Title: Jake, Hamilton, and Emily. Author: Tanya Email:
mimilove56@yahoo.co.uk Rating: PG-13 Category: Jake/Hamilton
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for the character of Emily Summary:
Hamilton visits Jake in New York after summer session, and discovers she
has another secret. Thanks: To everyone who's ever written fanfic, for
giving me inspiration and motivation to write. To phoebs, for support.
I'd love some feedback!
Part 1 Jake walked through the hall of her New York home. She was wearing faded jeans and a loose fitting jumper. Nothing too feminine, but you could tell she was a girl. She looked beautiful in a glowing kind of way. It was getting late; the light through the windows in the hall is that summer evening kind.
She opened the front door and gasped as she saw who it was.
"Hamilton". He was standing on the doorstep, looking more gorgeous than ever before, if that's possible. He was carrying a backpack, and full sports bag. And he was grinning insanely as he looked at her.
Jake couldn't help but smile back. The butterflies in her stomach were more frantic than they usually were when she looked at him, and she knew why. That nagging thought in her mind was pushed right to the back though, as he stepped toward her.
"You're early", she said, smiling as his mirrored smile came inches from hers.
"I couldn't wait", he said, before leaning in for a soft, but meaningful kiss. She ran her hand through his soft hair. He held her waist gently.
*Crash* They separated quickly, and both looked toward where the sound came from: the kitchen. Jake looked concerned; Hamilton looked puzzled.
"Is someone here?" he asked.
Jake began to back away toward the kitchen. An apologetic look covered her face, and she stopped. "Hamilton.I have to tell you something", she began, and looked meaningfully into his eyes.
He looked toward the kitchen, as he sensed movement, and was shocked to see a little girl, probably around two years old, standing in the doorway. Not as shocked though, as when.
"Mommy!"
Hamilton's mouth fell open, literally, as he looked toward the girl in the blue dress. He turned to look at Jake, his eyes wide. She looked back at him, a look of complete regret, and pity, on her face. Their eyes locked, as Hamilton's world came crashing down around him, and Jake saw the man she loved crumbling beneath that one word. She looked toward her daughter, after a few seconds, as she knew she had to. Emily was only young; she didn't understand why anybody should have more attention than she should.
"What is it honey?" Jake asked, as she picked up her daughter and rested her on her hip like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"The tower fell down", Emily replied, twisting her dress in her hands.
Jake wiped a stray hair lovingly from her daughter's face. "That's okay sweetie, we can build another one."
Hamilton looked toward the pair. The woman he loved with the whole of himself, and.her daughter. He was shocked beyond belief. She'd lied. Again! And.about.THIS! They looked perfect together. Jake's hip was made for that little girl to sit on. Hamilton's stomach jumped three feet in the air as he realised something. 'Jake's not a virgin!' And then a million different questions zoomed through his head in a millisecond. 'Who's the father?' 'Are they still together?' 'Does she love me?' 'Why didn't she tell me?'
By this point, Jake had walked toward Hamilton, with Emily still on her hip. "Emily, I want you to meet Hamilton. Say hello."
"Hello Hamilton." Emily looked down shyly as she said it. Jake looked intently at Hamilton. He looked through them. He felt like he was floating, like it was a dream.
Jake frowned at Hamilton. She knew this was a huge blow for him, and she wasn't surprised at how he'd reacted. Her heart ached as she looked at him. "Come on Emily, let's get you to bed", she said quietly, and headed toward the stairs. With one last look at him, standing in the hallway, she walked slowly up the stairs.
Part 1 Jake walked through the hall of her New York home. She was wearing faded jeans and a loose fitting jumper. Nothing too feminine, but you could tell she was a girl. She looked beautiful in a glowing kind of way. It was getting late; the light through the windows in the hall is that summer evening kind.
She opened the front door and gasped as she saw who it was.
"Hamilton". He was standing on the doorstep, looking more gorgeous than ever before, if that's possible. He was carrying a backpack, and full sports bag. And he was grinning insanely as he looked at her.
Jake couldn't help but smile back. The butterflies in her stomach were more frantic than they usually were when she looked at him, and she knew why. That nagging thought in her mind was pushed right to the back though, as he stepped toward her.
"You're early", she said, smiling as his mirrored smile came inches from hers.
"I couldn't wait", he said, before leaning in for a soft, but meaningful kiss. She ran her hand through his soft hair. He held her waist gently.
*Crash* They separated quickly, and both looked toward where the sound came from: the kitchen. Jake looked concerned; Hamilton looked puzzled.
"Is someone here?" he asked.
Jake began to back away toward the kitchen. An apologetic look covered her face, and she stopped. "Hamilton.I have to tell you something", she began, and looked meaningfully into his eyes.
He looked toward the kitchen, as he sensed movement, and was shocked to see a little girl, probably around two years old, standing in the doorway. Not as shocked though, as when.
"Mommy!"
Hamilton's mouth fell open, literally, as he looked toward the girl in the blue dress. He turned to look at Jake, his eyes wide. She looked back at him, a look of complete regret, and pity, on her face. Their eyes locked, as Hamilton's world came crashing down around him, and Jake saw the man she loved crumbling beneath that one word. She looked toward her daughter, after a few seconds, as she knew she had to. Emily was only young; she didn't understand why anybody should have more attention than she should.
"What is it honey?" Jake asked, as she picked up her daughter and rested her on her hip like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"The tower fell down", Emily replied, twisting her dress in her hands.
Jake wiped a stray hair lovingly from her daughter's face. "That's okay sweetie, we can build another one."
Hamilton looked toward the pair. The woman he loved with the whole of himself, and.her daughter. He was shocked beyond belief. She'd lied. Again! And.about.THIS! They looked perfect together. Jake's hip was made for that little girl to sit on. Hamilton's stomach jumped three feet in the air as he realised something. 'Jake's not a virgin!' And then a million different questions zoomed through his head in a millisecond. 'Who's the father?' 'Are they still together?' 'Does she love me?' 'Why didn't she tell me?'
By this point, Jake had walked toward Hamilton, with Emily still on her hip. "Emily, I want you to meet Hamilton. Say hello."
"Hello Hamilton." Emily looked down shyly as she said it. Jake looked intently at Hamilton. He looked through them. He felt like he was floating, like it was a dream.
Jake frowned at Hamilton. She knew this was a huge blow for him, and she wasn't surprised at how he'd reacted. Her heart ached as she looked at him. "Come on Emily, let's get you to bed", she said quietly, and headed toward the stairs. With one last look at him, standing in the hallway, she walked slowly up the stairs.