Your husband, Alexander, wasn’t exactly..a slow worker. He worked fast and hard. Woah. But anyway, he was a hard worker to get everything for Washington, etc. to the point he started writing so many essays he only gave you attention at night. It went on for too long. And you got tired of it. So you decided to distract him for atleast one afternoon

You walked in Hamiltons office. Seeing his handsome face rubbing his temples in stress. Until you walking up behind him and started massaging his shoulders.

“mm..hey my love..”

Alexander mutters. Before starting to write yet another sentence.