Unholy Chapel

Chapter Eighteen, Down the Wrong Pipe

TW/CW: William Afton, Pregnancy, Pregnancy fears, Nightmare, Loss of Freedom, Stockholm Syndrome, Cursing, Sexual initiation, Suggestive, Light Smut, Over Protectiveness.

Over the course of the following week you were quickly wed to William Afton and you lost your freedom.

You weren't allowed to move as William would feed you, give you water, and he would yell at you if you moved. you quickly became bored as your stomach continued to grow. you knew in 3 weeks it would be visible, and by the second trimester some functions would become more difficult. you shuddered as you began to feel cold. you sat up to get a blanket when William pushed you back in the couch. as he leaned over you, one hand groping your breast and the other getting a blanket. 

"William what the hell, Clara is right there!" you hissed and slapped his hand away, pointing to the sleeping girl. William pulled back a bit so his head was near yours and whispered to you 

"she's asleep. why don't we have fun? you've been driving me crazy with your body, Mrs. Afton." William ventured around the couch so he was in front of you now. he refused to wear boxers when he was relaxing, meaning the wet spot in his boxers was an indication of something NSFW going down in his mind. 

You were relaxed, with arms resting on your stomach and legs slightly splayed. You felt lazy for doing this as William inched closer. You pushed him away "William, I'm pregnant. no." you turned your head away from him when he tried to kiss you and you prepared yourself for physical force.

You glared at him when he gave you puppy dog eyes, brushing hair out of your face and raising an eyebrow at him in the way you would say 'really?' You sat up and stood. it felt nice to stand, it felt like your butt had been rotting to the couch. You found yourself swept off your feet as William picked you up. 

"William, put me down!" you hit at his chest as you had been positioned with your legs around the front of his waist and he had his arms holding you up. you kicked but he shushed you with a kiss while carrying you to your now shared room. he laid you on the bed and began kissing and undressing you all while you threw your head back.

You did like it, you just worried for the baby's safety. William had put it in your head that this child was super important, you needed to modify your body to care for it, meaning a new diet rich in vitamins, spices, allergens that were becoming more prominent in society which you found odd and specific workouts. you had only worked out once this week, which had just been working on your arms.

you were lost in these thoughts as you realized William was trying to get your attention. 

"Y/N? are you ok, you were zoned out. I've been calling your name for a minute and a half, darling" he cupped your face softly and his now messed up hair made him look around 20 years younger and much kinder. at this angle you couldn't imagine his terrifying grin, you couldn't imagine the anger or the knives or the pain. you saw a concerned husband and you almost melted in his arms. 

"yes- yes I'm fine, just worried about the baby. I'm almost 8 weeks pregnant, remember?" you gave him a soft grin, the first one he had seen since he met you and he fell in love all over again as his arms became weak. 

You were immaculate to him. as he went to your side, no longer in the mood, he turned and saw your profile, a restful and relaxed one before you turned to face him. your bright eyes reflected the stars of the galaxy and your resting face was that of incredible joy to him. He would and could never kill you. 

He began humming very quietly for you to listen to. he had not yet undressed you so you remained in your clothing. you fell asleep quickly from the deep notes and it felt wonderful. This was the first night since you two were married 4 days ago that you spent longer than 30 minutes in each others company without fighting, and it was honestly blissful for him and you together.

You fell into a blissful dream about you waking up in a field of flowers and a basket with your favorite objects. You picked one up and held it gingerly in your hand. your hand phased through it as one's dream hand does and you restarted, sitting up. this time it was really hard as you found yourself heavily pregnant. 

you stared at the stomach in front of you and felt intimidated by how large it would be, if this was even the right size. you rolled onto your side after a few attempts to sit up from your back and found you could push yourself up from the shifting ground of the field. you looked at the basket again to see your favorite objects and found baby materials and your heart sank.

you felt the flowy material of a maternity dress drip down your torso and you turned to find a glitchy sky and a glitchy man walking towards you. you assumed it to be William and you were correct, or the dream changed it for you. 

A slurred unintelligible voice frothed at the mouth of the dream man and you stepped back but fell back into a dark pit, watching as the nice field fell away from you and black and white tiles became the wall. 

You bolted up in bed right before your body hit the sweet tickle of the floor before pain would erupt like flowers blooming. William woke beside you and looked at you with worried eyes, no words no nothing. 

"William i had a nightmare- and why is it morning?" you looked at the window showing the sun in its morning position. you wondered if you had fallen asleep through the night. you were tired a lot more than usual so it wouldn't surprise you if that was the case. 

"its morning, you slept very well, although I had to keep rolling you on your side. And do you want to talk about the nightmare?" William turned on his side and looked at you while you looked outside. 

You shook your head at his question as you smoothed your hair and sat on the edge of the bed. you didn't know why William was turning you on your side, it wasn't any risk to the baby just yet. Maybe it was just him being overprotective. You stood and slipped on a pair of mauve slippers. Hands slipped to your waist and you were startled as William led you downstairs. The two of you were met by Clara. 

Her lips shook as she attempted to say something. William and you looked at her in confusion before Michael came up next to her and comforted her. You gazed upon Clara as she called you mother, and greeted you good morning as Michael glared solely at William.

Your face paled and you wanted to cry. You were her third (technical) mother and her second step mom. She would have another half sibling in 8 months give or take, and you felt your heart drop into your stomach as you realized how hard this must be on Michael and Clara who lived their whole lives switching from mother to mother.

William felt your weight rest more in his grip and he hushed his children as he dragged you away to the couch where you would remain for the rest of the day. Clara saw your pain-stricken face and she mimicked it as William ushered you away forcefully. 

And the cycle would repeat until your 24th week when William released some grip on you in a protective way but his libido skyrocketed.

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