The entire table fell silent, Eliza could feel the confused glances of everyone fall on her. Thomas Jefferson was the first to break the ice, he abruptly stood up, accidentally hitting his leg on the table. "I'd better go." He grunted. No one so much as offered him so much as a glance as he clambered awkwardly out of the room. "Did you say...you're…?" Alexander for once in his life couldn't find the words to speak. Eliza eyed him cautiously before confirming that it was indeed what she had said.

"So we're going to have to deal with two Hamilton's being pregnant. That's going to be...fun." Philip snorted. Alexander didn't hear him though. His entire world seemed to be put on pause. First he finds out that his beautiful, unwed daughter is not only pregnant but getting married, and now this.

"Dad?" Angie asked cautiously from where she was seated. Alex hadn't realized that he had zoned out for a good minute until he felt Eliza's gentle touch on his forearm. "Oh right," Alexander began feigning happiness "My apologies, that news was a bit of a shock you see." He uncomfortably cleared his throat and plastered a smile onto his face.

The group of people at the table stared at him, completely bewildered as he rose from his seat "Well if you'd excuse me...I have so much work to do." Alexander offered his half baked excuse before scrambling up the stairs to his office. The place he had grown so accustomed to sleeping in when his dear Eliza was completely and utterly heartbroken.

'I should be happy' Alexander thought bitterly to himself as he plopped down into his chair. 'I was just told that my beautiful, lovely wife is with child and my initial reaction is to run upstairs and hide from my precious family.' Hamilton scolded himself. What he wanted was a drink. He could hold his alcohol, so the likelihood of his family finding out was minimal unless they got up close to smell his breath. But he decided better. He turned to his livelihood and the only reason he even had a wife and children to worry about: Writing.

However, it seemed that this time words had failed him. Alexander's hands were shaking so badly that he knocked over the bottle of ink sitting on his desk. He watched emotionlessly as the black ink stained the gray carpet beneath him.

Perhaps it was the thought of his wife and daughter having children at the same time, maybe it was the complete stress of having two children at once or perhaps, the mere thought of something happening to the unborn child.

The last year had been rough for his dear Eliza. Deep down he knew that she couldn't possibly take another heartbreak. Peggy had passed away suddenly the previous March from an illness. Her sister's death had almost completely destroyed her to the point where she wouldn't talk to anyone for weeks on end.

Alexander sighed rather loudly running a hand through his hair. He was so consumed by his thoughts that he had hardly heard Eliza come in and sit beside him. "Well that was quite the reaction." She stated, a ghost of a smile on her face. Alex nearly jumped out of his chair "Oh! I….I didn't see you there, Betsey." He admitted sheepishly.

Eliza's cherry lips spread into a soft smile "It's quite alright dear," She began, putting a hand on his shoulder "Why did you run off so suddenly?" Her smile dropped down to a frown as she felt him tense underneath her touch. It took a moment for him to work up the courage to look her in the eye.

"I'm scared."

Eliza's eyebrow raised at that "The great Alexander Hamilton? Scared?" She asked incredulously. She watched as Alexander took a deep breath in. "I'm worried that something happening to this child. I don't want to something to happen and for you to be sad again."

Eliza sighed "Alexander, if this is about me being upset over that Pamphlet or Peggy, I'm at peace with those things now." The couple was interrupted by the sudden sound of crying downstairs. "We can finish this conversation later." With that, Eliza's hand left his shoulder and she disappeared down the steps leaving him to his thoughts once more.