~8 years after the marriage~
Y/N's P.O.V
Eight years. It had been eight years. What has happened, you may ask? Short answer: a lot. I've had my first child. Don't be so shocked, that's how life works. The birth of my son was one of the funniest yet most painful experiences of my life. Let's go back in time, around two years ago.
~after 8 months of pregnancy~
It was a lazy Sunday and I was laying on the couch in the house Philip and I had bought for ourselves. Feet up, a stack of pillows behind me, and a very concerned husband watching my every move. Ever since I became pregnant, he observed me 24/7 and wouldn't let me do anything on my own. I tried to open a door once and he jumped in front of me to open it himself. That's how bad it had gotten.
Suddenly, however, I started feeling sharp pains. Thinking little of it, I closed my eyes and tried to take a nap. Philip noticed that I was disturbed and kept an even closer eye on me. In the middle of my weak attempt to fall asleep, I felt something trickle down my leg.
Ah yes. This is what true panic feels like.
I jolted up, trying to sit up straight. That was the last straw for Philip as he stood up and walked over to me. "Everything alright?" He asked as I shook my head. "I think... I think my water broke," I mumbled before feeling another sharp pain. Philip's eyes widened when he heard that. He quickly picked me up and got a carriage for us and requested another one to pick Eliza and Alexander up.
Once at the hospital, I was rushed into a room where the midwives helped me on a bed. Philip wanted to be with me but was told to stay outside until I was ready to deliver. He was not happy about that. The unhappiness grew as his parents arrived with Angie and Alex.
"Where is she?! Where is my daughter-in-law?!" Alexander yelled as soon as he entered the building. That loud call was followed by a few things being thrown against the wall.
"I didn't wait nine months to sit here and see nothing!" He yelled. "Pops, calm down," Angie begged, holding his arm. After the midwives confirmed my readiness, they let in Philip. He burst through the doors, sprinted to my side, and held my hand tightly.
While the ham-fam was going berzerk outside, the midwives told me to start pushing. The contraction felt like peanuts compared to this. I yelped in pain, squeezing Philip's hand as hard as I could thus making him yell louder than me.
"Why are YOU yelling?!" I screamed at him between the breaths. "Why are YOU breaking my hand?!" He yelled back in response. "OH. DOES IT HURT?!" I yelled before being told to push again.
"Father, calm the mother down," One of the midwives told Philip. Through the pain of his hand being clamped between a hand made of iron, Philip said: "Calm down, Y/N,"
"HELPFUL. VERY HELPFUL!" I yelled before yelping in pain again. "THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'LL LET YOU GET NEAR ME WHILE I'M SNACKING ON CHOCOLATE!" I screamed hysterically.
After a few pushes and long breathing breaks, I heard the crying of a baby. Tears of relief streamed down my cheek. I looked at Philip who then in turn looked at me. Slowly, I let go of Philip's red hand and looked down. Seconds later, one of the midwives handed me my son. I never thought I'd be a good mother. But the moment I felt his warmth, I wanted to be the best mother I could be.
"It's a boy," One of the midwives informed me. Philip leaned in next to me and looked at him for a while before saying. "What do you think about Philip Jr?" He asked. "No, too on the nose," I chuckled, booping Philip on the nose. "How about John? John Philip Hamilton," I smiled. "After my brother John Church?" He asked with a smile. I contemplated for a second before nodding. "Y-Yeah, totally that John," I said with a sheepish smile.
Alexander then made his grand entrance, pushed Philip out of his way, and asked if he could hold him. Laughing, I handed him my son. He took him in his arms and stared in awe. "We're proud of you, Y/N," He told me as Philip smiled at me.
After John's birth, I've been writing in the journal Lee gave me a few years ago. In it were thoughts about how I missed John Laurens. How I sometimes wished that he was still alive so I could marry him followed by damnations directed at myself. How I couldn't do this to Philip and that I should move on.
While trying to move on I was confronted more and more on the matter that women don't have any rights. The thought of myself becoming wasted potential was killing me. I consoled Hercules, Charles, and even Gene about it. I asked them if it would be a good idea to try and live a double life.
Their first response was: "No, stop being an idiot." But I pitched it to them again with more information. If Robin were to pop up one day and ask for a position in the cabinet, the chance would be high for him to get a job. The only thing I'd have to do is lay low, make sure my cover is foolproof, and work.
Two major problems arose. First off, I had to look after Johny. Secondly, Philip just got a spot in the cabinet himself. It made things harder but surely not impossible. Since Hercules retired and started to tailor again, he offered to look after Johny for the time being.
Every morning when Philip left for the cabinet, I'd wait for a few minutes, dress for the occasion, and leave with Johny. I'd drop him at Herc's place and head to work. There, I worked as hard as I could to get the maximal amount of output.
This went smoothly. I worked as secretary of the treasury and came face to face with Philip on a minimal basis. Using baggy clothing, wearing a hat, and changing the overall way I looked with hairstyles and additional accessories seemed to do the trick. You'd be amazed how little people looked me in the eyes.
My first big task came about when Philip, James Madison, and I started writing essays about the new US constitution. There were some hiccups down the road, Philip got dangerously sick down the road and was sent home for the time being. This slowed me down as I had to stay home now as well. Day and night, I sat in our little home-library while Philip rested in our room. When he asked what I had been doing all day, I said I wanted to write a novel which he fully supported.
There were days that I'd have to let go off my work and care for Philip. Sometimes, I'd go out and stay at Lee's place to work there. That was mostly when Philip got better and started being curious about the 'novel' I was writing. After Philip got well enough to sit at his desk, he started working on the essays as well. The number of pages skyrocketed.
And so, four months passed and the time had come to present our work. Philip didn't do that well and only got 5 essays. James seemed pretty confident as he reviewed his work with me. "There's so much to write about this, huh," He said, flipping through the pages, putting some extra notes in pencil. In total, he had written about 25 essays, putting our page score to a whopping 137. "You could keep up, right?" He asked me. "You're new to this, so I thought you might have some difficulties with the-"
"I wrote 51,"
"You what?"
"51. As in, I wrote 51 essays,"
Madison looked at me for a second, breaking the pencil he was holding in his hand.
~1789~
James's P.O.V
"Thomas, we are engaged in a battle for our nation's very soul,"
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