Sorry I have updated in ages. I haven't had the time to write, but with us in Quarentine, looks like there's more then enough time. There's only one more chapter left in this story. Sorry if it seems rushed. I'm really excited about finishing WYS up.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and miscarrige

I don't own Hamilton.

Chapter Twenty Nine

She wasn't okay. And if Annie wasn't okay, her baby probably wasn't either. That morning she had woken up with cramps. Though, she had been having them, these ones felt worse. Like, something was wrong, worse. Something felt off, as well. Annie didn't feel pregnant in a way anymore. David was at work, but she needed to talk to someone.

As she got ready for that morning, Annie discovered blood stains on her drawers. This was worse then she thought. Could she be losing her baby? They had tried for months for her to finally get pregnant. She couldn't eat. Annie ordered a carriage. When it arrived, she practically jumped into and ordered to go to her parent's house.

The house was quiet for once when she arrived. Alexander was on an outing with the children while Eliza rested. She had a key. Hoping to not scare her mother, she opened the door.

Eliza was in her bedroom, reading a book. She set the novel down upon seeing her daughter there. Her smiled faded when she saw the tears in Annie's eyes. Eliza opened up her arms. She ran towards her. Just as she did as a child. Eliza wrapped her up in the quilt. Kissing her on the cheeks.

"What's wrong, baby?" she whispered.

"I think. . . I think I lost the baby." Annie let out a sob.

"Oh, honey!" Eliza patted her daughter's back. "What happened?"

"I just don't feel like I'm carrying a baby anymore and this morning I saw. . . I can't loose this baby, Mama. David and I've tried so hard and now. . ."

"Let's have Ms. White come over and see if you really did lose the baby. Before anything happens we need to make sure it's real."

Eliza sent a maid over to get the midwife. As they waited, Annie spilled out all her worries to her mother. They hadn't had this time to themselves in ages. Even wit these circumstances, it was still nice. Annie refused to leave the safety of the warm bed.

"Do you remember when I had a miscarriage?" Eliza asked, "You were ten, I think. Mrs. Washington came over a lot those days."

"I do a little bit."

"It's going to be alright, Annie. No matter what happens. If this is what we think it is, let yourself have all the time you need to mourn. I'll be the Mrs. Washington for you. Take all the time you need."

Mrs. White arrived, then. She preformed a few tests. Annie never let her mother's hand go.

"You didn't lose the baby," Mrs. White announced, "Everything's fine."

"I didn't?" A weight had been lifted off of Annie's chest. She squeezed Eliza's hand. "Then how. . . ?"

"False alarms. Sometimes it happens during pregnancies. But as far as I'm concerned both you and the baby are safe."

That had to have been the happiest moment in Annie's life.

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