It's Friday! (Although it'll be Saturday when it's posted.) Time for an update! Thank you for all the reviews and alerts, you guys are awesome. This chapter is in Terri's POV cause I wanted to revisit her for a bit before Will and Rachel get to meet for the first time after all those years.
Sadly, I do not own Glee. I am not Ryan Murphy (don't let the Kangol fool you.) I am just a super fan with slightly weird fanfic ideas that don't go away until they're posted online.
Trigger Warning:This story deals with the topics of pedophilia, ephebophilia, sexual abuse, and domestic abuse.
She couldn't stand the little girl. She envied her talent and her ability to make her husband weak in the knees. She hated that the small girl would always look small and dainty to Will. She hated that her husband would buy her plaid skirts and hideous sweaters with knee-hi socks to role-play as the young girl. She wished she could ignore Will's needs. She wished that she was his need. But she wasn't, and she just had to hopefully hope it was a phase he would grow out of (although they were in their 30's and he was nowhere near out of it.) And with Rachel Berry around, he wouldn't grow out of it.
Terri Schuester loved her husband, she loved him so much that she would let him to anything. All she asked for in return was his loyalty and the ability to play the strong, domineering wife in public. No one needed to know that he held so much power over her. No one needed to know that he preferred little girls. No one needed to know that he wouldn't touch her unless she was willing to bend to his every command.
So when the pregnancy test with the words "Pregnant" in her hands, she realized she could fix it. Maybe all Will needed was a child, maybe all it took was for him to have a kid and he wouldn't feel the need to hurt young girls anymore. He wouldn't feel the need to make his wife dress up as some little annoying girl who could sing flawlessly and who charmed every adult she ever met.
But Will went blank when she told him. As the words "I'm Pregnant" left her mouth, all emotion drained from his face. Gone was his excitement of Rachel signing up for glee club. Gone was his plans to wear his nicest sweater vest to school Friday. All he could do was stare at her.
He didn't even acknowledge her. No emotional moment like in the movies where the guy hugs his wife and kisses her. No frantic calls to his mother who had been waiting for grand kids since the moment he took her to prom. Nothing. He just went into the bedroom and shut the door. And he didn't speak to her for the rest of that week.
She was excited to be pregnant. She would be having the baby of the man she loved. She would have a little boy to raise to be a better man than his father. She would have a little boy to maybe guide his father from his urges. She wouldn't dare let her mind wonder to what would happen if she was having a girl, she just couldn't. It wasn't that she thought Will would abuse their daughter, it's just that she wouldn't put her child in a position where it could possibly happen.
She would have to quit her job as assistant manager at Sheets N' Things to raise her child. She would be the doting stay-at-home mom who cooked and cleaned while raising their kid. Will would run home to see his son, to play catch or teach him how to play guitar. He wouldn't be spending late hours with that awful Glee club, just under the hope that Rachel Berry would join the club.
This child would be a good thing, she just knew it. And all it took to get Will on board was the ultrasound appointment on Friday.
It's short, I know! But I'll probably make the next chapter either really long, or a two-parter with two semi-long chapters. I won't probably be able to update every Friday, so I'll most likely update on a rolling, once-a-week basis. Hope you all liked it!