A/n: it's probably really annoying that I put one of these at the beginning of every chapter but...

I just wanted to say that Aaron is a an interesting individual in this story😂 thanks to xAddisonx4123 for creating the quirky Burr that I've come to love.

Theodosia's POV

I didn't think it could get any worse after Eliza reacted the way that she did. Yet the silence that fell over the room as we waited for my parents to arrive felt so much worse. Every so often, I would glance over and catch Eliza glaring at me. I think that's what hurt the most. A woman who once said she looked at me as if I was her own daughter, now giving me looks that are filled with so much anger and hate.

After being consumed by my thoughts and Eliza's hate fueled glares for what felt like an eternity, my dad burst into the house. With his gun in his hand.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" He yelled out, waving around the gun as he did so.

"Dad," I started, in a small voice, "you have to promise you won't get mad. Please put away the gun..."

At that his expression started to soften, yet I could tell he was a bit confused. Even so, he listened and slowly put the gun back into it's rightful holding place, before sitting down on the couch beside Eliza.

"I promise..." He said, in a softer tone than before, "Now what is it?"

All the while, Eliza sat there silently watching everything play out. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her head. She was probably actively thinking of ways to get rid of me so that I wouldn't ruin Philip's life. I looked down at my hands as the tears started to roll down my cheeks once again.

"Dad," I began, before I choked out a sob, "I-I'm pre-pregnant..."

I could've sworn that I heard my father gasp. Other than that he didn't say a word as I repeatedly mumbled, "I'm so sorry," as I continued to sob.

After a while, he finally spoke, still in a state of shock, "You're...Pregnant...You're...Pregnant...You're actually pregnant..."

"Yes sir," I mumbled, not wanting to make the situation any worse that it already is.

"Who's the father?" He asked, a bit of frustration becoming evident in his voice.

"Philip Hamilton..." I mumbled even quieter than before, knowing very well how he feels about the Hamilton's.

At that all he could do was shake his head. He gave me a look that he would only give me when I messed up really bad. The look that let me know that I had let him down.

"When did you find out?" He asked, his disappointed now clear in his voice.

"A couple weeks ago..." I said weakly, wanting nothing more than to go home and never leave my room again.

"Does your mother know about this?"

"No sir," I replied, "But Eliza does and I'm pretty sure she hates me."

Once again I started to cry, and I was really starting to wish that I could control my emotions a bit more. I started to hope that my whole pregnancy wouldn't be this difficult. All the while my dad pulled me into a hug, which helped to comfort me at least a little bit.

"I don't think she hates you..." He began, as he sighed a bit, "I'm pretty sure she's very disappointed. But tell me, why would you do that with Philip? You're not even engaged to him... let alone married."

"Exactly my point," Eliza said, finally chiming in on the conversation.

"It just sorta happened," I said with a sniffle, "We thought we were being safe. Daddy, I'm really scared."

"Theo, it'll be alright. It'll be okay," my father said with a sigh, "Just...never do it again. Until you're married," He took a deep breath before continuing, "I think you should tell your mother. I don't think she'll be mad. Maybe a little bit, but more disappointed."

"Don't worry," I started, "I think Eliza is mad enough for everyone. At least Alex is happy for us, though."

"Yes," Alex said with a smile, "And I will pay for either half of the wedding or the house."

"Really?!" I asked with a tinge of excitement in my voice, "Eliza's okay with it?"

"Uhmmmmmm..."

"Well that's really assuring, Mr. Hamilton," I said, the sarcasm clear in my voice.

"Thanks for being so supportive, Pops," Philip said in an attempt to change the subject. I smiled at my boyfriend and squeezed his hand softly, feeling grateful to have him by my side. He squeezed my hand back softly, and returned my smile with his cute one that I loved so much.

"Well the only one who has to find out about this now is your mom..."

Just then, my mother walked into the Hamilton's house looking a bit flustered. She sat down on an empty recliner across the room as she was finally able to gather her thoughts.

"I came as soon as I could," She said, "Eliza told me that my daughter had something important to tell me, but I got stuck at work late. Anyway, what did you need to tell me, sweetie?"

Once again all the attention was focused on me. I felt so anxious and I just wanted to get this over with already.

"Mom," I began, the tears filling up in my eyes yet again, "I'm pregnant."

She sat there silently for what felt like an eternity before she finally came over and wrapped me in a hug.

"I'll support you however I can," She had a comforting smile across her face, which really helped to ease my nerves.

"Thank you," I said as I pulled away from the hug, "Mom, do you think you could try and calm Eliza down about this? She's really mad."

My mother simply nodded as she turned to where Eliza had been sitting on the couch, only to find that the younger woman had snuck out of the room. With that she left the living room on a mission to stop her best friend from planning the death of their children.