Philip Hamilton X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 11

The sun shone through Jefferson's window, momentarily blinding him as he awoke from his deep sleep.

He stood on his feet, slipping into his fluffy magenta slippers, and making his way to the restroom.

Jefferson pampered himself up for the day, making sure he was adequately presentable.

Today he had an important cabinet meeting discussing some important congressional changes, and he wanted to look his absolute best.

As he made his descent to the dining room, he took notice that a certain presence still hadn't made it's way downstairs.

He traveled back up the many steps of his home - which he didn't need, they just made him felt even more empowered.

The eggshell white door creaked open, revealing his sleeping daughter. She clutched onto a pillow, mumbling inaudible words. The only words Jefferson could make out were:
"miss", "Hamilton", and "need". Lord knows what the miscellaneous imagination of his young daughter could hold.

"(Y/n), darling, it's time to wake up. We have a big day ahead of us, and I simply can't be kept in anticipation a moment more." Jefferson whispered in a soothing voice, shaking the child until she animated with life.

"D-Daddy? What are you doing in here?" you questioned, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

"What? Am I not allowed to pay my favorite daughter a well-earned visit?" Jefferson asked, taking your hands and helping you to your feet.

You giggled, "daddy, I'm your only daughter. But that's besides the point. What are you - why are you in my room at such an ungodly hour? The sun has hardly come up." you declared, fixing yourself for the day. You called in a few of the help to assist you so that you could better converse with your father.

They dressed you in a sea foam green gown, with matching shoes. Your hair was let loose in curls, and you wore a lime-green fascinator to top the look.

"Well, Elizabeth and her family should be making their departure upstate today. So, I figured you'd like to go over and pay them a visit. Y'know, do your loving - and rather dashing - father a favor and take just a small, microscopic, unfathomably small amount of notes for your dear old daddy." he smirked confidently, handing you some writing utensils.

You froze, looking down at what your father just handed you - ink, quill, paper - you inhaled, "and if I choose to decline?" you asked, looking at your father through the mirror.

His smirk dropped, and was replaced with a devious grin. "Not only will I pull you out of school and return you to your old tutor, but you can completely forget about ever seeing the mini-Hamilton again." your father growled, fixing his fluffy locks in the mirror.

You gasped, letting out a breath you had no idea you had been holding in. "As you wish, father,"

"That's my little girl,"

[×]

The carriage dropped you off at the Hamilton's, and you wasted no time in making your way to the front door.

"Angeli- oh, hello, (Y/n). What brings you here?" Eliza asked, moving away so that you could go through.

Philip sat atop his suitcase, looking down at his legs.

"Philly, did you honestly believe that you could leave upstate for the entire summer without giving me one word of farewell?" you questioned, your arm crossed. You fake that you were hurt, which you kind of were.

Philip ran towards you, tackling you in a tight hug.

You giggled, hugging him back. You could almost feel your fathers intense glare, but he wasn't around, so you continued on. The two of you sat up, giggling uncontrollably.

A woman in a pinkish dress suddenly came through the doorway. She had flawless sun-kissed skin and curly hair that could be compared to that of your father. She wore a bright smile as she sat her bags down; she wasted no time in running towards Eliza.

"Angelica!"

"Eliza!"

The two embraced each other in a long hug, tears of joy streaming down their faces.

Alexander came downstairs with a bright smile on his face.

"Alexander!" the woman you believed to be Angelica screamed out, giving him a loving hug.

Alexander awkwardly replied with a 'hi'.

After the small reunion, Angelica turned her attention towards you. She held out her hand, taking your significantly smaller hand in her own. "Oh! You must be Phillip's friend! (Y/n), right? He always talks about you in his letters! He goes on and on about how amazing and polite you are - not to mention your exceedingly high intelligence." Angelica ranted, embarrassing Phillip.

You blushed, covering your face. "Oh, you flatter me! However, I'm afraid he's wrong." you giggled, fixing your gloves.

Angelica knelt down so that she could be face-to-face with you. "Well, I can see it in your eyes, (Y/n). You have intelligent and strong eyes. Eyes of someone who can revolutionize this country! I know for a fact that you'll do great things for this country - for the world," Angelica encouraged, making you blush even deeper; if that was even possible.

[×]

As the family left you frantically waved towards Philip, a few tears pricking your eyes like needles.

Alexander stood by your side, waving them off.

As the carriage began it's journey Alexander went back up to his study, and you followed him. "When will your father be sending for you?" Alexander questioned, dipping his quill in black ink.

"My carriage should make it's arrival in an hour or two." you replied, taking a seat on the nearby stool.

Alexander nodded in understanding, beginning his writing.
"Another word for scheme..." Alexander suddenly said to himself, thinking hard on the right wording to use.

"Contrivance?" you questioned, a hopeful expression on your face.

Alex smiled brightly, "perfect!" he yelled out, quickly beginning his writing again.

You watched him write, unable to read what any of the words had to say. His writing was so messy it was indecipherable.

"Mr. Hamilton, shouldn't you be making your way to your office so that you might prepare your argument for todays cabinet meeting?" you asked, moving your chair close towards him. You took out your own notes, beginning your interrogation. 'I'm doing this for Philip,' you thought to yourself, letting out a sad sigh.

"I have no need for notes. Everything I could possibly need for such an event is all up here." Alexander gestured to his head, "besides, not to be rude, but your father isn't much of a threat." he explained, standing up. He made his way out of his office, a stern look on his face.

'It's all for Philip,'