A/N: so sorry I haven't updated in so long. Recently lost a family member dear to me. So it has been difficult to return to writing. But I assure you I am back! Thank you all for following along with my story. It has come a far way and I am excited for future chapters. If any of you have baby name ideas I'd love to know. Just shoot me a PM. I will credit if I choose. Thank you for the reviews as well. I am grateful! Enjoy!
Violet stared at the old fashioned home in front of her. It was lavished with lilacs and multicolored tulips. On her porch sat a rather large white cat that lazily stretched under the shade; hiding from California's sunshine. The house reminded her of egg yolks with how yellow it was, trimmed with white. The large windows were tinted and lavender colored curtains blocked her view of the inside. It looked out of place in a neighborhood like this.
"So. This is it?"
Violet spoke, Constance chuckled and turned around to look at the confused girl. Tapping her cigarette onto the passenger seat missing the ashtray in the cup holder.
"What did you expect? A dungeon? A secretive spot in the woods with a cauldron?" She smirked, her smudged lips wrapped around the cigarette for one last puff before she rammed it into the ashtray, making it this time.
Tate turned to Violet and smiled sweetly.
"Are you still nervous?" He cocked his head to the side trying to catch a flaw in her words.
"Yes…and no. What do you think it'll look like?"
Violet suddenly thought of a baby with hooves, split tongue and horns. Her skin crawled. It sure felt like a demon was inside of her.
"I don't know-" Tate was cut of by a crude chuckle by who else but his mother.
"You won't know what it looks like until it's born. Hell, Addy looked like a shitty finger painting in her ultrasounds.." Constance sighed in half sorrow and delight in her rather off joke. "But she was beautiful."
There was a brief moment of silence before Constance unlocked the door.
Constance stomped up the stairs in an attempt to look classier than she really was. Tate went ahead and Violet tugged along behind him.
Constance knocked on the door and rang the bell. Tapping her right foot against the wood. The white cat from earlier meowed angrily and ran from Violet when she kneeled to pet him. She had somehow forgotten she was dead and that most animals hated her. Aside from the black cats that reside around Murder House.
The three paused as the sound of heels trailed to the front door and the knob turned, revealing the witch from before but with platinum blonde hair and an extreme push up bra.
"Hello! Thank you for coming a bit early." Her southern accent brought warmth to Violet, something about it made her feel safe. It was the equivalent to a fresh baked apple pie or the chicken soup from your childhood.
Constance practically let herself in, Tate on the other hand waited for Violet; She knew he was just as nervous as she was.
The living room was decorated brightly. Couches with lacy throw pillows and family photos. It looked straight out of a at home decorating magazine. It smelt of apples and cinnamon. You wouldn't think this woman was a witch. Violet wanted to second guess herself but didn't, especially when she got into the basement or well…office.
"Come, watch your step sweetheart. Don't want you tripping down these steps." LeeAnn led them to a door that was padlocked. She opened the door to reveal a hospital bed, a sonogram machine and medical equipment that sat in the corner, a 7 foot bookcase and a lab table full of cylinders and boiling pots.
"Don't mind that. It's just my spell station." She explained when she noticed Tate's worried expression. "That has nothing to do today's appointment." Her long nails tapped against the hospital bed as she beckoned Violet to take a seat.
"I'm going to need you to lay down and pull up your shirt. I don't have any gowns at the moment so we'll have to make with what we got. Can you dim the lights?" She asked Tate who awkwardly turned the switch down to her liking.
"Thank you. If you want, you can stand next to Violet, or sit with your mother." LeeAnn jimmied her way into the large white coat and reached for the blue latex gloves next to her.
"Go with her. You're the father." Constance sat by the bed and waved Tate to Violet, not that he needed to be told to be with her. Tate stood by her side and grabbed her hand as LeeAnn squirted a quite cold gel onto Violets abdomen, emitting a gasp from the young girl, Tate annoyingly stared at the witch who chuckled.
"Sorry sweetie. I forgot to tell you how cold it is."
"It's fine. I'm just ready to finally see him or her..." Violet bit her lip slightly as the tool ran over her lower stomach, a buzzing sound and white noise appeared, along with a loud thudding heart beat.
