Here is how that episode should have ended!

One Week Later—

The house was completely quiet. Vivien was sitting in one of the empty rooms downstairs, holding her cello. Now that she was dead, she had all of the time in the world, and she decided to start playing again. She had been rehearsing for the past hour and decided it was time for a break. Her head turned to the side when she heard a noise coming from the basement. At first she thought that she was hallucinating because the noise sounded like a baby's cries.

Vivien walked down the basement stairs and saw Nora sitting next to a baby bassinet. Nora had her head in her hands but noticed that there was another person in the room with her. "Oh, please tell me that you are the nanny? The baby will not stop crying!"

Vivien walked over to the bassinet and saw the small baby lying inside of it. "Yes, ma'm. I am the nanny. I am here to help you." Vivien bent down so that she could reach her hand into the bassinet. Nora lifted her head and saw that it was Vivien. "Oh the birth mother. I was wondering when you were going to show up. Please," she shooed Vivien's hand away. "Do not touch my son. He is mine now." Vivien pulled her hand back. She knew that she had to be gentle when talking to Nora because she was so fragile.

"I just want to help. You look so tired. I know a few tricks to get him to quiet down. Please, let me help you." Vivien smiled at Nora, and Nora nodded her head, signaling for Vivien to take the baby. Vivien gently picked up the tiny baby boy. He was so little. As soon as she cradled him to her chest, he stopped crying. Vivien smiled down at her baby boy.

"I don't know how you do that. He will never stop crying when I hold him. I think that I have finally realized that I do not want to be a mother. I was almost to the point of harming him if he did not quiet down. My mother was an awful mother, and I am just like her. I think I am going to go lie down for a bit." Vivien watched Nora disappear into the darkness. The house seemed to have a bit less sorrow. Nora had moved on and left the house for good.

Vivien walked upstairs into the main house with her baby boy. "You are too perfect, little boy. What should your name be? Nickolas? John?" The baby cooed in her arms, making her smile even wider. The little baby with no name was a blessing to the family that was doomed to live forever in the Murder House.

"Moira, look who I found in the basement." Vivien spoke to the older woman as she walked into the kitchen.

"Oh Vivien, he is beautiful." Moira smiled down at the newborn in Vivien's arms.

"Would you like to hold him?" Vivien extended her arms out to Moira so that she could take the baby. Moira cradled the baby to her chest and smiled. "He is perfect. I never had the chance to be a mother. It was probably because I was a tramp in my younger days." Moira laughed at her own joke.

"Well Moira, since he is going to be a newborn for forever, I am going to need a lot of help with him."

Moira looked up at Vivien, concerned. "Oh I was never trained to be a nanny."

Vivien laughed this time. "No, I am not asking you to be his nanny. I was wondering if you would like to be his God mother." Moira smiled as tears filler her eyes. "I would be honored."

Tate watched as Ben was cleaning up his office, sweeping some of the mess left over from the Ramos. It was almost Christmas, the house needed to look spotless. "Ben?" Tate spoke as he entered the room. Ben looked up and glared at Tate. "I know I'm the last person you want to see right now, and I don't blame you. But, it's just… I miss our talks. I think you were really helping me," Tate fought to keep his emotions under control.

Ben looked into his glassy eyes and began clapping. "Very good Tate. You had me fooled. You had Violet fooled. We all thought you were just some lonely boy who needed a friend, but you're a monster Tate. By definition, you're a psychopath, you're incapable of remorse or a conscious." Ben continued cleaning up. "Oh, and just between the two of us, therapy doesn't work."

Tate had a puzzled look on his face. "It doesn't work? Then why do people do it?"

Ben clenched his jaw. "BECAUSE, Tate, nobody wants to take responsibility for the crazy in their lives. They all want to blame their mothers for not loving them enough, or the kids at school for not pay attention to them. So us therapists take their checks and sit while they grip and moan day after day over their shitty lives. They pay us to listen to them and make them feel… special."

Tate began grinning. "You son of a bitch."

"I'm the son of a bitch? Tate you are a pathological liar and a psychopath. You're incapable of remorse or a conscious. You killed people, Tate." Tate took a deep breath. "I bet you can't even admit to what you have done. Finally own up to your own actions without blaming someone else." Tate didn't speak and Ben began laughing.

"In 1994 I set fire to my mom's boyfriend. I murdered 15 kids at Westfield high school. I killed the gay couple who lived here before you. And I… raped… your wife."

"I'm not your priest, Tate. Telling me what you did won't achieve anything."

Tate could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, he was losing control of his emotions.

"So that's it? I have no chance at mercy?"

"Forgiveness, Tate, only works if you tell the person directly involved. And even then, mercy doesn't work on the already damned." Ben turned around and started to walk out the door.

"I—I—I killed you, Ben!" Tate shouted. Ben turned around in disbelief. "I—I didn't want to but I didn't think I had any other choice. You see, Violet, I care about her more than I do myself. She is unhappy and if I can make her happy, then even if I don't get to be with her, then I'll feel like my life existence wasn't a complete waste."

