A/N: Philip is 9 and Angie is 3
Philip POV:
I wrote a poem for my dad. I was just going to leave it on his nightstand when my mom had this "genius" idea for me to say it out loud to him.
"Daddy, daddy look! My name is Philip, I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned 9. You can write rhymes but you can't write mine. I practice French and play piano with my mother, I have a sister and I'm getting a little brother. My daddy works in a really big bank. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq!!!" I said.
"BRAVO!!!" Said my dad. I smiled.
"What were you saying about a little brother?" asked my dad.
"Mom told me to put that in there..." I said.
"Oh really?" My dad replied, looking at my mom. She smiled at him.
They hugged. Now I'm confused!!! Why are they hugging!? Mom came over to me.
"Philip... you're going to have a baby brother!" My mom said, hugging me.
My dad went to get Angie. I realized something as she hugged me. A baby brother means... I'm going to end up in more trouble.
It also means I may never sleep again!
Ugh! Why do they keep doing this!
I guess having a little brother is better than having a little sister. Someone who won't annoy me as much. I guess I could get used to having a little brother.
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PHILIP! (A Philip Hamilton Story)
Fanfiction***COMPLETE A modern Hamilton AU starting with Philip as a week old. Throughout the story, we go through Philip (and all his relatives) life and watch all the drama unfold. Growing up, causing drama, getting in trouble. Trigger Warnings: • mention...