Violet got that familiar sinking in her stomach when she heard this, her eyes lingered over the screen. Tate furrowed his brows as the rather grown fetus appeared on the screen, it was facing away from them.
"Hold on…let's see if we can get his or her face.." Violet stared in amazement as the life inside of her was right in front of her eyes. The baby suddenly turned over and struggled to stretch it's arm out. It looked as if something else was blocking it from doing so.
Violet leaned her head up as she noticed this and stared at the doctor. "What's going on? What is that?"
"My god…" LeeAnn pressed the tool harder against her stomach.
"What!" Violet raised her voice, as well as trying to make out what LeeAnn was going on about. Her mouth hung open when she began to realize what was going on.
Tate's eyes were glued to the screen as well and his eyes widened as another baby's head came into view from the end of the first baby's feet.
Constance gasped and stood beside Tate to get a better look. "Is that another one? She's having Twins?!"
"Calm down. Just because they aren't born yet doesn't mean they can't hear you." LeeAnn hushed Constance who gave a rather offended glare.
Violet felt her head spinning. Twins? Two babies? She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't.
"Are you sure?" Violet stared at the screen, the first baby was grabbing at it's feet as the other one tried grabbing the other's foot as well.
"Does that answer your question? Yes you are. And your due date is much sooner than I thought. It looks like you have maybe three months left till they're here."
Constance fell back into her seat.
"That's impossible." Tate cut in, picking an argument with her.
"Oh? So a ghost impregnating another is? Listen, I know what I'm talking about. Now, let's see if we can find out if we have two boys, two girls or a set of both…."
Tate watched as she zoomed in on the babies private areas. It was strange to watch, since he had no clue as to what he was looking at.
After a few minutes of weird angles and foot tapping, LeeAnn zapped her index finger, her nail the pointer, to a spot that Tate nor Violet knew was.
"Well, baby A, is a boy. I don't know about B, must be shy."
Violet stared at the screen, her son was now facing the camera head on, she felt as if he was staring at her, but of course that wasn't possible.
After a few photos and terrible jokes on LeeAnn's part, it was over. Violet, Tate and his mother now sat in the living room, facing the witch doctor who held her fat pet who glared at Violet as if she were ghost. Oh the irony.
"So, it looks like you're having identical twins. Most likely baby B will be a boy as well, but who knows in your case. I will prescribe some special herbs that will further help these babies grow."
"How far along are the babies? They looked almost full grown.." Tate asked, still in complete shock.
"They'll be here probably before the three months. In that time your tummy will balloon. I'm surprised it hasn't yet.."
Violet felt a flutter and she mentally smiled. She was having twins. She had only planned for one. But two? How was that going to work? She'd never have alone time ever again...as if that'd be a bad thing.
LeeAnn handed Violet her ultrasounds and another bag of medicine, they scheduled another ultrasound date and Violet thanked her, before she left along with Tate and Constance, LeeAnn stopped her in her tracks.
"You are very strong. Young. Beautiful. Be careful."
Violet stared at her with confusion. "What do you mean?" Her large eyes narrowed at the woman in front of her.
LeeAnn sighed and lowered her voice.
"Tate... he's..a dangerous soul. Your babies…they can bring such pain to this world being apart of that kind of danger. I'm worried for not only you and them, but humanity."
She had tears in her eyes now and Violet's cold veins began to simmer.
"You don't know him. He'd never hurt our kids. You hear that? Ours. How could my babies be dangerous to the world?" Violet felt the scratching urge to slap this woman.
"I hope you are right. But the devil is always a charmer."
"What is that-"
"Vi? What's taking so long?" Tate emerged from behind the stairs. LeeAnn hid the fear in her eyes by faking a huge smile on her face.
"Oh nothing. Just talking about the due date. That's all. Y'all run along. I'll see you next month."
And with that, they were on their way back home. Or well, prison. Constance stopped by and gifted Tate's infant clothes and toys, even some old books.
"I'll take them in with you. I haven't been inside that house in ages." Constance swooned, taking a bag full of clothes, toys and books jumbled into one, with her right hand as she made her way back into Murder House.
It was quiet except for Violet and Tate and they knew why. Almost everyone in the house hated Constance. She knew that, she just didn't care.
