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ELOISE VIRGINIA WASHINGTON AND THOMAS JEFFERSON HAD FALLEN ASLEEP ON THE WASHINGTON HOMES LIVING ROOM COUCH the night before.

George Washington was now descending down his stairs, when he saw the two in the couch. Part of him felt an overwhelming urge to punch a certain Thomas Jefferson, and part of him wanted to smile. Even on her sleeping face, Eloise's happiness was evident.

"Virginia." Her father spoke, rather loudly, which was of no use to him, because Eloise could sleep through a freight train. Thomas, though, awoke quickly. Seeing Washington, he jumped a little, but collected himself quickly, as Eloise was still draped over him.

"Don't wake her up." Washington instructed, and Thomas nodded, carefully getting out from under her, standing up and placing a quilt that had been on the back of the couch over the sleeping girl.

"Come with me." Her father commanded quietly. Thomas follows him into the kitchen, where he pours both of them a glass of whiskey.

"A little early in the day for a drink, don't you think, Washington?" Thomas asks, turning the glass in his hand, but not sipping it.

"Young man are you from the South or not?" Washington asks with a welcoming smile, as if he encourages it.

"I am." Thomas smiles as well, looking down at the glass.

"Wrong answer, Eloise hates alcohol." He fires back, no longer smiling.

"I know, notice how I haven't drank yet?" Thomas responds, setting the whiskey down on the counter.

"So witty." Washington smiles.

"I try." He says.

"You think your worthy of my daughter?" Washington asks, rather smug.

"Not at all." Jefferson denies, and Washington furrows his eyebrows. "I don't deserve Eloise in the slightest, she is the single most perfect woman on this very earth. She's beautiful, educated, hilarious, caring, and hardworking. I could spend hours on end studying her face until I knew it by heart."

"So no, I don't deserve her." He shakes his head, little did he know, Isabelle had been just around the corner.

Washington smiles, genuinely now. "That alone, Thomas, is exactly what makes you worthy."

"You sure?" Thomas asks, almost scared Washington will switch up on him again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"When are you going to ask me for my daughters hand?" Washington questions, and Thomas smiles.

"Sir, it's only been a week." Thomas shakes his head.

"Five years is a hell of a long time Mr. Jefferson." Washington quotes his daughter.

"I wasn't here-"

"She was. Waiting on you. I watched her, deny every single other man. Did you wait on her- in France?" Washington asked, looking at him cautiously.

"In a way. When women pursued me I let them, but I never let them get close. When they did, my only thought was how much better she was." Thomas shook his head. And Washington nodded.

"My daughter was supposed to be married five years ago, she doesn't need to wait any longer." Washington warns.

"Sir are you asking me to ask you for your daughters hand?"

"Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Then you have my blessing." Washington smiles, taking a drink from his glass.