My Childhood Friend Turned Soulmate (Philip Hamilton X Reader)

Take your Kid to Work Day

Ever since I can remember, I've always wanted to be royalty. Of course that feeling faded over time because where I'm from, I'm practically the closest thing to royalty.

My name is (Y/N) Washington. As in the President of the United States' daughter.

Being the President's daughter has its perks. Like the big bedrooms, the pretty dresses, the random treats throughout the day. My father always tried to give me the best life possible, while also shaping me into a young woman that would "blow us all away" in his words.

One of my favorite perks of being in the Washington family though, was the infamous "Bring Your Kid to Work Day". I got to walk around with my father through the building where he worked, which was at the time in New York City. My father took me to his building every year since I could walk, which was around year 2. It was currently 3 years later, and I was 5 years old when I met my best friend.

"Daddy! Daddy! Who are those guys?" I pointed to a pair of men across the hallway, impatiently bouncing on my father's hip. He chuckled and grabbed my hand in his giant rough one, bringing it back down to my side.

"Don't point, sweetheart. That's rude." He said calmly. I blushed.

"Sorry daddy." I quickly pecked his cheek. He smiled and called the two men over.

"(Y/N), meet Thomas Jefferson and James Madison." He motioned to the two men. Jefferson was in a purple trench coat that looked way too expensive for work clothes, and Madison was wearing a simple grey jacket. They both gave me a simple wave, and I smiled.

"Why do you have a girl's name?" I looked over at the shorter man, who eyes widened before giving me a soft laugh. Jefferson on the other hand laughed openly before composing himself. Even my father couldn't help but snicker beside me.

"I blame my parents." Madison poked my belly. "Thomas, we have to go."

Jefferson came closer to me before grabbing my little hand and giving it a kiss.

"Pleasure to meet you (Y/N). I'll see you at the cabinet meeting tomorrow, Mr. President." He nodded at my father before following Madison.

We continued down the hallway which I've come to memorize from my previous trips and turned into my father's office, where my father sat me down on his desk next to his chair, where he sat. I looked around the room while my father did some paperwork. The office was white, this a couple columns here and there, a few chairs in front of the desk where I sat, a dresser to the right, and an American flag to the left. Some windows let in the morning sunlight so we didn't have to use any man made light. A big painting of the president was behind the desk, right above where the real president sat. I kicked my legs a little, watching my sky blue dress fold and stretch with every movement of my knees.

"Mr. President?" A voice came from the door, followed by a brisk knock. My father looked up while I turned around. A man was standing at the door, blackish brown hair around his shoulders and a green coat.

"Secretary Hamilton, come in." My father said, standing from his seat. I jumped down from the desk and scurried over to my father while also looking up at the stranger. I've heard the name Hamilton before, but I've never met him because he was apparently always busy.

"Mr. President, I- who's this?" He stopped mid-sentence as soon as he made eye contact with me. I instinctively hid behind my father's legs in embarrassment.

"This is my daughter, (Y/N). I don't believe you two have met." My father bent down and gently pressed me forward to meet the man. "(Y/N), this is Alexander Hamilton."

I stepped forward slightly and looked up at him. He smiled then bent down to reach my level.

"Hello (Y/N), it's nice to finally meet you." I smiled and nodded. "How old are you, I wonder?"

"I'm five years old!" I said confidently, holding out my hand to show him just how many years. He chuckled and looked to the side to think.

"You know, my son is only a year older than you. Would you like to meet him? I'm sure he would love a new friend." I smiled and bounced on my heels a little. It's been way too long since I met someone I could play with. Alexander then stood back up and turned to the door, motioning for someone to come in.

Alexander then turned back around and walked towards me, a little boy now by his side.

The boy had a head of big curly hair, a face full of freckles and a little grey suit. He was on his father's heels as we looked around the room, until he made eye contact with me. His cheeks flushed red and he ran behind his father's legs. Alexander chuckled before nudging the boy out of hiding.

"(Y/N), this is Philip. Philip, this is (Y/N)." He said. Philip nodded to his father and came up to me.

"H-hi." I could tell he was a little nervous, so I wasn't as energetic so I wouldn't scare him off.

"Hi Philip, It's nice to meet you! Do you want to play with me?" I asked putting out my hand for him to shake it. I heard my father and Alexander laughing slightly in the background.

"Okay.." Philip said, taking my hand.

"Daddy? Can I show Philip my play place?" I asked politely. My father turned to Alexander, who nodded, then turned back to me.

"Alright, just be back here for lunch, okay?"

I nodded happily, then gently pulled on Philip's hand to indicate him to follow. "Bye daddy!" I yelled.

"Bye papa!" Philip said behind me, before following me down the hallway, still holding my hand.