After calming down an enraged Thomas, I opened the door that led to relaxation and paradise.
I could almost taste the desire I had to flop onto the couch, and that's exactly what I did. The comfort surrounded my body and pulled me in. My dad wasn't home, so I could fully relax.
I groaned. Why couldn't anyone just leave me alone for one day?!
A pained expression on my face, I slowly got up as the knocks began to sound more frantic. I figured it was Thomas, and he knew me well enough to know that I take relaxation very seriously.
I opened the door, indignation evident on my face. "Thomas, I told you--Alexander?"
A very frazzled looking Alex was waiting for me, Philip standing in front of him, smiling at me. "Hello, Miss. Washington!" Philip grinned.
I waved at Philip, afterwards looking at Alexander. "What's up, Alex?"
He basically shoved a seven-year-old into my house without permission. "Y/N, I'm really desperate right now and I need you to take Philip! Thanks!" he said. Except he said it really fast, so it all came out as one word. Then Alex walked away, leaving me with a rambunctious child.
Philip looked at me, an innocent grin on his face. "You're really pretty."
I chuckled and ruffled the freckled boy's hair. "Sweet talker, aren't ya?" I said to no one in particular.
Philip let out this really cute giggle and walked inside, me following him.
When we got inside, Philip asked for a snack. Ya know, like all first graders do.
"Miss. Washington?" he asked, his voice high and adorable.
"Can I have some food? If it's not a bother..."
"Oh, not at all!" I waved the little boy off. We went into the kitchen, me getting Philip some crackers and making him some fresh grape juice.
"Ooh!" Philip smiled as I gave him his treat, sitting down. "This looks delicious! Thanks, Miss. Washington!"
"Philip, you know better. Call me Y/N, okay, hun?"
He nodded, taking a bite of his cracker.
After a bit of semi-awkward silence, I asked, "How is it?"
Without hesitation, Philip replied with, "Oh, it's the best, Y/N! You make really good crackers! What's your secret?"
I laughed, sitting next to him. "It's something I like to call going to the market and buying crackers."
We shared a laugh.
But, I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that me and the youngster were being watched.
The feeling made the hairs on my neck stand. So I turned to look towards the front door, which was fairly close to the kitchen.
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•~Political Paradise~• (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)Fanfiction
You were George Washington's daughter, and when Thomas Jefferson came back home in 1789, you were beyond excited. You heard about all of the good things he had done for the nation, and were waiting for him when he arrived. But you couldn't seem t...