The Harmon family stood around the living room, they still held hostility towards Tate but Lily had smoothed most of it over. Tate stood in front of the fire place while Violet bounced Lily on her knees and playing with her little brother, Ben, Vivian and Moira all stood listening to Tate. "Now tomorrow when Constance comes over she'll be bringing Michael and food, for Lily's sake I'll be enjoying lunch with the cocksucker and demon spawn."
"Tate language, while their up. I don't want Lily's first word to be your favourite to describe your mother, regardless of how accurate it is." Violet snapped at him.
"Fine my mother and the demon spawn, in this time I will play the perfect son and lead them to this room where we will set up and play happy family for ten minutes or so, before cue Moira you come in and have one of the catty exchanges that you and my mother are used to. While this is going on Vivian will sneak in and try to 'abduct' Michael. I'll make some commotion, before Ben appears backing Vivian up, then you'll pretend to send me away before grabbing Michael and making your way to the kitchen. While you both have Constance distracted Moira, Violet and I will hopefully have secured enough food to last until Halloween, effectively making it unneeded to ever involve my mother again. After that point I will rush in the hero sending Mrs and Mr Harmon away before ushering my mother and Michael off of the property, for their own safety. Before doing a theatrical interpretation of a lonely boy lost his mother and only child. Any questions?" Tate looked around the room. "No, all good then."
The next day everyone was in position, Violet was up stairs ready to swoop in when the time came, Tate was in the living room ready, Moira was just out in the kitchen and the Harmon's were hiding in the shadows ready to strike. The doorbell rang and Tate was at the door in seconds opening it, there stood Constance in her usual demeanour a timid toddler standing at her side clutching the edges of her skirt. Tate squatted down so he was at eye level with the small boy. "Hi, I'm Tate." He introduced himself in that friendly voice everyone uses with kids, his hand outstretched, suddenly Michael took his hand and bit it. "You little fuc..." Tate paused. "Fun little ray of sunshine you." He said thinking of the first kiddie thing he could.
"I'm sorry but he does that sometimes around new people. May we come in?"
"Yes of course." Tate led them into the living room and helped set out everything, his eyes almost popping out of his head when he saw the spread Lily would be more then set until Halloween, it was nearly two months away. "So Tate I think the two of you should be formally introduced, this is Michael my grandson and your son." She said gesturing to the little monster next to her, he didn't resemble Tate much he had his hair but not much else, it was weird to think that he was both Violet's and Lily's brother, he wasn't like Lily she was sweet, there was just something off about this one he could feel it.
Moira entered as planned. "You bitch!" She accused Constance.
"What did I do?"
"You know what you did, you're reason I'm stuck in this house. You could never face the fact that you were second to me, that you're precious Hugo would rather fuck me then his stupid wife. That he loved me; it made you so jealous, that you shot me."
"He never loved you, you were a stupid whore." She looked down at Michael his eyes watching them eagerly. "Maybe we should have this conversation somewhere else, away from the child." Moira nodded and started towards the kitchen. "Michael, you stay here and play with Tate, okay you boys have fun, I'll be back in a second." Constance followed Moira; they could hear slight yelling from the kitchen.
Tate watched the child in front of him and the child stared right back, his eyes tracking Tate's every move like a vulture waiting for something to die. Then Vivian and Ben appeared, Tate switched to the script they had practiced. "No Vivian you can't have him he's not yours."
"I died for that child, he's mine." Vivian picked Michael up, who began to cry.
"Mr Harmon talk to her." Tate pleaded.
"No Tate." Ben stepped forward, fist at the ready, just as Constance burst in.
"No!" She screamed.
Suddenly Vivian burst into action, "Croatoan!" She screamed as Tate vanished from Constance's sight. Vivian and Ben made their way outside.
Tate reappeared as Violet came down the stairs carrying their beautiful daughter, they picked up and carried everything that was good and preservable. Soon everything was cleared and hidden. Tate placed a light kiss on Violet's lips before saying. "It's show time." Tate headed outside while Violet went up the stairs.
Tate burst out into the yard to find an angry Constance yelling at the Harmon's to give her back her grandson. "That's it, give Michael back." Tate commanded.
"Why should we?" Vivian screamed back at him.
"Because, CROATOAN!" He yelled, suddenly the Harmon's disappeared from sight. Tate picked up Constance and tried to usher back through the house.
Violet was waiting up the stairs when suddenly Nora appeared behind her, "That's a pretty baby you've got there, I always wanted a girl." She said half deranged as she lunged at Violet. Violet ran down the stairs before yelling. "Go away!" Nora disappeared; she thought she was safe until she saw Constance's blue eyes wide and staring at the baby in her arms.