"Now where is everyone?" Constance tapped her worn out heels against the cursed floorboards, each creak and snap of the wood caused the souls to burrow deeper into their hiding spots; like small children huddling in crawl spaces while playing hide and seek. But there was always that one kid who blew it for everyone.
"Hello, Constance." Vivian appeared outside of her bedroom, Violet could hear the two upstairs awkwardly "catch up".
Violet plopped onto her bed, her arms crossed and her eyes lowered. She was overwhelmed with the idea of twins…but she was also biting her lip at what LeeAnn said.
The devil is a charmer. Those words echoed in her mind all the way back to murder house, worst of all; she wasn't sure if Tate heard it all. How long was he there? He had both an amazing and annoying talent of eavesdropping.
Tate sat by her and placed a hand on her knee and gripped it.
"Don't be scared. I'm here." He leaned in to kiss her soft cheek, which turned into a sweet kiss, Violet shut her eyes; kisses like this weren't too often. Especially from Tate. He either kissed her with agony or lust. But, there were in betweens; like this, where he kissed her and she could taste the love pouring out of him and into her very soul.
Violet's mind tumbled back to their first kiss, it made her entire body light up, his lips were the match that she needed. He awoke her sexuality.
Before him she never really thought of sex, sure she had her moments like any other human being, but she never was the one to go out and search for it. It didn't help that she never had a boyfriend, nor a guy she liked. All of her old girl friends had sex, but they always got their heartbroken or they turned into shells of themselves which must have been the same thing. But that wasn't the reason she didn't want sex, not because she was waiting for marriage or to be out of college; or afraid of getting her heart broken. She just wasn't that into it. Until Tate.
He was gorgeous. His shaggy blonde hair that never stayed in place, eyes that pinned you against the wall and a mouth that wouldn't stop. She felt as if a spell was cast onto her.
"Tate. I told you, if you mention my daughter in any sexual, devious, manner. I will be forced to call your mother and assign you somewhere else. You understand me?"
Tate rolled his eyes and snickered at the already upset doctor.
"What can I say? She's perfect. I like to think of tight she is and how wet her mouth will feel against my dick."
Ben sighed and rubbed his forehead. Anger, discomfort, embarrassment wore heavily on his face.
"Times up. Next time I hear anything like that I will discontinue our meetings. Got it?" Ben practically hissed at the devilish teen whose right brow raised ever so slightly. A hint of a smirk crossed his cursed mouth.
"She's not a little girl anymore. She can make her own decisions." Tate said before he left, slamming the door behind him before Ben could process an answer. Ben hit 'end' on his recorder and shook his head; now he had to worry about Tate not only hurting himself and classmates; but god forbid get Violet in the mix.
Violet had overheard the entire conversation and felt herself strangely become turned on by Tate's words. She found herself imagining the scenarios in her mind before she went to bed; she'd often dream of kissing him. She was slowly but surely falling for him.
She can recall the first time they began messing around. Between her fathers runs and her mother's appointments; the two had quite a bit of time to live out their unspoken fantasies.
"Tate.." she whispered, she was supposed to be studying for a test about dead poets and Tate was a Wikipedia for all things poetry. But, one thing led to another. As it always does.
"Don't be shy. Just be quiet. Moira is cleaning the halls. I saw her." Tate pressed his palm against her mouth. Her eyes bore into his; she nodded slowly and he pulled away, she watched; waiting for the next action. The sounds of her heavy breathing echoed throughout her room.
He pulled down her panties, smiling at the tiny black skulls that weaved the fabric. Violet rolled her eyes at him; but her stomach was catching butterflies as her most precious area was revealed. She watched as his eyes caught hers before he pulled off his thick wooly sweater and pulled her by the waist so her legs were dangling off the bed; he leaned down onto his knees; hitting the hard ground, he wrapped his arms around her legs so she wouldn't kick so much. And she was, especially with what he was about to do.
Violet made an attempt to cover herself with her shirt but to no avail, Tate kissed her inner thighs; his breath tickled her skin, causing goosebumps and chills to race up and down her spine. She watched in anticipation as he knowingly teased her, she opened her mouth to complain but instead she cried.
He ran his tongue over her most sensitive areas, he gently sucked at her clit which caused her toes to curl into themselves, Violet's hands reached for his blonde locks, she pressed herself closer to his tongue, he used the tip of it to create figure eight motions, he unraveled his right arm and began to run to hand over her body, he grabbed at her breast and tugged at her erect nipples, which were pink and swollen from his fingers.
