As Eliza was rushed to the hospital by Maria, Alexander was back home, not knowing what has happened to his beloved Eliza and child.

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Alexander was back at the house, finishing up some writing for the job. He's grown fond to Eliza going to work, because it's one of the only times he can write without distraction.

Once he was finished writing, he pulled out his laptop and checked on the listing he put down on a house.

"No way!" Alex said to himself, in shock that he actually got the house.

I gotta call Eliza. He thought as he picked up his phone and called Eliza.

"Eliza! You'll-" Alex was suddenly cut off by the sound of Maria's voice.

"This is Maria, Eliza is in labor and you need to get down here as soon as possible."

And with that, Alexander was off and headed to the hospital.

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Waiting. And waiting.

Waiting is terrible.

Nobody likes waiting.

Waiting felt like hours.

Waiting felt like lifetimes.

Waiting could kill someone.

God, why did he have to wait?

Why couldn't he just see her?

But no, waiting was all he could do.

And it killed him.

Waiting.

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And then, it stopped.

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7 hours.

13 minuets.

A new life.

A new Hamilton.

A new father.

A new mother.

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Alexander could finally see his Eliza.

He couldn't be more excited or happy to see her.

Alex slowly entered the room, a smile across his face as he saw his Eliza's face.

But it was the small child that she was holding that made Alexanders face light up more.

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"Is this him?" Alex asked, sitting on a chair, next to Eliza on the bed.

Eliza smiled and nodded, gently rubbing her child's cheek.

"Yep. This is him. Our son." Eliza said, kissing his head.

"Philip." Alex said, looking at his son.

Eliza nodded.

"Philip Hamilton."