AHS Imagines

james - miracle (pt 2)

"I'm going to be a mother."

Billie Dean smiled brightly at you. "I totally understand if you're no longer up to doing the show."

"Do you mind?" You felt overwhelmed by what you had discovered mere moments ago, so being a guest star on Billie Dean Howard's feature wasn't exactly on the top of your priorities at the time.

"That's all fine, honey. Besides, you'll probably want to inform Mr March of your big news."

"Big news, huh?" A smooth, feminine voice spoke from behind. You turned around to face Elizabeth, The Countess, balancing so elegantly in her red stilettos, glass of champagne held delicately in her grasp. The Countess was James' ex-wife. You'd never really had a problem with her, as you knew she never loved him, but there was still something troubling about her. A taint in her aura.

"I don't believe we've met before," she extended her gloved hand to Billie. "I'm The Countess."

"My, my. So many new faces." Billie Dean responded, clearly captivated by her entrance.

"You know," Elizabeth invited herself to the table and seated herself down. "I had a child once. His name was Bartholomew. He was the most beautiful boy..."

"Oh, really?" Billie Dean's attention was now entirely held by the blonde woman seated beside you.

"Mm hmm. Looked just like his father. Diamond-jawed, dark piercing eyes. Of course, he refused to believe the child was his own... You see my child had a sort of, abnormality, compared to other children. But I still loved him more than anything else in the world."

"Oh my..." Billie remained intrigued by the Countess' tale. You, however, could sense spite in her throat, like the lingering taste of chili in your mouth long after the swallow.

"But you see... my baby's father wasn't too fond of the child. He saw him as nothing more than unwanted, accidental offspring. He would insult the child, neglect the child when I asked him to take watch. Not even his love for me, which I must say was to a disgusting extent, would make him feel affections toward my baby."

"Oh honey," Billie Dean comforted Elizabeth, "How awful. What sort of monster would abandon his own baby?!"

"My husband, apparently." This was your first input in the conversation since Elizabeth's arrival. How could he? Your rational mind tried to see reason and convince you that she was messing with you. But you'd never even known he'd had a child... with her.

"But – dear? I don't understand." Billie spoke.

"I have to go." You could feel your emotions begin to gain hold on you. You couldn't let her see you break. You wouldn't. "It was a pleasure meeting you Ms Howard. Elizabeth."

The last thing you saw out of the corner of your eye, was the subtle, satisfied smirk on The Countess' face.

You stormed your way up to room 64, throwing the door wide open and making a beeline for the ensuite, slamming the door behind you. You collapsed into a heap on the shower floor. The tiles were cold and unsettling; but you didn't care. Tears spilled down your cheeks. Your hands found their way to your stomach, to where a tiny human was residing. You didn't know if it was the fact that he had a child and never told you, or the fact that he neglected said child and refused to love it? What if he was like that towards your child? What if he saw it as a hinderance? Before The Countess spilled her story, you had no doubts about James' reaction to your pregnancy. What if he hated you for it? What if he refused to love you? What if he still loved her? Usually, you could reassure yourself of such worries, but you were far from being in your right mind at the moment.

"Dearest? Are you alright, my queen?" Engrossed in your emotions, you failed to recognise James' footsteps enter the room. You simply remained silent, hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs.

This was the first time you had ever felt scepticism, towards the man you loved so dearly.