Christmas With The Hamiltons (Philip x Reader)
Request: Hey I have a idea for a Christmas prompt. I was thinking that the reader is going over to the Hamilton’s for Christmas for the first time with her boyfriend. She’s extremely nervous until she meets them.
You tightly grip your boyfriend’s hand as he leads you up the steps to his front door. “Are you sure about this?”
Philip smiles at you. “Of course, baby. They’ll love you.”
“But what if-”
“They’ll love you. I’m certain of it.” He rings the doorbell. It’s not long before one of his younger siblings answers the door.
“Ma, Philip is here. And he brought a girl,” the little boy calls.
Mrs. Hamilton rushes down the stairs. “Thank you for getting the door, Will. Philip, it’s so great to see you again.” She gives him a quick hug before turning to you. “You’re Philip’s girlfriend, I presume?”
You blush. “Yes, ma’am.”
She smiles and leads you into the living room, where Mr. Hamilton is sitting, typing at a laptop. He stands up when he sees his son. “Philip! How’s college going?”
“Great! This is (Y/N),” he introduces.
Mr. Hamilton turns his attention to you. “Pleasure to meet the woman that Philip keeps talking about.”
“Pop,” Philip warns, causing you to giggle.
“He thinks very fondly of you.” He sits down again and tells Philip to show you to your room so you can set your stuff down. When you walk up the stairs, one of Philip’s sisters greets you. “Philip!” she screeches.
He chuckles and bends down to her level. “Lizzy!” He picks her up and listens to her talk about everything that has happened since he left. He sets her on the bed, while you watch from the doorway.
“Who’s that?” she asks, pointing to you.
“That’s (Y/N),” he answers.
He stares at you lovingly. “Yeah, she really is.”
You blush and look down.
Angelica, Philip’s other sister emerges from her room. “Big brother!” she exclaims, rushing over to hug him.
“I never thought you would be happy to see me,” he teases.
She punches his chest. “With you gone all the time, I have to watch the urchins.”
He laughs. “I’ll take what I can get.”
She turns to face you. “Ooh! Is this your girlfriend?”
You nod. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Philip won’t shut up about you! (Y/N) this. (Y/N) that. (Y/N) is so pretty. Her hair smells like strawberries. I wonder if (Y/N) likes… I feel like I’ve already met you.”
You laugh. “What else has he told you about me?”
“Well,” she says dramatically, but she’s cut off by Philip putting his hand over her mouth. “That’s quite enough, Angie. Don’t you have some band to obsess over?”
Once she leaves, he falls face first onto his bed. “I’m sorry. My family can be a bit… well, them.”
“I like them.”
He looks up at you. “Really?”
“Really. And I like that you talk about me.”
“Just one question. Does my hair really smell like strawberries?”
He laughs and walks over to you. “Well, if you really wanted to know. It-”
“Dinner’s ready!” Mrs. Hamilton calls.
Philip looks a bit defeated as he leads you down to the dining room. You’re surprised that everyone is able to fit around the table.You sit between Philip and Angie. The other six of his siblings file in around the table. Mr. Hamilton takes his seat at the head, his wife on his right and his sister-in-law, Angelica, on his left.
Conversation flows easily with the family. With as many different ages as there are at the table, someone is always talking. After dinner, Mrs. Hamilton calls everyone into the living room, where the Christmas tree is. She lets each of her children pick one of their gifts to open now. Lizzy gets a small, stuffed turtle that she names Alyssa. William gets a lego set as does John. James and Alex Jr. get sets of pajamas. Angie gets a new laptop cover. You and Philip are about to leave, but Mrs. Hamilton grabs you before you can get upstairs. She hands Philip a small box that contains a new pen set, something he’s been begging for forever. She hands you your own box. When you open it, you gasp. Inside is a beautiful ring, something that you could tell was old, but it hasn’t lost any of its charm. “It’s beautiful.”
Mrs. Hamilton smiles. “It was my mother’s. Since it’s obvious that you’ve stolen my son’s heart, you deserve it.”
“I-It’s” you stammer. “Thank you.”
When you reach Philip’s room, you change into one of his sweatshirts and a pair of leggings. You crawl into bed and snuggle into his arms. “Did you have a good time?” he asks.
You nod. “Your family is wonderful.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
“Merry Christmas, Philip.”
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”