My Childhood Friend Turned Soulmate (Philip Hamilton X Reader)

So... What Now?

(A/N)

Dear Lord its been a while. I'm not even going to attempt to make an excuse, I straight up forgot this app existed lmao

I promise I'm going to finish though! It just might take a little bit, but less time than it took for me to update this the last time

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"You're retiring?!"

About a week has passed since my birthday in Vernon, and I was just coming back into the house after sending a letter to Philip when I overheard a conversation between my parents.

"Oh (Y/N), I didn't hear you come in." My father turned to me, way too calm compared to the shock I was now feeling.

"Don't 'oh (Y/N)' me! Since when did you decide you were going to do that?" I staggered. I'll admit, I am not mad at him for retiring. With all the stress and work my father has been dealing with- and that being on top of all his years in the army, I'm impressed he lasted this long. I was just so shocked with the decision I couldn't help but be loud.

"Honestly, at your celebration. Being home again and having absolutely nothing to do for a weekend helped me realize my time was up. Plus I want to help the nation grow by giving it a new leader." My father smiled. My mother turned to me with a patient look and nodded, though with the look in her eye I could tell she was silently saying, 'argue and you won't see the light of day tomorrow' and it's true, it was time for him to move on. 

I smiled and walked up to my father, who I could tell was quietly waiting my reaction. I then wrapped my small body around his rather large build as much as I could in a hug.

"Well it's about time!" I joked. 

The next morning my father went to work with a somber but hopeful look on his face. He had told me that he was going to announce that he wasn't running for president for a third term today as the election was coming up soon. I told him that most of the staff would understand and wish him good luck. He agreed, but he was only worried about one person- Alexander. 

My mother was in the other room and she popped in and said, "he'll survive! That boy can bounce back from anything! And if he can't? Then he'll just have to suck it up!" Both me and father were dying laughing.

~

Me and Philip, over letter of course, agreed to meet that Tuesday on the hill where he mentioned; and since it was Sunday, I had a little time to prepare myself. 

I met up with Martha again as she was about 3 days from getting her tattoo when I last saw her a week ago. We met in a little cafe in Monticello and she showed me the infamous marking. It was a simple marking, two wedding rings in a glass as well as some quills, paper and ink. Neither of us really knew what it meant, but she was a little off put by it I could tell. While I repeatedly tried to converse about it more, she brushed off the topic. Maybe she was disappointed?

She quickly made me show my tattoo, which I showed awkwardly. Her tattoo seemed to have so much more story to it, while mine was way too simple to be able to draw any meaning out of it. Martha seemed to disagree with me, and tried to come up with reasons for the wing, the ring/halo thing, and even tried to read the two symbols engraved in the design. 

"Maybe you can only read them once you actually met the person? It's no fair if you know their name beforehand, right?" She remarked. 

I met up with Theo next, and if only I could describe the sound that came from her mouth when I showed her my tattoo. I met her at a park near her father's house, and as soon as she saw me she screeched so loud that a baby that was walking with their parents a few feet away started crying, and ran at me full speed- knocking me and her to the ground. 

"WhatzitlooklikeWhatzitlooklikeWhatzitlooklike?!" She screamed, clutching my face in her small hands. I meanwhile was snickering as she sat on top of me, trying to push her away so I could get back up on my feet.

Her behavior of course attracted the attention of many bystanders, but after a quick glance they turned away, not wanting to be associated with two crazy teenage girls in the middle of New York. 

Once I did a little bit of convincing and a lot of shoving, Theo finally got off me and let me actually show her the tattoo. Her eyes sparkled like that of a child's as she gazed and traced on the intricate lines, though I couldn't help but be embarrassed at showing off my shoulder in a very public place (as that was seen as very inappropriate at the time). 

After taking about five minutes studying every detail of the tattoo, she calmly guided my hands to move my collar back into place- and then exploded into an excited mess of squeals, rambles and gasps. I honestly could barely make out a word she said, but I laughed and smiled as she had her little moment; I could even tell she wasn't fully paying attention to what she was saying because she was switching from French to English randomly in her sentences. 

~

It was the next day, Tuesday morning, when my nerves started to finally catch up to me. 

Philip and I hadn't sent any letters to each other in the three days in between the letter and the actual meeting, and that just made things worse. I was getting anxious from the silence. Maybe he found his soulmate in between these few days and he won't even show up. Or maybe he found them while I was gone and he's just meeting out of pity. 

My thoughts were interrupted by a swift knock to my door, and my mother's head popping out of the door frame following suit.

"You about ready, sweetheart?" She asked. Once she saw me still sitting at my desk, pitifully in my nightgown and not ready for the day at all, she fully walked in and quickly grabbed a comb set next to me on my desk.

"I'll take that as a no." She joked, starting to comb through my hair. I just smiled bashfully and let the tool weave through my hair, untangling the knots and relaxing me just a little bit.

"Mom, how did you feel when you first met Dad? Like when you figured out you two were soulmates?" I asked meekly. She paused her action for a split second, thinking about her action.

"I guess I felt elated, like all the pieces of my broken and messed up life had finally fallen together. I felt like I wasn't stuck and I could finally move on into the future I was meant for. A future with you in it." She nuzzled my cheek with her nose at the end, making me giggle at the surprise act of affection. 

"Were you... nervous at all? Did you think that maybe the relationship with Dad would be like the one you had with your first husband?" I questioned. My mom seemed caught off guard that I brought up that part of her life, but she quickly caught her bearings and answered.

"Well sure, of course I felt nervous. That feeling never really goes away. But I also had the feeling that if the universe decided that we would be perfect together, that it knew we could get over any obstacle life would throw at us." She answered. "Where is this coming from dear? You've never been this shaky when going to see Philip."

"It's nothing Mom, just curious..." I lied. My teenage problems were way too much of a burden to put on her, it just didn't seem like the good choice to put them on her. 

She could tell I was lying, I was sure of it, but she didn't press any- which I was grateful for.

Once she helped me get my hair tied up to perfection, and choosing a good enough dress for the occasion, she gave me one last hug and sent for the carriage.

"There's nothing to be worried about, honey. I promise." She beamed, quickly pecking my forehead before I went on my way. 

"Love you Mom!" I shouted from the carriage as the horses started to trot on their way.

"Where to miss?" The driver called to where I was sitting.

"City Hill Park, please!"