innocence - AHS ✓

episode nine.

—This one will be very short, but not too much happened in it. Please remember that the timeline is screwy and I can't begin to fix it at this point. Mainly because I'm lazy and it seems as though it would take some extensive thought and time on my end.<3—

It took a few weeks for the reality that their mother been sent away to an asylum to sink in, but when it did, Rosaline was disgusted with Ben. She was even more disgusted with herself, knowing that it was partially her own fault for convincing Violet to lie about the ghosts in the car, thus furthering the point to which Ben thought Vivien was crazy. Rosaline grew more hormonal with each passing day, or so it seemed to Ben and Violet.

In reality, Rose felt like she was going crazy. Not because of some man in a rubber suit, or the ghost of her husband's affair like her mother. No, her craziness was being caused by a dirty blonde haired boy that wore cardigans and only wanted to see her. By the time Constance was knocking on her bedroom door, Rosaline hadn't spoken to Tate in one month, one week, and three days. Not that she had been counting.

The fist pounding on the wooden door of her bedroom seemed to mimic the pounding going on in her head, and for Rosaline, currently, that was unacceptable. Standing up from where she had been laying down, reading, she stormed over to the bedroom door and flung it open, a grimace on her face.

"What could you possibly want?" She asked lowly, glaring up at the older woman, who appeared to be distraught with emotion.

"Did you know?" Constance asked, her voice breaking with emotion.

"Know what, Constance? Clarify, quickly." Rosaline ordered, putting one hand to her temple.

"Did you know that one of those babies inside your mother is my sons?!" Constance cried out, covering her face with her hands, causing a sigh to escape Rose.

"Yes." Rose said simply, then took a step back and swung the door closed, only for it to be stopped by Constance's hand flying out, her palm smacking against the wood.

"You knew?" Constance asked, a look of disbelief on her face. "This entire time?"

"Yes, Constance, I've known the entire time. And if you think you're getting your hands on either one of these babies, I'll tell you right now that you're sorely mistaken." Rose said, about to continue when the voice of Tate cut through their conversation.

"What are you doing up here?"

Turning around, Constance looked at her son with a disappointed expression, then glanced back Rosaline before looking to her stomach, then left the house.

"Rosaline..." Tate started, only to stop when he saw Rose looking the opposite direction from him. His eyes filled with tears again.

"Come on." She whispered, then turned and walked into her bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Once inside the room, she immediately sat on the edge of the bed, only looking up when she heard Tate's hesitant footsteps stop a few feet away from her.

"Rose, I am so sorry. I never meant to... I never meant to lie to you, I just didn't wanna stress you out anymore, and I'm sorry. I should have told you. Please, I love you." Tate said, his voice cracking a few times with the emotion his words held.

Looking up at Tate, Rose bit her lip. "It's okay. Come here." She said, motioning for him to join her on the bed as she scooted back and leaned against the headboard. The tears glistening in his eyes didn't subside as he climbed onto the bed.

The two of them hesitated in their movements to touch, but once they were side by side, in each other's arms, the hesitation left them. They practically melted into each other as they became wrapped up in each other's scent, the feel of each other's clothes and skin brushing against them. For the rest of the night, that was all they did. And for the following weeks, when Rose wasn't eating her weight in food, being checked on by Ben, or casting Hayden away, that was what they did. Simply enjoying each other's presence.