Unexpected // Philip Hamilton

Philip Hamilton x Reader (Unexpected)- Part 2

A/N: Here is the long awaited part 2, I think you guys know what to expect in this. But just in case, you may want some tissues nearby.

"It'll be all fine soon," You whispered, and comfortingly held the fragile form of Mrs. Hamilton in your arms. She shook as tears flooded her eyes and she began to sob loudly.

Mr. Hamilton sat a few feet away, and he quietly cried to himself. Although you felt he was the one to blame for the situation you wouldn't feed his guilt. He was already overworked, you could clearly see the stress and pain in his face and in his eyes.

You slowly turned your head to look towards the edge of the bed where he sat, unmoving. You had refused to look at his face, in fear of breaking down yourself. And you couldn't do that, not in front of his parents who needed comforting more than you did.

As your eyes inched closer and closer towards his head you quickly stopped yourself. You couldn't do this. It was too painful.

You held back a sob as Mrs. Hamilton screamed in your shoulder. You wanted to comfort both the Hamiltons but, you couldn't move an inch under Eliza's grip. You slowly lifted Elizabeth from the cold floor and dragged her through the hallways of her large home. She willingly followed, too grief stricken and in shock to notice where she was being taken.

You opened the sturdy oak doors of the master bedroom and led Eliza to the bed. Quickly lifting the covers for her, she laid down under the sheets and almost as soon as her head hit the pillow she closed her eyes. You left the room quietly, the sound of her sobs slowly dying.

You entered his room once more , stopping yourself from gazing at the frozen body. You made your way over to Mr. Hamilton, who had puffy, red, tired eyes and a deep frown on his face. You took a seat next to him, and he stared longingly at the figure of his son.

Placing your hand on his shoulder you spoke, "Mr. Hamilton-"

"It's all my fault," He interrupted, he continued to stare at his son's lifeless form.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, "We all could've have put a stop to it...somehow. Everyone is to blame, including myself."

His eyes finally met yours, they were wide in shock, "No, no, no, This is all me."

You sighed and placed your hand on his, "You can't always blame yourself for everything that goes wrong that's out of your control, Mr. Hamilton. This world, these people, they can take care of their own problems... you don't always have to stress over the fate of others."

Mr. Hamilton took a deep breath, and spoke exhaustedly, "I guess you're right..."

You saw his eyes wander back towards the body and then they met yours. He spoke again, "He loved you... even when you didn't realize it. I remember when he was younger... he spoke about you a lot. It wasn't always bad stuff..."

You took a deep breath, you were finding it hard to form words on your lips as you stared into the same eyes Philip once had but, they weren't his eyes, they were his father's. You closed your eyes and covered your face with the palms of your hands. You took a shakey breath and began to speak through your trembling hands, "I-I  c-can't-t  ev-v-en look-look at him. H-He promise-promised m-me he'd wouldn't-t get hurt."

You felt a cold hand remove your own from your face. Mr. Hamilton stared at you with sad eyes, "He could have never known the outcome of the duel."

You whispered quietly, "...I know," You felt your eyes begin to water and you quickly blinked the tears away.

Mr. Hamilton stood up, "I'm going to check on Eliza...spend... some time with him...," He nodded his head towards the lifeless body resting on the bed. And he sped out the door, wanting to give you some privacy.