"You are a little vixen," Hamilton mutters, into his husband's ear. "And I adore you."

He clearly is quite used and sore, so Hamilton dips and sweeps him up, behind the knees and under the shoulders. It's much more difficult than it used to be, and Burr has a significant weight on top of his usual slight frame, but the carriage isn't far, and Hamilton manages, with his solid and determined little frame.

The carriage is strewn with pillows. Hamilton has thoroughly raided the house for those and blankets both, and has had some hand and foot warmers prepared, of course. He fusses about, setting a cap on Burr's head, tucking blankets around him, and then going to see to the children too, making sure everyone is accounted for and warm enough, before coming back. "Are you comfortable? Are you warm enough?"