Don't Own AHS

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A/N: Hi, everyone! So glad you guys like the first chapter to this fic. Now, I can't take the credit for this idea because some of you brought it up and suggested it so it's all thanks to you guys. Anyway, thanks for reading! Hope everyone is doing well.

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TWO

Fools

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The last school bell of the day rang and dozens of little children from all ages raced out of the front doors and to their awaiting parents or to the long yellow bus that sat out front.

Wendy stepped out onto the front, waving off her students who had followed her outside in a straight line, "Bye children, have a nice evening!"

"Bye Ms. Peyser!" The children all called out in sync as they raced off.

Wendy watched them go with a soft smile and an adoring gaze. She loved her students so and her career as a teacher was so rewarding. However, there was an empty feeling inside of her that had begun to increase with in her.

It had been five months since Lana came home from Briarcliff and she was rarely still. Constantly out fighting to get Briarcliff shut down for good, luging around the little belly that grew day by day.

Wendy returned back to her classroom through the now empty hallway. That void inside grew along with Lana's pregnancy and Wendy found that she liked to see the love of her life that way: expecting a child. A child she was beginning to wish was theirs. Wendy always wanted children. She had told Lana that multiple times before she got caught up in Briarcliff. Wendy always wished she could be a mother but her circumstances and her times wouldn't allow it.

Wendy sat at her desk and glanced across her empty classroom. The yearning had never been so fierce.

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When Lana arrived home, she dropped her purse on the table next to the front door where Wendy insisted they keep the keys and anything important they would need on the way out. Lana was stressed and awfully annoyed. Her back was beginning to ache and she had gained three pounds that week alone. She was tired and the kid inside of her had been kicking her innards all morning.

She was about to be six months pregnant or so. Or at least counting down the days since she had been imprisoned in Oliver Thredson's basement. Lana wanted to retch at the thought of the dead man. Ending his life had not been enough.

Lana dug into her purse and grabbed her cigarettes and her lighter and lit herself a relaxing treat. The smoke filled her lungs to burst and Lana exhaled with a sigh as she closed her eyes and sat down in the family room.

"Wendy?" She called out.

No answer.

Lana tapped her cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table. Wendy must have still been at the school. "Oh, c'mon." Lana scoffed when her stomach got in the way of her reaching far enough to tap her cigarette again. "Work with me, kid."

The baby inside of her twirled one way and then the other, giving her kicks here and there. It frightened Lana how much it was starting to move. It made it all that much more real.

"You're a real pain in my ass, you know that?" She asked it out loud. She had grown the habit of talking to it when no one was around but they weren't always the sweetest of words.

She had just gotten done meeting up with two detectives and the meeting had left her drained. She just wanted to sleep for days. So she laid her head back, closed her eyes and finished her cigarette.

The front door opened, "Oh honey, I'm home!" Wendy called out with a sarcastic smirk.

"Oh, thank goodness. I was waiting for you." Lana put her cigarette out.

Wendy frowned at this, setting her purse down next to Lana's, "Hey, I heard those are bad for you."

"Everything's bad for me."

Wendy went around to sofa to stand in front of her, "I meant for the baby."

Lana opened her eyes and raised a brow, "Since when is that my problem?"

Wendy sighed; she disliked it when Lana was cruel to the baby. "Don't talk like that."

Lana sighed, "How was school?"

Wendy did too, not wanting to argue with her again. "It was fine. Billy Mitchells and Eli Donovan got into a fight again." She went to the coat rack to take off her coat.

"I don't know why you keep those two in the same class." Lana said, watching Wendy's every move. "You should separate them."

"They should learn to be friends." Wendy plunked down next to Lana and smiled, "Hi."

Lana looked into her eyes, "Hi." And the two women kissed. "I missed you." Lana told her.

Wendy only smiled and placed her hand upon Lana's stomach, "How is he?"

Lana rolled her eyes, "Fine. It won't stop moving. I think it punctured my spleen but I'm fine."

Wendy smiled, softly rubbing Lana's belly. Lana hated it when she did that. She saw the longing in Wendy's eyes and knew what it meant, "You have to stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Putting that face."

Wendy stood to her feet, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know very well what I'm talking about." Lana stood to her feet with a little bit of struggle. "I already told you that we're not keeping it."

Wendy sighed heavily and groaned, "But Lana—"

"No buts. I'm serious, Wendy and I can't believe you keep insisting. You said you'd support me in whatever decision I made."

"And I will, Lana. It's just—"

"It's just what?"

Wendy shook her head, "It's nothing."

Lana was livid. It wasn't the first time Wendy had suggested she keep the baby. Lana had told her many times before that she couldn't and wouldn't be able to handle even looking at Bloody Face's child, let alone raising it. Wendy had to understand that. Of course, she didn't understand many of the things Lana had gone through at Briarcliff and in a way, Lana was still angry at Wendy for letting her go so easily.

Both women lived with that realization and in many ways Wendy let Lana get away with a lot because she still felt guilty for signing her over to Briarcliff. It was a bump in their relationship that was hard to ignore but both women did anyway.

"I wish you would let that idea go."

Wendy saddened just a bit, "You know I've always wanted a baby…"

Lana stood to her feet with a bit of a struggle. "Not this baby." She said and retreated to their room.

Wendy followed after her, not wanting the discussion to end just yet. "Lana."

"Wendy, I said stop it." Lana warned her. Her feet were swelling and she didn't need another argument.

"Please don't be like this. Just hear me out—"

"How do you expect me to feel after everything I went through? After this thing inside of me was conceived? I thought you would understand."

"He's just a child, Lana. It's not his fault."

Lana froze when Wendy spoke of him in such a familiar way.

Wendy smiled, "I think it'll be a boy."

Of course the devil thought that too. Lana saw the longing in Wendy's eyes and decided to humor her instead of arguing, "Wendy, we don't have any experience with children."

"I do." Wendy confirmed.

"That's different. You don't just have them in a classroom for six hours and then send them home. You have them for life."

Wendy went up to her and took a hold of her hands, "Please just think about it."

"No." Lana was firm, "This kid has got to go and that will be the end of it."

Lana released her hands from Wendy's grasp and left the room, leaving Wendy all to herself.

Lana went out to the front porch and lit herself another cigarette. She was tired of Wendy begging for them to keep the child. She knew how much she wanted a family but that wasn't the way Lana wanted to go about things. She wouldn't stand for it.

Lana felt the baby move inside of her. "Sorry kid, once you're born, you're out of here."

The baby kicked again, harder that time. Lana placed her hand to the side of the stomach where she could feel the baby kicking against her hand. He was getting stronger by the day.

"I just can't raise you." Her voice softened and her eyes filled with tears. She never wanted Wendy to see her cry so she acted tough when it came to her pregnancy. She was the same way with the detectives and with people at work. She pretended like she could handle her situation with grace but truth was, she was breaking inside. She was afraid of the child growing inside of her and wanted nothing more than for the day in which she would rid of him to arrive.

"And I can't love you either."

She placed her shaky hand to her lips and inhaled from her cigarette. "I'd be a fool to."