Messy Y/n Jefferson × Philip Hamilton

chapter 16

[I LEFT U GUYS ON A HUGE CLIFF HANGER HUH?!! IM SOO SORRY BUT ILL GET TO WRITING LET ME SHUT UP!]

Y/n pov:After two more days in the hospital with Phillip it was finally time to go see my family. Phillip sat in his wheelchair as I put our bags in the carriage, I really wondered what my mothers family wanted to see me for...they talked to me of course but I was way closer to my fathers family and after my mother's death I had become pretty distant from them. My dad was already in the carriage and watched as I put the bags up..didnt know why he wasnt helping but it was whatever. After I was done I helped Philip into the carriage and picked up his wheelchair, folding it up and sitting it the carriage then getting in myself.

Philip looked at me and smiled gently and I returned the smiled then turned my attention to the window. Going to see family was exciting but it was also very random, as I started thinking about it all memories of mom can flashing back into my mind.

"Mama...do you think daddy will ever get to be president. It's all he talks about"...I looked at her as we read in the garden. She shrugged and closed the book "You're father is a man of courage. He does what's right and does what he can and he doesnt give up until he gets what he wants. In my eyes daddy's already a president" she replied as she picked me up and sat me in her lap, her beautiful white dress flowing in the wind and hair sitting delicately in a bun on top of her head. I smiled and rested my head on her chest "You're right mama..hes already the president!" I giggled. Father came out of the back with cups of tea for us all and he sat with me and mama. His curly hair was even bigger than it was now and he only wore a button up shirt and a pair of shorts. I missed when father dressed like that, like there wasnt a care in the world just me and mama...

I looked back over at Philip as he grabbed my hand. "Whatcha thinking about?" he asked me.

I looked at my lap and shrugged "I was thinking about my mother...i was just having a little flashback of her. with her pretty dress and her hair pent up into a beautiful bun" I replied and started playing with his hair. He laughed a little and sighed

"I bet your mother was beautiful, delicate just like you are. With her heart on her sleeve" he sighed "It would have been an honor to meet her"

I nodded "Well shes watching from above..I hope shes proud of the decisions I have made"

"No doubt she is.." he assured me and rested his head on my shoulder. I rested my head on top of his and sighed as I slipped off my boots. "Sometimes I doubt.." I mumbled and looked back out the window imagining a world where mother was still here. sitting in the other carriage with dad as they would laugh and drink wine and tea and he would rub her back. Father was a good husband and father..I fell asleep with a content smile on my face

{○Time Skip○}

I felt the carriage jolt and it woke both me and Philip up. He looked over at me and rubbed his sleepy brown eyes..

"We here?" he asked and sat up off of my shoulder.

I shrugged and looked out the window to see my moms childhood home. I smiled and jumped out of the carriage. I walked over to my dads carriage and knocked on the door "Dad, we've made it!" I yelled and ran back to Philip "Scoot over I'll get your wheelchair!"

"I dont need that thing I can walk just fine babe, I got shot I'm not an old man" he grunted and wiggled his skinny body out of the carriage.

I shook my head and grabbed the wheelchair just in case. Father came out and looked at the two of us. "Dont tell them you got Shot Little Hamilton.  They'll think my daughter is dating a rebel okay?" he asked and smiled at us "I love you both..thank you for coming with me"

I looked up at him a little shocked and then over at my boyfriend...he. nodded and wiped the blood that was starting to drip from his wound a little "Got it Mr.Jefferson" he replied and grabbed a suitcase.

"Give me that Philip! you're not supposed to be holding heavy things you just got shot!" I yelled and grabbed the suitcases. We all walked up to the door as the sun was starting to shine over the house. My father knocked and after a few minutes of waiting my Grandmother opened the door.

"Oh my gosh..OH MY GOSH HI!" She yelled out of joy and squeezed me half to death. Soon my Granfather and cousins came racing to the door to give us all hugs.

After everyone swarmed us they looked at Philip "Who is this cute young man?" my Grandmother asked.

He looked at her and shook her hand "I'm Philip Hamilton, Son of Alexander Hamilton" he smiled and kissed her hand.

"Alexander Hamilton, oh that fox I didnt know he had children!" she smiled and invited us in "Come Come let me fetch you guys breakfast."

We all walked in and set our bags down. She put food out on the table and smiled "Are you y/n's boyfriend Philip?" my grandfather asked as he looked at him.

Philip nodded "Yes...I am..I messed up but she gave me another chance and has blessed me with the opportunity to meet her family" he explained and smiled at me

I giggled and almost spat out my food..he wasnt ever the respectable type but I guess he would do whatever it took to impress my family.

Grandfather nodded and we all talked and caught up. "Alright..now that we've got all sunshine and rainbows out of the way there is something that I need to tell you guys. Uncle Robert, he's sick.. same condition your mother had." he sighed and looked at Grandmother

She nodded and wiped her eyes "Our second son..he is sick too. Now theres only Rosie and Aaron left.. "

I looked at my plate and sighed..."here we go again" I mumbled..