A/N So I know I should be updating my other Fanfic but I have like 300 ideas for Hamilton fanfiction so that's what I'm doing. So Eliza and Hamilton got married two years ago in the first chapter. Also, I have little to no medical experience or knowledge whatsoever so please excuse any mistakes but I won't get very in depth so I don't mess it up. Also for this story, Alexander got adopted by the Washington's when he was 14 and his mother died when he was 5. It will mainly be Alex POV because I can't write Eliza's that well for some reason.

Fertility issues mentioned and abuse but abuse is very slight still don't read if triggered. It's also not needed to understand the rest of the story it's just background and mindless fluff but so will the other chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton though wouldn't that be so cool! I would have so much talent! But alas I do not that's Lin.

Eliza: 23

Alexander: 25

Eliza's POV

I'm sitting on my bed crying. A few minutes ago I got the phone call saying I wasn't going able to have a baby and my health was too weak to start putting more hormones and drugs into it so I wasn't going to be able to ever have my own child. Let me explain the health issues well I lived in a very polluted area of New York and my parents couldn't leave because of work. Then I met Alex and we got married and moved to the countryside of New York. That's when the doctors noticed just how bad my health was. I would get headaches and morning sickness almost every day. It was the sudden change and though that doesn't happen anymore I have to be very careful and drugs and hormones could start that up again. Now I'm crying I can't ever have children. I always wanted to have a big family and I know Alex did too but now- now we can't. Will I be enough for Alex? Am I good enough for Alex? My sister showed interest in him when we first met though she doesn't know I know that but I can tell she likes him more of a brother now. Still, I can't help wondering if she would have been a better choice for Alex. She is strong, kind, generous and – and everything he deserves, everything I'm… not. If he married her they would be happy and have a big family and he – I don't deserve him. I once asked him if I could be enough for him and he said I was enough I was more than he deserved but that isn't true. How can it be true? Angelica is so much more everything! She is smarter, more talented, kinder, stronger she is amazing and one of a kind I'm just Eliza. Plain old Eliza I guess I'm a little smart, have some talent, and a little strong but Angelica is way more. I suddenly feel really sick and I run to the bathroom. I'm in the bathroom crying and vomiting my guts out and hoping when Alexander gets home from work I'm collected and look strong and not this mess of a person that I am.

- 1 hour before the call-

Alex's POV

I'm fidgeting in my seat waiting for my boss/foster father to call me into his office. I was a little out of it during work today because Eliza and I are expecting a call to from the fertility ward to see if she can have children without help and if not to see if she is healthy enough to be put on the drugs. I work as a lawyer in the city so an hour commute and I was nervous thinking what if I get home and Eliza is sick or if she got the call and had been feeling bad but I couldn't help her because my work is too far anyway I didn't notice George was asking me a question until he was kneeling in front of me and calling my name for what was probably the hundredth time. After the meeting, he asked that I meet him in his office later and I know I'm in trouble. Finally, after what seems like hours but was only fifteen minutes a lady walks out of the office and I'm called in. I walk inside head down and playing with my hands nervously. I look up George motions me to sit in the chair in front of him. Immediately sitting down my heads back down and I'm bouncing my leg.

"Sir, I'm so sorry for not being very present today. I promise it won't happen again! If there is any work that I missed or didn't do for being distracted I will stay later to finish it, I promise-"

"Alex, look at me son." I slowly raise my head expecting to see him mad but all I see is concern

"First of all what did I say about calling me sir behind closed doors. I know in front of your colleagues you do it so that they don't think me hiring you was being biased but behind closed doors what did I say?"

"Not to. Sorry, George" I say my gaze going back to my lap.

"Alex head up, son." I do as I'm told and again instead of faced with a stern glare I am faced with a concerned gaze. "Second I'm not angry at you for being distracted today just worried at to what is troubling you. I know you and you are not one to be this distracted unless it's something very big. So if I may ask what's wrong?"

"Well, um it's really nothing important. You should not be worried it is nothing I assure you." George gets up and I instinctively flinch. Are you kidding Alexander it's been eleven years since anyone has hurt you! Stop flinching. Though it doesn't happen as often when I'm really nervous or stressed I still flinch with those kinds of things. Unfortunately, the flinch doesn't go unnoticed by George and he somehow, without me telling him, knows that now if I flinch something is wrong or I actually did do something wrong and I'm lying about not doing it. George walks slowly over to me and kneels down another thing that he has learned over eleven years. When I'm distressed don't stand over me if makes it worse but I don't need him babying me I'm a grown man he shouldn't have to be careful and treat me as if I were a child.

