Random One - shots

Dear Y/N (Alexander Hamilton x daughter!reader)

In the bustling city of New York, nestled within the walls of the Hamilton household, a momentous occasion was about to unfold—the birth of Y/N Hamilton, the youngest daughter of Alexander and Eliza Hamilton.

As Eliza's labor pains intensified, Alexander paced the room anxiously, his mind racing with a mixture of excitement and concern. "How are you holding up, my dear?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

Eliza managed a weak smile through her discomfort. "I'm alright, Alexander. Just eager to meet our little one," she replied, her hand tightly gripping his.

Meanwhile, Philip, their 10 year old son, stood nearby, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl, Papa?" he asked eagerly.

Alexander chuckled, ruffling Philip's hair affectionately. "Only time will tell, my son. But no matter what, they'll be a blessing to our family," he reassured him.

Hours passed, each minute feeling like an eternity, until finally, the sound of a newborn's cry filled the room. Eliza's tired but radiant face lit up with joy as the midwife placed the bundle into her arms.

"It's a girl," the midwife announced, smiling warmly at the Hamilton family.

Tears welled up in Alexander's eyes as he gazed down at his daughter, his heart overflowing with love. "Y/N," he whispered softly, gently stroking her tiny hand. "Welcome to the world, my dear Y/N Hamilton."

Eliza looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears of happiness. "She's perfect, Alexander," she murmured, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead.

Philip approached cautiously, peering at his new sister with wonder. "She's so small," he remarked, a mixture of awe and curiosity in his voice.

Alexander scooped Philip into his arms, bringing him closer to the newborn. "Yes, but she's also incredibly strong, just like her mother," he said proudly, wrapping his arm around Eliza.

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As the Hamiltons returned home with little Y/N, Alexander couldn't help but marvel at the precious bundle in his arms. He sat in a chair beside Y/N's crib, his gaze fixated on her peaceful slumber.

Eliza approached, smiling at the sight of Alexander's adoration. "She's finally asleep, Alexander," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.

Alexander tore his gaze away from Y/N for a moment, meeting Eliza's eyes with a soft smile. "I can't help it, Eliza. She's just so... perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Eliza chuckled softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know, my love. She's our little miracle," she said, her own eyes shining with love.

For hours, Alexander remained by Y/N's side, watching over her with unwavering devotion. Every tiny movement, every soft sigh, filled his heart with overwhelming joy.

"Dear Y/N," he began, his voice soft and tender, "What to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother's smile. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart."

His voice cracked with emotion as he continued, his eyes shining with tears of joy.

"I'm dedicating every day to you. Domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart and to thought I was so smart."

As dawn approached and Y/N continued to sleep soundly, Alexander leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're going to do amazing things, Y/N. I just know it," he whispered, his voice filled with love and pride.

With a contented smile, Alexander settled back into his chair, ready to spend the night gazing at his daughter, knowing that their bond would only grow stronger with each passing moment.