Well, this is my attempt at a Hamilton fanfic. And I can't be the only one who thinks these two would have been adorable together? Well, not in real life, but in the musical at least. Anyway, please enjoy!

[Credit to Creamcake 13 on YouTube for the fanart on the cover and the video (that actually made me ship these two) above]

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April 4, 1794

Here Lies Theodosia Bartow Burr
A loving mother, wife, and friend
1746-1794

Eleven year old Theodosia Burr wiped away the remnants of her tears. If her mother could see her now, she most surely would be disappointed, her father as well for that matter. They both always told her to stay strong, to never show her weaknesses. Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for. That was her father's motto and, by extension, her mother's as well. It had been installed in her since birth.

Theo sighed and lightly kissed her mother's headstone. "I will do you proud, Mother," she vowed. "I'll work hard and protect Daddy's legacy." She paused before adding, "And preserve yours as well. Goodbye." She gently set down the flowers she had brought with her and turned away.

Her mother's dying wish was for her to focus on her studies and show the world that a woman could be just as intelligent as a man is given the chance. She would honor that wish if it was the last thing she did.

July 5, 1797

"Don't, Alexander." His mother's tone was cold, curt. Philip Hamilton had never heard her speak to anyone like that, let alone his father. He knew at that moment that his father really messed up this time, and Philip wasn't sure if he could fix it.

"Eliza, please-"

"Don't," his mother snapped. And that was the end of that.

Philip sighed and shut the door to his bedroom, effectively blocking out the tension in the Hamilton house. He remembered the summer his father admits to having an affair. His aunt Angelica had come all the way from London just to come with them upstate. His father had refused, coming up with the excuse that he had much too much work.

Philip sighed and sat at his desk, deciding to start a new poem. He titled it, A Family Torn.

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Aw, the poor little nuggets. Anyway, I really hoped you liked it!