Not Throwing Away My One-Shot (Hamilton One-Shot Book) {REQUESTS: OPEN}

~Lams~

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I may not live to see our glory...

Eliza Hamilton, a young, dark-haired woman, stood at the phone twirling the chord. Her husband, Alexander, sat at his desk across the room; with their seven-month-old son, Philip cradled in his arms; as he fidgeted with a bracelet he had on his wrist. The evening was peaceful, as per usual, until they received an unexpected call.

Answering with her delightful greeting, Eliza listened carefully to the voice on the other end. Oddly, the unknown voice asked for her husband, saying they were 'looking for a Mr. Hamilton'.

"Yes one moment, please, sir," Eliza said to the man on the other end, before turning to her tired husband, who was exhausted after a long day at work. "Alexander, it's for you."

But I will gladly join the fight.

"Tell Washington I'll email the papers to his office tomorrow morning," Alex replied curtly, looking down at his son, who had begun to fall asleep in his arms.

"It isn't Washington," Eliza bit her lip, as Alexander turned around in his desk chair to give her a confused look. She listened to the voice more, growing more worrisome by the second. "It's from...the hospital..."

"The hospital?"

And when our children tell our story...

"What are they saying?" Alexander lifted Philip, carefully resting the baby in a nearby crib. His heart was beating out of his chest, thinking of all of the possibilities.

Philip jolted awake from the sudden movement, watching his worried father with concern. Alexander walked over to the phone, as soon as Eliza's mouth dropped and tears formed in her eyes. Good God...

"Betsey, sweetheart," Alex held her free hand, as Eliza could barely move. As soon as the voice stopped talking, she held the phone to her chest, staring into her husband's violet eyes.

They'll tell the story of...tonight...

Eliza handed off the phone to Alexander, suggesting that he listen himself. "It's for you," she repeated, in a somber voice, complete with sorrow. 

Putting the phone to his ear, Alex quietly said into the phone, "Hello? This is Mr. Hamilton speaking."

"Ah, Mr. Hamilton," a gruff, masculine voice replied, after coughing. "I was wondering where you were. Was that perhaps your wife I was in conversation with?"

"Yes, sir," Alexander nodded habitually, even though he was talking through the telephone. "What has happened? My wife said this was a message from the hospital? Is everything okay?"

"Mr. Hamilton, this is Henry Laurens. Do you recall my name?"

Alex's heart dropped as soon as the name was said. He knew very well about 'Henry Laurens'. He was a congressman, but more importantly, his son, John Laurens, was Alexander's closest friend. John and Alex have been close since High School, and had recently parted ways, after Alexander married his dear Eliza. They've had a few conversations via email and text-message, but haven't truly seen each other in quite the while.

"Yes, Mr. Laurens, I am well acquainted with your son- John. What is the purpose of this call?" Alexander looked over at his wife, who was shushing their child, who was disturbed about something. Before turning to look back down at his bracelet, as he went back to fidgeting with it, nervously. "Mr. Laurens?"