"Alex, you're ok. I'm not and will ever hurt you. You're not with those other people. Now let's go to the couch so this feels less formal ok?" He says this in a low voice and again I'm not a child that needs comforting.

"George, I'm not a child! I can handle myself perfectly fine! I don't think there is any more we need to discuss so I should get back to work!" It came out ruder and harsher than I wanted it to. He was just trying to help me but still. He raises his brow and fixes me with a stern gaze "Alexander watch your tone. Now I'm a perfectly aware that you are not a child and I was not treating you as such. I was and still, am merely concerned for your wellbeing. Now head to the couch so we can finish this meeting alright?" His tone is still caring but there is also a stern tone in it. "George I'm sorry for the way I said that but really I'm fine it's nothing that will interpret my work I promise." George lets out a sigh "Why can't you understand that right now I don't care about work but you!" My eyes widen in fear. He had never raised his voice at me. Yes, even as a teen neither him or Martha had ever raised their voice towards me. "I'm so- sorry sir. I'll stop talking. I uh I'm really sorry-" I once again get cutoff by George putting his hand on my knee. I flinch once more and look down. A gentle but firm hand grabs my chin and gently turns it so I'm forced to look at George. My face must show just how scared I am about not just right now but other things because George's face turns even more guilty. "Alexander I am so sorry for raising my voice. I was not mad at you I had a very stressful day and I'm very concerned as to what is troubling you, son. Please forgive me for yelling" I nod

"It's fine. I understand"

"Thank you. Now can we please go finish this conversation on the couch?" I know by this point I should say yes but I don't want to cause more harm then I already did to the man who so generously took me in and didn't give me back. I shake my head and try one last time "No, really I should head back to work I don't want to get home too late" George sighs and he turns stern again "Alexander Hamilton the couch now" His words are hard and leave no room for argument so I quickly and obediently go over to the couch and sit down. "Thank you," George says as he makes his way over to me. He sits down and faces me.

"Now Alexander, talk. What's wrong? Also, don't you dare say nothing one more time" I don't think about the fact that I'm an adult now and he can't punish me. In my distracted head I'm a teen again who got into another fight with Jefferson and now George is asking me what Jefferson did this time to make me punch him, again. If I don't tell him, I'll be in a lot of trouble for fighting… again. So I break down like always and tell him everything about Eliza and the call about both of us wanting a big family everything. When I finished talking George reaches over and wipes a tear that I had noticed had even fallen until now. "I'm sorry I didn't want to worry you, dad. I also know I'm overreacting" George smiles and I know he knows I'm finally less worried because I'm calling him dad and not George, I always used to him dad when I had just shared or needed to tell him something or after a scolding hardly ever but sometimes even during a scolding. It was the same for Martha, I would call her mom during those times. He places a gentle hand on my knee and says "Now son, you must never worry about making me more worried or mad when telling me something. It will be the exact opposite really and of course, you're not overacting son, this is very important for you and Eliza and you being worried is completely normal and understandable" He pulls me in for a hug and I start sobbing into his shoulder as he rubs soothe circles into my back. When I finally come down a little I let out a muffled "Thank you" George hears me and places a soft kiss on my head then pulls away "What for, Alex?" I think on how to respond "For everything. For taking me in when nobody would, for never hurting me, for not giving me back even though I know that thought must have at least crossed your mind once because I know I'm not and wasn't an easy person to deal with so Thank you." George frowns and looks me in the eye "We never once thought of taking you back from the moment you walked into our doors we knew we would never send you back. From the moment you walked into our house you were stuck whether you liked it or not" I laugh at the last sentence and hug him once more

"Still thank you"

"Of course. Now I know you're not supposed to be out of work for another hour or so but I'm ending your work day shorter today so you can head home. Besides what's the point of staying if you're not going to get any work down anyway worrying about Eliza?"

"George, I promise I will do my work. I'm sorry if my previous action caused you to believe otherwise"

"I wasn't reprimanding you, Alex. I was merely stating what I know to be true you love Eliza too much to be able to work when she could be getting the best or worst call that she could ever get. I'm not mad, son"

"Sorry" I rub the back of my neck sheepishly. "Quite alright but you better head home Alex and take tomorrow off" I open my mouth to respond but he cuts me off "Not open for discussion, young man" I sigh and nod. As I'm standing up I say

"Bye, Dad. Love you"

"Love you too. Don't feel like you need to tell me immediately the outcome, in fact, you are not permitted to tell me the outcome until tomorrow. That does not mean midnight" I laugh at that and have a quick look in the mirror relieved to see that I don't look like I just cried. I say one last goodbye to George and run out thankful that I can go home now.

