This was going to be a long one shot, but I have decided to split it into 2 parts. Here is part 1!

RATING: M

This is a new Violate one shot about Violet and Tate having a baby. Here are a few notes to keep in mind when reading the story:

Tate told Violet about the ghosts a few weeks after they met.

Violet never tried to kill herself

Tate is not the Rubber Man

Violet got pregnant by Tate (when she was 15)

There is no such thing as an "anti-Christ" baby in this story.

The ghosts scared the Harmon family out of the house the day after Violet found out she was pregnant, and she never got to tell Tate.

I think that's it. And now the story…

Violet's knuckles were white from how tightly she was holding onto the car steering wheel. She knew she had to get out of the car eventually, but she was nervous. It had been six years since she had stepped foot in the Murder House. It had been six years since anyone had lived in the house because no one would buy it after they heard about the ghosts that scared away Violet's family. It had been six years since Violet had seen Tate. She was more than nervous to see him and tell him what she had been waiting six years to tell him.

What she had to tell him was the only reason that she was currently sitting in the driveway in front of the Murder House. Her family had left so suddenly that she had never gotten the chance to tell Tate that she was pregnant. She had only known for a day before the ghosts seemed to go crazy and terrorize her family. She still wondered to this day what made them react in such a way, when they normally left her family alone.

Violet thought about returning to the house everyday for the past six years, but she could never work up the courage. How was she supposed to face Tate when she had abandoned him? She could only think of how angry he was with her. He probably hated her for leaving him, but she didn't have a choice. She was only 15 at the time and had to leave with her parents.

She finally worked up the courage to go to the house when her daughter asked her the other day who her father was. Violet was so taken aback by the question. Her precious little five year old, almost six, had never once mentioned her father. Violet didn't have an answer for her daughter. How could she tell her that her father was a ghost? A boy that would be forever young, forever 17. Her daughter had begged until Violet made a promise to tell her, but she knew that she needed to see Tate first. She had to tell him.

Violet took a deep breath and released her choke hold on the steering wheel before opening the car door and stepping out on the property of the house. She looked up at the looming mansion in front of her. The house looked exactly the same as when she first moved in, and she wondered if the ghosts would still look the same, if Tate would still look exactly the same. Violet made her way to the large wooden front door and turned the knob, finding that the door was unlocked. She made her way inside and stood in the large foyer, staring around into the dark hallways.

She could feel the spirits' energy flowing through the house. After Tate had told her about the spirits, she could always feel them around her. She took another deep breath and moved up the staircase, walking to her old room without even thinking. She felt like that would be the best place to find Tate. She instantly felt at home in her old room. So many things had happened in this room. She had changed so much here. She smiled as her eyes scanned the room, mentally adding in her old furniture. This was where she first met Tate. This would always be a little piece of home.

Violet couldn't hide the smile that brightened her face when she mentally relived her favorite memory of Tate.

Flashback

Violet loved how Tate's body felt, resting on top of hers. She knew that this was the perfect night. They were lying on the beach, surrounded only by a bonfire and the crashing ocean waves.

She had her hands around the back of his neck as her lips pushed and pulled against his. She moaned as his lips sucked on her bottom lip. One of her hands ran down his side, over his hip bone, and cupped the bulge in his jeans.

"I want to…" She whispered against Tate's lips as her hand gently kneaded his arousal. Tate moaned and moved his hips against her hand.

He looked in Violet's eyes, searching for any hint of doubt. "Are you sure?"

Violet nodded her head before pulling Tate's lips back to hers, not giving him time to respond or reject her. She moved her hand from his pants to slip under his sweater, running her palm across his flat stomach. Her other hand moved to lift his sweater off, breaking their kiss for a second when the fabric went over his head. She pulled his lips back to hers as her fingers floated over his skin.

Tate moaned against Violet's lips as she explored his naked torso with her hands. His hands were dug into the sand, supporting his weight above her. He opened his eyes to see that Violet's were closed and her eyelids fluttered every time his teeth nipped at her lips. He smiled into the kiss, thinking that there was no where else he would rather spend his only night of freedom then right here with the girl he loved.

