The Hamilton Family

𝐘𝐨𝐮 & 𝐌𝐞

It was months later, and Eliza was in severe pain. Alexander was pacing the floors, and Philip was off with his grandparents. Why? Because Eliza was going to be giving birth. Of course, it was improper for husbands to see their wives in such a condition, so they were banned from the room. Eliza wouldn't be delivering the baby alone, thankfully, because her mother had arrived just a few hours prior to the birth with a few maids to help Eliza get through the birth. Letting out a low moan of pain, Eliza tightly squeezed her mother's hand. "Shh, it'll all be over with soon," her mother assured her.

Eliza barely remembered what the birth was like, due to the overwhelming pain. However, hours (or minutes- Eliza wasn't keeping track of the time), a beautiful baby daughter was placed into her arms. Angelica Hamilton- her sister's namesake. After birthing her child, Eliza knew that she should rest, but she simply couldn't. She wanted to introduce Angelica Jr to her husband as soon as possible, so, her mother went and got Alexander, who appeared at Eliza's side almost instantly. "How is she...?" Alex whispered softly, tearful at the sight of his gorgeous baby daughter.

"She's healthy," Eliza offered a weak, but comforting smile to her husband. "Angelica Jr's healthy...or, as we'll call her, Ana." as if responding to her name, Ana let out a small coo.

Alexander gave a fearful smile, as he held his daughter. Now, he didn't fear having a child, no, he's already done that. But he feared his daughter would have the same libido he has...and give her the wrong reputation. Shaking these thoughts from his head, Alex pressed a gentle kiss to his daughter's forehead, his heart swelling with joy as his daughter's tiny fist gripped his shirt. "She's gorgeous..." he whispered softly, gently rocking his daughter in his arms.

"She is, isn't she?" Eliza beamed, filled with pride at her newborn. However, Eliza didn't miss a beat when she saw the look on her husband's face. "Why the long face?"

He bit his lip. "Well...to be frank, I fear for what our daughter will be like when she grows older. I'm afraid she'll have too much charm, and end up with so many men swooning over her. And...well...that she'll have my...ways."

Eliza laughed softly. "My dear, you need not worry about such things. For we will raise her in a proper way," and the smile that broke out across her face gave such a comfort to her husband that he nodded, and went back to fussing over their daughter.

Philip came soon to meet his baby sister, and immediately, Philip was protective over the young girl. He easily fell into the big brother role, and even from a young age, Ana seemed to attach to her older brother.

Over the next few days, as Eliza recovered from giving birth, Alexander was never far from her side. He would wait on her, and constantly ask if she needed anything, to which, Eliza shook her head. She had all that she needed, her family by her side. "The only thing that I could think of that's missing," she told her husband. "Is my sisters by my side. I always thought that when I had a kid, they'd be there with me..."

Alexander nodded somberly, but put his arm around her and kissed her cheek. "Fret not, my darling. All that matters at the moment is that you are here, and you are well. And our darling Ana is well. That's all I could ever ask for."

Eliza smiled, nuzzling into her husband and drifting off to sleep, as was the pattern for nowadays.

Alexander let his wife sleep, kissing her cheek gently, before standing and going to his office. Philip was asleep on the floor next to Ana's cradle, and Ana was asleep, dreaming peacefully. He gave a small smile at the sight, his heart warming at the look of seeing how close the two were. Then, he disappeared to his office, opening up a chest where his letters were kept. He opened the ones that he had written to John Laurens, his close friend throughout the war. He had collected not only the letters Laurens wrote to him, but also the ones he wrote to Laurens. Such as;
Quit your sword my friend, put on the toga; come to Congress. We know each other's sentiments, our views are the same. We have fought side by side to make America free. Let us hand in hand struggle to make her happy.

Tears flooded his eyes and obscured his view. After all, he did not make close friendships easily. And Laurens was his closest friend. Tiredly, Alexander rose from his desk, locked the letters away, and returned to his wife's side. As much as Laurens' death had caused him pain, he thought of how lucky he was to be where he is right now. To have the best of wives, and the best of children. Smiling somberly to himself, he kissed his wife's hand, and soon fell asleep by her side.