Historical Lams Oneshots

Philip?

(John POV) In 1776...
Alexander and I were getting ready for the day in camp. It was morning. Alexander was awake, watching me. I kissed his cheek. He blushed, realizing he had been caught. I laughed. "Good morning, Dear Boy. How are you feeling?" "I've felt better, Dearest Laurens." Alexander kissed me cupping my cheek.  "I'll be fine." He nodded and went back to writing. After a few moments Alexander ran out of the tent. I followed him, wondering whether anything was wrong or not. When I found him he was clutching his stomach, sitting behind the tent. He ran to me and hugged me. "Dear Boy, what happened?" "I've been feeling sick for a week or two." He admitted. Then I noticed vomit near his sitting place. I picked him up and he whined. "Laurens..." I carried him to the doctor's med bay. I ran to fetch Washington and Laffayette. "Sir, Their is something wrong with Hamilton." "Monsieur Laurens? What happened to him?" Laffayette asked. "He's been feeling sick. He threw up and his stomach is irritating him." Washington and Laffayette came with me to the med bay. "Son, How are you feeling?" Washington asked. Laffayette and I left to find the doctor. When we returned Washington, Laffayette, and I left the doctor to inspect him. The doctor called Washington and Laffayette in. Washington called me to the med bay. "What's wrong with him?" I asked them. "Alexander is pregnant. " Laffayette answered. We were whispering. "He's a man, how is that possible?" I ask. "I am not sure, either." He replies. "Who's child is it?" Washington asked. Oh no, he's going to be an overprotective father. I raised my hand, awkwardly. Laffayette laughed and Washington... Seemed to approve. I smiled and punched Laffayette's shoulder. "I knew it." Washington laughed. I was shocked. He can laugh and he knew! I rushed to Alexander's side. "Dear Boy." I called.  "What is Washington going to do to you?" I rolled my eyes. "What'll  we name it?" "I was thinking Philip, if it's a boy." He suggested. "Maybe Frances, if it's a girl." I suggested. He smiled and nodded.
5 years later... In 1782
(Thomas POV)
I was working and I decided to find Jemmy. I came across Hamilton and a 5 year old boy. Hamilton had a son? Hamilton was teaching him how to count in French, I assumed. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf." Hamilton said. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf." The child repeated. "Sept huit neuf." Hamilton sang. "Sept huit neuf." The boy repeated. "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9." They sang together. The boy laughed. "Daddy?" "Yes, Pip?" Philip, huh? "When will Papa return?" He asked. I was shocked. Hamilton had a son with a man? I was still hiding behind the door. "As a matter of a fact, Papa's letter has come today." Philip cheered.

"On Tuesday the 27th, John Laurens was killed in a gunfight against British troops retreating from South Carolina. The war was already over. As you know, John dreamed of emancipating and recruiting 3000 men for the first all-black military regiment

His dream of freedom for these men dies with him."
"Daddy? Papa's gone?" The child asked. He held the child as they sobbed together. "Papa sent another letter, before he died, and hid it? Clever." Hamilton pulled a hidden letter out.
"If your reading this, Alexander, My love, Philip, My son, then I've died. I will always love you. Philip, I am so proud of you. Alexander, Don't bury yourself in your work. Focus on our son, he needs you."

He pulled out a painting of a baby and two men. Alexander, the baby could be Philip, and the other man was... John, was it?  I left to process this information.