Mon Chéri

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Nyx

I sit next to Morticia on a white sofa as I look around the room. It's been a little over a month since Morticia came home and we have both finally agreed to go to couples therapy. We have been arguing a lot more and me kicking her into the guest room..and then her coming in in the middle of the night and we end up having make up sex..which is better each time.

The therapist steps in and I smile at her. "You must be Nyx and morticia" She says sitting down and I nod. "I'm cara. How far along are you?" I'm asked as Cara points at my stomach. My smile drops "Uh..nearly 8 months.". "You must both be so excited" I look up from my hands as she says this. "Oh it's not Morticia's. I don't even think I'm keeping it. I was raped and..ended up pregnant" I tell her.

We talk for a while about why we are here and everything that has happened over the last few months. It ends up at certain points with me and Morticia stood screaming at eachother but we soon calm down...sort of.

I sit down not looking at Morticia. After a while of silence Cara speaks "I'd like to suggest something. This will last for 30 days. I would like you to move into separate rooms and live your lives separately. You may only speak about your kids..oh and no sex". I laugh slightly "fine by me".

We leave caras office and we quietly drive home. As soon as we get home Morticia moves all of her things to the guest room. She stands in her doorway and watches as I shut the door to get changed. Silence fills the air. An uncomfortable one. I've never felt this alone.

2 weeks pass of us only speaking about the kids. Every now and then I'd feel morticia's hands on my waist as she passed me or her hand sliding into mine. Raven hasn't questioned us not talking..more questioned if we could get a cat.

It's now midnight and I can't sleep. Too many things are on my mind that I need to talk to someone about. I can't speak to larissa since I refuse to and I'm not meant to speak to Tish about anything other than the kids. And I could do with my wife being able to..just hold me right now.

I sigh climbing out of bed. I step out of the door and into the hallway quietly shutting my door. As I walk past Morticias room I notice her door is open. She looks up from the book she is reading and watches me until.im out of her sight. I head to the kitchen and I pour myself a glass of water before walking back to my room.

As I walk past Morticias room once again I stop in the doorway. I stare at her for a few seconds before she notices me. "Is everything okay?" She questions putting her book down. I nod slightly before muttering "I..Uh.. I've been meeting up with..potential families. There's.. a family who live on a farm. They have two boys already and a dog and they are nice. Then there's a family who work as doctors in a hospital. I..think I'm gonna go with the farm family...the baby will have more attention then".

Morticia opens her arms and I rush over to her. I climb into her bed and I cuddle up against her as comfortably as possible. Her hand runs through my hair as she speaks "your choosing adoption?". I nod slightly "I...don't know if I'll be able to have the baby and love it the same as bertie and Ray. It will just remind me of what happened since you know my genes don't come out strong in kids. It will just look like..her".

I feel tears forming in my eyes as I think about everything. I lay my head on Tish's chest as I break down. She sits me up on her and cups my face in her hands "you are okay mon cheri.im here..your okay. I won't let anything harm you again". I nod slightly as I relax against her.

1 month later...

I lean against my desk as I feel another contraction hitting me. I'm a little over 38 weeks and I've been having contractions for the last few days which has slowly been getting worse. I start to pack up my bag before sending an email to larissa telling her she will need to find a cover for me for the rest of the day. I head downstairs to my car and I drive to the hospital which is an hour away. 20 minutes into the drive my water broke.

When I get to the hospital I'm repeatedly asked if they would like me to call someone...which I refuse each time. Each time a nurse or doctor comes into my room I'm asked if they.need to call anyone. I end up just ignoring them whenever they ask.

After 5 long hours the doctor comes in and tells me it's time to push...which I spend 30 minute a doing. I let out a sigh of relief when the baby is finally out...but I hear no crying. "W..what's wrong..is it okay?" I question sobbing slightly. "She's okay. She just needed a bit of help breathing didn't you sweetheart" I hear the doctor say as I hear a cry which makes me cry more.

"Would you like to see her before she's taken away?" I'm asked. I shake my head not looking towards the baby. However I look over and I smile slightly when I spot she has the same coloured hair as me..not blond like Cheryl. I hear her starting to cry more as she is wheeled out. "Wait!" I shout banging my hand on the bed guard to get the nurses attentions "I..want to hold her".

The incubator is bring back into my room and I watch and she's took out..my daughter. She is passed over to me and I lay her on my chest. I stare at her features. She looks like xavier did as a baby. Her hand clasps onto my finger as tears run down my face. She's beautiful. She's mine. I don't know why I thought I could look at her and think about the rape..she just makes me think of how I managed to live through everything.

"Would you like us to take her to the adoptive family now?" A nurse asks. I look up as my daughters finger tightens around my hand as does my hold on her "I...I want to keep her. Can..can I do that..keep her?". The woman nods with a smile on her face "sure you can. You had up to the adoption papers being signed. Does she have a name?". I look back down at my baby's face and I rub my thumb over her cheek as I think "Adalynn..it was a name we thought of for my first daughter..but she suited raven more.".

The door opens as I'm pressing a kiss to Adalynns head. I look up and I spot my wife who looks stressed and out of breath. She opens her mouth to lecture me but stops when she sees the baby in my arms. She quietly walks over to the bed and looks down at her. "What do you think about keeping her?" I question. Tish grins at me "You decided to keep her..it's a girl?". I nod slightly "Adalynn Frump..has a nice ring to it don't you think?". She nods and places a kiss on my lips "it does amour..it does".