I rewatched Coven for the millionth time this year, and I did not feel any closure or feel complete at all after watching AGAIN. I'm sad about it all, but, back with another update! You know the drill! Enjoy! Also, happy new year to all and may it be full of happiness and prosperity! Thank you for your support!
Chapter 11: Supreme: Definition; glowing and radiant
May 15, 2014
"Everything seems to be fine, but your blood pressure is high. Last appointment it was high as well." Fiona nervously rubbed the back of her neck as she looked down at the floor. Fiona had been smoking cigarettes way more than she had intended to within the last two weeks. Supreme, she may have been, but she couldn't argue the facts with her doctor. Cordelia's expression of optimism turned sour. "Fiona, if this high blood pressure continues through to our next appointment, I'm going to have to prescribe you a medication to lower your bp. Please, try and relieve any stresses you've been having lately. It'll be better for you and the baby. So, are you ready for the ultrasound?"
"I have a concern, actually, doctor." Fiona tried to discuss any abnormality in her health with her doctor, because left to her devices, she'd normally brush it off, but this was Cordelia's baby at stake, so she made it a habit to actually pay attention to her body and it's state of being.
"Well that's what I'm here for. What is your concern?"
"Lately, I've been having nosebleeds. Could that mean the, cancer, is back?" It was one morning she had gotten out of the shower, wrapping her hair with her towel, looking in the mirror she saw a crimson line spilling from her nose. Panic filled Fiona as she tilted her head back, one fear being the cancer was back, and that fear leading to the next, that if the cancer was back, she had lost the baby.
"Well, actually, nosebleeds during your pregnancy aren't uncommon. It's actually called rhinitis of pregnancy. It's very normal, so as far as I'm concerned, you're fine, but if you want to check in with your oncologist, I wouldn't suggest for you not to get checked out. Does that address your concern?"
"Yes, thank you." Fiona was relieved to hear that from the doctor, but made a mental note to make an appointment with her oncologist.
"Ready for the ultrasound now?"
"We definitely are." Cordelia smiled at the OBGYN. The doctor prepared the machine and Fiona for the ultrasound. Anxiously, Cordelia stood by her mother as she waited to see the picture of her upcoming bundle of joy. Fiona on the other hand, cringed as the cold gel met with her much warmer skin and the cold wand moved around her abdomen. The OBGYN stopped at a place on Fiona's stomach and pointed at the screen.
"That's your baby's heartbeat, and there's your baby." Cordelia grabbed her mother's hand, to which Fiona whipped her head around to see her daughter biting her lip and staring at the screen. The doctor smiled at her patients. She knew the mother and daughter's situation, and was touched by the closeness the pair seemed to show her. Fiona tried blocking out the steady heartbeat of her baby, or it would just beat in her ears till she got home. After the day she bought the pink blanket, Fiona avoided creating anymore bonds with the baby than she possibly could. It was the main reason she refused to do Lamaze, she wanted the best for her baby but getting too close for comfort was something Fiona strayed away from at all costs. "Would you like to know the sex of the baby?"
"You can tell that now?" Cordelia was fascinated with the thought of knowing what baby she'd be holding in her arms.
"Yep."
"Mother?"
"Delia, you can make that decision. This is your baby." Fiona squeezed her daughter's hand, letting her know it was ok to make decisions regarding her journey to motherhood.
"I think, we can wait. As long as I know this baby is healthy, I'm happy whether it be a boy or a girl."
"A surprise it is then."
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March 2014
Fiona was used to feeling like death every morning since the cancer manifested into her body, and this morning was no different. She dragged herself out of bed by her feet and had the overwhelming urge to heave, which she wound up doing, as she did every morning, tired and dying. She had to ask herself a different question that morning though. Was it the cancer, and it's treatments, or was it morning sickness? Fiona flushed the dread of morning down the toilet and refused to look in the mirror as she washed her hands, but something was urging her to look up, if even for a moment. She thought maybe it was the devil taunting her. Mocking her, for her ugliness. Fiona was tired of fighting and gave in anyway. When she looked up at the reflective glass, what stared back at her shook her to her core. Never would she have guessed that even pregnancy would be able to restore her to her former beauty. She thought maybe she was seeing things. That Cordelia put something in the water or that she enchanted the mirrors. This didn't feel real to her.
Fiona knew that getting pregnant would guarantee her a few more months of life, but not strip away the ugliness the cancer pumped into her. 'This has to be legendary' Fiona thought. The power inside her not only overwhelmed her; it scared her.
That day, Fiona made an appointment with her oncologist, and went in hearing results that baffled the doctors themselves. To them it seemed that her pregnancy was the cure-all for the cancer that ravaged her so badly. It was the only conclusion that had made sense to Fiona as well. Her pregnancy was a restorative that gave her back her health, and her looks. She was a supreme being in the full, once again. Glowing, and radiant. She gave new meaning to the phrase "pregnancy glow".
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"Fiona!" Fiona was removed from her memory upon hearing her daughter's voice. "Were you even listening to anything I was just saying?" Cordelia angrily gripped the steering wheel in front of her, turning her head at her mother.
"Sorry, I was just lost in thought." Fiona answered her honestly, resting her hand on the nearly invisible bump that would eventually protrude from her abdomen.
"Or were you just trying to drown me out? I'm seriously going to take all of the cigarettes out of the house. Smoking, again? I do not want you to ruin my child's life before they are even born." Fiona rolled her eyes at her overdramatic daughter.
"You heard the doctor yourself, the baby is fine."
"For now."
"Fine. I know shouldn't be smoking, but, I never meant for it to get this bad during the pregnancy. Too bad I can't spark one up while I'm in labor. I know that I'm definitely going to need it." Cordelia allowed a small giggle to escape her lips, mainly because she knew that statement to be true, something Fiona didn't find too funny. "I'm not even joking, the last time I gave birth was 33 years ago and it wasn't a cakewalk then either. I blew the power out of two whole floors in that hospital. You've always been difficult, Delia." Fiona smiled at her daughter. She felt an overwhelming amount of love in that moment, more than she had felt in years when it came to Cordelia. "I don't even want to imagine what it's going to be like going into labor, let alone giving birth." Fiona shut her eyes tightly. The thought of childbirth was painful in itself. Cordelia, openly laughed at her mother.
"Oh, I wonder where I got my overdramaticness from?" Cordelia posed her sarcastic question to Fiona.
"I am, absolutely not being dramatic. Ask any woman who has ever given birth. You are so lucky you're not having this baby, you are overdramatic and I don't think you could handle being in my position."
"I don't think I could either, that's why I gave you the job." Cordelia turned to her mother and smiled, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, and the other atop her mother's which lay on her miniscule baby bump. Indeed that day, Fiona was a glowing, radiant supreme.
Ahhh! Sorry it's been so long since I've updated, but I did update a few of my other ahs stories and one for my soap, gh, so lots of progress, but even more headed into 2018! Thank you for your support! Feedback is always appreciated!
