Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

9

    My father was standing proud at the docks waiting for my return. I smile at him as I exit the dock and hurry over to him. I run into his tight embrace and bury my head into his broad chest. His velvet jacket comforted me as I had missed him. He rubs circles in my back as I take in his smell. I can only assume Georges is behind me for a feel another soft hand reach my back. I turn around to see Georges with a soft smile.

     "Georges," I happily sigh. He moves his hand to my face and he caresses my face lovingly.

     "Well, it seems y'all have gotten rather close," My father lightly chuckles.

     "I guess you can say that," I say turning back to my father. He has a huge smile on his face.

     "Georges, your a good man just don't get yourself into trouble like you did in France," My father tells him. I furrow my eyebrows and turn to Georges. His smile had disappeared and he looked uncomfortable.

     "Well, sir I would never plan on getting in trouble," Georges tells my father not matching my eye contact.

     "What do you mean trouble?" I ask both of them. I pull away from my fathers embrace so I can look at both of them.

     "Delilah, don't you worry," My father tells me. I look over to Georges and he just smiles at me.

     "Delilah," My father says taking my attention, "why don't you go off and greet your friends? I have some business to deal with, with Georges."

     "What friends?" I ask. Georges laughs at my comment but I'm dead serious.

     "Oh I don't know John Adams, Madison, or maybe Burr," He offers.

     "You mean I should go greet your friends?" I ask him.

     "Yeah, just don't come home for awhile," He tells me. I scoff and walk away from them. Their suspicious actions are really getting on my nerves. I was not going to go 'greet' my father's friends except possibly Madison. I have know Madison since I was born. He was great friends with my mother and still is with my father but I really wasn't in the mood to talk to him. I haven't really talked to him after the whole pretending he was my father thing and I really don't feel like dealing with his lectures.

      So, I walk to Hamilton Grange. The box like house was so cute and sweet. It was hard to believe that the Hamilton's lived here. It had a beautiful light yellow paint and white pillars. I walk up to the door and knock on the white door. It took awhile until a girl...Angelica I think opened the door.

     She scoffs, "Don't you have a husband or something like that?" My eyes widen in shock.

     "Excuse me," I ask her. She rolls her eyes before closing the door. I stand there with the white door shut and then I hear yelling on the other side. I can't make out what they were saying but it seemed pretty heated. Right, when I turned to leave. The door opened again with Philip.

      "Delilah! Your back so soon," He says in his New York accent that I had missed. I instantly get butterflies jumping around in side of me and I can't speak.

      "Delilah?" He asks. I don't respond I just embrace him tightly. He was shocked at my actions and stood stiff. Soon enough he melted into my embrace and wrapped his strong arms around me.

     "I miss you so much," He whispers into my ear. I lightly laugh as I place my forehead onto his chest.

     "I did too," I whisper.

      "How was France?" He asks. I pull away from him so I can see his hazel eyes. He looks stronger and older even though it's only been a month.