Disclaimer: I don't own AHS. But please hire me even though I stopped watching 1984 after episode 1.

A/N: Ok, I'm super glad the proposal got a good response! I kept overthinking it and putting it off but I decided to do something mega simple and it got good responses! So that's good! Phew.

Oo, also if I mess up on my dates don't hesitate to holla at yo girl. My head's like the worst right now!

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THIRTY

November

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Lana stood at the bottom of the courthouse steps, looking down at her hand. Her wedding ring shone brilliantly despite the cold and cloudy November day. It had rained that morning as they ran up the steps and into the court house like a pair of starcrossed lovers eloping despite the rest of the opposing world. She still couldn't believe that she was now married. It had all happened so quickly; Oliver had taken care of all the paperwork needed and before she knew it, she was saying the words, "I do." while looking into the eyes of the man that had saved her life.

The past few weeks of November had been but a blur of pregnancy struggles and anxiety attacks along with the company of rainy weather and unbearably cold mornings. They had received another visit from the midwife who once again settled their fears as first time parents. The struggles were normal for a first time mother and Lana would see them through.

Lana could feel the tiny foot stretching against her side. Mrs. Nora said their little pomegranate was now as long as a carrot. The fact amused Lana and she smiled at the thought of the growing child. She placed her hand on her side to settle him down and glanced up to see Oliver standing half way down the stairs, buying a newspaper from a man with a rolling cart. He looked so handsome in his charcoal gray suit and combed hair. Lana had worn a simple ivory dress that she had picked out all her own without Oliver's curious eyes. She had tried to look her best despite her growing belly but that didn't seem to matter much to either of them. It had been a simple ceremony with only a single witness the courthouse had provided; it was what they wanted seeing as they were the only ones each other had.

Nevertheless, it was all they needed.

When Oliver turned to catch her gaze down the steps, he smiled and Lana's heart fluttered. When he said, "I do." She felt as if she was the only woman in the world. She felt her cheeks grow hot and looked down to the pavement, suddenly shy.

She was no longer Lana Winters. She was Lana Thredson and that was such a peculiar thing to her. She recited the name over and over in her mind and was curious to see how it looked on paper. The fact also set Lana at ease. No one could take her away now that she was Oliver's wife. At least Briarcliff could not.

Oliver met up with her at the bottom of the steps with the paper under his arm. "So, Mrs. Thredson, how do you feel?"

There it was, out in the air and Lana liked the sound of it. She smiled from ear to ear, "Indescribable." She answered and then placed her hand upon her pregnant belly. It seemed to have grown overnight. "And hungry."

"Alright, let's get some lunch." Oliver wrapped his arm around her and ushered her from the steps.

"What's in the paper?" Lana asked.

Oliver smiled sheepishly, keeping his eyes downcast. "I thought it would be nice to have something to remember today by." he showed Lana the paper. "You know, something we can show our child once he's old enough."

Lana took the The Boston Globe and read the cover. "France launches first satellite." She smiled to herself, "Well, that's better than the usual news now a days."

Oliver chuckled, "The blackout would have been an interesting cover, that's for sure."

Lana leaned against him, "Luckily we were home when that happened." Lana shivered at the thought of complete darkness that had engulfed Boston that day. There was something so unsettling about it; like being locked away in the darkness. If it wasn't for Oliver's sweet and encouraging words, Lana would have sworn she was back in solitary confinement.

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When Lana stepped out of the car, she breathed in the fresh, cold air of upstate Massachusetts. It smelled of rain and pine; much different than the smells of the city and much more of those from Briarcliff. Her eyes marveled over the large Victorian home nestled between the tall trees that stood proudly before her. The bed and breakfast was where they had decided to spend their first getaway as a married couple. Lana was still nervous around crowds and with the baby, Oliver figured it be best to to enjoy themselves in a calm and relaxing environment.

"Wow, it's so beautiful." Lana looked over to Oliver who was grabbing their bags from the trunk of the car.

"Sure is." He smiled at his wife, still in disbelief that he got to call her that. He felt like he was stuck in some kind of dream when she looked at him with those eyes. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

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They spent their first night locked away in their room, laying upon the marvelous queen sized four post bed. Laughing as they tangled themselves in each other's embrace, lips finding each other. At one point, Lana sat up to grab her nightgown from the foot of the bed to put it on. She sighed, placing her hand behind her back. The more the baby grew, the more she began to feel random pains and aches all over her body.

"I swear this kid is getting heavier by the day." She made a face of slight discomfort.

Oliver reached for his glasses on the nightstand and put them on. His eyes wandered down the skin of Lana's bare back and wondered how she always managed to look so heavenly. They were reaching the end of November and Lana was close to hitting her six month mark. They were anticipating another visit from the midwife when they returned to Boston.

"Well, it could be all that Halloween candy you fed him." Oliver joked.

Once she put her nightgown back on, Lana sat in the middle of the bed, leaning back on one hand. "I wish you'd let that go." She said, biting back a smile. "It wasn't even that much."

Oliver reached over and gently placed his hand upon her stomach, waiting to feel the tiny little being move inside. Sure enough, he felt the tiny bump against his hand as quick as a flutter. He smiled, heart close to bursting. "At least he's well fed."

They had been referring to the child as if it were a boy for weeks that Oliver had grown used to the idea of having a son. However, they could be wrong and be surprised with a little girl. Oliver would be pleased either way. Regardless of the sex, the child would be cared for and loved. Oliver would make sure of that.

"If you keep feeding him the way you are, we might have a butter ball on our hands."

His joke made Lana laugh and Oliver smiled. He loved the sound of her laugh. What a shame that it had been locked away for so long.

"Don't say that about him." She rubbed her stomach as if comforting the child. "That's not very nice."

"So have we agreed on Morris yet?"

Lana frowned immediately at this, "I wish you'd stop joking around like that." She pushed his arm playfully and gently.

Oliver laughed, "I'm not joking."

"Why Oliver? Why do you hate our child?"

"Okay, I'm sorry. What about Estelle?"

"I didn't realize we were having an eighty-four year old." Lana grumbled as she pouted slightly, completely unamused with Oliver's joking.

"Lana, if you don't name him, I will." He teased gently. They had been going back and forth on names and his jokes had started to ruffle her feathers.

"Please don't." Lana laughed, only half serious.

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Lana lay awake in Oliver's arms late that night. The little one was extremely active, keeping her wide awake until the early hours of the morning. The movements felt stronger as the weeks passed and he grew bigger. He felt stronger too. Or so to Lana he did.

Oliver wrapped his arms around her; her back pressed firmly against his chest. He took her hand and felt the ring on her finger. Lana could feel his touch around her fingers until he dozed off to sleep and before she knew it, she felt him twitch. He was fast asleep.

Lana wondered if all men twitched in their sleep or if it was only Oliver who did so. He was the only man she had ever felt anything for. "Oliver?" She spoke his name in the darkness of the room but he didn't answer. Instead she heard the sound of his soft breathing and closed her eyes, comforted by the sound.

They were married now. It was all she could think about. That and little Morris wrecking havoc in her uterus.