Unholy Chapel

Chapter Nineteen; Infant Life

TW: William Afton, post pregnancy, fear of children

Time skipping a year, as the author does not feel like writing about 8 months of a pregnant woman.

You held your 4 month old baby in your arms as she babbled loudly. At age 23 you had your first child and you felt crushed that now you would be stuck as a housewife instead of as a criminal forensic psychologist. You could still be one, your first client would be the husband that was sitting in front of you watching as you rocked his child.

The doctor you had gone to asked if William wanted the husband stitch for you which William looked mortified by the suggestion and strongly refused. You held his child in your arms for the first time and immediately saw your nose and the way your eyes fit into your face. She would look like you. Heavily like you.

You now sat facing the father and the husband as he simply... sat and watched you care for the small human. Her face was like yours when you cried, and her teeth-growing pattern you expected to be the same. Her hair had grown out fairly similar to yours with a singular patch of dark brown almost black hair near the base of her neck.

Clara sat next to you anxiously starting up a movement before relaxing back. Michael had taken Evan and Elizabeth to the arcade, now being almost 16 he was old enough to drive and to be on his own.

"Clara, do you want to hold hope?" You held the wriggling baby out to her and her eyes lit up.

"Yes, that would be nice." She gingerly took her little half sister into her arms and bounced her gently, eliciting a giggle from the baby. You watched as Clara simply stared at the new life in her arms with utter amazement and surprise.

"Alright thats enough. Y/N, come with me we need to talk. Clara you take care of the brat." William used the term 'brat' semi-affectionately. When he was angry it was an insult but when he was in a good mood it referred to his 'amazing children' or in this situation, his newest pride and joy in which he would soon lose interest in. you didn't know about his loss of interest.

As you passed by Elizabeth's room she popped out and grabbed your wrist. "Please dont go, Momma!" she said it like you were her mother and you stood still in your tracks, bewildered. Had William talked to his kids about calling you mom? did he force them? bribe them? you didn't feel like much of a mother figure to them, you couldn't fathom why the youngest would call you one of the many variations of mother.

"Elizabeth, Y/N and I have something to... discuss." William paused before 'discuss' which made you think there would be something more than just talking. You allowed yourself to be slowly tugged from the grip of the frizzy-haired girl and tugged into one of the two rooms William and you slept in. You quietly shut the door behind you as William paced in front of you by the bed.

"Y/N M/N Afton, Why the hell wont you breastfeed in front of me?" He glared at you, clearly frustrated by what he took as lack of trust between you two. You just preferred solitude in an act such as that. You rarely did breastfeed your Infant, she didn't like it straight from you and rather preferred formula or your milk in a bottle. For the 80's the machine was uncomfortable and clunky to carry around, Medela did a good job of making it portable but it was a hassle and really expensive. William had bought it for you and pressured you to use it as much as you could to get his (literal) money out of it.

"Well its just something for Hope and i. Do you have an issue?" You cocked an eyebrow up at him and he shot one up back. You walked forwards and stood in front of him "You're just horny, William. It kind of weirds me out." You said quietly but firmly.

William's face pulled into one of flustered shock "No- No! thats not the reason why!" he turned his face away from you but you could tell he was flustered.

You slowly tried to initiate something by leaning against him. you watched from below as his face looked less like a pale British man but more like a tomato imitating a human in form.

As you leaned closer he at one point snapped and gripped your shoulders, pushing you away.

"I want another. You're beautiful when you're pregnant-" William stuttered and blurted out. It was your turn to go red from embarrassment.

"Are you Sure about that?" You questioned him. He would have 6 children. He was getting older, and so were his children. You didnt think you could go through another 9 month ordeal just for his lustful fantasies. His hands tightened on your shoulder as he thought for a minute.

"I just quite honestly want to fuck you hard, I want to rail you until your legs can no longer tighten around me when you cum, when your face falls prey to perfection and when you're flushed and sweaty. I want to feel your warmth with me and I want to make you go insane." He said while staring you right in the eyes. You made out a small flicker of some excitement or inspiration as he spoke and it made your knees weak.

His heavy British accent and his vulgar language startled you and you couldn't help but feel a bit proud you had pushed him to speak this way.  You backed away from him as his hands slid down to your wrists and held them gently. You tugged them away and turned to the door

"Not now, William. And i refuse to feed Hope in front of you. besides, she's reaching the age where she should be fed liquid food like mashed fruit." you Weren't facing him but you could feel the pang of frustration spike through his heart. 

"But- Please just once- please i want to see you're taking good care of our daughter!" He walked behind you as you reached for the door. You sighed with a small, soft smile.

"Tonight, William. tonight." you said quietly as you headed back to the anxious teen holding her infant half sister.

Maybe Tonight.

(Word Count: 1064)