-15 mins after the call-

I arrive at home finally and pull the car up in the driveway of the house. It's a two-story the kitchen and living room on the first floor and two bedrooms upstairs. The "master bedroom" is ours and the other is my office. Why I say "master bedroom" is because it would be the same size of the other if it didn't have a bathroom. The other bathroom is also upstairs. We have a good space between us and the neighbors were they can't hear every single word we say and us the same but close enough that we don't feel isolated. I open the door to our house and take off my suit jacket I walk over to the kitchen and put my suit jacket on the chair. Then I hook the keys onto the key holder and make my way upstairs. I open the door to our bedrooms and run to the sound of my wife throwing up. I open the bathroom door and find her hair down, a tear stained face, in sweats, and she is violently trying to wipe away the tears the keep falling she looks at me confused and I don't give her an answer. I run out and grab her a hair tie. I run back into the bathroom to her throwing up again. I run over to her and pull her hair into a messy bun. Then rub her back as she throws up for what seems like may have been the 5th time. Seeing her like this makes my heart break. She finally stops when her stomach has nothing give and she cleans her mouth before letting me bring her in for an embrace.

Eliza's POV

What is he doing here? He should still be at work not here hugging me. Oh no, he shouldn't be here seeing me like this. I start to cry even more. Why can't I be like Angelica? Angelica probably wouldn't be here crying and throwing her guts out she would be composed sad, but strong and talk to him! Ugh why can't I be stronger – My thoughts are cut off by Alex saying "You got the call? It wasn't what we wanted?" He says it like a question but I know he knows the answer still I nod. Looking down I can't do anything right, not even this! He presses a kiss to me head and says "We'll figure it out. I would love to have kids but being here with you is enough well more than enough. How can I explain this, it's more than enough yes but it's not just more than enough there are no words to describe it? I mean what do you call it when you found your true love and she loves you back and she is more than you could ever wish for or deserve? My darling Betsey we will be fine and I love you so much. Yes, I love you more than Angelica and I could never marry her she is a sister and nothing more" He says the last sentence in a whisper. How does do that? Read my thoughts and then know exactly what to say? "Alex, I don't deserve you. This what you just did being able to read my thoughts is amazing and I can't do that. All I want is to be able to grant you peace of mind that would be enough but I can't. Don't try to lie I can't" My voice sounds hoarse and my mouth is dry from throwing up but I need to say that. I look at him and see tears in his eyes, he blinks them back and pushes a stray hair out of my voice "Sweetie, you can't-" his voice crack. "You can't believe that. You are everything I ever wanted and more. Baby, I hate to see you like" His voice cracks again and this time a few tears fall "Like this and thinking these things. I love you more than life itself, I promise you" I reach up and brush a tear away

"Look, Alex! I just made you cry! Made you cry for my own dumb reasons! How can that be good?"

"I just love you so much and I don't want you doubting that, Elizabeth! How can you not see that?!"

"You're yelling, Alexander! I made you mad and sad! Of course never happy, that's Angelica!"

"Elizabeth, you do make me happy every single day! Please stop comparing yourself to Angelica! You're not her you're you and you are kind, strong, beautiful, smart, talented and amazing just amazing. I love you and you only, please understand that, sweetheart." His tone softened at the end again and I started crying. I hugged him tightly saying I'm sorry over and over again. After we finish hugging (I would have kissed him but I just threw up so no) he says "Alright darling. Why don't you change into pj's and brush your teeth? I'll get you some tea for your throat and then I'll braid your hair so if you need to throw up again it stays out of the way" He gets up, then helps me up and kisses my forehead lightly. What did I do deserve him? I love this man so much. Boy, he's got me helpless and then I look into his eyes and the sky's the limit. I love him and when I'm with him the world seems to burn and it's just us two.

"Don't you need to change into something confrontable?"

"I should. Ok then take a shower and I'll change ok?"

"Ok." I then head to take a shower.

Alex's POV
I change into my pj's which is just a white shirt and pajama pants the head downstairs to make Eliza tea all the while thinking. Did I really make her feel like she wasn't enough? Like all she ever did to me was make me mad or sad? No, she's just heartbroken that we can't have kids as am I, I couldn't possibly do anything to make her think that! Right? I'm boiling the water and get so lost in my thoughts that I don't notice its boiling until Eliza say so.

