cannibal; kendall roy

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After the executional styled dinner, Kendall had known that Marguerite was going to blow up at him. In fact, it was a straight blown fact. How could she not? He had just spent the past hour reassuring her that he'd be there, that having a baby was the best decision they could make- only to go to dinner and find out he had practically volunteered to take the blame and go to prison.

He hadn't even said a word.

Nothing.

"What the fuck, Kendall? Did you know then?" She yelled "When you came in here earlier, did you know?"

"I was suspicious. I was uh, I wasn't really sure." He admits "I felt it, a little bit."

"Oh, you felt it a little bit?" She asks sarcastically "You felt it was going to be you before you came and told me to have your kid?"

"Lou, they'll take care of you. You'll have my family. They'll support you. Hell, you have their money, mine and yours. You have billions. You'll be fine."

"Right, Kendall. Right. Am I supposed to buy a father? Go to the cloning store? Get a new Kendall Roy?" She hisses "Pretend I'm not married? Or take this to a fucking prison? What the fuck?" Marguerite yells "Why would you do any of this?"

He scoffs, running a hand through his hair, not having an answer. Because there isn't one. There is no answer. Absolutely none. He had acted out of turn and irrationally. He had acted selfishly, and now had created a problem.

"You can take kids to visit their parents in prison" he finally says "It'll uh, it'll be fine. People get out for birthdays. Right?"

"You're unbelievable. Are you being serious? In what world would I take a baby to a prison? In what world am I having it if you're not there? Nine months alone with a god damn awful company, while I'm made fun of because my husband is a self serving moron."

"Lou, calm down."

"Calm down? Are you serious? Calm down?" She yells "How the fuck do you think I should be acting?"

"Lou, for fucks sake. None of this is ideal."

"No. No. None of it is ideal, Kendall. I refuse all of this."

He rolls his eyes, putting his hands on his hips "Oh, okay. You refuse. Right. Tell that to the DOJ."

"And you can tell your nonsense to your new little prison roommate, or your lawyer." She spits "Or my doctor."

He narrows his eyes "You kill it and I'll fucking sue your ass so hard baby, you'll bleed dry."

"Who would even take that case? Gaslit billionaire aborts baby after husband decides to lie and go to prison? Like what?"

"I'll get you fucking deported"

"Oh, really? Because they'd take citizenship from me? I pay more in taxes than you. I have more money than you." She scowls "You know, I have more everything, Kendall. More power. Oh! A job."

"Bullshit. It's a job you don't even want. You complain about it all the time, when you don't even seem to uh, realize I'd kill for that."

"You think I don't know that?" Marguerite asks "Kendall, for fucks sake. I have that job as a punishment. I hate it. I have it so my father can rest in peace."

Kendall rolls his eyes "Then give it to someone else. Give it to me. Make yourself fucking happy, for once Lou."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, yes I would, Lou. Because then you'd be out and happy, you can stop fucking moping around, and I can do what I've always wanted to do."