Hamilton One shots and Stuffs

kinda Philip x Reader

I can still remember the first time we met.

We were around the age of twelve, still young, but with just enough
knowledge of what was going on around us. It was hard at first for him, Iknew this, so when I found him sitting on that park bench, I promised to do as much as I would for him. He was so scared, and confused. I couldn't really blame the boy. If my father had done that to our family, I would respond the same way as him.

I can still remember the first time He stayed over.

We were around the age of fourteen, no longer kids, but just barely
teens. He and his dad had a fight, so the most logical think he could think
to do was show up at my house around 5pm. He ate dinner with my family. He acted like a gentleman the whole time. Said his pleases and thank yous. Then we went up to my room and he slept on my floor. I told him he could have my bed, but ever the gentleman, he refused.

He can still remember the first time I thought he liked me.

It was the middle of math class, sophomore year, we were sixteen. Next to him sat a couple. He didn't know what made him want that with me. He just wanted what they had. This cuteness between them. Any the less, that day during lunch he asked you out. And of course you said yes. Your friends had even gotten a picture of him kissing your cheek, complete with a dark blush spread across your cheeks.

I can still remember the day he asked me to marry him.

Only a few years out of college, but we had never broken up, so it
seemed right. The wedding was quickly planned, all of the family and friends were there. My dad cried as he gave me away to my love. My little sister, who stood in her pretty dress, had tears in her eyes. After he said his vows, tears where in everyone's eyes.

I can still remember the day we brought our baby girl home.

It was a couple years after the wedding, and we now knew it was time to have a new member of the family. She was still so tiny, and he was always so scared to hold her. But it was him who went to get her came nightfall and her cries echoed throughout the entire home. He was going to make sure she got the same childhood as him, but better. No infidelity.

“Are you going to keep looking at that scrap book, or are ya coming to bed?” Philip called from the doorway of my office. I looked up at him, a smile gracing my face at his cuteness.

"Well, Philip, this scrapbook is pretty interesting. You should come take a look!" Getting him into the room was really more of a ruse to play with his hair. He had just gotten out of the shower, still no shirt on, and it was just starting to dry. It just screamed 'play with me!'

"How about this? You come to bed with me, we cuddle, then before the kids wake up, we can look at the book?" He was walking in the room now with his hand held out. I grabbed it and he pulled me up off of the floor, right into his chest. "Sounds like a deal."

"I'm glad."