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

~Lams ft. Philip & Frances~

💙Mother's Day💚

"Have a fun day at school, Philip?" Alexander Hamilton asked his nine-year son, as he walked through the door.

Philip sighed, shaking his head. Alexander watched his son, as he slumped over, and waddled to the couch. Following his son, Alex sat beside Philip, and patted his back.

"What's wrong, buddy?" He asked, watching as Philip shifted in his seat.

"School made me sad," Philip pouted, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, it's school. It makes everyone involved sad," Alex chuckled, ruffling Philip's curly, brown hair.

"But today it made me extra sad!" Philip exclaimed, stomping his feet in the air, since they didn't reach the ground from where he was sitting.

"Why? What's wrong?"

Alexander slid onto the ground in front of Philip, placing his hands on his son's lap. Philip couldn't match his gaze, as he began to cry. That made Alex's heart break. It was rare to see his son cry.

"It's Mother's day, tomorrow," Philip sniffled, wiping his eyes. "And my mommy won't be here..."

Alexander sighed, forgetting the situation they were in. Philip's mother, Eliza, was staying in London for a long while, with her family. Philip was staying with Alex, since he wanted to fall behind on work at school.

Alex and Eliza had  gone through a heart-breaking divorce, almost a year ago, that left Philip extremely upset over the entire ordeal. He had recently gotten better, but moments like these still hurt the kid. Especially when school continued to bring up 'mother' figures, that Philip didn't have at the moment.

"Oh, c'mon, Pip," Alexander patted Philip's knee, forcing a smile. "It'll be alright! You can always Skype your mom, tomorrow. I'm sure she'd love to see your face. I bet she misses you just as much as you miss her."

"But, you don't understand!" Philip groaned, flinging himself backwards, as he dragged his hands down his face. "The school's doing this thing where everyone's moms,  aunts, or grandmas, and stuff are having this big breakfast thing! And I'm gonna be the only kid there without and kinda mom!"

It was all too true. Eliza wasn't there to pose as a mom. His maternal grandmother, Catharine, was residing in London; his paternal grandmother, Rachel, had passed away long before Philip was born; his aunts on his mother's side weren't in America; Alexander had no sisters; and he wasn't dating or remarried to another woman, that could step in as Philip's mother for the day. That left Alex utterly stumped on how to resolve the situation.

"Well, maybe I can go!" Alex proposed, taking the initiative to wipe away the tears from Philip's eyes. "I'm sure the school won't mind. And we can have some, very much needed, father-son bonding time! Huh? What do you say?"

"No! It's not the same! You're my dad!"

Philip began to cry again, burying his face in his knees. Alexander stood up, not sure on how to fix the problem. He just wanted his son to be happy, and he was failing at that...

Suddenly, the front door burst open, causing Alexander and Philip to jump. A young man, tagged along by a teenage daughter, stood in the doorway. The man chuckled to himself, smiling proudly, as he exclaimed, "Wassup, bitches?!"