My Darling Flower [Alexander Hamilton x Female Reader] (Under Revision)

15. Clueless

He presses the plank against her chest, "Breathe for me."

She takes a few deep breaths and each time he hits the plank softly with the hammer, listening for inflammation of her lungs.

"No pleurisy," he states.

She nods once, beginning to dress.

"Any muscle pain? Cramps? Aches or chills?" Doctor Thatcher asks.

"Just a slight headache and dizziness." Y/N tells him.

"Have you been eating?" Dr. Thatcher asks.

"Before I fainted, I didn't, no." Y/N tells him.

"But now you do," he reaches into his bag.

He checks her temperature with his thermometer and asks, "Forgive me for the indecency, Colonel."

"Wh-?"

"When was your last monthly cycle?"

Y/N frowns and begins counting back.

Her eyes widen.

"... Seven weeks ago," she stares straight ahead.

He looks up at her, "And have you been-?"

"Yes."

"This explains many symptoms, Colonel. The fatigue is from the loss of appetite. The loss of appetite from the changes in your body for a healthy delivery of the baby."

"What about the fever?"

"It occurs sometimes, very rarely, but it does." Thatcher tells her.

"I can't be pregnant-"

"You're pregnant?"

She turns to see her father and Alexander standing in the doorway.

"It's only a possibility, Your Excellency." Doctor Thatcher assures him.

"It being a possibility is itself detestable." George growls.

Y/N flinches.

"Who?"

She stays silent.

She doesn't even know herself.

"Y/N Laurence Washington."

"I don't know, Papa... I..."

Alexander, who was pale, purses his lips, "I-is it me?"

"It could also be..." she trails off.

"Who?" Washington demands.

"Gilbert," she looks up.

"Lafayette..." Y/N whispers.

"My God." George mutters.

Y/N feels tears pool in his eyes and she turns to Doctor Thatcher.

"I will be by in a couple of weeks to check up. Perhaps you aren't with child after all, Colonel." Mr. Thatcher tells her.

She nods shakily as he packs up and leaves.

George puts her plate of food down harshly before turning and stomping out.

Alexander, still shaken, sits down, running his hands through his ginger hair, "Y-you slept with Lafayette...?"

Y/N turns her head slowly, "... Yes..."

He frowns and she turns back to her lap, "Twice..."

He stands silently and leaves.

She feels tears pool in her eyes and quickly wipes them.