innocence - AHS ✓

episode twelve.

Three months had passed since the death of Vivien, and the birth of Eli and Michael. Three months of Ben being a devastated mess, and Tate having to hide more often than he had before. And while Ben was out of the house, getting Vivien's baby from Constance, Rosaline carried little baby Eli into the kitchen, where her mother and Moira were gathered around the island.

"He'll be back in a few minutes. I just thought I would come and see how you girls are doing, let grandma hold little Eli for a little while." Rose teased Vivien, smiling as she handed her baby to her mother, who scoffed at the term but smiled at the baby.

"You know I hate that title." Vivien said, rolling her eyes as her daughter walked over to the counter and picked up a banana, something quick that she could eat.

"I know, but I mean, you are a grandmother now. Why aren't you showing yourself to Dad, by the way? You're always... Hovering." Rose said, peeling the banana and taking a bite out of it.

"I am not hovering." Vivien defended, causing Moira to chuckle into her cup of tea.

"You're hovering, dear." Moira said quietly, looking at Vivien and the baby.

"Okay, maybe I am, but, I just... I can't help it. I know you don't approve, Moira." Vivien said, then the group of girls heard the front door open, and Rose quickly came over, tossing the banana onto the counter before taking Eli back into her arms.

Soon enough, Ben entered the kitchen, carrying Michael in the car seat before setting it on the counter as he grabs a bottle of formula and glances over at his daughter.

"Who were you talking to?" Ben asks his daughter quietly, walking toward the microwave with the bottle. Rosaline hears Vivien and sees the two ghosts, but knows that her father doesn't, and that her mother doesn't want him to see her.

"Maria. The nurse that helped me deliver Eli." Rose covered, watching as her father turned from the microwave to make his way over to the sink.

It wasn't long before Rose took the silence that Ben responded with as he began feeding Michael to heart, and quietly left the kitchen, casting a single glance back at the women still standing there before heading upstairs to her bedroom. Once there, in the comfort of the place she had spent so much time in, Tate appeared, and he smiled at the two of them before walking over and taking Eli into his arms, looking down at his son.

"Hey there, ya little munchkin. How ya doin' today, huh? You bein' good for mommy? Yeah, I know you are." Tate said, talking to his son as he carried him back and forth in the room, bouncing him gently to help him go to sleep. "You gotta be a good boy and get some rest. We don't want you to be a cranky boy, now, do we mommy?" Tate asked softly as he looked over at Rose, who was smiling at the scene before her.

"No, we certainly don't." She said, walking over and pressing a kiss to Tate's lips before looking down at Eli, who seemed to be nodding off as he watched his parents silently, his little hand movements slowing down before stopping as he drifted to sleep.

"There we go." Tate whispered, putting Eli gently down into the crib that sat next to the bed.

"Tate. It's the last day." Rose whispered, her eyes filling with tears. Tate looked back at her, tears filling his own eyes as he nodded.

"I know." He said quietly. "But I know that I'll see you again... I will." Tate said with a quiet determination in his voice, walking over to Rosaline and grabbing hold of her, hugging her against his body tightly.

The two of them stood like that for a while before they sat on the edge of the bed and just cuddled up next to each other, spending their remaining time enjoying each other's presence.