A/N: sorry for the wait. I've had a lot of family issues and it's gotten in the way of my writing. I hope you all love this chapter. Thank you for reviewing! Means so much! Enjoy!

"Are you afraid of me?" Tate brushed a stray hair from his lover's cheek, watching her lips curl into a quirky grin.

"No. I'm not afraid of anything." She claimed. He knew she was lying, everyone was afraid of something or someone, but he went along with it and in return he pressed his lips to her temple and rested his chin on the top of her head. His eyes wandered off to the family photo on her nightstand.

"Are you sad that you won't grow up?" Tate felt the hitch in her breath, she leaned her head up to look him in the eyes and shrugged. "I guess not. I'll be young forever. I won't have to worry about being old and grumpy and wither away at some nursing home." She joked, but he knew deep down she wished she could go back.

Tate wrapped his arms around her, pretending not to see the tears in her eyes.

"I love you Violet. I'll be here forever if that's what you want." He murmured, kissing the tip of her nose and then her cheeks until she gave out a small childlike laugh.

"I want you to be here Tate, you're the only one who makes me feel sane." Violet explained, she looked down at her hands that were placed neatly in her lap. She cocked her head to the side before she continued. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you." She admitted. Tate could hear the pause before she said those three words that would make him feel alive again; even for a few seconds.

Tate's eyes lit up, the hair on his neck stood straight and his heart felt as if it were about to leap out of his chest. All this time he was sure she didn't love him, that she was confused or that she was just settling for him because she was stuck here forever and they had a thing before she died. But she loved him. He could cry in joy and scream until his lungs gave out.

Violet stared at him. Her cheeks were bright pink and her lips were tight, her hands played with her hair.

Tate lunged forward and attacked her lips with his. Violet's hands went up in shock and she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in closer.

Their bodies collided in passion. Violet could feel herself letting go, she knew that forever meant that she'd love Tate. No matter what, no matter how fucked up it may seem, she loved him with every ounce of her. She had given up and succumbed to him; a part of her wanted to run. And maybe she should have.

Violet looked at him from across the table, his eyes met hers and he gave an awkward smile. His hand ran through his shaggy hair. Violet reached over and took ahold of his hand.

"I'm nervous too. But we can do this." She squeezed him and watched the nervousness wash away from his face.

"Hello my darlings."

A middle aged woman with deep red hair and overdone makeup entered the room behind Billie Dean. Her heels clicked against the tile with fierce.

Constance offered the two water to which they declined and took a seat at the dining table, across from Tate and Violet.

"This is the Doctor that I was talking about." Billie smiled and looked over to the woman who couldn't keep her eyes off Tate.

Tate kept his eyes on her as well. He wasn't too trustful.

"Let's get down to business." Constance leaned in, her eyes were wild with exhaust and alcohol.

The red headed woman drummed her false nails against the table before she spoke; her long lashes bounced off her cheeks as she grinned and turned to Violet who flashed her a quick grin.

"So, how old are you?" She asked, her eyes bore into her soul, literally.

Violet swallowed the dryness in her throat. Suddenly everyone had their eyes on her. Constance huffed.

"16. But I would have been 18 by now." Violet rested her elbows on the table top. Her eyes boring into the stranger across from her.

"I see. You're so young. I'm so sorry you died at such a young age."

Violet felt a pang of frustration. What was this? A pity convention?

"Yeah. I hear that all the time. Can you help with this baby or not?" She bobbed her head to the side.

"Well I can try. But first I'd like to know more about you. All I know is your name and that you're pregnant with a potentially danger-"

Violet stood abruptly. "I don't know who you are but I didn't come here to give you my life story lady. Either help us or don't-"

"You've got quite the attitude." The woman snapped her dainty fingers together and suddenly Violet's hands were at her sides and her chair closed in on her legs, causing her to slam into the chair and be dragged even closer to the table, any closer and it would be too tight for her.

Tate and Constance stared in shock. "What the hell? What are you?" Tate circled over to her. "What the fuck is this?" He went on.

"Tate please.." Constance began but was cut off.

"No. What is this? We came for help. Not some intervention with some witch bitch." Constance gasped in embarrassment at this, while Billie Silently snickered. Violet was still comprehending what just happened.

Tate watched the woman for a reaction and a reason for why he shouldn't kill her right there. He was dead already, he didn't mind bringing another soul to the other side with him.

"Oh sit down. You don't scare me." She shooed him away and surely he went to his seat with a pout on his face.

"Now if you two would calm down and let me introduce myself. My name is Leann. I am a witch, you sir are correct. I was born with many gifts. Thank you for noticing." She took a breath before she went on "And..I am here to help you with your precious baby my dear." Leann leaned in and wrapped her cold hands over Violet's, who felt as if she were in a bad dream. 'Witches? What the hell?'.

"A witch? Like sacrifice animals and humans kind of witch?" Violet questioned, a brow raised.

Leann laughed, mocking the young girl's lack of knowledge.

"Oh no, I'm a good witch. I wouldn't hurt a living thing."

"What about a dead one? You know we're dead right." Tate stared at her through his long lashes.

"Of course I know that. Why would I be here? I wouldn't hurt either of you. This is a very rare case. A ghost becoming pregnant by another one. How odd is that?"

"Very." Tate answered.

"Well. You two are in luck, I know exactly how to help. All you have to do is come to my home once every month for a ultrasound or when you have any questions or issues. It's just like a regular doctor's appointment." Leann clapped her hands together with joy and a bright smile on her face.

"Wait, we don't even know where you live. How do we get there?" Violet questions, her head began to spin with all of the thoughts being yelled at her in her mind.

"I'll give Constance my address. I've already scheduled an appointment for you to determine how far along you are. Also, Constance will be driving you two to my home. How kind."