"Hey, greetings from earth, Alex. You still hear? I know I like my tea hot but I like it with water not steam please" I laugh and mumble a sorry and go to turn off the stove. I finish making the tea and hand Eliza her cup then we go to the couch and sit down. Gosh, she is beautiful! We drink our tea in a peaceful quite then she finishes hers and sets it down on the coffee table I do the same. She turns around already knowing the routine and I do the same then begin brushing her beautiful hair.

"Baby, what are we going to do?" She breaks the silence

"I don't know how about I call my parents and see if they can come over for dinner. George should uh what time is it?" (A/N Showtime! Like I said- Showtime Yo I'm John Laurens in the place to be… Sorry I had to)

"6:00"

"Ok, so he should be out of work in an hour. If you want, of course."

"No, that would be perfect! Thank you! Also, why are you here so early? I love it but why?"

"Oh yeah. I may or may not have been distracted worrying about you and the call that, during a meeting, George had to get up and shake me while calling me to get me out of my thoughts. He asked me to his office. The good thing was he wasn't mad so after a little talk with him about what was going on he told me to go home and I have tomorrow off also."

"Let me guess this "little talk" was him half the time scolding you for not telling him anything?"

"Yes?"

"Of course" She responds rolling her eyes then she turns around her braid done and presses her lips to mine. I kiss back my hands on her back her arms around my neck and we stay there only separating to breathe for a good five minutes until we separated.

"I'll go call them. Stay in your Pj's I will too my parents won't mind" She nods

"Ok I'm going to go get my bag it has all the student's homework that lucky me gets to grade," She says this while walking upstairs "Sorry" I call up and she smiles in return. I get my phone from the coffee table and call Martha first. It rings three times before someone picks up.

"Hello, Alex. What do you need sweetheart?"

"Martha, can't I call just to see how you're doing?"

"So what do you need?"

"Do you and George want to come over for dinner?"

"So it's a question for us that you would rather talk about in person. We'll be there as soon as George comes back from work, baby."

"Great I'll call him and tell him! Also yes it is. Love you, mom."

"Love you too, baby. Stay strong whatever it is you will get through it!"

"How do you know?" I say this quietly knowing any louder the tears will come.

"Know what, love? That it's something hard you're going through or that you'll get through it?"

"Both," I say again barely above a whisper

"They have the same answer because I know you, Alex and I know Eliza you will get through this"

"Thanks, mom. Bye"

"Bye, love" I hang up misty-eyed. How will we ever get through this? I then call George.

"Alexander? I told you not to call until tomorrow. Didn't I? I don't care-"

"Dad" I winced at how broken my voice sounded how near to tears it sounded. He just said he didn't care. I thought he did?

"Oh, Alex! I am so sorry, kiddo! I was going to say I don't care how excited you are. I had no idea, son. Please don't cry I'll be there in an hour hopefully less"

"Dad, you can't be here that early you're not out of work for another hour-"

"I'm leaving John Adams in charge heading home. I'm going guess you told Martha?"

"Yes, I told her. Also Adams! Is he even there today? Oh, who cares you might as well leave a monkey in charge! Adams-"

"Now, Alex as much as I wish I could say something like don't talk about him that way you know I can't. He is not very competent for being in charge but what can I do. Aaron and Madison will be there plus it will only be an hour, son but I'm not waiting any longer."

"Dad, you're already walking out the door aren't you?"

"No…"

"Ok dad, see you soon," I say laughing and shaking my head

"See you soon, love" I hang up and head to my office which is more like our office since Eliza grades 9th graders homework in there. I walk in to see her in auto pilot mode. Her answer sheet in one hand the red pen in the other, the homework on the table. Look, check, flip she does this on and on.

"Hey, Betsey"

"Hi, Alex," She says distantly. Is this how I'm like when I'm working on a case? Probably.

"I called my parents they should be here in an hour or more if George gets a speeding ticket, or crashes into someone when they won't go faster." At this, she raises her head and laughs. Then turns her rolling chair towards me. She is wearing her big nerd glasses and she looks gorgeous as always.

"George knows?"

"Yeah, but Martha doesn't. George already knew what was going on because of earlier so he guessed it. Sorry"

"No, no I wasn't mad just wondering, sweetie. I'll go make dinner then"

"Love you!" I say calling out the door

"Love you too!" She says.

I was setting the table when I hear a knock on the door.

"I'll get it, Darling," I say to Eliza. I walk over to the door and opened it to be embraced by Martha.

