Hamilton x Reader Oneshots

Philip X Reader~Hate leads up to a lot of different things (Part 5)

Time: Hamiltime

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

TW: Some old annoying stuff about how you "have to be married to have kids" or it's considered scandalous, fluffffff

Additional INFO: You know I think you get the drift....READ THE FIRST 4 PARTS!!!

AN: Back from popular demand I suppose... Wow you guys really liked this series....but that's fine by me! Thank you all for 10k views!!!! Only one more chapter after this one! (for this series) 

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Previously

He actually loves me? Is that even possible? We're enemies? 

"Because you should just ask," I whisper before pulling the ruffles of his shirt and smacking my lips on his. 

"(Y/N)!?"

"PHILIP?!"

Eliza was standing to the corner with a large grin and her hands covering her mouth. Don't tell me she ships us?  

"You're right father. It doesn't. Which is why we have to tell you the truth," 

"Father, I-I...I'm pregnant,"

Father won't even say anything? This is the worst mistake I've ever made. I should've waited longer. 

It was an accident. But does that mean that Philip and I's relationship was also an accident? 

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Philip's POV

I watched as (Y/N) left in her carriage. I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder and turn back to see my father with a sad smile.

"Tell me Philip, do you actually love her?" he asks as I take a pause. Do I actually love (Y/N)? I'm pretty sure I do. But if her pregnancy was an accident, does that mean our relationship was also an accident?

"I-I, I think so?" I respond uneasily. He looks at me before sighing and patting me on the back. 

"You'll make the right choice son," he says before walking back inside the house. I purse my lips thinking back on what I was before. This love wasn't an accident right? No. Because if it was we wouldn't still be together. Or, perhaps this is what was supposed to happen. I just hope her father doesn't kill her. It would be a shame to ruin such a beautiful face like hers.

A smile tugs on my lips as I think of her. Her lovely (H/C) hair and pink lips. How her smile could make me melt and just how beautiful our child will be. Or should I say, hope our child will be. Let's just hope her father doesn't do anything to bad about it. 

Just as I was about to head back in I see my mother come up towards me and embrace me in a bear hug. I stay frozen for a while before hugging her back. I had no clue why she was doing this but it felt nice. 

My mother lets go and smiles at me before speaking. "I'm so happy for you Philip, you and (Y/N) seem to really be in love. You're father isn't mad at you is he?"

I shake my head before laughing slightly. "Oh come on Ma, Pop's hardly gets mad at me unless I've killed somebody," she laughs along with me before the two of us walk back inside.

"You do realize that though you may both be in love, the entire city will torment the both of your for having a child. You both aren't married yet," Ma states as I bite my lip. My mind races back to (Y/N). 

She had better be there tonight. 

(Y/N) POV

My father gave me one last sad smile before leaving the room. I stayed in the room for a while longer. I heard him yell out to Sally that he was going out but I stayed in the room. My mind raced  to different thoughts. Most of them concerning me, Philip and out un-born child. 

Alexander POV (Betch ya didn't see that coming)

I was sitting at the table with a pile of work to my right and a cup of tea in my hand. Eliza sat next to me with a faint smile etched on her face. "My love, what has gotten you so happy?" Eliza giggles childishly before telling me.

"Why Alexander, our son's in love. How could you not be over the moon?" she claims with rejoice. I mentally groan still quite upset at the fact that my, ahem, favourite child, just had to be head over heels for the Jefferson girl. 

"Well that is wonderful for him. I can only imagine how wonderful that Jefferson girl can be. You've meet her father right?" I retort as she sighs.

"Alexander dear, can you not be the slightest bit happy that your son is in love?" 

"Of course I am. Just not exactly over the moon. What if she is just another secret plot by Jefferson to throw me off my game, being all happy for my son and his un-born child. Not saying I'm upset at that. But you understand the point i'm making right?" I look back up from my papers to see that Eliza had gone upstairs to retire for bed.

"Great. I'm speaking to myself once again." 

Of course I'm upset it had to be my enemies daughter. But he couldn't help it. I do suppose her insult game is much better than her father. Looks to. Personality as well now that I think of it. Well, she's not necessarily her father's daughter. 

I go back to my work for a while longer until I heard three loud knocks on my door. I walk over and open it.

Standing there with his arms crossed and a strangely neutral expression, stands Thomas Jefferson.

"We need to talk,"

(Y/N) POV

It had been a few hours later and it was nearly ten at night. I peeked out of the door and heard the, not so silent, snores of my father so I assumed it was a good time to leave. I tip toe down the stairs and make my way out the door. 

I make a mad rush towards the small bench where a dark figure was sitting there. It was probably Philip. Yeah, It was definitely Philip. His curly hair casted a completely different shadow than the normal man's would. 

I smiled to myself as I sat down next to him. "Hi Philip," I mummer silently. He turns around and faces me. No words are spoken as he grabs the side of my face and kisses me gently as though I was a china doll, fragile and easy to break. And at the moment I suppose I was. I may not have noticed it right away but my eyes were watery and just as Philip pulled away he left his hand on the side of my face, using his thumb to wipe my tear away.

"I'm sorry. I just don't know how this happened. Not that I'm sad it did but I-I just, well, I suppose I'm still confused as to what we're going to do. I'm pregnant with our child but were not even married! What am I supposed to do? Everyone will call us scandalous, I don't know if I can live with that on my back," I tell him as he nods slowly. 

I sigh before leaning onto his shoulder. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and leans his head on mine. "What did your father say? Is he going to kill us?" he tries to joke. I silently laugh, shaking my head. 

"No, he can just hardly believe me. I suppose neither can I. I fell in love with my worst enemy," I admit to him. He nods before speaking up once more.

"Do you think our parents will make amends? I mean you can't have to kids that are together and still hate your daughter in law's father right?"

My mind goes blank for a moment. I analyze what he just said I start blushing. "D-Did you just, did you just say daughter in law? You mean, as if we got married?" I stutter as he flashes me another one of his beautiful smiles.

"Of course. Do you think I'd allow everyone to call us a scandal?"