Violet didn't quite like how enthusiastic this woman was. But this was her only chance.

"Okay…when's the appointment?"

"This Friday. Four in the afternoon." She pulled out a small notepad out of her purse and scribbled something onto it, folded it and placed it into Violet's hand. Her dainty soft hand squeezed Violets lifeless ones.

"I will be looking forward to seeing you then my dear." She gave Violet almost a pleading stare.

"Thank you. You too.." Violet placed the paper into her pocket quickly. She had a feeling she was the only one who was supposed to read it.

Constance lit a cigarette and puffed a cloud of smoke before hurriedly asking a question Violet couldn't believe she'd forgotten.

"So. She's a pregnant ghost, what should she stay away from? This has to be different from a live woman's pregnancy." Constance's hand shook as she went on.

Leann pondered for a moment before answering.

"Well, you cannot die, well, die again. Otherwise the baby will die, and will linger within you forever, which is sad within itself, you have to stay away from anything or any entity that might want to hurt you. As for foods, well since you are pregnant you will have to eat. I know that sounds absurd for a ghost but you will be very hungry and thirsty throughout the whole pregnancy."

Violet tried to remember the last time she felt anything but nothing. She also thought about how now she has to stay even farther away from Haden.

"If you do not meet these needs you will be met with excruciating cramps, vomiting and black outs. Here, I actually brought something for that exact issue." Liliana pulled out her purse again and rummaged through it before she pulled out a prescribed pill bottle.

"Here. This will demolish any cramping or vomiting."

Violet grabbed the bottle out of her hand and read the labels.

"How long will the pregnancy be?" Constance tapped her cigarette.

"That depends on the spirit of course. Anywhere between four months to nine like a normal one. But that is more abnormal."

"When the baby is born. Will it be born dead, or alive?" Tate's question gave everyone a bad taste in their mouths.

"Yes and no. The child is still a soul, a soul that is not a attached to a body. The child will only grow to the age the parent died at, so in this case the child will stop growing between the ages of 16 to 18." She explained. Tate and Violet had a hard time wrapping their minds around it.

Leann excused herself and left along with Billie Dean Constance hurried behind to banter before returning, leaving the awkwardness to linger in the room again.

"So, Violet. I expect you two to be here at 3:30 on Friday." Constance let out the cigarette.

"Of course." Violet watched how she stared at Tate and for the first time she felt sorrow for her.

Tate glanced to the fridge where a photo of himself and Addie was.

"Where's Addie?" Tate questioned, his brows furrowed, his eyes searched the room for her belongings.

Constance gasped slightly, her eyes welled up and she cleared her throat before she could muster up the courage to answer.

Violet shut her eyes as Constance told Tate what happened. As if she were expecting a bomb.

Addie was Tate's best friend. He protected her, he would tell her countless stories of when they were younger and how he'd have to protect her from the assholes who'd look at her the wrong way or insult her. Tate would always say that he wished that Addie would grow up and live a long happy life; and that she'd get away from Constance. And Murder House.

Violet could never muster the courage to tell him she was gone. To be honest, she almost forgot about Addie, as horrendous as that sounds. She's almost forgotten everyone she met outside of Murder House. She thought it was best that he didn't know.

Tate yelled. He denied it. He roared in a way that made even the dead weep. He flipped the table with streams of tears running down his face.

"You killed her! You selfish excuse of a mother! You did this! You were tired of taking care of her! You pushed her away!" Tate screamed. Michael began to cry in his room and Constance was shaking, her back against the counter. Her mascara ran down her cheeks as she began to weep.

"Tate! Stop!"

Violet yelled. Tate paused, he'd almost forgot she was standing there. She had tears running down her face, her lips quivering. Her arms folded as she choked out the words.

"It was my fault…if I hadn't put makeup on her..if she hadn't had the idea to be a..some pretty girl on Halloween..she'd be alive. Don't blame your mother. She was trying to be a good mom. Tate, it was me."

The only sound in the room was Michael's wails for Constance who was noticeably crying now.

Tate hiccuped slightly, his lips were wet as well as his face. His brows moved as he spoke.

"You..you knew?" He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Yes. Tate I'm sorry. I thought it was easier that you didn't know." Violet jumped when Tate yelled.

"How could you not tell me? My sister's dead! Vi, she was my sister. She was already beautiful."

Constance stepped around the mess to take ahold of the distressed teen, for the first time; Tate buried his head in his mother's shoulder and cried. He held onto her for dear life as they both wept. It was a bitter sweet scene. Violet stood there, watching the two as she felt sick to her stomach. Not because of the baby, but because she was overcome with guilt.

Michael entered the room, he was crying too from all the noise. He looked up at Violet, his arms stretched out for her to pick him up.

Violet began to cry. Her eyes poured out like a faucet. She crouched down to hold the sad child who clutched onto her for comfort. Not knowing he was holding onto his sister and that Tate was his real father.

"Does it hurt? Knowing she'll never be yours?"

Haden mocked his pain. I guess it was the only way she could cope with hers.

"No. Because I know one day. One day she'll come back. She loves me." Tate watched as Violet fell asleep on the couch. How he wished he could be with her again.

"Why do you like her so much? She's so..plain! She's a bitch too." Haden hissed in Tate's ear, her breath disrupted the hair by his ear.

"I love her. I can't tell you why I do. Because I don't even know. I love her so much. I'd die for her. I'd kill for her. I'd do anything to see her smile. She's apart of me. She's all I see, all I can hear and think about. She's invaded the deepest and darkest part of me and made it light again. You wouldn't understand. You don't see her the way I do."

Tate expected Haden to laugh and roll her eyes but instead all he heard was sniffles.

"She's lucky. At least you love her."

And she was gone.

Tate watched her turn in her sleep.

"I love you Violet."