Philip Hamilton x George Eacker becuz I said so

Chapter Thirty Two - "You Are Amazing, Philip Hamilton"

(I keep forgetting Philip's in a cast. Oops.)

George knocked awkwardly on the door of the Schuyler house, cradling a sleeping Philip in his arms.

"Oh good, you brought Philip home." A woman in a pink t-shirt and sweatpants said when she opened the door. "Frances told me you'd drive him back. George, right?"

George nodded and stepped inside when the woman invited him in. "I'm Angelica, Philip's favorite aunt." She said "Philip's room is up the stairs, last room on the right." She then walked into the kitchen, leaving George to his own devises.

The Schuyler house was much nicer, bigger, and cleaner than that of Philips Dads'. To the point where the considerable contrast was funny.

George remembered Philip saying something about his grandfather leaving his mother and aunts a large sum of money which they used to start a foundation for handling previous and current abusive relationships, mental illnesses, and sexuality/gender identity. He assumed that was why they had such a nice house.

"Up the stairs, last room on the right." George mumbled to himself. Philip's cast bumping against his chest as he climbed the stairs.

While Philip's room at his Dads' had been colorful and cluttered, his room at his Mom' and aunts' was both the same and different.

An old, dark wood, four poster bed sat in the far right corner, flowery curtains tied back to reveal a bed with a mess of blankets in varrying shades of the rainbow. A desk was pushed against the left wall, next to the closest and a bookshelf. But the most interesting thing was the wall that the door was set in.

All across the wall pictures. Sometimes they were framed, other times just holding on by a piece of tape, but either way, there were so many of them that you could barely see the wall they were hung on.

George couldn't help but stop and stare. There were pictures that dated all the way back to when Philip and Frances were babies, tucked neatly in hospital blankets, to just a few days ago, of G and Dick making faces at the camera as they sat on the bedroom floor doing homework. There were pictures of Philip's parents, both his Moms' and Dads', and more aesthetic ones of the night sky and of the beach. Philip's collection was truly amazing.

Eventually, George recovered himself, and set Philip down on the bed and covered him in blankets. He also pulled Philip's phone out of his pocket and connected it to its charger.

George took one last look at the sleeping beauty before leaning over to kiss him softly on the forehead.

"You are amazing, Philip Hamilton." George said before leaving the room.

(Sorry if this chapter doesn't make sense, I'm tired.)