"T-Tate.." she whimpered as she weakly sat up on her elbows to watch him once more, his eyes met her once again; a smile crept upon his lips as he ran his tongue over her clit again emitting a gasp from her, but that wasn't enough; he wanted her to be choking on her words.
Tate placed his middle finger inside of her slowly, watching her face for a reaction; last time he tried this she complained. Tate let out a soft moan at how tight she was around his single finger. With how wet she was he was able to slide it in completely with ease.
Violet's eyes shot open, she expected pain but was met with unexplainable pleasure, she bucked her hips against the finger inside of her; Tate laughed at the sight in front of him. He's never seen her so desperate for something, but he was pleased. He leaned in to lick between her folds; Violet's breath hitched, she didn't want to scream no matter how hard it was not too.
"Does that feel good?" He mimicked her moans and chuckled when she nodded, he thrust his finger inside of her, swirling it around and holding back a moan as she grabbed his hand and pushed it against her even more, grinding herself against it. He took his left hand which began to cramp from holding her leg down and ran his palm over himself, he was undoubtedly hard, harder than he ever has been. He wanted to get off at the sight of Violet like this. But he decided on something else. One of his favorite fantasies.
Tate pulled away his hand causing Violet to groan in dismay, her brows furrowed and her eyes were mean and that familiar pout that she wore so well.
Tate had beads of sweat rolling down his face, his usual pale complexion consisted of red now.
"Why did you stop?" She asked, as he stood; knees sore from the flooring. "Tate?"
Violet noticed how hard he was as he leaned back onto her, his lips found hers and she wanted to gag as she tasted herself on him.
Tate undid his jeans and let Violet do the rest, he rested against the headboard of her bed. Watching her pull his boxers down. Her hands were shaking and her heart was about to implode.
She was taken aback by the sight, he was much bigger than she thought. He always made stupid jokes about size, but she never put any thought into it being true.
Violet knew what he wanted and though this was her first time, she was ready to anything; she was slightly surprised at how wet she got from the thought of what she was about to do.
She pulled her hair to the side and leaned in, going with instincts.
She slid her tongue over the head and slowly took half of him inside of her mouth, Tate fought the urge to take her by the hair and fuck her mouth; he loved her and knew she wasn't ready for that. Nonetheless her mouth felt incredible wrapped around him.
Violet got the hang of it after a few trial and errors. She bobbed her head up and down, trails of her saliva hung from her mouth as she pulled away to catch a breath.
Tate pulled her beside him, and their lips crashed together; he pulled away to kiss her neck and lips sweetly, he could tell how badly she wanted to finish. This was as far as they've gotten and he was surprised at how willing she was.
He ran his left hand between her inner thighs; emitting soft murmurs from her swollen lips. Her eyes never left his, Tate ran his index and middle finger between her sensitive folds.
"Mmh.." her head full further back into the pillow behind her. Tate slowly inserted the two, excited moans spilled off her tongue. He thrust his fingers inside of her, using circular motions. Violet arched her back and Tate pressed his mouth against hers so she wouldn't blow his cover.
Violet looked back on how she should have known he was dead. He always appeared at the strangest moments. From the horrible break in, to when she was all alone.
"I can't believe we're going to have to deal with two babies. I don't know how that's going to work."
Violet chewed her already bitten nails.
"It won't be so bad. One for you and one for me."
"Have you ever held a baby? Let alone taken care of one?"
"I used to babysit for some old neighbors, they had a newborn who always slept and a little asshole who was seven."
Violet furrowed her brows in shock and turned to face him. Her silky hair fell forward as she spoke.
"You babysat? I thought you worked at an old record store?"
"I babysat on the weekends from time to time. Until I found out Constance was screwing around with the husband. Decided to cut ties then."
"Wow. Your mom gets around."
"I don't know what it is about her. But married guys like it."
Violet chuckled and rested her head on his shoulder.
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"We'll have to build a nursery. I think we still have a large crib that could fit the twins."
Vivian gushed. Moira poured some tea for the two and herself.
"This is what you wanted to talk about in private? What about dad?"
