"Philip will be fine… He's a smart kid, just like me when I was his ag- This might have been a mistake. Calm yourself Alex, he's going to be fine… But what if he's not?" These were the thoughts that plagued Alexander Hamilton's mind after his son rowed across the Hudson. He'd just given his eldest son, his pride and joy his guns and allowed him to walk away to what could possibly be his demise. "How could I do this!?" He asked himself, pacing wildly. "What if he's already been shot? What if he's just died?!" Alexander pondered, his eyes wide as one last thought slipped out of his mouth. "I have to stop this!" He shouted before rushing out the door and towards the Hudson, praying he wasn't too late.

Several people on the streets watched in confusion as Hamilton raced towards the docks. "Please don't let it be too late… I need him alive." By the time he had gotten to the docks to start rowing, the darkness of the night had begun to fade away. He practically flung himself over to the rowboats and paddles. With each passing minute the small sliver of hope Alexander had clung to so desperately began to shrink. The speed that he had begun to row at caused the cool water to lap over the side of the boat, he still however remained relentless with his pace.

Alexander was halfway across the Hudson when the terrible sound of a gunshot filled the air. "Philip… Oh god please be alright! Please, son, I lost your mother I CANNOT lose you as well.." He thought to himself, frantically rowing to the other side, where his son stood proudly, his gun aimed towards the sky, smoke coming from the top. "Oh thank God!" Alexander thought as he got out of the boat, watching as Eaker followed suit. As the men made their way towards the boats, Alexander made eye contact with his son. "Philip…" Alexander choked out, tears of joy filling his eyes. Philip looked at his father confused. "Pa..?" He asked taking about three steps towards his father before being swept into his father's tight and warm embrace.

"Uh...Pa?" Philip accepted his father's embrace, returning it. The area seemed to calm around the two as they hugged, the tension that could have been sliced with a knife a few moments before, now settled. "Yes, Philip?" Alexander questioned his son, refusing to let go. "I could have lost this beautiful human being." Alexander's clouded thoughts from earlier began to dissipate "But he's standing here right now." The boy took a deep breath in "I love you Pa, but you're kind of going to squeeze the life out of me." Philip laughed softly as his father's death grip on him loosened. "That smile...That would have been gone forever." Alexander shook his head trying to rid himself of the thoughts of what might have been and decided to enjoy the moment.

Philip looked up at his father with the same prideful grin on his face he'd worn whenever he showed Alexander his poetry as a young boy. "I did exactly as you said Pa, as much as my instincts were tellin' me to aim no higher than Eaker's eyes, I followed through! Did..did I make you proud?" Philip asked quietly as a single tear slid down Alexander's cheek. "Philip, son, listen to me… No matter what you do, as long as you come home alive and well I will always be proud of you." He said placing a hand on his son's cheek. "Now let's hurry and get home before your mother finds out about this whole ordeal and hangs us both!" Alexander said as they both got into the boat, memories of Philip's childhood flashing through Alexander's mind. "My brave, intelligent, strong little boy is alive…" He thought to himself with a smile as he looked at his beloved son.

The ride back to the docks had been a calm and peaceful one, it was just the two of them rowing and admiring the sunrise together as the water splashed up against the side of the boat. The moment they had arrived in the docks, Philip clambered out of the boat and smiled at his father. Alexander wanted nothing more than to watch his son's face light up with proudness for what he had just done. "What are we going to tell mom we were doing?" Philip asked as he helped Alex out of the boat. Alexander's contented face contorted into one of of deep thought. "Perhaps we tell her that we were out watching the sunrise…" Alexander suggested. This wasn't a total lie, the pair had seen it on their way back.

Philip nodded. "Alright good, because she's right over there." He said pointing out his mother as she rushed towards George Eacker and his second. Alexander panicked a small bit, seeing Eliza's face go red with anger, his son placing his hand on his father's shoulder, giving him a look of pity. "Well Pa, it's been nice knowing you…" Philip said with a cheeky smirk as Eliza stormed over to the two, a glare in her eyes as she looked at the two. Suddenly, without warning, she grabbed Philip by the ear and began dragging him back towards the house, much to their son's objections. Alexander followed suit, giving Philip a sympathetic look. "You too son." When they reached the house Eliza glared at the two. "Mom, if you'd let me explain-" Philip started only to be cut off by his mother's harsh words towards Alexander, ignoring her son completely. "How dare you… He could have been killed! And you gladly gave him your guns as if he was mature enough to know what he was doing!" She hissed before striking Alexander hard across the face. "PA!" Philip shouted stand up and taking a step towards his father, only to be stopped by his father's hand on his shoulder. "It's alright Philip. I deserved that…" He said as Eliza glared at him. "Damn right you did! He's merely a child and you sent him off to die!"

