Call Me Thomas- Pt. 3
Requested: Yes, by a lovely anon and of course, @secretschuylersister (even though she also proof read this for me, becuase she s wonderful)
Pairings: Thomas Jefferson x Soulmate!Reader
Summary: The Schuylers can’t let a week go by without a minimum of two dinner parties, and Thomas Jefferson is also permanetly on the guest list.
Warnings: A sickeningly sweet Thomas Jefferson
Word Count: 1,436
A/N: I hope that you guys like this new part! It is my favorite part so far and I can’t wait to right the next one. Let me know what you thought about this part!
“So, it’s Thomas now, is it?”
You groaned, not even wanting to acknowledge the situation at hand. You flopped back into your bed, throwing your arm over your eyes. “If you think that I didn’t see your glowing stomach at the party then you are sadly mistaken. I can’t believe that you found your soulmate and then didn’t say more than five words to him for the rest of the night.”
Leave it to Peggy to see a problem and immediately start to fix it. “We both know that he is a terrible person.”
“Do we?” Peggy asked, pulling you up to look her in the eye.
“What do you mean? He has been fighting your brother-in-law every step of the way.”
“So you know Alexander’s impression of him. Have you bothered to form your own?”
You blinked at her. Sometimes you forgot that Peggy was so smart. You spent your time together laughing and smiling, but when the conversation took a serious turn, she always had something to say that you had never even thought to consider.
“I- I don’t know.” You said. You supposed that the words could have come off in a mean way, but Peggy knew you. Somehow, through all of this craziness, you had forgotten that Alexander was not the supreme authority on personalities. Nevertheless, you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself, much less Peggy. “I’m so happy that you know.”
At least now that someone knew, you could talk about the thoughts that were running around in your head. “Can I ask you something?” Peggy gave you a look that simply said of course. “Do you know why I would be… glowing?” you asked, motioning to your stomach “Even when he isn’t? And it’s the day after?”
“You don’t know?”
“You know that my mom has been gone for a while, and my dad barely explained what a soulmate was before he turned so red that he left the room claiming that he had some very important work to do.”
“Well, my mom always told me that you were going to glow until you accepted that you were going to spend the rest of your life with them.”
“So I’m just going to glow forever?”
“We both know that if the universe says that you are going to be together, then everything is going to end perfectly.” You could only laugh and shake your head. “Y/N- you know that everything will work out- right?” she asked, quirking her head to the side.
You didn’t have the heart to tell her that you just didn’t know. “I know, Peggy.” Damn your need to make sure that everyone was happy around you.
“By the way, we are having a party tomorrow, and I already told Eliza that you were going to be there. Okay, bye!” And with that, Peggy flounced out of your room, leaving you with the knowledge that you were left to prepare for a dinner party that was definitely a plot to set you up with your soulmate. And for some reason, you were rifling through your closet, looking for something that you could wear tomorrow.
You had thought that you were going to have a calming morning before the horror that happening that evening. Your wishful thinking was shattered when there was a knock on the door around ten that morning. And much to your chagrin, all three of your best friends poured into your foyer.
“Hi! We brought baked goods.” Eliza announced, setting down a box on the table and making her way up the stairs.
“Peggy told us how helpless you were, and we weren’t going to let you struggle on your own,” Angelica laughed, patting you on your head in her signature Angelica way and following her sister up the stairs.
Peggy gave you a shrug that didn’t really say that anything other than “deal with it”. You took a deep breath, watching all of them making their way up the stairs. You grabbed a muffin and followed them up the stairs, mentally preparing yourself for a morning full of party prep.
It happened every time that they thought they had found a new suitor that could be the one. It was a day full of rifling through your closet, before putting you into the one that they had all chosen the night before. And then it was onto hair. And jewelry. You loved them, but party prep mornings were trying times.
After three dresses, six different hairstyles, and three pairs of earrings that you thought were exactly the same (but apparently they were drastically different), Angelica deemed you ready to go, and good thing too, because their party was going to start in an hour.
They rushed you out of the house, decked out in frills and curls that you usually wouldn’t have bothered with but the Schuyler’s meant well, and so you were going to put up with what they had chosen for the night. Even if you were a bit uncomfortable in the process.
“Fancy seeing you here.” A smooth voice said behind you.
You had been tucked away in a corner all night, and somehow, you had mercifully stayed out of the way. Until now. You took a deep breath, hoping that the dress and corset put together would muffle the light a bit. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to matter how many layers that you put on, the mating bond was going to make itself known.
“The light of my life.” He laughed at his own joke.
If your torso wasn’t the focal point at the moment, then Thomas definitely would have noticed your face that was the color of the roses that Eliza had chosen to decorate the house.
You offered him a small smile, but still refused to move your arms regardless of the fact that they were doing nothing to hide the glow of the mating bond, still peeking through.
“Would you take a walk with me?”
You glanced around the room, hoping to find an excuse to say no. Unfortunately, everyone else seemed to be already entertained. You met his eyes and offered a small nod before allowing him to take your hand in his and lead you out of the house.
You couldn’t help but feel that girls had planned for something like this, because their already spectacular garden was lit up with beautiful lanterns, something that screamed “romance” and “Eliza”. You hated to admit it, but it was working. You felt you heart fluttering and your pulse speeding up.
“I would ask to write to you, but I have a feeling that we may have moved past that point by now.” Thomas noticed you shift uncomfortably, and he scrambled to fix his mistake. “Not that I want to rush you into anything that you aren’t comfortable with. I know that you are still… glowing” he made an abstract gesture at your stomach.
Oh god, he knows. He isn’t glowing which means that he loves you and you are glowing, and you are which means that he knows you don’t and-
“Y/N” his strong hands grabbed your arms, successfully drawing you out of your downwards spiral. “It’s okay that you are still working through things. I want you to be happy. And if taking time is what is going to make you happy, then that is what we will do.”
Was Thomas Jefferson being sweet?
“Maybe we could take a walk tomorrow? In the park?”
If you didn’t know any better, you would think that Thomas Jefferson looked nervous.
“I think that could be arranged.”
You glanced up at him from underneath your eyelashes, and you could have sworn that you heard his breath hitch. You offered him a smile, which in turn made his face light up.
“Around noon? Is that too early? I don’t want to seem overeager.” He rubbed the back of his neck, sufficiently stopping his babbling.
“Thomas, I think that we are way past that.”
And even though it felt like second nature to you, Thomas noticed the gentle way that you took his hand, and he couldn’t help but agree. You were way past that.
“Maybe wear something that you like, because you look like you can barely move around in that monstrosity.” Without another word, he offered you a kiss on your knuckles and a small bow before making his way back into the party.
You glanced down at the ruffles and remembered the ridiculous huge curls on the top of your head and smiled to yourself. How did he know that this wasn’t you?
Oh, right. Soulmates.