"Oh, my baby. George didn't tell me what's happening I just know it's really hard because of how stressed he was"

"Thank you, Martha"

"Now where is Eliza?"

"Kitchen." She nods and goes over to the kitchen but not before giving me one last hug. George walks in and hugs me as well

"How are you and Eliza holding?"

"Fine" I lie. He sees right through it. "Uh huh? The truth please." I avoid his gaze "It is the truth" he shakes his head and reaches out to move my chin "Now tell me you aren't lying" I'm forced to look at his eyes "It's… the… it not the truth. We are going on with our lives as if we haven't gotten the call not mentioning it once. We can't deal with it and it's our silent agreement not to mention it until you come" He lets go and I drop my gaze. I know I'm an adult I shouldn't be treated like this; he can't- I should make my own choices. In truth I didn't mind it, I may or may not like it. The thing is no one I ever knew cared for me like he did except… my mother. When I met him, I met Laff, Herc, Laurens, Angelica, Peggy and best of all Eliza. My life changed completely and for the better when I met them. I only got six years with them since for two years in college I lived with them. I like to remember that these people loved and love me, and were the last foster family ever. Apparently, I've been looking at the floor for a very long time because George places a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, kiddo you ok?"

"Huh? Oh yeah sorry just lost in thought"

"Alright, let's go see if Eliza needs help, huh?"

"Yeah, ok" We walk over to see Martha and Eliza laughing. Eliza is laughing a real laugh, not those other ones we forced ourselves to believe were true. I smile looking at her with a loving smile and my lips.

"You really love her don't you?"

"Yeah, I do" He pushes me forward and I stumble before wrapping my arms around her waist and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. She looks up smiling an identical smile and presses her lips to mine. I support most of her weight and kiss back and for the moment everything is gone it's just us two. Of course, my amazing foster mother ruins the moment.

"Aww, you guys are so cute! I told you, they would get together from the day they met and Alex couldn't shut up about her! George why aren't we like that anymore look at them! They are adorable and in love!" We separate with Eliza snickering as I go red and groan.

"Mom!"

"It's my job now you two sit down and George and I will serve you." Eliza being Eliza opened her mouth to protest but Martha beat her to it.

"No, nothing you can say will change my mind" Eliza huffs and we sit down at the table.

-After Dinner-

We are in the living room and we just finished telling them the story. Eliza and I are sitting together hands grasped Martha is by my other side and George is by Eliza's side. They are hugging us as we cry, hands still grasped as if letting go will kill us. When we finally calm down, Martha wipes the tears from my eyes and George does it for Eliza. George and Martha kiss us both on the side of our heads then move so we're facing them. I pull in Eliza closer to me. I press a firm kiss one her wet cheek. She looks at me and smiles a grateful smile before getting close and resting her head on my shoulders. I look at and wrap an arm around her then turn to my parents. George is smiling proudly and Martha looks like she is trying not to squeal. George is first to break the silence.

"So, do you guys have any idea what you want to do?" I shake my head.

"All we know is that we really wanted children" Martha then smiles widely and say quite loudly "YOU COULD ADOPT! I don't know why that didn't occur to me sooner. Yeah, they tend to be difficult but-" I cut her off "We could! Also who cares about difficult, I was too. I know what's it's like to be in the system and it's not good. We can seriously help this kid. What do you think Eliza?" She thinks for a bit then smiles widely "I would love too! I mean we would need a bigger house, right? I think there is this one house around half an hour away from here, closer to the city that is up for sale. It's still close enough to my school that it shouldn't be a problem! That house has two bathrooms, four bedrooms, and has an amazing backyard and front yard. Its big but not too big where it feels empty. Oh, Alex, you'll love it especially since its closer to the city. It looks more like a really nice city and it's louder. I know you don't like the quite very much and-" I cut her off "Wow, wow Betsey! You really got it planned out, but we first need to apply for the foster care so they can know that we are willing to adopt. The house will come later." She frowns and says "No, we need to put in the application that we have enough space and right now we don't plus I don't want my child to grow up in a place where there are barely any children." I smile always prepared. "Alright, dad can you help me with the application and mom can you and Eliza go see the house tomorrow?" They nod and we get to work.

A/N Dang that was long. So I hope you like this. I know nothing about the foster program or anything so let's just pretend I know about that. The fertility things though I do know about, I know a person who is in it so that is the only reason that is accurate. If you like this story, please turn on chapter notifications since I really don't have a schedule but I'm not one to abandon stories so this will be finished don't worry. Please my it one of your favorites it would really mean a lot! Thank you, guys!