"That wasn't my intention." Alexander replied calmly, although the edge in his voice was apparent. "As soon as I had realized what a fool I had been, I immediately left on the Hudson to stop this." Eliza whipped around and crossed her arms "That doesn't change the fact that we could have lost our dear Philip!" She snapped. Philip stood next to his father feeling a pang of guilt in his chest. He kept his gaze at the floor, feeling ready to cry. This was all his fault. He was the reason his parents were fighting. "I did everything I could to ensure his career! If he hadn't gone they would see him as weak." Alexander's voice began to raise. "If he hadn't gone then he wouldn't have had the threat of dying in the first place!" She barked. Philip bit the inside of his cheek to try and prevent his emotions from pouring out "Why can't you two just get along for once!?" He yelled, his voice breaking at the end. His face flushed with embarrassment. He muttered a quick "Excuse me." Before dashing out the front door.

Philip heard his parents call his name in the distance but didn't care. Tears streamed down his face as he raced past multiple shops and towards the docks. Soon after passing a bakery he felt a hand grab his shoulder. "Philip! Where are you off to in such a rus- are you crying?" A familiar voice asked, as he quickly wiped his tears. "No…" He muttered embarrassed, his sister turning him to face her. "Philip… Don't lie to me, please. You've never lied to me before and I've never lied to you, so let's not start now!" Angelica said sternly, wiping his eyes with her thumb. "Angelica… Please not here." He begged, ashamed to cry in public. He was a Hamilton after all and Hamilton's are much too brave for tears. His sister nodded, taking his hand and leading him into the empty bakery. Once they'd sat down she looked at him concerned. "Alright now spill…"

Philip took a shaky breath before letting go of all of his feelings and allowing the words to spill from his mouth. He explained the events leading up to the duel, the actual duel and the moments after. "Mom was so pissed… and and...she hit Pa! I-I couldn't watch them bickering again so I told them to stop! And then I ran." He exhaled and setting his head down on the table, only to have his sister take it in her hands and begin to run her soft fingers through his tangled dark brown hair. "I swear. You are the most sensitive 19 year old I have ever met."Angelica teased, poking his freckled nose playfully. Philip raised his head to look his sister in the eye. "Ever since this whole Reynolds Pamphlet thing, the only thing they do is yell at each other or they don't talk to each other at all! I just want everything to go back to normal." He finished with a huff. He folded his arms over his chest in defeat.

Angelica sighed. "Philip, you and I both know that things aren't just going to go back to normal. Mom was destroyed by what Pa did, and she needs time. And we both also know things are probably going to get worse after today." She muttered holding her brother's hand and looking down at her stomach. Philip sighed. "Oh yeah, you're finally going to tell them how bread boy put a bun in your oven." Angelica rolled her eyes. "He has a name you know…" She said as Philip smirked. "Yeah but frankly I couldn't care less." He said before getting a soft punch to the arm. "You should care! He's your future brother in law after all." She said with a small smile as her brother laughed. "You mean future dead man once Pa finds out. Bread boy is toast." He said before turning at the sounds of his parents calling his name nearby.

Philip let out an audible groan "Can we just stay in here and not go out to face them?" He begged. Angelica firmly placed her hand on his shoulder "Philip." She began in a slightly annoyed tone. "You can't run away from your problems forever." Philip dramatically flopped over on the table "You'll make a great mom you know!" Philip looked up at her "Oh really?" She asked "You have the nagging thing down!" He gave a cheesy smile as she rolled her eyes. Angelica stood up from her chair, offering a hand to him. "Finnnnnnnnnnnnnne!" Philip whined, taking it

The two siblings stepped outside and were immediately tackled by their parents and forced into a hug, Eliza frantically running her fingers through Philip's hair, Alexander practically suffocating Angelica. After a couple minutes of struggling the two managed to get out of their parents grips. "Angelica thank goddess you found your brother… What were you doing in this part of town anyway?" Her father asked, looking at the two suspiciously. "Well Pa, Angelica here was just messing around with her little boyf-" Philip started with a snide look on his face before being silenced by Angelica's glare. "Son, that's ridiculous. I think I'd know if my daughter had a suitor." Alexander said with a small laugh before noticing his daughter's expression. "Wouldn't I Angelica?" He asked cocking an eyebrow.

Angelica began nervously laughing Eliza and Alexander shared a look before looking at her "Angelica, honey? Are you alright?" Eliza asked, her tone softer than it had been previously. "I'm fine, it's just that," Angelica cleared her throat "I beg of you not to be angry with me, Daddy, but I have been courting a baker." Alexander's expression became unreadable and he ran his fingers through his hair. Philip put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from bursting into a fit of laughter. Angelica sent him a small glare. Alexander remained quiet for a few agonizing moments before sighing "I suppose that's fine." He trailed off rubbing his temples with his fingers. "That's not all." Angelica said suddenly "We may have done the do and now I'm pregnant! Yay!" The words were spoken so quickly that it took them a few seconds to process what they had just been told. Alexander's eyes widened for a moment before twisting into a scowl. Eliza gave him a look of concern and asked "What are you doing Alexander?" She grasped ahold of his arm. "What does it look like? I'm going to kill the baker bitch who knocked up our daughter!"

(A/N)

I was not the only one working on this story! I did this collab with givemyregardstobrodway02 on tumblr

We literally stayed up until 4 in the morning writing this.

We hope you enjoy. Comments are appreciated!