Hamilton OneShots

Why Can't This be a Normal Family?

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Eliza walked around the kitchen, finishing up dinner for her overworked husband and 8 children. She was unsure why she agreed to have such a large family, 8 kids was a little hard to manage. 9 kids if you include her husband. How could you blame her? Alexander was known to be a bit of a child from time to time... Speaking of Alexander, the front door opened and as usual, walked in her tired and overworked husband, a little later than usual, but sometimes he stayed late at work finishing things for Washington. His job was important you know, well, at least that's what Alexander thought.

"Hi dear, how was work?"

"Shitty," Alexander mumbled as he tossed his jacket onto the coat hanger and walked upstairs to take his usual shower.

"Why am I not surprised?" Eliza whispered to herself and chuckled. It didn't shock her that Alexander had a "shitty" day. That was almost his usual response.

She glanced over at her two toddlers already in their highchairs at the table. She smiles at them and grabbed two bowls. Eliza walked over to the cupboard and opened it, grabbing two jars of her children's favourite baby food. Opening the jars carefully, Eliza poured the food into the bowls and grabbed two small spoons. She walked over to her hungry toddlers and gave them their food. Now Philip II and Elizabeth were taken care of. She now had William, her 4-year-old, and John, her 6-year-old.

"William! John! Come down to the dinner table please!" She called out to them.

Soon enough, she heard the rapid pitter-patter of her kids running downstairs excitedly. They sat at the table, eagerly awaiting their food. Once they were settled with dinner, Eliza called the rest down.

"James! Small Alexander! Angie, Philip! Alexander! Dinner's ready!"

Her 9-year-old son James ran downstairs and grabbed his already dished out plate from the counter and sat at the table, her 12-year-old Alexander Jr. grabbed his plate as well and did the same as James. Next came her teenagers, Angie was no problem, but Philip tended to be... A little angsty at times... Angelica walked downstairs, dressed in nice clothing as always, she was an angel, as her name suggested. However, then came down Philip, wearing his typical black t-shirt and sweater, his lowriding jeans which went down below his ass, revealing his boxers. Alexander had a hatred for how his son dressed... He claimed that it "wasn't displaying the family in a positive way," but Philip could care less. The two teens grabbed their food and sat down. Eliza waited impatiently for her husband.

"ALEXANDER! GET DOWN HERE FOR DINNER!" She shouted. Alexander called out a lazy "I'm coming!" and walked downstairs, sighing when he saw Philip's clothes, but saying nothing out of fear of ruining the family dinner. He sat down and Eliza placed his food in front of him, finally sitting down herself. The family started to eat and talk quietly.

"So Eliza, how was your day with the toddlers?" Alexander asked calmly.

"Oh it was about the same as usual, they cried, they played, they napped. It was a normal day, I did laundry, cleaned house, the same thing I always do," Eliza responded with a smile.

Alexander nodded and looked at his other children.

"John? How was kindergarten?"

"Good daddy."