late as he was, his class had ended nearly an hour ago. When he glances up to see Eliza standing there his brow furrows slightly, but he smiles none the less. 

“Now aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He says, grin beginning to turn his lips, but just as quickly its falling away as she hovers away from him. Worry ascends his features, etching its way into the lines to carve out his emotions. He isn’t given a chance to respond so he nods deftly at her as she begins speaking. And as she comes to a close Alexander is thankful he’s already seated. For his knees are weak and his heart is in his throat by the time she’s finished. By the time she tells him she’s pregnant. That she’s pregnant with his child. 

Fear grips him before anything, choking him as if he has a noose around his neck and he’s thrown from the gallows, body dangling. Grips him like a vice, tearing into his flesh and ripping him apart with his insecurities. He doesn’t speak can’t, it takes a moment of him staring, mouth open, agape and eyes wide, pen once in his hand has fallen to his desk, clattering lightly but he can’t hear it above his pulse in his ears. 

“I just----I need a moment.” He replies, letting out a breath as he works through the initial panic, hand rakes through his hair, inky locks falling back around his face after he pushes his fingers through the tie. The pull from the tie grounding him. He stands, hands holding his weight on the desk as he looks at her, tries to find a difference, tries to see the curve of stomach. But it was too early still, it had to be. 

#ben is  !!!!!!!!!!! my father !!!!!!!!!!!

#dad-husband#but more grandpa than anything

#ben is my dad i love following my dad #follow my gay founding father loving dad

frances didn’t often think herself a clumsy woman. she thought she was rather well put together. the thought of her being a stable and well-put-together woman were all but dashed when she dropped all of her books in front of a stranger as she was on her way to the park. “ oh, goodness! i do apologize, madam. i hope i’m not too much of an obstacle, “ frances forced a polite smile on her face as she bent down to retrieve her items. upon standing up and fully realizing who the woman was, her eyes lit up. “ oh! you must be miss elizabeth schuyler! i have heard so much about you, madam. i am sincerely sorry for getting in your way on this fine day, “ frances curtsied—rather, she curtsied as well as she could with books in both arms. a flustered smile rose to her face.