Modern AU
Backstory : Alexander left after John found out he was pregnant (he's trans so yeah)
Other : Philip is adopted; Alexander and John talked about adopting, John went through adopting Philip and was going to surprise Alexander, needless to say that didn't happen, but John still adopted the kid
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A knock sounded out in the small house, another knock echoed out, once more a knock crept into the house, this one far more impatient then the first.

"Philip can you get the door?" The single parent asked glancing up for a second to see his adoptive son nod, he quickly went back to cooking, figuring it must have been a package or one of his friends wanting to drop by.

Philip's pov

I made my way swiftly to the door, the knocks were quick and impatient, meaning who ever was on the other side of the door figured they had something of importance or they simply didn't want to be here, wanting to get done with their job as soon as possible then going home or to their next job.

I shifted the door open to see a somewhat short, dark haired man, his hair was a mess, not even in a messy bun or careless ponytail, he didn't have anything in his arms, disproving my first thought of it being a delivery.

"What do you need and who are you?" I asked, looking him over once more, he appeared to have a fair amount of money judging from his coat, it looking to be made of a thick fabric with good dye, judging from the dark green that it was tinted.

"I wish to see John Laurens, my name is Alexander Hamilton." He replied, his voice was quite yet loud at the same time, it held respect yet discarded it, how his voice could do that? I have no idea. And yet with my amazement of his voice I quickly recounted the name, Alexander Hamilton, the man who left Pops after finding out he was pregnant, like I was going to let that man in our house.

"You don't belong here, good day sir." I hissed glaring at him once more before attempting to close the door, key word being attempting, he quickly shoved his foot in the small crack to stop the door from fully closing.

"Please! Just let me see him, I need to, please." His confidant voice quickly turned into a quivering plead, a pausing moment had quickly arisen between us, me being in thought with him fearfully gazing at me, hoping I would allow him in.

"Fine." I grunted at my choice, Pops wanted answers and if this man that broke his heart had them, it was worth a shot, yet I added another few words, ones chilling enough him shiver as he entered the house.

"If you dare try anything I will call the police, you'll be tried with rape, tread carefully." I warned following after him, keeping a careful eye on the taller man.

   "Alexander." My gaze shifted to my father who had breathlessly said 'Alexander' like if he formed any other worlds he would draw his last breath.

John's pov

   Philip had been gone for awhile and like any sensible father, I was worried, Philip wasn't much for conservations, he's always been shy and reserved after all, so him having a friendly chat with who ever was at the door was out of the question, what if he was kidnaped? What if it's pinned on me and I'm taken away from my kids!? Oh lord.

I quickly moved from the cheese pie I was making and made my way towards the door, only to be met by the last person I ever hoped to see.

Alexander

The man who left me after I told him the news, the man who practically damned my family, the man who left me and, took our friends with him.

"Alexander." My voice was weak, a breathless word, as if I said another my lungs would collapse, damning me to die.

"John! Babe!" He shouted happily, as if he went off for a business try for a week and finally got back, like one of those new couples who hadn't seen each other in a day, unlike the truth, that being he hadn't made an effort to see my family in six years.

   "Why are you here?" I asked, moving away from his attempted hug, his brown eyes held a look of heartbreak for a moment, of course as he always did; he quickly regained his composure and began to speak.

"I'm here to see you, of course." He replied with that large childish smile that pulled me in, little did I know that smile could hold so much deceit.

"That so?" I asked, my voice far from a happy chirp that he had, he looked at me for a moment before nodding a hesitate nod.

"Yes? I wanted to apologize as well." His gazed at the floor for a few moments, as if he was a child awaiting a punishment from his father.

"For what? Leaving me? I don't want to hear it,
Mr. Hamilton, now if you having nothing else to say, leave." I hissed, his eyes widened at my words, as if though I would easily take him back, acting as if nothing ever happened.

"John please-" He began to speak, yet his weak voice was no match for my hissing words, his voice was easily cut off and drowned out by mine.

"Save it, now leave before I call the police." He shook his head with a small sigh, a sigh of defeat that is, like he forced to retreat after a long war, knowing that went you did so it would spell your defeat, your surrender.

"John....fine, I'm sorry for everything I did." With that the man I once loved left, he spared one last glance to my son and myself before shutting the door, leaving.

"Good riddance." Philip hissed, once Philip was old enough he heard what Alexander had done, once he heard he quickly grew to despise my old lover.

"...." I stayed silent for a few moments, purely in thought about what just took place,

"Pops?" Philip's worried voice snapped me from my swirling array of thoughts, that, like a hurricane, came to the eye of the storm, my adoptive son's voice being that eye.

"Super's ready when you want to eat." With those few worlds I went to finish the cheese pie, which somehow hadn't burned, apparently in my few second of thinking I had hit the dial, turning off the gas that fueled the flame.

"Alright, I'll get Frances then."

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In all honesty the idea just kinda popped into my mind and I was like 'that's a good idea' and here we are