Just a warning in advance: I wrote this late at night. I had a problem with doing that.

I don't own Hamilton.

Chapter Eight

Alexander was making a slow, but heathy recovery. After Philip returned home from work, the couple found themselves often at the Hamiltons. Theodosia would help take up the little ones, while Philip did the little odd jobs that needed the be done. Spending so much time with the children made Theodosia remember about so many things she needed to do. Like pick out a baby name. Or finish the baby's room. Everyday Theo was met with a new name suggestion.

"You should name the baby, Theoliza," William suggested.

Theo covered her mouth to hide her smile. "And why is that?"

"Because it's after both of your mothers." William rolled his eyes as if it was so obvious.

The next day it was Princess Silly Sparkles. Because of course, that was the perfect name for a little girl. Heck, they didn't even know if the baby was going to be a girl. But when Theodosia told Ellie that, she just said that she could name a boy that too. Which made perfect sense.

It was when they were at the Hamiltons again, when it happened. Theodosia was reading to Ellie. But every once in a while, Ellie would interrupt her by asking a question. They ranged from "Why are pigs pink?" to "When is your baby going to be born?". Theo tried to be patient as she answered her questions, but it was getting hard. All Theo wanted to do was get into bed and take a nice long nap. Especially with the sudden sharp pains to her stomach. Another false labor. Eliza had warned her of them. The baby wasn't due for another two weeks.

"Okay, Ellie," said Theodosia, "Time to sleep now."

"No!" Ellie whined, her face aimed at the ceiling.

"Yes, Ellie-Bellie. Time to go to sleep. Please." Theo let out a huge yawn.

The little girl in her hands giggled. Theodosia laid her down on her cot. After a few minutes of singing lullabies to her, Ellie feel asleep. Theo smiled with relief. At last the child was sleeping. As much as Theodosia loved her, spending one more moment telling a story or singing a lullaby would kill her. Besides the pains were getting sharper and lasting longer each time. Theodosia waddled over to were Philip was. Her husband was sitting by the window, gazing out at the view. At the sunset.

Theodosia joined him. She pulled up another chair, panting all the way there. When Philip noticed her, he looked guilty. But Theo kissed his cheek before he could say anything. The two watched as the sun went down. Blinding them. Yet it was peaceful. Another day gone by.

Another patch of pain. A false contraction. But it seemed so real this time. Theodosia grunted. Philip immediately pulled her close to him. Theo held her belly as tightly as she could manage. A scream was ripped out of her throat.

"What's wrong, Theo?" asked Philip.

"The… Baby…" was all Theodosia could get out before another scream took over her voice.

"The baby's coming! But it's not due for another two weeks!"

"Just get someone!"

Philip took off. He didn't know where he was going. Theodosia was left in the kitchen. She fell down to her hands and knees. As much as she tried to remember the way that Eliza had instructed her on how to breath, the knowledge refused to return to her. Meanwhile, it seemed like Philip finally remembered what he was doing and came back with Eliza. In a daze, Theo was led into a bed. Annie got the midwife, Patience. Philip was kicked out of the room. Eliza ordered him to go visit with his father.

Alexander had gotten better within the past tow weeks. He was able to sit up in bed without any trance of being in pain. Now he had more energy to chat with his children. Theodosia had been cold to him lately, but he blamed it on hormones. Eliza was like that when she was expecting. When Alexander started to hear the screams so close to him, he got ready for Philip to arrive.

"How are you doing, son?" he questioned.

Instead of replying, Philip slumped into a chair. Sweet was glazed on his brow. It was going to be a very long night. Philip was just the start of it. Soon Alex, John, William, Ellie, and Gilbert would all be in this room, so they wouldn't interrupt the birth. Annie was inside the room helping with the birth while James was out with a girl called Mary Morris.

"How long does it take?" Philip had a pained look in his eyes. He was already dying inside from Theo's screams. He couldn't take anymore.

Alexander sighed. "It depends. It took eleven hours for you to be born." Philip groaned. "But only four for William."

"Four hours! Eleven hours! I can barely survive twenty minutes!" Philip exclaimed, "What am I suppose to do while I hear my wife's screams? Just sit there and write poetry?!"

It was going to be a long night, just as Alexander predicted.

William had been curious about the screams from the first one. He dragged John out of his room to go "exploring" for the sound. It turned out the cries were coming from the guest room. Slowly, William opened the door. For a moment he held the door open, his eyes growing wider from the scene before him. Eliza noticed that her seven-year-old son was watching the birth, sparing Theo and William any embarrassment, she slammed the door closed.

"Don't look in there," William warned his brother.

The two joined the rest of the family in Alexander's room. When Alexander saw the look on William's face, his eyebrows narrowed. What had they done now?

"What happened?" Alexander questioned.

"I'm glad I'm not a girl," was all William said.

"Me too," said John.

The room was quiet after that. William couldn't get the image out of his mind. John was trying not to get his mind to wonder about what it must of looked like. Curiosity might of killed the cat, but it scared the two boys. For all eternity.

"You know who we're missing?" asked William, "Mr. Burr. I mean he's the other grandfather."

