Hamilton One Shots

Poly!Smfdr x reader

A/n-So if you don't know these are the southern motherf***ing democratic republicans (Burr, Jefferson, and Madison) x reader. Please note that this will be gender neutral (as in terms and pronouns), but the reader is pregnant.

Modern- first person

Warning- pregnancy written by someone who is asexual and wouldn't have done anything to get them pregnant in the first place?

Well it's official! I'm sick! Probably caught something from James again. Second day in a row I had to stay home from work because I was throwing up. Night before last I had trouble sleeping, so I got up at five-thirty in the morning, and quickly got sick, being found by Thomas, hugging the toilet in tears. Then he got Aaron who begged me to stay home, and despite me refusing, he still called me in sick. They had decided to keep James away from me, since he gets sick so easily. Then this morning I had slept in, staying in my bedroom with Aaron, since he took off to take care of me today. Although it wasn't as pleasant when I woke up and couldn't make it to the bathroom on time, vomiting all over the floor, walking up Aaron.

"I'm sorry! I'm so, so-" I vomited again, "S-sorry."

"It's all right (y/n)," he comforted me, rubbing my back (and holding my hair out of my face).

I threw up at least two more times, before I was okay again. Since I was sick, the only food that my diet seemed to consist of was crackers, soup, gatorade and if I was lucky, a peanut butter sandwich.

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Luckily, Thomas had called Aaron, to come help him with something at work, and after reassuring him that I'd be okay without him for a while, he left, allowing me to test my suspicions.

I ran into the bathroom and grabbed the pregnancy test I bought yesterday, while the boys were gone. I followed the instructions and waited. One line appeared. Oh thank God! I am not at all ready for.....The next line appeared interrupting my thoughts. I guess I'm gonna have to be ready, and pray that the boys are too. I have no clue as to whose it is.

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When Aaron got back I panicked all over again. What would he think? Would he tell the others? Are we even ready for kids? It isn't even legal for us to get married yet! (correct me if I'm wrong on that, I just quickly searched it up on google)

"Hey, baby! How are you feeling?"

I froze at the word baby. Sure he called me that all the time, but it felt different due to the circumstances. "Alright, I guess just........do you ever get a sense, when you're sick that life is so short and you don't want to waste it, but you're stuck, lying down, sick?"

"Well, no, not exactly. Is there something bothering you? We can talk about it if you'd like."

"I don't know. One thing I couldn't get out of my mind was, what if we had children? What would we do? I can hardly handle my own life let alone another innocent one, but the reward must be so great. Life is so short, that you shouldn't waste opportunities, but you also don't want to mess up so you don't waste time!" I ranted, feeling relieved to have half of my burden lifted off my chest.

He looked at me strange for a moment, then sympathetically. Finally speaking he said, "(y/n), I would absolutely love to have kids, and I'm sure Thomas and James feel the same way. Why are you so worried about this now?"

"Promise you won't tell them until I'm ready?" He nodded and I gulped then sighed, "I'm pregnant."

He opened his mouth in shock, then smiled then whispered, "There's a tiny human inside of you?" I laughed at his question then nodded. "I'm going to be a father! This is the best day of my life!" He yelled.

Before I could respond, the door opened, "Wait, what?" I turned and saw the signature poofy hair of one of my boyfriends, Thomas Jefferson, who had just walked in. "(Y/n)? Did I hear you correctly? Are you-?" He stopped unable to finish the sentence.

I nodded, looking down.

He ran to me and scooped me up into a hug, lifting me off the ground. "We're going to be parents!" He smiled. "We need to tell Jemmy!" He sat me down grabbing his phone.

Rrrring, rrrring!

(Bold= Thomas Italics= (y/n) Bold and italics=Aaron, Thomas, and (y/n)  Underlined=James)

"Hello?"

"Hey Jemmy!"

"Hey baby! Are you feeling better?"

Before you were able to answer Thomas interrupted, "Which 'baby' are you talking to?"

"Hey, Tommy! I didn't know you were home. I meant (y/n), sorry!"

Again interrupted by Thomas, "Well that narrows it down to two! Did you mean (y/n) or our child?"

"What? Thomas, you're confusing me!"

Before I was interrupted again, "I'm pregnant." I said uneasily.

"What?! When? How? What?!"

"Were you never given a biology lesson?"

"Ha, ha Thomas. I just.....didn't know. Wow! This is....wow!"

"Yeah, I know right?"

"Well anyways, I need to get back to work! See you in an hour and we can celebrate! Bye, Love you!"

"Bye James! Love you! See you when you get home!"