Tate leaned back so that he was kneeling and pulled Violet up with him. She kneeled in front of him, smiling and blushing. He smiled back and moved his hands to her shoulders, pushing off her sweater. Violet ran her fingers along the lower part of his stomach, faintly following the line of hair that disappeared into his jeans.

"You okay?" Tate asked, always thinking about Violet before himself. Violet nodded and smiled reassuringly. Tate nodded his head slightly before moving his hands to Violet's hips. His thumbs dipped under the hem of her shirt, tracing circles along her hips bones. His hands slipped further under her shirt, pulling it up as they moved up her sides. Violet gasped as Tate's hands skimmed past the sides of her breasts. She lifted her arms so that he could take her shirt off before blushing bright red.

Tate's eyes roamed over Violet's body. "Vi… You are so beautiful."

Violet shook her head. "No, I'm not. I'm broken." She tried to cover the scars that ran along both of her arms, but Tate stopped her and pulled her arms in between them. His fingers ran over the old and new scars.

"Every cut has a story, right?" Tate asked, and Violet nodded. She gasped when his lips pressed onto one of her scars. "What's this story?" He mumbled against her skin.

Violet could feel her mind started to get foggy. No one had ever seen or touched her scars the way Tate was now. He was only kissing her arm, but there was something so passionate about it that it was making Violet forget everything but him. "Umm… I think that was from the first day I met you."

Tate leaned back and looked in Violet's eyes. "Why did you cut yourself that day?"

"I… Um. I was scared."

"Of me?" Tate asked in a sadden tone. His biggest fear was that he would scare Violet away.

Violet shook her head. "Not exactly. I was afraid because I had never felt so drawn to someone before. I've always been on my own, but now I can't see myself without you next to me."

Tate smiled and pulled Violet's lips to his. Violet wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling his bare chest against hers. She moaned as Tate's hands moved up her sides again before brushing his fingers against the sides of her bra. His hands moved to her back, unclasping the garment and letting it fall down her shoulders. His hands moved to her front, right under her breasts. As his lips pushed and pulled against Violet's lips, his hands began to knead her breasts. They were the perfect size, fitting into his palms.

Violet moaned against Tate's lips as his hands caused shock waves to pulse through her body. Every sensation was new to her. She was so used to feeling only pain, but now she could only feel pleasure and happiness. She had never felt happier than she did wrapped in Tate's embrace.

Tate's lips moved away from Violet's, moving down her cheek to the soft skin of her neck. His kisses left pink marks across Violet's pale skin. Violet ran her hands along his back as his kisses continued to move farther down her body. She gasped as his mouth covered one of her nipples. Her fingers tangled in his blonde curls, causing him to moan when she tugged. Every time Violet tugged on his hair, Tate's mouth would tug on her nipple.

"Tate…" Violet whispered his name. Her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling his face up to hers. "I need you."

"Vi… I don't want to rush you." Tate shook his head. His hands rested against Violet's hips.

"I'm ready. I promise." Violet cupped Tate's cheek in her hand. "Please, Tate." She whimpered, watching as Tate's eyes darkened from the sound of her voice. Tate pulled Violet's hips against his, and she gasped as his arousal pressed into her. His fingers dipped into the top of her leggings before pushing them down her legs, stopping at her knees. Violet's hands mirrored Tate's, undoing his jeans and pushing them down to his knees. Tate held onto Violet's hips as he pushed her down gently so that she was lying on the blanket that covered the cold sand.

Tate pulled Violet's leggings off of her legs and rid himself of his jeans before hovering over her. His lips ghosted across her cheek, neck, chest, and down her stomach. Violet shivered from the tingle of his lips against her skin. Tate's hands ran up her legs, hooking into the band of her underwear and slowly pulling them down her legs. Violet blushed as Tate's eyes roamed over her naked form.

"How are you so perfect?" He whispered and his hands moved to her thighs, parting them so that he could rest his body in between. Violet moaned as Tate's weight pushed against her core. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, nipping at his bottom lip. Her hands trailed down his smooth chest and stomach to the top of his boxers, slipping one hand inside and taking hold of his hard length.

Tate groaned into the kiss. One of his hands moved to help Violet rid him of his boxers. Violet gasped and squeezed Tate's length when one of his fingers ran along her wet folds.

