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That night after a terrible show, Phillipa uncomfortably laid in bed with Steven, her fiancé, and tried to fall asleep. However, the thing that she did, the thing that was going to haunt her forever, wouldn't shake the grip it held over her mind. It was ingrained in her brain, and probably would be for a while. Pippa got out the bed and walked to the bathroom. She took a short at herself in the mirror and grimaced at her flushed face. Pale, great. Phillipa thought before she shook her head and splashed some water on her face. "Get it together. You did the right thing," Pippa self-reminded.

"Pip!" Steven called. Phillipa jumped back into reality and turned off the faucet. "What are you doing?" He asked from the bed. Pippa turned out the light and gradually made her way back to bed

"I'm just stressed," Pippa finally answered. Steven rolled onto his side and let out a sigh as if Pippa just talking irritated him.

"Stress isn't good when we are trying to conceive," Steven stated for the umpteenth time. He put the phrase 'isn't good when we are trying to conceive' behind everything and at that point, all Phillipa could do was roll her eyes. Dramatically, she flipped the covers back, making sure to pick up as much cold air as possible to literally freeze Steven out, and got back in the bed.

"I know. I know," She muttered. Because the room was still pitch black and her back was to him, Steven couldn't see her silently crying. The baby debate was causing one too many fights lately, and it was the most tired debate of them all. Steven wanted a baby as soon as possible, and Pippa wanted to finish Hamilton beforehand. And it's not like her contract was with the devil. She had less than a year left, but Steven wasn't for it. To bad for him though, while at the clinic, Pippa got birth control after the "surgery" to ensure that she doesn't have to go through that again for a while.

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On the other side of the city, Stevie sat in Central Park waiting for Vosco, her loyal drug dealer, to show up. It was two in the morning, she was freezing, and slightly annoyed. February, on top of being homeless, was the worst since she lost her big brother around that time last year.

Stevie looked around the park for the shorter side of ten minutes to finally see the man of the hour. She slid the 20 in her sleeve to her hand, and gave Vosco a handshake with the twenty, and took the bag of weed with the other hand. "Pleasure doing business with ya, and may Corey rest in peace," He respectfully said goodbye. She thanked him and stuffed the bag in her backpack. The two parted ways and Steviana headed towards her hideout.

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7 AM struck in Phillipa's apartment and she was ready to leave. With Steven invading her home during the day, she was forced to go out to keep her sanity. Pippa ran around her house trying to avoid Steven and get ready to go to the theater, where she didn't have to be until 11, but liked to go early to walk around the stage, pray, get in the mindset of Eliza, and of course get away from her fiancé. Plus, tomorrow was her day off, so she wanted to make today count. Pippa grabbed her water bottle and was almost to the door when Steven came out of her bedroom. "Pip, where are you going so early?" Steven asked, pulling on a t-shirt and heading to her kitchen to find breakfast. Phillipa shrugged and took her hand off the doorknob.

"Lin asked me to come in early with Reneé and Jazzy to work on some Schuyler sister stuff," Pippa lied. Steven sighed and aggressively opened the fridge.

"Why do you spend all of your time at the damn theater?" He muttered under his breath. Phillipa bit her lip and decided to treat that as a rhetorical question. Quickly, she walked out the door to avoid a fight as much as possible. 

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Stevie sat in the alleyway behind the Richard Rogers Theater as the sun began to peak over the buildings, smoking her last blunt and listening to Burn. This song let her get out her feelings about her brothers' death. She sang out the words not caring that people stared as they walked by; belted out the notes as if no one was around. But, it just so happened that Pippa was walking past when she recognized her song. She stopped in the middle of the buildings and turned to her right. She couldn't believe that the rough, tough girl she sat next to in the clinic just the other day, was singing such a heartfelt song. "Hey," Pippa said. Stevie took another drag and continued to look at her phone. "Hey!" She shouted, walking closer. Stevie blew out her last puff and looked up finally noticing the person coming towards her.

"What?" She asked, taking out one of her headphones. Phillipa stood in front of her with confusion scribbled across her face and her arms folded.

"You know my song?" Pippa asked. Stevie shrugged.

"Yeah. So?" She snapped before taking another hit. Phillipa shrugged and leaned against the fire escape on her theater's side of the alley.

