Into The Past

Sickness

Alexander's P.O.V.
My sleep-deprived eyes scan the documents given to me by Mr. Washington. I hear Philip rushing to my door. I quickly look up from the forms at my young son, his eyes vibrating with worry. I stand up and race to him, quickly pulling him into a hug.

"Philip, what's wrong?" I place my hands on his shoulder.

"Daddy, mommy's really sick!"

***

"Mommy, will you be okay?" Philip acts like she was on her deathbed.

"Aw, Pip, I'll be fine, love! It's just a cold!" Y/n said reassuringly.

I set a bucket beside my ill wife in case she needed to vomit. She had a hand on her stomach, another holding mine. She smiles lovingly into my eyes with her tired ones, "Thanks... l-love..." She said weakly.

I quickly feel her forehead, "You're burning up... I'll be back!" I dash out of the room.

***

"A-Alexander?" Y/n emerges from her room. Philip was long asleep by now. "Alexander?" I slowly strap my things into place.

"I have to leave," I declare.

"Alexander!" Her voice pleads for me. I turn and look at her tired figure: her face pale, her posture poor, her eyes tired and red.

"Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!" I slowly approach her with a large smile. When will she understand? This is a chance for a better life?

"Alexander, please, I'm sick, I can't care for Philip!"

"Y/n, don't you see?"

"All that I see is you're selfishness getting to you!"

"My selfishness!? Y/n, I must get this job! I refuse to allow you to live as I had once done!"

"I just want to be a normal family, I want to feel loved by you again, is that too much to ask!?"

"Y/n, I have to leave!"

"No you do not, you want to leave! Who will care for Philip and me!? John is too busy with work, it'd be rude to invite Eliza over every day! Please, I'm begging you!" Her hands lay on my shoulders, she stares into my eyes hopelessly.

"I-I..." I cup her cheek and smile, "Once I have this job, I'll be able to pay for your medications, dear."

"What will it take for you to be satisfied!? Isn't this enough!?" Tears well up in her eyes as she yells in my face, "Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room!? Why are you non-stop!? History has its eyes on you, Alexander!"

I was furious.

I'm doing this for our family!

Out of sudden instinct, I shove her, making her tumble to the ground. "I am not throwing away my shot!" She fearfully stares at me. "I am Alexander Hamilton! I am not throwing away my shot!"

Philip's P.O.V.
Mom has invited Uncle John over to take care of the house while she is sick.

I had seen everything... Daddy shoved mommy to the ground...

I'm supposed to be in bed but mommy's cries of pain kept me from sleeping.

I slowly walked down the stairs, following the comforting voices. I find myself in the living room, hiding behind the wall and listening in on their conversations.

"What will take for him to be satisfied!?" Mommy's voice cracks, more tears gushing out of her e/c eyes. I spot Uncle John hugging her tightly. "I'm pregnant with his child, John, and he refuses to take a break!"

I'm going to have a younger sibling soon!? I hope it's a boy!

"Y/n, shh..." He smiles warmly at her, pulling her closer to his chest. She lays her head on his chest and continues to cry, Uncle John comforting her.

Then he did something he'd never do if daddy was here.

He kissed her on the forehead.

This didn't help mommy at all. She simply covers her face and cries into her hands, John rubbing her back and telling her nice words.

Third person P.O.V.

"He doesn't deserve you, beautiful," John nods honestly, warming Y/n's shattered heart.

She smiles heartbreakingly up at John, worries growing inside of him. He wanted to hold and shower her with kisses, show her how much she meant to him. But unfortunately, they were both married with children.

"Mommy?" Her breath hitches in her throat when she heard Philip. John looks up at Philip in disbelief.

Alexander—the fake father—wasn't present.

So on the couch sat the real parents of Philip Hamilton, both watching him in shock.

'He resembles me so much...' John bites his lip nervously.

"J-John, I think it's time you leave..."

"Are you sure you'll be fine?"

"Yes. I'll escort you to the door..."

Y/n stands up, as does John, Philip watching from afar as they hug tightly.

The embrace went on longer than they had expected. And they didn't complain.

They wanted to stay in each other's arms for as long as possible.

He rests his chin on her shoulder, suddenly growing nervous. "I love you..." he whispered into her ear.

He thought she was for sure going to slap him but instead, she replies:

"I love you more."