Vivian sipped the searing tea and shook her head.
"Oh no, let's not mention your father. He's out of the picture. I want to talk about the babies."
"How do you know about me having twins anyway?" Violet lazily threw in a few sugar cubes into her tiny teacup.
"Constance. She told me she has a friend whose a special doctor and that she can tell by heartbeat or something." Vivian recalled the bullshit lie Constance told her. Violet was impressed, Vivian believed it.
Tate was upstairs in Violet's- well at this point their room; going over the contents in the bag that Constance gave them. The articles of clothing reeked of cigarettes.
There were clothing from newborn to three years old. Tate came across an old stuffed lion that was riddled with dust and old stains. He can remember how much he loved that toy and how much joy it brought to him; so much so that He messily wrote his name on the bottom of the toy.
Tate thought of his childhood and how this house has always, been his home. This place has seen his birth and his death. He was destined to be there the moment he entered the home.
Tate placed the stuffed animals along Violet's headboard and then resorted to her laptop. He sat crisscross on the rug below the bed & sat the heated computer in front of him. Tate wouldn't call himself an expert but he didn't need help finding things on his own.
His favorite getaway website was YouTube. Mostly because it was the only site he's been on. But tonight he decided to search up on children and how to prepare yourself.
/
"I see you haven't done what I told you."
Ben turned to the shadow behind him with tears in his eyes. His hands covered his ears as he shouted.
"Leave me alone!" Ben slammed his palms against his head, falling to his knees. "Please…I don't want to hurt her."
"I don't want to hurt her. I want what's inside of her."
Ben began to cry out, though no one could help nor hear him. "I…won't..let you."
"You can't stop me."
/
Violet blew the suds out of her palms, aiming Tate in the eyes; she gasped and laughed, leaning in to kiss him not minding the wave of soapy hot water cascading onto the tiled floor.
"Come here." Tate motioned Violet to turn around and sit between his legs, she did so her back rested against his warm chest; he pulled her hair out of her face, leaving kisses on her cheeks and shoulders. His hands ran over her arms, running lower until he reached her thighs; he listened for any conflict, amusement washed over him when Violet opened herself to him.
She leaned her head back onto his shoulder; her soft brown hair stuck to his skin like glue, Tate leaned in to kiss her pouty lips and slowly began to trail his fingers achingly close to her most sensitive area. Violet's eyes were on him, she only closed them when he ran his finger over her sensitive spot; a soft moan escaped her the vibration of her cries of pleasure against his lips caused a spark inside of him.
He began with two fingers, she was a bit reluctant at first since she was worried her mother would hear; but succumbed to him despite her fears.
Tate never got tired of this, he loved every inch of her body and loved pleasing it just as much.
Violet grabbed ahold of the slippery sides of the tub, her back arched slightly as she came.
Her mouth hung open releasing silent moans.
Tate chuckled when Violet relaxed herself, her eyes rolled back into her head as she huffed for air. She turned to her right to look him in the eyes.
"You're such a pervert."
"And you?" Tate jumped when violet splashed water in his face leaving his head soaked.
"Does that answer your question?" Violet maneuvered herself so she was facing him now, she smiled at him sweetly when he gave her an annoyed glance.
"So, have you thought of any names? For a boy?" Tate asked while running his hands through his drenched hair.
Violet pulled her knees to her chest, her eyes focused on the sudsy water surrounding the two; searching for an answer.
"Not really. I like the name Luke."
Tate shook his head in distaste, straightening his lips.
"Okay. What names do you like?"
"I haven't looked much. I never thought I'd have a kid."
Violet's demeanor changed from playful to gloom. The look on Tate's face pulled a dead heart string.
"Neither did I." Violet was still in shock she had not only one but two babies.
"Do you wanna go outside?" Tate took ahold of her hands.
"Why would I wanna go outside? It's late."
"It's supposed to storm."
"That's not making your offer any more appealing Tate."
"Have you ever laid under a storm? The sky looks angry. It's fun. It's different. We can lay under the gazebo and listen to the thunder." He shot his dimples at her knowing it made her weak.
Violet pondered and decided to go along.