"Fuck, Violet." Tate couldn't believe how wet she was. He took his hand away from her and pulled her hand away from him. His lips pushed roughly against hers as he pushed into her slowly. Violet whimpered at the uncomfortable feeling of him stretching her for the first time. Her nails scratched Tate's back, and Tate groaned, praying that he could hold out. Violet felt so amazing wrapped around him.

End flashback

Violet was pulled from her memories when she heard the floor boards creak behind her. She spun around, looking at the empty space behind her. She thought at first that she had imagined the noise, but then she remembered that she was in a house full of ghosts.

"Tate?" Violet asked into the emptiness. "Is that you?"

Violet gasped and covered her mouth with her hand when Tate suddenly appeared in front of her. He looked exactly the same as the day she last saw him. His curly blonde hair hung in his eyes. He had on a green striped sweater, jeans, and purple converse. Violet smiled at him, hoping that it would ease any tension between them.

Tate didn't return the smile because he was too busy staring at the woman in front of him. He had imagined this moment every day for the past six years. He had imagined how she would look, sound, and move. His imagination couldn't compare to the person standing in his old room, her old room.

"Violet…" Tate whispered her name. She looked so different from the girl that he used to know. She was taller but still a lot shorter than him. She was no longer the tiny, skinny girl that he used to hold in his arms. She had womanly curves. Her hips and breasts made her waist appear to still be tiny. Her hair was darker and her eyes were greener, more hazel now. "Violet." He spoke in a normal tone now.

Violet nodded her head and took a step closer to Tate, watching as he took an equal step backward. "Yea, Tate… It's me." Tate shook his head and continued to move backward as Violet inched closer. Soon he was cornered against the wall, still shaking his head.

"No. This can't be real." Tate murmured and placed his hands over his eyes. "Stop it. Get out of my head."

"I'm not in your head." Violet lifted her hands to Tate's, gently pulling them away from his eyes so that she could look into them. "I'm right here, Tate."

Tate stared into Violet's eyes, feeling tears slip down his cheeks. He felt his emotions go from confused to angry within a second. He pushed her arms away and moved away from her. "Why are you here?"

Violet was taken aback by Tate's sudden burst of anger. She got nervous and started to stutter. "I… I just… I need to tell you something."

"Yea. There seems to be a lot that you need to explain. How about you start with the reason why you left me without even a goodbye?" Tate's words were furious.

"Tate… Please calm down."

"Calm down!" Tate yelled. "Don't tell me to fucking calm down! I loved you, and you left me."

Violet felt tears well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't have a choice…"

"Yes, you did. You could've stayed here with me. You could've died to spend forever with me."

Violet shook her head. "It wasn't just my life that I had to think about!"

Tate opened his mouth to retort but stopped when his mind processed Violet's words. "What?"

Violet's eyes grew wide. "This wasn't how I wanted to tell you… Fuck, I wasn't even going to, but she begged me to tell her who you were."

"Who is she, Violet?"

Violet took a deep breath. "She is Julia. She is your daughter."

Tate laughed and shook his head. "That's impossible."

"Believe me, I thought so too. But she's real, and she's yours. I was only with you."

Tate took a deep breath and ran his hand over his face. "I'm a father…" The words felt weird to him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Everything was just so crazy, with the move and just finding out. I couldn't come back here…"

"But you're here now?"

Violet nodded her head. "Julia asked me the other day who her father was. She is such a curious little girl, always asking questions, and she wouldn't let me avoid this one. She wants to know who her father is."

Tate was silent for a long time, pacing back and forth across the room. Violet waited in silence, watching him with her eyes. She was wondering if this had been a bad idea.

Tate stopped and turned to face Violet. "Can I meet her?"

Violet was shocked by his question. "Um… Yea, I mean of course. She would love that."

Tate nodded and smiled. "Tomorrow?"

Violet smiled. "Yea, tomorrow. We'll be here." She gave Tate one last look before walking towards the bedroom door. She stopped when he called out to her.

"Violet?" Violet turned around. "Why did you name her Julia?"

She smiled. "Because it means forever young, like you."