Ben stepped closer. "Who the hell do you think you are to know what would make my daughter happy?"

Tate's eyes filled with sadness, and ever so slightly, fear. "I know she was depressed when she was alive. Did you know she cut herself? Did you know your daughter was already dead where it mattered before I even came into her life? Her body was just too stubborn to accept it."

Ben grabbed Tate's neck. "You killed my Violet?" he growled. Although Ben already knew that she had taken pills, he was doing exactly what he accused Tate and all of his other patients of doing… blaming another for his crappy life.

"No! I would never hurt her! She killed herself! I found her, I kept her from dying alone and scared. I only killed you because she worries about you all the time." Ben's grip loosened. "I figured you'd be happy because you had your family back and she wouldn't have to worry about you anymore, or ever lose you." Tate began gnawing on his lip as he waited for Ben to punch him or yell some more.

Ben staggered backwards to the floor. He looked up at Tate. "I forgive you, Tate." He spoke with as much sincerity as he could manage. "I forgive you for killing me because you're right, you gave me a second chance with my family. I can spend forever righting the pain I caused them when we were alive. Thank you, Tate."

Tate stared at Ben as he started out the door. "Ben?" Ben turned around. "Could we maybe hang out sometime?" Ben just blinked a couple times, never actually answering before he left.

Violet was standing on the top of the latter, reaching to the top of the tall tree to place an ornament on a lonely branch. Christmas was in full swing at the Murder House. Ben had cut down one of the decorative trees from the back yard so that Violet and Moira could decorate it with ornaments from the attic. Moira held up a box of ornaments to Violet.

"These are ancient." Violet held one of the round ornaments in her hand.

Moira laughed. "You will soon learn, Miss Violet, that the word ancient holds no meaning to people that live for an eternal day. Time has no meaning in this house."

Ben walked into the living room with a smile on his face. "Who is ready to plug the tree in?" Moira and Violet smiled at him. He connected the two wires, and the tree burst into life. "Have you ever seen something so beautiful?" He questioned in wonder.

"I have." Vivien said from behind Ben. He turned around to see the small baby that she was holding in her arms. "This little boy is truly a blessing. And he looks just like his daddy." Ben smiled at Vivien and kissed her on her lips.

"Even after everything that has happened I am so happy." He smiled at his wife and then at Violet and Moira.

Everyone in the living room was happy. They might be very unconventional, but they were a family none the less. Violet had not smiled so brightly in a long time. She was happy that her family was together and complete. She was happy that her mother had ended up with one of her babies. She was happy that Moira was happy. She continued to smile as she looked around the room. Something caught her eye in the shadows in the hallway. She could make out two figures staring into the bright living room, Tate and Hayden. Her smile fell, and she quickly turned back to focus on the tree.

Hayden turned looked at Tate, "Are you really going to cry over her, again? Aren't you all cried out? Get over her. She's never going to talk to you again. She's never going to let you into her, again."

Tate ignored Hayden's words. One day he would be able to hold her again. One day she'd be his again. "I'll wait forever if I have to." He fumbled around with the engagement ring he had been holding since he first saw Violet. From the first day, when he caught her cutting herself, he knew she was his forever. His happy ending, not that he even believed he deserved one after everything he had done. But love makes you do crazy things.

Violet climbed down the ladder and walked into the hallway. Tate followed her. "Leave me alone Tate," she warned.

He stepped from the shadows and looked down at the floor. "Violet, that kiss you gave me, did it really feel like a 'goodbye' to you? Because it didn't feel that way to me. It felt like a 'hey there' or a 'what's up?' or better yet, 'I love you and miss you'."

Violet rolled her eyes. "Tate, I kissed you so that Gabe could get away from you. I still can't forgive you."

Tate got down on his knees and slid over to her, taking her hand in his. "I'm not asking you to forgive me, Violet. I know you can't. And I wouldn't expect you to. But when you fall in love, you go crazy. And before you know it, the whole world around you is different. It's only you and that person. You don't see anyone else. You'd do anything for them. Violet, that's how I am with you. I love you with every part of me, even though some of those parts aren't nice, you've helped me see I can change. That I want to change. For you, I want to change. I'll never be your knight in shining armor, but maybe just maybe I could be the one to love you for all of eternity." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a ring. Violet gasped. "I know you and I are anything but traditional, but this is one tradition I like. Violet Harmon, I have loved you since the moment I saw you. I have done some weird shit. But my love for you has only grown stronger. I will spend the rest of time proving to you that I'm different, that I have changed, that I will never let anything hurt you, ever again. If you still love me, please let me show you. If you don't love me, I will understand and never bother you again."

Violet stared into his dark eyes. She wasn't able to figure out her emotions. Her head was reeling. She knew she loved him with every fiber of her being, but she still couldn't forgive him. She knew he had changed. She could see it in his eyes. She looked at the beautiful ring he held in his fingers and took it between hers. Forever is an awfully long time to be alone, she thought to herself as she smiled at him.