Tate got out first and it was always hard not to look at the wounds on his body. They were scarred which was odd. There was one dead set on his heart and that made her skin crawl. Other than that he was a model of perfect as Constance always gushed about…
Violet let the water drain and Tate helped her out as if she were helpless, but she knew he was just looking out for the babies and she appreciated that.
The two decided to change into warmer clothing for the occasion.
"Here. I have so many sweaters." Tate handed Violet an old sweater he got for his birthday ages ago.
"I've never seen this one. Why don't you wear it?"
Tate shrugged. "I don't know. It's too warm."
Violet layered it with a tank top underneath and a pair of thick leggings, she reached for her shoes when Tate stopped her.
"It's always better barefoot."
She smiled widely, her perfect teeth gleaming in the dim room; Tate couldn't help but do the same back. She was so goddamn glorious.
The two tiptoed down the stairs. Violet was extra careful in fears of Ben and Tate sensed it.
"I won't let him hurt you or the kids. Don't you worry." He stopped in his tracks and turned to her. "Hold my hand Vi."
As she did and once they hit ground level they quietly sprinted outside, hiding their giggles like small children up past curfew; carefully closing the door behind them.
"Tate? It's not storming.." Violet hopped down the stairs of the entryway and glanced back at him.
"Listen."
A loud crackle paired with white light startled Violet and she yelped. Tate laughed and ran after her.
"I told you." And in that moment, as if on queue, rain began to pour heavily from the sky.
"Shit!" Violet yelled, laughing her gaze followed the ripples in the clouds, grays, purples and blue shook the usual peaceful night sky.
"Cmon!" Tate grabbed her hand and they made a run for it towards the gazebo, Violet winced at the cold and wet grass engulfing her feet, she looked up at their destination and oddly enough there were two large blankets placed underneath with something else on top that Violet couldn't make out. When she finally got close enough she realized there were three black roses, that were messily painted.
Once they were under their sanctuary she spoke.
"Tate…did you plan this?"
Tate bent down to get the flowers and handed them to her.
"I know we can't go on a lot of dates. Even with that magic crap…I wanted to show you that we can still have fun. Even if we're stuck here forever."
"Tate…thank you. I love these."
"I love you, Vi. I'll always love you."
Violet could see the truth behind those words as he spoke them. He held out his hand and as always; she took it. The two lay down and wrapped themselves in the suede blanket.
Another roar from above stirred the earth. It was as if the sky was alive and speaking to humanity.
The rain slammed on top of the gazebo, though Violet couldn't see the sky, she knew what Tate was talking about; it was if the sky was angry. The sound of thunder surrounded them.
Then it was silent, just a stream of rain again.
"I love you too. Tate. I want you to know that, whatever happens with these babies. That I love you."
Tate turned to her, taking in her soft milky skin and her damp hair and rosy lips.
"I'm here Violet. Nothing will ever hurt you or them." Tate promised, pulling her in.
At some point the sky became clear again and Tate woke Violet to go back inside of the house. They decided to take advantage of being ghosts and reappeared back into Violet's room.
They were equally exhausted and fell asleep. Tate dreamt for the first time in forever that night.
He dreamt of two children who Violet was reading too. They giggled and within a split second they began to cry and Violet disappeared; now the children were being captured by a dark force.
Tate screamed for Violet and for the two children he couldn't move, he was paralyzed; he began to cry and that was it. He woke with a sweat and tears in his eyes.
He turned to his side to find Violet wasn't there.
"Fuck." Tate tore off the blanket and for a second focused on Violet's energy, so he can find her.
He reappeared in the living room and heard rustling in the kitchen.
"Vi? Violet are you in here?" Tate rushed in and sighed with relief when he found her standing at the dining table eating from Moira's cookie jar.
"What?"
"I thought you were hurt." Tate circled the table and pulled her in for a hug. "Next time wake me up.."
"I'm sorry. I tried to wake you up but you were out of it. Besides Chad is on watch for me. Or he was. He's always down here late at night."
"I don't care. I want to be here. With your dad the way he is." Tate warned, he also noticed the half empty jar.
"Wow..won't Moira be mad?"
"I don't think so. I think my cravings have started." She explained. "I woke up and wanted nothing else but cookies. Thank god we had some or I would have gone mad."
Tate chuckled and helped her back to bed, making sure she was there with him all night. God knows he can't live or well, go on, without her.