Hamilton one-shots (x reader or requested ships)

Aaron Burr

You walked down the crowded streets of the town, your arm interlocked with your best friend's, Peggy Schuyler. The two of you were enjoying the freedom of not being involved in a revolution anymore, you were free to go where you pleased and when. Although you were slightly older than Peggy, you still enjoyed her company and the gossip you shared. Today, for example, the two of you were discussing couples that had blossomed throughout the war and how they were doing.

"How are Eliza and Alexander doing?" you inquired.

"They are doing well," Peggy answered. Suddenly, she gasped as if remembering something and turned to you. "I forget to mention this to you before now, but Eliza's expecting. I'm going to be an aunt!" she squealed.

A wide smile spread across your face as you watched your friend. She was genuinely joyful and ready to become 'Aunt Peggy.' Casual conversation flowed between you as you continued down the street, headed towards a small, outdoor café.

Before you could take a seat, you heard the unmistakable sound of a baby crying. Following the cry, you heard what sounded like a man trying to soothe his child. Unfortunately for him, and many people around him, the baby was not settling down anytime soon.

You tried to look around and see where the noise was coming from and soon discovered that the man with the child was Aaron Burr. That would make sense, considering you had heard his daughter had been born many months ago. Theodosia?

Peggy leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "His wife died just a few days after the birth of their daughter. Complications during the birth."

"That's terrible," you whispered back.

A sense of sorrow filled you as you stared upon the scene that laid before you. While you did not of any children of your own, you could imagine how terrible it would be to have to raise a daughter all alone. That scene struck close to home for you because that was how you were raised. Although, unlike Theodosia, your mother had died when you were two, due to illness.

You knew what you had to do, so you left Peggy's side and slowly made your way over to Aaron Burr. Once you reached your destination, you stood awkwardly in front of him. When he didn't notice you, you cleared your throat. Instantly, he looked up at you, confusion and desperation swirling in his eyes.

"Can I help you?" he asked, in a somewhat rushed manner.

"Um, I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Burr, but would you like some help?" you asked, gently, pointing to the baby girl that laid in his arms.

At once, he started nodding and you took the seat next to him, arms out, waiting to hold his daughter. After gently placing her in your arms, you supported her head and began to rock her back and forth.

"Theodosia, right?" you questioned, making sure you had her name correct.

"Yes," he confirmed, watching you carefully.

"Shhh, shhh Theodosia. It's alright. What's wrong?" you talked to the baby, looking down at her precious face. You remembered that Aaron had just been feeding her, so you lifted her up and rested her chest against your shoulder. You began to pat her back and repeated this action until a small 'burb' was heard from Theodosia.

You then began to cradle her once more and rocked her back and forth until her eyes began to close, and she drifted off into sleep. Smiling, you looked up and saw that Aaron was staring at you rather intently.

"H-how did you that?" he asked, loudly at first, but then softer when he remembered his daughter was sleeping.

"There's nothing to it. You just have to make sure you try multiple tactics to quiet her, you'll never know exactly why a baby is crying," you explained.