Author's Note: This is a sequel to Nunethical; it can be read as a continuation of Nunethical, or as a separate entity. I decided to somewhat incorporate the ideas I had and write this, hopefully it'll live up to its predecessor. Set several years after Briarcliff was run into administration by the State of Massachusetts; Timothy has left the Church, Eunice had already renounced. I also need to give thanks to Anissa for helping with a bunch of things during my writing!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and the FX network.
"Timothy...th-there's something we need to talk about..." she moistened her lips before breaking eye contact and glancing to the floor.
Timothy chuckled softly and nodded, holding up his hands in surrender and he spoke up, "I know, I've gotten into the habit of calling her Maggie, and I know you hate it, but I can assure you, I will n-"
"No, that's not what I want to talk to you about..." she responded, her tone quiet, suspect.
Looking now to Mary Eunice, Timothy raised his brows, "Is there something wrong?"
Wincing, Mary Eunice glanced up at Timothy for the first time since she had broken their eye contact. She swallowed slightly and cleared her throat, "That all depends on how you look at it..."
"Are you in trouble? Do you need money?"
"No, I-" she turned away and sighed, using her fingers to massage her temples, "I-I...another. There's going to be another."
"Another...?"
Glancing over her shoulder, Mary looked to him, "Another child, Timothy."
"You're sure? How do you know, Mary?" he asked her, stepping closer to her, ready to embrace her should she need it.
"I, uhm...I stopped by the Doctor's office last Saturday. Roberta was here with the children...I'd been getting these migraines and this terrible pain across my abdomen, I thought perhaps it were my appendix, I was not as lucky. The doctor examined me, did a few tests, I got the phone call around lunchtime, today." Mary nodded and glanced to him, "I've been invited for a sonograph, to determine how long it's been since the baby was conceived...Dr. Appleton's office just got their machine."
"Oh, Mary..." Timothy exhaled, shaking his head slightly, slumping against the wall opposite her. This news, he had not been expecting. Looking to her, he shook his head, "It's 1969, Mary...we're no longer with the Church. Hadn't you been prescribed birth control?"
Blinking at him rapidly, Mary Eunice tilted her head, "You know I don't believe in that, nor do I believe in terminating the life of a child who has done no wrong."
"I was not suggesting that you-"
"We should have stopped...after Matthew..." she sighed and shook her head before clearing her throat and leaning up as she saw Magdalene clomping down the stairs in her mother's shoes, "I don't want them to know, at least not yet." Mary stated, her tone hushed until she turned to Magdalene and smiled brightly, "What's this, sweetheart?"
"I want to do a play for daddy..." the petite blonde responded, beaming at her father, "At school, Miss Leder told us to write something that makes us happy, so I wrote this story...Lucy and I practised it in the schoolyard. But, because Lucy isn't here, I'll play both parts."
Timothy glanced to Mary Eunice, who nodded, gesturing he could stay if he wanted to before he turned his attention back to their daughter, "Of course, I'd be happy to watch my shining star giving a wonderful performance." he chuckled and scooped her up as the front door opened, it was Roberta, she came after school each day to help with dinner and bath time.
"Hi Bobbie!" Magdalene smiled and waved to the student from her father's arms.
"Ms. Leder..." Timothy nodded, acknowledging her, "I had no idea you came to help here, after school."
"Oh yes..." the girl responded, her braces forcing her "S's" into a lispy hiss, "Ever since the last few weeks of school before summer break last year. Miss McKee decided to take me on of a Saturday at first, then she really needed the help once Matthew started getting bigger."
Timothy just nodded, although her words had not been spiteful, they cut him almost in two with the guilt they inflicted upon his conscience. He carried his daughter through to the living room, finding Matthew laying on the rug, playing with the fringes until he saw his father and squealed like a stuck piglet. The mousy toddler rolled himself over and stood, rushing towards his father at breakneck pace, flinging himself into Timothy's legs, tugging at his trousers to be lifted. Instead, Timothy knelt down and placed Magdalene down before placing a kiss on the boy's forehead.
From the doorway, Mary Eunice sighed and watched the scene unfolding, "Magdalene, why don't you ask Roberta if she'd like to-"
"Bobbie! You can be in my play. You're going to be the queen, and I'm the princess. Okay?" Magdalene swiftly bargained for Roberta's talents, cutting off her mother and turning to her still squealing brother, "Matthew, please be quiet, my play is about to open and you're being very noisy."
Roberta chuckled, pushed her horn-rimmed spectacles up onto the bridge of her nose and cast a glance to Mary Eunice, who looked troubled, "Miss McKee...pardon my being so forward but, is everything okay?" she raised her brows to the blonde.
Startled from her reverie, Mary turned to Roberta and smiled casually, "Of course, I'm just exhausted. Matthew's been auditioning for the fifth member of The Beatles one would assume..." noting Roberta's confused expression, she elaborated, "He found the lids, to the pots and pans. He hasn't stopped banging them together for hours..."
"Perhaps you should rest, Miss McKee. I'm sure their father and I can keep the children under control for a few hours." Roberta assured, holding her books close to herself and smiling softly to her employer. She then gently stated, "I had no idea you were once a Sister."
"Who told you that, Roberta?" Mary Eunice asked quietly, she was not about to shoot down the messenger. This girl reminded her of how she once was before joining the convent and becoming Sister Mary Eunice. Roberta was shy, retiring, and probably the brunt of all the high school pranks that existed. She saw herself in the girl and knew she would not fare well to conflict.
"Oh, forgive me, Miss McKee, was that too forward of me?" Roberta panicked slightly, feeling her cheeks flushed, she glanced across to Timothy, "It-it was their father. He's our abstinence teacher at school." she nodded to Mary, "Ms. Hart's daughter, Meg...she asked who Magdalene was, she must have seen her being taken to Kindergarten...and well, it was discussed that you were once a nun..."
Nodding, Mary Eunice smiled, "Yes...we worked together at Briarcliff Manor. I...I think I should lay down."
"Of course, we'll wake you when dinner is ready." Roberta smiled and nodded, watching as Mary Eunice made her way to the stairs, ascending them to rest.
Mary Eunice did not take long nor find difficulty in drifting into a peaceful and much needed slumber. With a daughter in Kindergarten, with an overly active imagination, and a toddler who found sheer joy in causing such a raucous, Mary needed the rest wherever she could find it, but she did not like to leave the entire responsibility of looking after her rowdy children and fixing dinner upon Roberta. Almost instantly, Mary Eunice was out and her subconscious took over.
"Timothy, we can't, Magdalene is sleeping just upstairs..." Mary Eunice whispered as she felt Timothy's arms around her, lips peppering kisses down her neck.
"Yes, she's upstairs, we're down here." Timothy smirked against her delicate skins, his fingers moving round to her front, fumbling with the buttons there. He glanced up at her face, her head was thrown back slightly and her hands were resting on his shoulders as he back her against the counter.
"Timothy..." she breathed, feeling his hands everywhere, and feeling the counter pressing into the small of her back.
In one swift movement, Timothy lifted Mary Eunice up onto the same countertop she and Magdalene had been baking on just hours earlier. The baking had long since been abandoned but the supplied were still out. He grinned to Mary Eunice, reaching under her dress. It had been too long for both of them, he knew she had not met nor been with anybody since their triste, and he had certainly not been with anybody either. He knew she wanted the same thing he did.