White
All I see is white.
Where the hell am I?
And why is it so damn cold?
It's late January, and the Hamilton household is buzzing with people. Doctors streaming in and out of the master bedroom, aiding to the woman in labor.
"Eliza dear please stay calm, i'm here, just breathe like the doctors are sayi-" The nervous husband is cut off by his wife, who at this moment, is a little less lovable than her usual self.
"ALEXANDER I SWEAR BY THE GOOD LORD IF YOU DO NOT GET OUT I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU NEVER HAVE ANOTHER CHILD"
Elizabeth Hamilton is about to give birth for the first time, and her husband is not making it any easier. She clutches on the railing of her bed, taking in deep breaths, trying to not pass out from the pain.
One hour goes by
Then another
The labor is going on three hours now when the babys head begins appearing. From that point on it only took thirty more minutes for a new life to be brought into the world.
"Mrs. Hamilton, it's my honor to present you with a beautiful baby boy." The doctor enters the room, with a baby swaddled in a small blanket. Eliza looks as if her whole life has been meaningless before this moment. Alexander comes trailing in to see his son being cradled by his mother.
"Oh Eliza, you did it" He sighs running to her side. The brief moment that they share is very much like the one they had when they first met, that love that they shared now in the form of a tiny child.
"What are we going to name him?" Alex asks, holding the baby's small hand in his own.
"Philip" Eliza says with tears in her eyes.
"Philip Hamilton".
Wait.
It's not... white anymore?
And what is that crying sound?
Where am I?
Why am I not on the battlefield.
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The Ghost Of The American Soldier
FanfictionEver since Philip was a few months old, he would do odd things: staring off into space, laughing at odd hours of the night, talking to an imaginary friend. His parents of course thought nothing of it. But months turn into years, secrets are spilled...
