Chapter 2: Hamilton and Sinead or, Hamead

Sinead's POV.

I don't remember much from the clue hunt, but the one horrible thing I do remember was when the stupid museum blew up and my brothers were severely injured and Isabel torturing Ned, Ted and I. I try not to think about it but whenever I go to family reunions, it only reminds of the pain we all suffered through.

But that was my old life. To be specific eight years ago. And that part of my life was most defiantly not boring.

"So," Hamilton said to me walking down the stairs holding hospital papers, "The doctor thinks she'll be here on October 18th, that's exactly one week from today." He seemed to be worried, that truthfully doesn't surprise me.

"Calm down Ham," I said, "Now that we've got some time, lets think of a name."

"Do we have to right now?" He complained.

"Yes," I said calmly. We'd been trying to think of a name for weeks.

He sighed and rubbed his head, "How 'bout, uh, Isabella?"

" NO!" I screamed, Hamilton flinched, "Sorry, just, you know horrible memories."

"Then how about, Alina?" I shook my head, "Sasha?" I shook my head again, "Kennedy, Kimberly, Julia?" I always loved the name Julia.

"I love that name," I said smiling. Hamilton looked dumbfounded.

"Which one?" He asked stupidly.

I rolled my eyes, "Julia, I seriously love that name. You like it too, right?" He nodded his head.

"Ya, now what about a middle name?" He asked.

I thought for a moment, "Alyson?" I asked, He nodded his head. We finally found a name after weeks of arguing.

It was in the middle of the night and all I could think about was what Julia was going to look like, Blonde hair, or Red hair, Blue, green or gray eyes? That's when I heard a moan from the side of the bed. 'Hamilton' I thought.

"Sinead," He moaned, I was right. "What are ya, doing up this late?" He asked.

"I want the child to come soon," He gave a confused look, "I have been thinking about what she might look like. What do you think?" I asked him.

"Hmmmmmm," He mumbled, "Maybe, red hair and blue eyes."

I shook my head, "I think she's going to have dark blonde hair, like yours, and green eyes, like me."

He rolled his eyes, "If you don't thinks she's going to have red hair, then she'll have , dark blonde hair," I nodded, and he continued, "But I still think she'll have blue eyes."

I smiled, "Maybe so we'll just have to wait and see."

one week later

I was on my way how from work and when I got home, my water broke. I began to freak out, 'that doctor was right,' I thought.

"HAM," I screamed.

"What is it?" he asked.

"The doctor was right," I said, as Hamilton came running down the stairs.

"About what?" He asked