A Christmas Party To Remember (Book 2, Pennywise x Reader)

Part One, Chapter 2- Long Rest?

It had been a few weeks, and Zoella was growing well.

But one thing was nagging my mind. Pennywise's long rest.

It had been over a month since he'd told me that he had to sleep for a god damn 27 years. And now he was a dad, he'd stayed awake.

I didn't know why, and it would be stupid to ask, he may tell me when he wants to. He could read my mind, couldn't he?

Thats another thing. He'd chosen to 'tune me out' and not listen to my thoughts anymore.

But I knew something was wrong. When I told him that the doctor was surprised at my miraculous recovery, he was all shifty.

Maybe that's because I nearly died. I dunno.

We kept the baby a secret from Charlie and Harry, mainly because Charlie was cranky as hell with her the one being pregnant now.

He came at night when the other couple were watching horror movies. While other mothers had cravings of chocolate or pickles, Charlie's diet was of poorly done horror. Oh, and drinking gasoline. She hadn't actually drunk any, but she loved the smell apparently.

We'd sit on my bed (me and Penny) with Zoella (I called her either Zoe or Oella) between us, snoozing.

We'd watch her, our eyes only on her. Chatter was light, like how she was improving ect. She was adorable.

One night, we were laid with her when I was thinking about how he didn't read my mind anymore.

He was talking about Zoe watching him before she slept, as if she knew he may not be trusted- he was joking as he said this.

"Hey, Penny." I looked up from Zoe for the first time that evening. "Can I ask you something?"

He also looked up, his blue orbs searching my (e/c) ones.

"Yes, lollipop?" He hadn't called me by a nickname since before I got pregnant. It was kinda nice to hear one.

"I just wanted to know...why do you not read my mind anymore?" He was about to speak, when I put a finger up to stop him. "And don't say it's for my privacy."

He sighed and looked down at Zoe, unidentifiable emotions flitting across his face.

"When I read someone's mind, (y/n), I can also see how close they are to death. Of course, they are usually very close when they talk to me. But you...you're....(y/n)...you're dying."

I sat up abruptly, and by some miracle, Zoe didnt even stir.

"DYING!?! But I'm...the doctor said I recovered!!!" I whisper shouted.

He looked up at me for just a second, before he let his eyes drop.

"I didn't want to know how close you were." He muttered, still explaining.

Oh. He didn't want me to die. And he especially didn't want to know when I'd die.

He wanted to be oblivious.

Tears pricked in my eyes. I'd been crying a lot, and it hurt the corners of my eyes when the salt water touched it.

"Why? Why am I dying?"

"I told you why. Your body is significantly weakened, and the doctors can not see it. I would make you like me but..."

A sudden dart of hope hit me. "Yeah?"

"You may not live through the process. It takes as long as I sleep for, and I was planning to take on the role as 'Bill' until Zoe is old enough to know about me."

I wiped my eyes. "So...you're not sleeping? So I'll not changing into one of you until our daughter is old enough?"

He nodded and turned to look at the clock. It wasnt as if he didn't already know the time, but he was looking at it pointedly as if to say 'its late I'll go now' kind of thing.

I got the idea and leaned down to kiss Zoe on the forehead.

"I guess I'll wait to be like you. When...do you think I'll..."

He seized up. "I don't want to know. But I could save you if its soon."

"How?"

He grabbed my hand without explanation and flipped it so he could see my wrist.

"I have to ingest a part of your flesh, and so do you. To become like me you have you become my equal."

My eyes widened as he leaned down and bit a small chunk from me.

I whimpered and looked at Zoella to calm myself. She looked so peaceful, sucking on her 500th pacifier. She always chewed it to a pulp.

Her hair glinted orange in the light and her dusting of freckles was tying her little face into beauty.

Penny pulled away from my arm and showed me his wrist.

"Go ahead." He murmured.

"But..isn't it..."

"Cannibalism?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded, and he chuckled.

"I am a completely different creature from you. It would be in no way cannibalism."

I sighed and pulled his wrist up to my lips. I kissed it before I bit down, as if to say sorry.

I opened my mouth wide and took a chunk from him. I expected to taste bland meat that hadn't been cooked, but instead I tasted chocolate and cream and cookies and every delicious that I enjoyed.

I couldn't resist a swallow. He gave a low chuckle when I unknowingly went 'mmmm'.

"That's what fear tastes like."

I raised my eyebrows as some blood floated from his wound. "Fear?"

He nodded and looked down at his wrist as it healed. Mine dripped with blood.

"Since you've begun to change, the wound should heal soon." He said, tilting my chin up and lowering his lips on my own for a peck.

I kissed Zoella's forehand and moved her browny hair a little.

Pennywise's gloved hands reached around and picked her up and got off the bed steadily.

I also got up- my mobility had steadily gotten better- and hugged them both.

"I...love you." I whispered into his chest.

He stiffened up, and I wasnt sure if he'd return the feeling.

"...I love you too lollipop." He leaned down and kissed me again, and I shut my eyes.

His lips disappeared, which meant he must have too. I sighed and found myself sat on the edge of my bed once again, just like the night of the Halloween party, just like the Thanksgiving party.

Talk about deja vu.