Eyes of Blue, Heart of Stone (Baroness X Femme Reader)

Mothering

Pushing her glasses up her nose, Victoria opened her book and curled up on the downstairs sofa. She'd spent the morning waiting in your every need and Estella's needs too.

"If I may, Baroness, you seem stressed." John noted, placing a tea tray on the table in front of her. She looked displeased at him. "Do I?" She hissed. "I think what you are doing for your daughter is very-" His words were stopped immediately by Victoria slamming her book against the desk.

"John. Why does everything have to revolve around motherhood?" Victoria asked, aggressively. "I'm not saying-" "You may not be explicitly mentioning it, but all of the times I am distressed it's maternity or Estella!" She whisper-screamed, so to not wake either of you up. "Have you ever considered that I am concerned for your well-being? You throttle the girl whenever you two are slightly angered!"

"Because she is the reincarnation of him and you know that!"

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He held her. Not in a soft way, or a loving way. In a cold, unfeeling way. She was his and a trophy wife should stay on the mantlepiece.

"We are announcing our precious baby's gender today." He announced. He looked dapper, she looked depressed. "My wife, my angel, please, tell us!" He may as well have been holding a gun to her back. It may not give her the incentive to live, but it would give her the ability to die.

"A girl."

Her heart dropped.

A girl of her status has one path in life. Boarding School. After hell, marriage. After the lies, pregnancy. After the birth, motherhood.

How could she bind that child to an existence like hers? How could she watch her daughter be a broodmare? What an example she could set, bitter and broken praying for an unfortunate accident to wipe her away.

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"Of course I understand that!" John barked. "YOU DON'T SEEM TO ACT LIKE IT!" Victoria stormed off, onto the grounds.

Estella knew she shouldn't have, but she hung at the top of the stairs, listening to the adults talk. She knew she wasn't welcome, not in the slightest. The Baroness only let her in because of you. Because of how you kept them from killing one another.

It wouldn't be right to follow her.

So Estella followed her.

She walked through the gardens before stopping at it.

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She clambered up and with a heavy heart and tears brewing, the Baroness ran. Her husband gave her a slap on the ass as she ran, as the cherry on the cake.

"Now now Hans! I'd be careful with the filthy hag!" Harold, the neighbour, laughed. "Don't you worry Harry, if Vicky has anything, I'll bleach my arm!" Hans laughed. Bethany, Harold's wife, watched Victoria leave and huffed.

"Ever so rude she is." She commented.

"You're telling me." Harold replied.

"She got what she deserved!" Quipped a designer, Anya.

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She saw all of their eyes again. She felt the filth all over her again. The damage she did to those rose bushes after he died meant nothing now, when you couldn't hold her and tell her she'd be okay.

"Baroness? Are you alright?"

"Estella you should be in bed." Victoria sighed.

Estella stopped about an arms length away from her mother. "What's the matter?" She asked, kindly. "Oh, bad memories. That's all." She lied.

"Don't lie to me. Just because I'm his child too doesn't mean I've not got an open ear."

Victoria begrudgingly sat with her ill daughter. Not looking at her directly, the Baroness told Estella everything. The whole story. All of the foul details. She knew better, usually. She could put a dam up, usually.

Estella put her hand on her mother's shoulder.

"Don't- please."

"Mother- I mean Baroness, would you like me to run you a bath?"

"That'd be nice."