A/N: This is going to be a short series of drabbles of how Eliza tells Alexander she's pregnant with each of their kids.

Disclaimer: I own none of this.

Chapter 1: Philip Hamilton

The sound of a carriage pulling up to the house tore Eliza from her reading. She looked out of the front living room window and saw a carriage slow to a stop. She stood up and dusted off anything that was on her dress.

She rushed out of the room and into the foyer to greet whoever was arriving. She hoped that it was Alexander. A letter from General Washington had arrived informing her that Alexander had been released from the army. And that was all she knew.

It didn't help that she would have to tell him that she was with child. Eliza ran a hand over her slightly swollen stomach, she was about four months along. And Alexander still had no idea.

The front door opened and Alexander walked in clad in his army uniform. His hair was falling out of its usually immaculate ponytail, there were shadows under his eyes and his uniform had tears in it every so often. His face was hard and his eyes cold.

Eliza's heart sped up at the sight of him. She had been praying for the day that he would get back home. The days had been far too long without him.

He walked right past her without batting an eye.

"Alexander?" Eliza said as he walked down the hall to his study and slammed the door behind himself.

"Don't worry, little one." Eliza whispered as she let her hand rest on her stomach.

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The next morning Eliza was strolling through the garden. The sights and smells seemed to calm her senses. It let her escape for a moment from the war that was raging outside of the closed door.

The sound of footsteps broke Eliza out of her more relaxed state, calmly, she glanced over to see Alexander walking up to her. His face was not a stone cold mask anymore, there was a little more emotion. It seemed that his time locked away in his office calmed him down a bit more. She had vaguely felt him sliding into bed that night, he had wrapped himself around her and promptly fell asleep.

"Hi." said Alexander as he approached her.

"Hello."

Alexander reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. He pressed a short kiss to her hand and it sent tingles up her arm.

"How are you?" asked Alexander as his eyes roamed over her face.

"Better now that you are here." Eliza responded honestly.

"Alexander, I need to tell you something." Curiosity filled Alexander's eyes. "I am with child."

Eliza expected him to fly into a rage over her not telling him. But instead it looked like there were tears in his eyes.

"How long have you known?"

"About a month."

Alexander ran a hand down his face and sunk down onto a bench near them.

"You should have told me."

"I wrote to the General a month ago."

"No," interrupted Alexander as she sat down next to him.

"I begged him to send you home." She said grabbing one of his hands in her own.

"You should have told me." Alexander said tiredly.

"I knew you'd fight until the war was won," Eliza said as she squeezed his hand in reassurance.

"The war's not done." Alexander muttered under his breath.

"But you deserve a chance to meet your son." Eliza said as she moved his hands to her stomach as the baby kicked. A look of awe spread over his face at the sensation.

"Is it supposed to do that?" Alexander kept his hands lightly on her stomach. Eliza could only nod, she felt her throat closing up and tears pricking in her eyes. Oh, God she loved this man.

Alexander looked up at her with sad eyes. "Will you relish being a poor man's wife, unable to provide for your life?"

"I relish being your wife." A sigh of relief escaped Alexander's lips.

"Look at where you are, look at where you started. The fact that you're alive is a miracle. Just stay alive, that would be enough." Eliza glanced down at her stomach where his hands still rested. "If this child shares a fraction of your smile or a fragment of your mind. That would be enough."

"I love you both so much." Alexander said, his voice choking up a bit.

Eliza could feel her heart fluttering at those words. "I love you too."