my dearest, theodosia [ ✔ ]

Chapter Twelve

Old friends

June 31st
Hamilton household

Phillip woke up this morning with butterflys in his stomach remembering last night. I kissed her. I kissed Theodosia. I kissed Theodosia Burr. Shit. I kissed a Burr. Phillip thought, slightly panicking.

He got out of bed and made his way downstairs. "Good morning Phillip." Eliza said cheerily to her son.

"G'Mornin' Pip!" Angie said almost tackling her brother to the floor.

"Well hello to you too." Phillip said to Angie, laughing. Elizabeth was setting the table whilst Alexander was trying to get John and James to stop fussing.

Phillip walked over to help his father with the children. As soon as he picked up John he stopped crying. Alexander looked at his son with a raised brow.

1:27pm

Angelica was sitting in the parlor reading when a knock came from the door. She stood up and set down her book making her way to the door.

She opened the door and to her surprise there were two grown men. "How may I help you two?" Angie asked the two sweetly.

"We came for Alexander Hamilton," one if the two men answered in a thick French accent.

"Well, a lot of people come for my father. I shall get him for you." Angie told the two men.

"Wait? Father?" the other man asked in a gruff voice.

"Mhm. I'm Angelica Hamilton." Angie said, curtsying.

"Angelica..." the French one whispered.

"Wait just a minute, I shall get my father." Angelica told the men, closing the door in the process.

Angie ran to her father's study and quickly knocked on the door. "Come in." Alexander said from the other side blankly.

"What do you need, sweetie?" Alexander asked the black eyed girl in front of him. "There are two men here to see you." Angie told him. A puzzled look flashed across Alexander's face as he stood up and made his way to the front door.

As soon as Hamilton opened the door he saw very familiar faces. "Mulligan! Lafayette!" Alexander practically screamed. "Mon ami!" Lafayette exclaimed.

"Pops, who's at the door?" Phillip questioned, making his way down stairs. "Holy shit." Hercules mumbled "Who is this?" "This-" Alexander said motioning for his son to come over, "-Is my son Phillip" "He's a spitting image of-" Lafayette cut himself off.

"Of who?" Phillip asked.

"He doesn't know." Alexander told his old friends. "About what?" Phillip said rather loudly, eyeing his father.

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