Hamilton Imagines

Come Back To Me : John Laurens x Reader

'Where could he be?' I sigh distortedly as I look outside the kitchen window, you see I'm expecting the arrival of my husband John Laurens back from war.. He wrote a letter to me about 2 weeks prior telling that he thinks things are letting up and that he will soon find a way to come see me and the mini us growing in my stomach.

I rub my tummy unconsciously as I feel the kick of our baby.. It knows I'm stressed. I sigh tiredly as I pull back the window cloth and move to my bedroom, I pick the small wooden box that contains all the letters Laurens has ever sent me.

I smile at the old love letters he sent me before moving to the recent ones. I pick up one of he's replies to me after I begged him to leave the war, to come back to me, to our unborn child but as I knew before he's reply came he refused and told me how much he loved me and our baby girl'( he insists that our child will be a girl, something about having a gut feeling *I told him it was probably gas*) and that if he leaves we would never win the war because according to him;

"We'll never be free until we end slavery!" His voice practically echoes in my brain as that line makes contact with my eyes. I close my eyes as I hear more screams of joy coming from people as they're reunited with their loved ones.

'Maybe they needed him.. To deal with something! Yes maybe -' I'm instantly interrupted by the sound of knocking at the front door, as fast as my pregnant body would allow me I arrive at the door and open it only to see the Hamiltons in tears.

"Eliza, Alexander what's wrong?" I ask fearing the answer I would receive. Eliza bursts into tears as Alexander hands me a letter.. A few seconds in, the paper is on the floor as sobs rack my body.

' My Laurens he's-' the word refuses to process even though I know what it was, I cry even more as I feel the kick of my child.. The baby was due a week from today and now this.. They'll never get to meet their father, we'll never.. I sob even harder not realizing the warm liquid that slid down my legs as the world begins to darken.

A FEW HOURS LATER;

My eyes shoot open as I take in my surrounds, I see Eliza at my side cradling something in cloth and across from me a worried Alexander talking to, I don't know if he was a doctor or nurse. The memories of what happened in what feel like a few moments ago hit me hard as the tears find they're way to my eyes.

"Oh Laure- Its time to feed her" Eliza cuts me of as she hands me the most beautiful little girl I have ever seen in my life, Eliza adjusts her and soon she is suckling away at her first taste of life, joyful tears take over me as I smile contently at Eliza, she returns to me a sad smile and instantly my mind churns at the loss of my husband. I start crying again this time not for myself but for my baby's loss.. She'll never meet the wonderful man who helped create her, who she took most of her looks from, who would have been the best father in the entire world, I gaze at my little angel who gazes back at me while still sucking me dry. A watery smile makes its way to my lips as Eliza asks about my child's name... my baby. I clear the negative thoughts that begin to form as I focus on the name Laurens and I picked in case we had a girl.

"Her name is -"

"Felicie Marie-Anne Laurens" a smooth male voice cuts me off, my head snaps in the direction of that smooth voice.. that familiar voice and settle on the man I thought was gone.

"Bu-But I tho-thought" the word refuses to process once again as the young man makes his way to me silently and sits on the side of the bed, he gazes lovingly at the tiny bundle who by the way is still sucking me dry and in return my little girl looks at him curiously.

"How are my two favourite girls doing?" Laurens asks stroking Felice's chubby cheek as she dozes off before looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I-I'll leave you two alone?" Eliza questions as she gets up to leave to an excited Alexander who nods and smiles in our direction before escorting her out.