Tate

it had been a year, a year i had been sneaking around behind her back, watching her without her knowing.

And I didn't do it for any weird, perverted reasons, I did it simply because i missed her, I missed her more than my body could take some days.

It so happened that, on this particular day, she had been sitting in the kitchen, rocking her baby brother.

Violet

It had been a year, one year since Jeffrey's birth and Tate's disappearance from my life, and all I felt was remorse.

I told Tate to go away because it was the 'right' thing to do, I had never held Jeffrey because it was too painful, too much to take.

He wasn't Tate's baby, but they looked so much alike sometimes it sickened me to look at him.

And so on this day, Jeffrey's first birthday (although he hadn't aged since birth) i walked into the kitchen, where moira and my mother were standing, cooing over him.

Slowly, i slipped in behind my mother, taking the baby from her arms.

Moira and my mother exchanged a smile, leaving the room to give me alone time with my cooing, happy baby brother.

But god, he looked so much like Tate.

Tate

Sometimes, I slip up with the invisibility act, okay.

Like now, while standing two feet away from violet's face, I suddenly allowed myself to become visible again.

But instead of the seething, screaming wrath I was preparing to face, she was smiling.

"Do you want to hold him?" Violet asked.

No, of course I didn't want to hold the damn thing. I wasn't exactly a 'family guy,' you know. But If this was what made Violet happy, made her forgive me more...

so i nodded, and she placed the smiling creature in my arms.

"Support his head," she said, showing me how to place my hands.

then she smiled up at me, and i was starstruck once more by her beauty, only accentuated by the twilight coming through the windows.

Suddenly, the baby started crying, his facing mixing into exorcist-worthy shapes.

Violet

I took the baby from Tate, rocking him back and forth.

For a while, he quieted, enough for me to get a bottle.

Tate smiled at me again, and then prepared to walk out of the room.

"Tate!" I called to him. "Do you want to feed him?"

anything, anything to make him stay in this room with me for as long as possible.

Thankfully, Tate nodded.

I passed him jeffrey and the bottle, and Tate gave me a smile as he crossed to the microwave.""

"What's his name, anyways?" Tate asked.

"Jeffrey," I shrugged, and he burst into hysterics.

"Your parents have horrible taste in names!"

"Well, what would you have called him?" i said, curiosity lacing my voice.

"Kurt,"

"After Kurt Cobain?" I laughed.

"Well, of course." he smiled brightly.

For the first time, I noticed the tears in his eyes.

"Tate," i laughed, coming over to stop him; I couldn't keep myself from running a hand along his cheek.

i missed him.

"Don't put it in the microwave, run it under hot water." Quickly, I showed him how to do it, as I had seen my mother show my father many years before.

As Tate fed the baby, i began to ask questions.

Tate

"Why are you crying, Tate?" She asked me, putting a hand on the center of my back as she helped me feed the baby.

It always amazed me how tiny her hands were, her own digits only making up half of mine. I could fit her whole fist in my hand.

"because I'm sorry, Violet, i'm sorry you're here, I'm sorry he's so tiny, that he's never going to grow, I'm sorry that-"

"Stop it, Tate." She sucked back her anger, her fear, whatever was bottled inside her body that was dying to come out. "I forgive you."

And those three words were all I needed to hear. I most definitely did not need what came after them, though.

"I mean, I guess I'll always hate you for what you did, or at least i'll want to hate you, but I can't. I just really can't anymore, Tate." She positioned herself closer to me, the baby being the only thing between us.

Slowly, she pressed her lips to mine, and I was desperate to have her closer, to have our bodies combine into one; to hold her, to love her, to protect her-even if it was me that i had to protect her from sometimes.

But all too soon, the baby's face contorted once more and he began to cry.

i passed him back to Violet, and she burped him, but even that didn't help.

"I'll go," I said, knowing she would want to keep this relationship (or whatever it was) quiet for now. "You should call for your mother."

She nodded, and I left the room without her objection.

Violet

It turned out to be one of those times when only my mother could calm Jeffrey down.

I smiled at them, Jeffrey and my mother, and turned to leave the room.

"Violet, wait!" My mother called after me. "Look, I know we're not particuarly religious, exspecially after this happened, but I want Jeffrey to have godparents, and-"

"Mom," I laughed. "The whole point of godparents is to be there if something happens to you and dad, which obviously, it won't!"

"Violet," My mom sighed. "Look, what I'm saying is, do you want to be Jeffrey's godmother or not?"

"Well, uhm, yes. I'd love to be his godmother." I kissed Mom on the cheek as a thank you.

"And, Violet, would you like to pick his middle name? I know you were into that whole origin of names and-"

"Kurt,"

"Kurt?"

"I want his middle name to be Kurt."

Then, I left the room, heading upstairs to my bedroom where I knew Tate would be waiting for me.

He was sitting on my bed, holding a book from my childhood that my parents had yet to confiscate for little Jeffrey Kurt Harmon.

"Do you think we could read this to Jeffrey sometime?" Tate said, holding up a battered copy of Goodnight Moon and patting the seat next to him.

I ignored his hand and climbed into his lap.

"Sure," I smiled as he pulled me down so we were both laying down, me on top of him. "and then we can tell him the origin of his middle name."

I smirked as he gave me a confused look.

"His middle name, Jeffrey has a middle name?"

I nodded.

"As of five minutes ago, he is Jeffrey Kurt Harmon."

"I love you,"

"I know."

A/N-For right now, this is a one shot, but i might turn it into several little snippets about Violet and Tate and Jeffrey! xx