Alexander's eyes clouded. "Burr? He doesn't deserve to be here."

"Sorry to say, it's true, but William proves a good point," Alex agreed, "I can get him."

Alex left behind his father glaring at William. John pulled his little brother away from Alexander's gaze.

"Mr. Burr! Mr. Burr!" Alex exclaimed pounding on the door to the Burr's home.

Aaron came out. Today was clearly not one of his better days. The dark lines under his eyes proved overwise. The press had heard about the duel somehow. Now Aaron was being shamed by the public for his actions. Sometimes, like now, Alex felt bad for the man. He made one mistake and now was frowned upon by the people. But the other side of Alex hated the man. Aaron one of the ones who pressured Alexander to releasing "The Reynold's Pamphlet". Breaking his mother's heart. Ruining his family. The fact that Aaron also shot Alexander didn't make him any better on Alex's eyes.

"Teddy-Theo's in labor!" Alex yelled at the older man.

"Meet me there," Aaron replied, closing the door behind him.

A few minutes after Alex arrived, Aaron came knocking at the door. Alex led him into the parlor. None of the children wanted their father and Mr. Burr in the same room. So Alex tried to make small talk with him. But Aaron seemed distracted. His leg was shaking as if there was no tomorrow.

"Are you alright, Mr. Burr?" Alex finally asked him.

"I can't lose her, too. After her mother… No, Theodosia's all I have left," Aaron murmured.

So the two sat in silence. Until James came home. He didn't seem to realize anything was wrong. James was dancing around the hallway, when Alex found him.

"I'm in love, brother! Love!" James was shouting.

"Shh! Teddy's in labor upstairs, so don't go up there," Alex whispered to his brother.

All of the joy from James's eyes disappeared. "What am I to do, then?"

"Just wait in the parlor with Mr. Burr and I."

"Wait! Burr's here?"

"Of course, James. He is Teddy's father."

"Do you even have a name for the baby?" John was questioning his older brother.

"No." Philip sighed.

Theodosia had been in labor for five hours now. As each minute passed, it seemed like time just became slower. Not faster, like his father told him. The screams from the guest room were getting stronger each time. Philip's knuckles were bright white from holding his father's hand. Alexander had to let go because his hand almost broke.

"We can help you, Phily!" Ellie decided, "Princess Silly Sparkles. Or Princess for short."

Philip was able to let himself smile. "Thanks for the suggestion, Ellie-Bellie."

"I've always liked the name Polly," William commented.

John rolled his eyes at his younger brother. "You only like that name because it's the name of the girl you like."

"Not true!"

"True!"

"Not true!"

"True!"

"True!"

"True!"

"True-wait!"

John smirked. William raised his hand to slap his brother, but after one look from his father, he set his hand down. William was already in enough trouble with his father.

"That reminds me of… Peggy. Maybe Margarita after Aunt Peggy," said Philip, "For a boy, perhaps Joseph?"

The family nodded in agreement.

Soon Philip would get to meet his little Margarita or Joseph.

"One more push, Mrs. Hamilton!" Patience shouted over Theo's scream.

"Thank goodness!" Theodosia let Eliza wipe her forehead with a rag.

Soon enough a cry filled the room. Their baby. Her child. Nothing in the world seem to be right without their child. Theodosia couldn't live. Couldn't breathe. Not without her baby placed in her arms.

"It's a girl, Teddy," Eliza whispered after a few minutes.

Theodosia was given her baby. Her daughter. She couldn't stop staring at the child. She already had tiny dark curls on her head. Her lips seemed like they were painted on. So tiny, yet perfect. Tiny fingers were reaching out to her. She would have her father's eyes. It was an instinct that Theodosia had. Theo did not want to put her down. Ever.

It was a few more minutes before Philip was let in the room. First Theo had to fed her child for the first time. While Eliza taught her how to breastfed, the maids, Annie, and Patience cleaned up. The bloody sheets and old bowls were taken out.

When Philip was allowed into the room, he ran inside. Looking around, he found his wife holding a bundle. Their child. Philip ran to her side.

"We have a daughter, Philip," Theodosia whispered to him.

"A daughter." Philip stared into the blankets that were wrapped around his daughter. A little nose, skin that was a tone lighter than Theo's, and little eyelashes. "Little Margarita."

"Margarita? Is that what we're going to name her?" Theo teased.

Philip beamed. "After my aunt. Besides she looks like one."

"Our little Meggie."

So we're taking a break from Eliza angst as we watch Philip and Theo navigate their way through parenting. Perhaps we'll get to hear more about Annie's, Alex's, and James's romantic life better. I have so many ideas. Alexander Hamilton is going to turn in his grave. He he.

Also thanks to everyone who suggested names. I guess I ended up naming her after Peggy. But I loved the idea.

I wasn't listening to Hamilton while I wrote this chapter. *Gasp!* I was listening to The Scarlet Pimpernel. It's such an underated musical , but it's so good. I totally recommend it. If you do listen to it, please listen to the Original Broadway Cast recording. Don't mess with any other crap. If anybody has listened to it or has seen it, PM me and we'll gush over it. Okay, I'm done with my rant.

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