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You sat in a coach gifted to you from your late husband. Across from you was your childhood best friend, Abraham. Abe had asked if you wanted to help in his little spy ring, and you agreed. Abe was reluctant to ask you to pretend to be a suitor for his co spy, a one, Robert Townsend. Your husband died just four months ago. You loved him, but your sadness could be set aside for your country. What else is there worth fighting for? "Thank you for bringing me to New York." Abe mumbled.
"No worries Abe. Let us go over this again. I am Mr. Townsend's lover?"
"Yes, in his note he said he called you Nelly, like his dog."
"His? Dog? No one knows of this dog I hope."
"No, no one." Abe looked out of the coach window. "Oh, we're here."
~~~~~LATER
You looked up at the building of brown wood. Red coats at every corner and window. You were a bit nervous but ready. "I will go inside and get him ready, tell him what you look like and such."
You nodded slightly, letting Abe know you understood. After a good few minutes you walked inside. A red coat stood from his seat and walked towards you. "What is a fine and fair woman such as yourself doing here?"
"I am here to meet someone."
"That someone is me." A stranger stepped in kindly, "Good day, Nelly."
"Robert." you smiled.
A tall man came between you and Robert. "Is this Nelly? Robert you never said she was so lovely." he kissed your hand. "Nelly, this is Mr. Rivington."
"Pleasure to meet you, sir."
"Oh, please! No need to call me 'Sir', Rivington is fine." the man, Rivington turned to Robert. "Did you say, Good day? to her? Are Quakers so formal even to partners?" he quickly turned back to you. "Where will you be staying, Nelly."
"Robert has booked me a room-"
"Booked you a room? Where? No, no, no, no, no! You will stay here with him, run upstairs you two." You looked to see Roberts face, he was clearly uncomfortable. "Ah, yes, lets." You grabbed Robert by the arm and you both went up the stairs, Robert opened a door. He gestured his hand to the open room. "Out of curiosity, is that man always like that?"
"Afraid so." He grabbed a pillow and blanket from a closet drawer and tossed them to the floor. "You're on the floor?"
"I do not wish to be in the bed and you on the floor."
"I suppose me sneaking out to the room you booked me would be risky?"
"Indeed. Besides, if we stay in the same room they are more likely to believe we are...we are...uh...um..."
"in love?" you finish. There was knocking at the door. "Its me. I have your luggage." it was Abe. You opened the door. He had two suitcases with him. One big one small. "You grabbed the small one and placed it on the bed and opened it to reveal paper, invisible in and music sheets. "I suppose I should head back, before its too late."
"Go Abe, just use my coach." Abe walked out the door.
"Robert, Abe told me that you once told Mr. Rivington that a music sheet was for 'Nelly', that is what we will keep using. While I am here, I bring with me blank paper with invisible writing, and emergency letters you will send while I am gone will be one the music sheets."
"That sounds nice."
"I will remain up here, get thinks ready and put stuff way. Continue with your work."
Robert then turned and left the room. You looked at the music sheets. You couldn't help but remember how your husband would sing to you. He didn't have to most beautiful voice but he loved to sing to you, make you smile, make you laugh. You opened a book and began to read.
Robert came into the room. He didn't say a word he just took off his boots and coat and laid down to sleep. You figured he was tired. You got up and set your book on the desk and blew out the candle.
You woke to the sun shining in on your face. "Morning." Robert was facing a corner of the room, you could tell he was buttoning up his shirt. His back was turned to give you privacy. How cute. "Morning." you cheered. "What time is it?"
"It is Seven. What would you like for breakfast?"
"Surprise me." you began to get dressed. You decided to go with one of your more simple dresses rather than fancy. "Oh, Robert. When it is just us, you can call me by my name, [y/n]. If you like." You grabbed a (Dark green, navy blue, deep purple, mahogany) dress. "You can turn around."
"I'll just head out." Robert without ever looking at you walked out the door. You grabbed your long socks and put on some rust colored boots. You walked down to see all the tables empty. You sat there with your book, quietly reading. A red coat came in and sat down a table cross from you. He began to draw in what was probably a sketch book. Robert came around the corner holding a plate and mug. He paused in his tracks, looking at you. But really looking at you. He continued and gave you eggs, toast, two pieces of bacon, and a fresh coffee. "Thank you, Robert."
"Of course, Nelly." Robert walked up to the man. "How are you sir?"
