Phillip laid in a casket awaiting burial when you decided to speak up. You ran home to the little place the both of you had just recently paid off. You grabbed a quill and paper. I want people to remember this.
I know that he was Hamilton and I'm a Jefferson. Not exactly a perfect pair but, I loved him. I truly did. In fact we had been secretly engaged and married only his mother, Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton knew of this. From this point further I shall be promoting my time to our children. Erika who is barely two years old, and our unborn child which will be named after the late Phillip Hamilton. Yes, all of these things are true and those who dare refute these facts, can ask anyone from Eliza, to Angie (Phillips younger sister). The people who didn't know where our fathers. Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton.
By the next morning the article had been published. You woke up your young daughter to explain why her father wasn't here. Erika cried but, in the end she understood. You tell her to go get dressed and that the two of you where going to see his grave.
Soon the two of you where at the grave yard. You stared emotionlessly at the headstone when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around you see your father.
You hug him. Something you thought you would never get to do again. "Did you read the article?" You ask him.
"Yes, I read it. I'm happy that you found somebody to love. I just wish you would have told me." He says.
"Would you like to meet Erika?" You ask him and he nods.
You lead him over to her.
(A/N Ummmmm So I'm a croaky writer. This is my first Hamilton fanfic. Do you want a part Two? Also I will take request just no smut please. Also, I'll do cast one shots too.)