"I just didn't peg you for a musical type girl," Phillipa said. Stevie rolled her eyes and sat her phone in between her thighs.

"You don't even know me, so how would you know what I liked?" Stevie validly questioned. Pippa ran her fingers through her hair and refolded her arms.

"You're right, but I do know that you have been in this alley for a while from the sight of your pants stains, and the fact that you are shivering. And, I also know that you are sexually active, from the pill you got at the clinic the other day," Pippa analyzed. Stevie shrugged and pulled her hair into a low bun. Pippa hit it right on the head, and Steviana didn't like that.

"So what, I hang out in the streets and have unprotected sex from time to time. Big deal?" Stevie said. "So does half of the New York population, which is how we got the other half on New Yorks population," She griped noticing Phillipa glance at the blunt from time to time. Stevie shoved it out to her melodramatically. "You want some? You keep looking at it," Stevie offered with a tad bit of sarcasm. Pippa held her hands up and scrunched her face up in disgust.

"I don't smoke. I never have. And you shouldn't either," she said. Stevie smirked, feeling the drug start to kick in.

"Oh come on. Broadway's princess doesn't want to try a little weed. It won't kill you," She taunted. Pippa bit her lip. She couldn't believe she was actually considering it. Although given the circumstances of her life the past month she needs to relax a bit, for her though, drugs were not the way to go.

"Hand it here," Pippa said. She took the drug from the teenager and dropped it on the ground to stomp it out. Stevie scoffed as Phillipa let the blunt burn out slowly.

"What the fuck!" Stevie screamed. Phillipa smiled proudly and leaned back against the railing of the concrete step.

"I," she sighed, "I'm not your mom, but smoking is bad for you no matter what it is," Phillipa said. Stevie groaned and stood up, yanking her backpack off the ground simultaneously. 

"You're right!" The youngster fought, "you aren't my mom! You can't tell me what I can and can't do!" Stevie finished. Pippa put her hands on her hips.

"I may not be your mom, but I care about you," Pippa said without even thinking. Stevie gave her a confused look.

"Care about me? You don't even fucking know me! I could be a serial killer for all you know!" Stevie screamed and pointed her hand at Phillipa's stomach. "How can you care about me? You didn't even care about your own kid! You kill that shit, and it was attached to you!" She continued. Pippa folded her arms and shook her head.

"How do you know about that?" Phillipa asked. She was holding back tears, and her voice had started to crack.

"You think I'm dumb? No one comes to that clinic for a routine visit. And someone like you, who probably lives in the Village, definitely doesn't live in that neighborhood. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why someone of your status would find a shit hole clinic on the lower south, side," Stevie screamed. Phillipa was about to respond when her phone rang. It was just Jasime texting her that she had her breakfast. She shut off the ringer and shook her head, but when she looked up Stevie was standing at the entrance of the alley about to cross the street.

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"Pip!" Renée whispered, grazing her hand up and down Phillipa's back. The actress sat on the ottoman in Pippa's dressing room. Pippa sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes. "Morning, sleepy head," Renée grinned. Pippa gave a half smile and pushed her hair behind her ears.

"What time is it?" Phillipa asked. She looked around for her phone but couldn't find it. Renée handed her a water bottle and clasped her hands together, leaning her elbows in her knees.

"It's 8:15," She answered. Pippa slouched into the couch and sighed. "You doing okay? What did the doctor say? You never texted me back," Renée asked. Phillipa couldn't bring herself to talk about the abortion again so she opted for the lie.

"He said it was just the flu," She replied. Renée poked her bottom lip out in sorrow and hugged Phillipa.

"Awe. Well, Jazzy has food. You hungry?" Renée asked. Phillipa nodded, and started to get up, only to get light headed. "Hey, just sit here. I'll get Jazzy to bring it here, okay? Just stay," She mothered. Phillipa put her head in her hands and started to think about the girl from the alley and all the things that had been said. She was confused as to why she said what she said. She didn't even know this girls name. How could she care about someone she didn't even know the name of? All Pippa did know, was that the girl from the alley was special, she just needed some guidance...and a little love.

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A/N hello sexy people! I got the idea to do a Hamilton story from @mollyminone @Maggies123 and @ehartsgrove go check them out they are the best!💕