Hamilton x Reader Oneshots

Philip X Reader~Hate leads up to a lot of different things (Part 1)

Time: Hamiltime

Request/Prompt: #36-"About the baby...it's yours" @that-weird-kid

TW: Light swearing, Fluff and Drunk you and Philip?

Additional INFO: You are Thomas Jefferson's child and you and Philip are "enemies" but had a school project together meaning you would have to work together. 

AN: This'll probably be at least three parts so buckle down...

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Y/N POV

I paced around nervously breathing heavily. It can't be to bad right? Maybe just a fever or stomach flu? I glanced anxiously towards the door as it creaked open.  The doctor walked in with a clipboard (AN: Was that even invented back then?) and a grin. 

"Congratulations Ms. Jefferson, you're pregnant," That when my whole world came tumbling down.......

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And apparently I also fainted...

(Time skip brought to you by King George Intruding in the Reynolds Pamphlet)

"M-Ms. Jefferson?!" I hear a muted voice shout out. I weakly opened my eyes to see the Doctor hovering over me with a concerned look. I feel a soft cushion underneath my back. 

"W-Where am I? What happened?" I ask again before feeling a queasy feeling from my stomach. Oh, right....

"Well Ms. Jefferson, you are pregnant but once I told you, you fainted and collapsed on the floor," He confirmed for me. I shook my head and gritted my teeth. What am I going to tell father?

"Well if that's all Ms. you can be on your way," the doctor said helping me off of the bed. I thanked him before leaving the doctor's office and returning home. 

"Hello?" I call out and hear my voice echo throughout the long hallway. I see Sally appear from one of the doors with a dusting cloth in her hand.

"Oh! Good afternoon Mistress! Your father is still at work. Would you like me to prepare lunch for you?" She asks as I merely shake my head. I head up to my room and flop onto my bed. Who could I have done it with?  I don't remember ever having a man over, or even going to another's home. The closet I've been with a man was whenever me and Philip had to work on the school project and when we took a break to head over to the ba- Oh sh*t. 

I jump out of my bed and run out of the door. Thankfully the Hamilton residence isn't to far from our place in New York. I run as fast as my legs can go, pulling my (F/C) dress up so I don't trip over it, and so I don't get it dirty. What? I'm a Jefferson! I have a dignity and a reputation to uphold! Anyways. As I reach the door I knock on it in a rush when I see a girl, looked at least two or three years younger than me. 

"Hi there! I'm Angelica, or Angie whatever works. Are you here for my Mother, Elizabeth Schuyler/Hamilton? Or perhaps my Father, Alexander Hamilton?" The little girl or, Angie asks me. I shake my head before trying to peek into the house.

"Hi there, I'm (Y/N) Jefferson, and no sorry. But, is your brother here?" I ask her desperately. She scoffs before slightly laughing to herself.

"Which one?" she jokes as I force a laugh and smile. 

"Philip?" I ask with a sheepish grin. She nods but then cocks an eyebrow. 

"Why? Are you one of his many girlfriends? Perhaps his Ex?" She asks me as my eyes widen. Many girlfriends?  I look down at my stomach for a quick second but thankfully Angie doesn't notice.