Hamilton x Reader Oneshots

Philip X Reader~Hate leads up to a lot of different things (Part 3)

Time: Hamiltime

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

TW: Some foul language

Additional INFO: Just read the first two parts

(H/T)= Hair Type. (Ex. Curly, straight etc.)

AN: I made up my mind. This will be done in 5 parts so 2 more left!

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Previously

(Y/N) Jefferson... You are in so much trouble..."

I jerk my head towards the door, it was simply my best friend Theodosia Burr.

"Oh, thank god," 

"How could you not tell me?!"   

"The only people who know of this are me, you, him, and the doctor."  

"Philip, come downstairs! I need to speak with you!"  

"You have to hide!"   

"Oh yeah and the real reason I called you was because you are supposed to be meeting his disgustingly "intelligent" daughter for dinner,"  

With (Y/N) being pregnant with her father's enemy's son and us having to re-meet in front of our parents.

What are we going to do now?

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(Y/N)'s POV

I made my way back home from Philip's house. After opening the grand doors I was greeted by the sound of my father calling my name. "(Y/N)! Where are you! I need to talk to you about something important!"

I follow the sound of his voice leading me to his office, where he was busy scramming down words onto a paper. 

"Yes father? I heard you calling?" I respond in the sweetest voice I could muster. He nods his head without looking up from his paper. 

"Yes, darling. Do get ready for tonight. We're going out somewhere," he states, continuously writing his letter. 

I sigh and regain my posture before questioning him as though I don't know what was going on. "Where are we going father? Perhaps your work? Or perhaps you simply want some quality time with your daughter?" I hear faint chuckles coming from his direction. 

"As much as I would adore some time with you, we are going to be seeing, the Hamilton's," He says with a shudder of disgust. I crinkle my nose in fake disgust and shock. 

"What! Why must we be going to that shameful monstrosity! I thought you said we were going out! Not going to some low blow immigrant's home!" I fume in a thunderous voice. My breathing went heavy as I mentally groaned about how annoyingly hard it was to fake being upset. I sound like an obnoxious brat. A very loud and annoyed obnoxious brat, but nonetheless, a brat. 

My father looked up from his desk and stares at me for a few seconds before breaking into the largest grin I had ever seen fall upon his face. He chuckles slightly before it turns into a full on laugh. 

"Wow! I have never seen my perfect princess daughter act like me since elementary school! This is a wonderful day! Do, do me a favor and use some more insults like that when we reach the Hamilton residence? It will finally show Hamilton that even my daughter can throw insults at him. Ooh! And you can annoy the hell out of his son! That son of a b**ch can go and s-"