Author's Note: Whoo, I finally wrote this. The unexpected sequel to 'you are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand'. I also have a prequel planned, but I haven't yet started on it. Anyway this is a very dark fic, but it does have a happy ending. I highly recommend reading the first fic in this series in order to understand this one. Also Mom is Alana and Mama is Margot, just in case that wasn't clear. WARNING: This story contains rape, forced pregnany, abuse, talk of abortion, and incest. Hope y'all enjoy!
Morgan was by all accounts, a happy and healthy child. However, for as long as he could remember, he had a single question echoing in the back of his mind; why were his mothers so cagey about anything related to his uncle?
It had started when Morgan had been present for a Tattlecrime interview at age six, regarding the transfer of power of the Verger Meat-Packing Industry from his long-dead uncle to his mother, which had happened when Morgan was less than a year old. As it was, he remembered nothing of his Uncle Mason, and his mothers had always kept quiet about the subject around him, even when he had asked.
"What was Uncle Mason like?" The boy had asked his Mama one day shortly after the interview.
Mama frowned. "Why do you want to know, sweetheart?"
Morgan just shrugged, not noticing his Mama's expression. "I was just wondering, since Miss Freddie was asking about him the other day."
Just as he said this, his Mom walked into the room. "What're we chatting about?"
Mama gave Mom a strange look. Mom's face hardened, before she turned to Morgan with a smile. "Hey, buddy, why don't we go play with Applesauce before dinner?"
Morgan grinned, and took off toward the yard, questions forgotten.
While he soon learned not to ask about his uncle, it wasn't until he was fourteen that the subject of his father came up. He knew there was nothing wrong with having two mothers, but he had always wondered about his biological father. It wasn't until his birthday that he asked, however. He was just about to go to bed, when he caught his mothers in the den, sharing a bottle of wine.
"What's up, birthday boy?" Mama asked, with a soft smile.
Morgan took a deep breath to steady himself before he asked. "Mom, Mama… Who is my father?"
His mothers seemed to stiffen, and they exchanged a look. Mama in particular looked pale.
"Why do you ask, son? You're loved by us. Isn't that all that matters?" Mom said slowly.
Morgan could feel himself growing frustrated at their evasiveness. "Why won't you just tell me?!"
Mom sighed and glanced at Mama. "It's not for me to tell, Morgan."
"Mama?"
The younger woman merely shook her head, leaving Morgan to trudge up to his room, bitter at not having his question answered.
When he was seventeen, he finally found out.
He had been cleaning out the attic for his mothers, when he came across an unlabeled cardboard box. He opened it, only to find what appeared to be an old diary. His first thought was that he should just leave it alone. But his second thought stopped him. What if this has something about my father written in it?
He tucked the small book into his pocket and headed to his room to read it. He settled onto his bed, and flipped it open.
October 5th, 2014
It happened again. Only this time, it felt different. He spoke differently. He's always wanted me to mother his heirs, but this was the first time he taunted me about it during. But surely he wouldn't get me pregnant on purpose, right? If he does…
Morgan frowned, and felt a shiver go through him. He recognized his Mama's handwriting. He felt confused. What was she talking about? He flipped another entry.
November 8th, 2014
He did it. I can't believe he did it. He fucking finally did what he knew would break me to my core. I've been getting sick lately, but I tried and tried to deny it. Tried to come up with another reason, any excuse. But I vomited at dinner. And he made me take a test.
He won't let me get rid of it, I know he won't. He'll kill me if I try. But wouldn't death be better than this?
Morgan felt sick. He had always known his Mama had carried him. He had been born in July of 2015. The dates matched up. Shit...I was the product of rape, wasn't I? But that still left the same question; who had done this terrible thing to his mother? I'll find out who it was and...I don't know, but I'll do something to him. Something bad. Something just as bad as what he did to Mama. He flipped to another entry.
January 17th, 2015
The longer my pregnancy goes on, the worse I feel for my poor child. Even if it does survive, what will I do about it's father? It's hopeless...No. I've survived this long. The least I can do is keep surviving. And maybe...Maybe my baby will turn out better than him. As much as I hate where it came from...I can't help but love my child. I know it doesn't make sense. I didn't even want it at first. But now...Now I can't imagine not having it in my life. My baby will be loved. That, I will make sure of, no matter what.
Despite the horrible circumstances of his mother's pregnancy, Morgan felt his heart warm at his Mama's declaration of love for him, before she even knew him.
July 1st, 2015
It should be any time now. I've already picked their name. Morgan Verger. Marnie or Max for the middle name. The doctors all say they're healthy. But I can't help but worry about them. But, Mason is still as disgusting as ever. He says that Morgan is only the first of many.
Morgan was confused. What did his uncle have to do with this? The entry continued.
But he's seen the inbred pigs. We both have. Even if Morgan's parentage doesn't affect them, it will surely affect the next child. I don't want another child with Mason. But the only way to get rid of him is-
Morgan dropped the diary, and ran to the toilet. As he emptied his stomach, one thought repeated in his mind; no, it's not true, please, it can't be true, you've seen the inbred pigs, it can't be true, please.
At dinner, Morgan didn't eat. He merely moved his food around on his plate. He could tell his mothers were concerned.
"Morgan, honey...Are you feeling alright?" Mom asked.
Morgan let out a shaky breath. He could feel the tears filling his eyes. He looked at Mama. "When were you going to tell me?"
Mama looked terrified. "Tell you what, sweet boy?" She managed.
"About my uncle. My father."
She let out a small terrible sound. Something between a sigh and a sob. "How did you find out?"
"...I found an old diary in the attic. I just...I just wanted to know where I came from."
"Morgan...Before I tell you everything...I need you to know that you are so loved. Your mom and I love you more than anything in this world. You are wanted. And nothing that happened back then was your fault."
"Your uncle, my twin brother, Mason...He was always terrible to me. He abused me in every way you can imagine. When I was a teenager, I realized that the only way to escape was to have a baby and then kill him. But, it wasn't until I was nearly thirty that Mason figured this out as well, and decided to use it against me. It wasn't the first time he had hurt me in this way, and it wasn't the last. But it was the only time something good came of it. That something was you, Morgan."
"It wasn't until you were about six-months-old that I met your Mom. And the closer we got, the more she loved you. When I finally told her the truth, well...We decided then and there that we were going to make it out of this, and be a real family, all three of us. Soon enough we were able to kill your uncle, with a little help from some old friends. And soon after that, your Mom and I got married and she officially adopted you as her own."
"Morgan...You have no father. Not as far as we're concerned. But you still have two parents who love you. The only reason we kept it from you so long was because we thought the truth would hurt you. But you're right that you do deserve to know now."
Morgan stared at his Mama as she told her tale, watched as his Mom held her hand and looked at her with such love. He knew then that his mothers were right. He would certainly need help to process all of this, and deal with the fallout. But he was loved. He was wanted. He had his mothers.
A few weeks later found Morgan exiting his therapy appointment. His Mama picked him up, and looked at him through the rearview mirror.
"Well, kiddo, how was it?"
Morgan thought for a long moment. "Good. It was good."
And for once, everything was good.
