A/N: Here is another fan fiction about Hamilton. I don't know if this will be a series of stories of Alexander's time as a father or just a one-shot, so let me know. Again the characters are based off of the actors, please forgive any historical inaccuracies. Also, this is part cannon and head cannon so please indulge my imagination. Hope you enjoy, reviews are always welcome!
Before he was even born Alexander would place a hand on his wife's belly when he was reading in bed. Those were the first times he felt like a father. So close to his child and yet so far. Some might have teased him if they had known the lengths Alexander went to be being a loving father even before the birth. He always wished the unborn baby good night and good morning.
"Are you sure there is no way know if it is a boy or a girl?" Alexander said for the hundredth time. He never liked surprises.
"I'm afraid not. This things just happen how they are supposed to," she said calmly.
"I know," Alexander said.
"We will love this child no matter what," she continued.
"Oh, to be sure," he smiled at his wife.
The next day Alexander came home with a sheet of paper. He handed the paper to Eliza.
"Listen, your paper is fine. I've read it now 4 times and I do not believe it could be any better," she said.
"Betsey just look," Alexander said giddily.
She saw it had a single word. Philip. She had never known alexander to not fill an entire sheet of paper.
"Alexander, I do not know if you remember but our child could be a boy or a girl," she said.
"I know. If it is a girl it will be Phillipa," he said happily.
"Why Philip?" she asked.
"Well in honor of your father. For raising the three best women I know. And for allowing me to marry you," Alexander said. He had never had a father and Philip was a great man for raising three girls who he was all close to.
"I think, that would be a lovely name," she smiled.
The next night, after a particularly rough day, Alexander was gifted with the first sign of life from his child.
He was reading something Burr had written, and was particularly annoyed at how it was written, when a thump came from below his hand, that rested on Eliza's stomach.
"Eliza, did you feel that?" Alexander said removing his glasses and turning to his wife.
"I did. That's our child in there!" she squealed.
"This is the best day ever!" Alexander said. But this was just the first of the "best days" Alexander had as a parent.
Alexander had a cradle made from the finest wood. He spent a lot of his salary on things for the baby. Eliza began to worry about the funds they had and said, "I know this isn't pleasant but what if something should happen to the baby? What if the baby gets sick, we won't be able to afford medicine if you keep spending so much."
Alexander got what she meant. He worried too. It was all too common for a child to die as a baby. But Alexander banished the thought. Alexander worked tirelessly to save money but also got home as soon as he could to make sure his Eliza was fine.
Everyday he would rush home, not even debating with anyone who was shouting their opinion in the city square. The moment he got to his door and entered, he would see Eliza rushing about cleaning or mending.
"You should sit down more. You seem tired," Alexander, said concerned.
"Have you seen yourself? Alexander I am perfectly fine, I wouldn't be up if I didn't think it was safe," Eliza said gently.
"Just if anything were to happen, I would never forgive myself," Alexander said looking again at her belly.
The moment Alexander looked down at his son in his arms he knew he was complete. After waiting for hours with his wife in the other room giving birth he finally saw him. Alexander had mountains of work but he could never focus with his wife in pain and the excitement for a child.
He had come home after a particularly rough day, to find his wife missing. He heard a shattering scream from upstairs and ran up to find their bedroom door closed. Just then a midwife came out.
"Your wife is doing lovely Mr. Hamilton," she said quickly.
"Can I see her?" he asked already knowing the answer.
" 'Fraid not sir, wouldn't be proper," she said quickly and ran downstairs.
In his head he was thinking to hell with being proper! He felt pain himself every time he heard his wife scream in pain. He would have gladly taken the pain or be back on St. Croix, just to relieve his poor wife.
His head and shifted sideways as he had fallen sleep in a hard wooden chair, when a light tap landed on his shoulder he was immediately awake.
"Eliza?" he asked immediately to the doctor.
"Perfectly fine. Congratulations, Mr. Hamilton you have been blessed with a son," the doctor said smiling.
Before anything Alexander rushed into the room where his wife laid sleep. She was holding a small bundle and when he sat on the bed beside her she reached for his hand, which he grasped.
"Betsey? Darling?" he asked. He was quite worried; he had never seen his wife look like this. The doctor said she was fine but he still worried. She was pale and hollow.
"Alexander," she sighed.
"Are you quite alright?" he asked.
"Perfect," she said. Her hair was in a messy braid and hair was spiking up everywhere.
Eliza then gently handed their son to Alexander who held the baby away from him.
"You can hold him a bit closer," she said. Although she was tired she never missed a beat.
Alexander brought his son closer and he saw a baby with a mass of hair, "I don't want to hurt him."
"You won't," she said turning over to fall asleep. Alexander stayed like this for an hour. This child was his. This was the purest and best thing he had ever made. He never minded his actions in court or in the government. He had to be heard and would do anything. He knew secretly he was reckless and was the reason people didn't like him, but in this moment this child's opinion of him is all that mattered. To hell with the government, to hell with Burr and to hell with the financial system.
When his son came into the world he was the happiest since he married Eliza. The first time he held his son felt just as good when he stepped off of the ship when he first stepped foot in New York. He ensured Philip was never uncomfortable.
Eliza would wake up sometimes to find her husband gone. Before, the child she thought he was in his study writing some paper, but now she knew he was down the hall in the nursery.
Alexander would wake up, even when Philip wasn't crying, to go check on him. When he checked on his son, it was not just a simple peek. He came into the room, sat in the usual chair and would rest his head on his hands that leaned on the cradle. The moonlight that shone in would illuminate Philip's curls and resting smile. Alexander couldn't imagine he ever looked that way when he was a baby, but Eliza said constantly that he was a spitting image of him.