"Fine, thank you for asking. I'm not ready for a drink just yet." Robert went behind the desk.
"Nelly? Was it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is it short for something? If you don't mind my asking."
"My name is Wilhelmina, but Robert has always called me Nelly."
"Do you mind if I join you?"
You felt slight panic. Does he know? This only day one of being a spy. "No, not at all, as long as my eating doesn't bother you."
"Not at all." the man stood up and sat across from you. He opened his sketchbook. You saw a drawing of a beautiful woman, and the same woman on the next page. "Is she real? If so, who? If I am okay in asking?"
"She is a brilliant, wonderful woman. I am afraid I have lost her."
"You could never loose her, whats stopping you from finding her?"
"Another man, I am afraid. A brute, a greedy man."
"Save her." you both smile, he continues to sketch and you eat. More people enter. Mr. Rivington walks in the door and see's you. "Nelly, good to see you my dear."
"Good Morning Mr. Rivington."
The gentlemen red coat stood up. "I shall be leaving. I enjoyed sitting with you. I am Major John Andre by the way. I hope we can have a friendship."
"I wouldn't mind one."
He bowed to you lightly and left. Rivington then walked around handing out news paper. "Read this most wonderfully wild news."
You passed the time reading the news and your book. Watching Robert try to disappear into the background. How Mr. Rivington began singing and trying to make Robert sing. He was so uncomfortable. It was adorable. He gave side eye every so often. You couldn't help but start pretending to read, but instead observing him.
He almost remind you of your husband, just for a moment. Your husband had the same energy about him. You brushed it off as trying to find your late husband in this new man.
Night came and you helped close. Not a word was exchanged. You just grabbed a broom and started to sweep and he dust. You cleaned the dishes and he counted the money. Finally you both headed to bed, upstairs. You sat at the desk mirror undoing your hair. You both faced a wall while getting ready. You were about to blow out the candle when Robert said, "You looked quite nice, in that dress."
"And you in your clothing." you blew out the candle.
Days passed just like yesterday, you would read and Andre would read or sketch. He would leave and you would watch Robert. Help close, and both go to bed quietly. Almost no words were shared. Just a good morning and good night. Yet, you couldn't help but enjoy his company. A fuzzy feeling you once thought you would never get back slowly started to come back. But did Robert feel anything?
You got into bed like all the previous nights before. When Robert spoke.
"How are you?"
"I am fine, I suppose. How are you?" It was a tad-bit too late to be asking such a thing.
"Good, I suppose." a long pause. "[y/n], what was your life like before all this?"
That was the first time he said your name. "I was very happy. I had a husband, whom I loved deeply. He is passed."
"Oh, I am sorry to hear that."
"I am fine, it was a long while ago now."
"You said you were 'very happy', are you happy now?"
"I think so, yes. What about you? What was your life before all this?"
"Boring." he chuckled. "It is chaotic with Abe sometimes. But, less boring with you here. I like seeing you read."
You smiled. "Well, I shall be reading again tomorrow. Goodnight Robert."
"Good Night, [y/n]."
The next day you got dressed into the dress you wore the second day, the (color you had chosen). He turned around for once, and he blushed. "I like that dress."
"I'm glad." You blushed back. He cleared his throat as you both walked out the door.
The day was like any other, but Robert took a break and played chest with you. It was 50/50 when he had to return to work. At night you finished the game and won. A new ritual began, you both played chest once a day while he was on break from working so hard. You would sing to him while he wrote notes about what the red coats spilled. You even wrote too. He slowly started to get comfortable turning around to look at you.
Then, leaving day. Abe was coming to take you back to Setauket. You dressed in fancy dress for leaving. Rivington and others were looking at you. You saw Abe outside with the coach. "My ride is here. Do write to me Robert, especially more music. I adore it so."
"Of course."
There was no hug, just shared head nods of goodbye. As you walked out you could here Rivington whisper, "You didn't kiss her? Really Robert, honestly." It made you giggle. The ride home felt longer than when you came to New York. Your first thought in the morning was Robert. When you picked up a book, it didn't feel right to read it. You missed chest. You missed singing to him the way someone once sang to you. Then it hit you. You really did fall in love again. You fell in love with Robert Townsend.
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Sorry to cut it off here, but I am quite sleepy. But I will start part two tomorrow and finish it along with Hewlett x reader part three (I hope). Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this, more to come folks! :)