Chapter 2: Ritual Awakenings part 1

"Girls I got the next catalog in the mail." Fiona shook a thick binded set of papers in the air,filled with profiles of men. The living room was covered in salty chips and caffeinated beverages and of course the witches either sprawled out on the couch of laying down on the floor. "Find anyone interesting?"

"What comes to mind when you think of a hot guy?"

"Nan!" Zoe was startled and a little uncomfortable about hearing what her older supreme considered a hot guy.

"What? She is the one who's getting pregnant here." Nan took a sip of her Pepsi and shrugged it off.

"I still can't believe you're doing this and letting us choose, who your baby daddy is gonna be." It was blunt but the truth.

"Thanks for the reminder, Queenie." Taking a chip from the Lays bag, Madison continuously flipped through the pages of a sperm donor catalog as if it were a Marie Claire.

"Honestly, all I want is a guy with no medical problems what-so-ever and I'm sure what you all think is hot would be fine with me. Oh and make sure they have a college education, I don't want a dumbass impregnating me."

"Why are we even having this stuff delivered here? I mean couldn't you get this done at a hospital or something?" Madison inquired.

"Well girls," Fiona plopped down on the couch next to Queenie. "This is going to be your first, real task as witches in this Coven. You, are going to help impregnate me." Fiona pointed a finger at a disgusted Madison .

"Um, I'd rather not see that part of you or anyone else in this room. Let alone, put something inside of you through there." Madison stressed.

Fiona let out a haughty laugh. "You girls really have learned nothing living here you know. You've done some spontaneous things, I'll give you that but you've learned absolutely nothing. What has Cordelia been teaching you these few years?"

"She taught us history on the coven." Nan contributed. They really hadn't been taught anything as far as being a witch goes. No spells, reading spells in their language of origin, no rituals, nothing.

"And how far has history gotten you, trying to reach my throne." Glances were exchanged and there was just silence. "Nothing? I didn't think so."

"So how do you expect to get pregnant without spreading your legs?"

"Simple. A large needle full of sperm, as wrong as this sounds, is injected in me. With a detoxification spell before the procedure and a protection spell after."

Zoe was kind of reluctant to ask but did anyway. "Uh, where exactly is that needle going into you?"

"Jesus, I don't know? Somewhere in the uterine area?. I'm not doing this you all are. With some help."

"Who? Your new bff?" Queenie exclaimed.

"Ha very funny. Marie will be doing the fertilization ritual so you girls don't have to do that. Just make sure you pay attention."

"Miss Fiona! " Misty wasn't even paying attention to the current conversation, she was still looking for the perfect guy in her own little corner. "What about him?" Misty brought the catalog to an open page putting it in her lap. "Look he even graduated med school recently." Misty was very happy with her choice.

"He is very handsome, and his mother was a writer, nothing on the father though. No medical disabilities. What do you girls think? " They all nodded as the hovered over Fiona to see the profile. "Well then it's settled, all I have to do now is get Delia's approval." Fiona got up and headed to where Cordelia was working on some formulas and pastes for the rituals, leaving the young witches to clean up their mess.

"Does anyone else find this situation extremely awkward? " Madison pointed out.

"I think it's sweet. " Misty was all starry-eyed.

"Of course you do."

"Delia, Delia you here? "

"Yes mother, I'm right here." Cordelia walked around the table she was working at leaving her potions and herbs to the side.

"I have to show you something. Look, we found a guy."

"I didn't think you'd go along with this little plan of yours. Who chose this guy?"

"Misty; she's got some good taste in her after all. You like him?"

"Yeah,yeah, he's good."

"What? You don't like him?" Fiona sounded disappointed.

"No, it's not that, it's just- this is your baby, you-"

"Delia, I'm doing this for you. This will be your baby."

"Ok, ok." Delia smiled.

"So how's everything coming along?" Fiona decided to change the mood of the situation.

"Nearly done." Cordelia sighed proud of herself, considering this was her first time creating these concoctions. "Nervous."

"Would it be pathetic if I said yes? I kind of feel like a lab rat. Those girls, maybe I shouldn't feel so pathetic saying yes, that is one thing I plan on fixing for the duration of this pregnancy. Cordelia, you really have taught these girls nothing at all, you know that?"

"I've gave them many historic teachings on Salem and our sister witches. I've also taught them how to control their powers."

"Look how far it's gotten them. Delia, just don't worry about it. I vow to live out the rest of my days teaching these girls something useful." Fiona may have been giving her daughter her own flesh and blood as a gift, but that would not change her opinion on how Cordelia ran things. Cordelia sighed, Fiona wouldn't let it go.

"Mother the potions and everything is ready and if we don't do this right away they'll spoil. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Fiona nodded.

"Here go upstairs and drink this, it'll knock you out after the rituals are over. You do remember you have to be awake during all of this right?"

"Don't remind me, I will be going through it all."

"Sorry, just- nevermind. I'll get Marie, go encourage the girls." Fiona rolled her eyes as she walked away, Cordelia would forever be a sap.

After assuring the young witches they will be successful in performing the rituals, Fiona headed upstairs to her room to change for the rituals. She took out a long white dress with loose, long sleeves and layed it on her bed. She glanced at her figure in the mirror.

"Before I die I'll have the body of an immobile 70-year-old. I'll never be able to get rid of the stretch marks either." Fiona sighed. "But this is for your daughter. I wonder..." Fiona took a small pillow from her bed and stuffed it under her dress placing a hand atop the pillow, looking at herself in the mirror from a side view. It had been nearly forty years since she had her last child, she wanted a glance into the near future. "Ugh. What am I doing?" Fiona pulled her dress off, removing the pillow from her dress throwing both the dress and the pillow aside. Again she glanced at the mirror. She shrugged. "At least I'll have bigger boobs without surgery."

"Fiona! You almost done?" Marie called from below the staircase.

"Coming!" Fiona quickly slipped on the dress, brushed her hair and headed downstairs.

"White for a change. It suits you." Zoe pointed out.

"Thank-you. I figured wearing white would be for the purity of the child. Black, do you know why you all are wearing it?"

"For protection." Nan exclaimed.

"Good, at least you all know that much. So when do we start?" Cordelia walked into the livingroom, where all the furniture was moved to perform the task at hand.

"Now."

So I want to apologize for not updating in like, 3 months. Please forgive me! I just want to address once again that this is my first AHS fic so I gladly accept critique and suggestions. Please review, comment and suggest! I appreciate everyone who reads and reviews! Thank you!

I will also try to update every 4-5 days and if not, weekly.