One Year Later…

"Violet, is something wrong?" Tate was sitting across the kitchen table from his wife. He had taken notice that Violet had not been herself lately. She seemed to not smile as often. She would sit near a window and stare out of it for hours at a time. When he would kiss her, she would turn her head so that his lips met her cheek. He had no idea what was wrong with her, and it was starting to worry him. "Violet?" She slowly turned her head towards him. "I did something, Tate. I don't know how you are going to react when you find out."

Okay, now he really was panicking. "Vi, what did you do? I promise that I won't get mad. Just tell me."

"I don't know how this happened! It should be impossible. It is impossible!" Violet eyes were moving around quickly as she spoke in a rushed tone.

"Baby, you're not making any sense." Tate reached across the table to take her small hand in his.

"I… I'm… Tate, I'm pregnant!" Violet fumbled over her words before yelling at him.

If Tate was not already dead, he would have died right then and there. He stopped breathing and just stared at Violet. His brain stopped functioning. "Tate? Tate! Say something please!" He blinked furiously before placing his head into his hands. "How?"

"Are you really asking me to explain to you how babies are made?"

"No! Fuck… I mean how is this possible? Are you sure?" Violet gave him a "do I look like I'm kidding" look, and he placed his head back into his hands. "I started feeling sick about a month ago, and it worried me because dead people don't get sick. I was throwing up every morning. I didn't want to worry you so I tried to hide that I was sick. I talked to my mom about it, and she asked me if ghosts can get pregnant. I told her she was obviously insane… But it made me think. So I got her to buy me a package of tests. They were all positive." Violet sat in silence and waited for Tate to react.

"What… I… So you are like a month along?" Tate was still so confused as to what was going on. Maybe he was dreaming. Violet stood up from her chair and walked over to him. She pulled up her baggy sweater to reveal her stomach. She was normally so skinny that her hips bones jutted out past her waist, but now her stomach poked out slightly. Tate lifted his hand and placed it on her stomach. Violet gasped and jumped when she felt something in her move. Her wide eyes stared at Tate as his wide eyes stared at her stomach. "Did you feel that?" She asked him. He replied by nodding his head and removing his hand.

Violet released the end of her sweater and let it fall back over her stomach. She let out a small cry before turning away and walking out of the kitchen. Tate knew that he should follow her, but he could not seem to move. He had a million things running through his mind.

Violet had called her mom after she left Tate in the kitchen to tell her about feeling the baby move when he touched her stomach. Her mother told her that she would come visit her tonight and bring her everything that she would need to keep herself and the baby healthy. After Violet ended the call to her mother, she dialed the number for her next door neighbor. "I need you to bring the Craig's List psychic over here. Now."

Constance and Billie Dean were currently sitting in the living room with Violet. "I need to ask you something, Billie Dean." Billie Dean looked at Violet as if she knew what she was about to ask. Constance had been staring at Violet's stomach since she had entered the house, and it was beginning to freak Violet out. "What do you need to ask me, dear?"

Violet took a deep breath. "This is going to sound crazy… Can a ghost get pregnant?"

"I knew it! I knew you were with child. I could smell it on you as soon as you opened the door." Violet was taken aback at Constance's outburst. Billie Dean gave Constance a look before she turned her attention back to Violet.

"My, my. I have only heard stories… I never believed them until now. It seems impossible that someone who is not apart of the living could conceive a child." Billie Dean was speaking mostly to herself.

"What happened in the stories? How is this possible?" Violet was urgently trying to bring Billie's attention back to the important matter at hand.

"The stories… Oh right. Yes, the stories. In the stories I have heard, the pregnancies are short and painful. The duration is around 5 months, and the mothers lose most of their energy and feel great amounts of pain. When the babies are born… They are dead. I mean, they are alive in the sense that they act the same way as a regular newborn, but they are ghosts. The stories describe that the children grow to about age 5 before they stop and stay at that age for forever. This is very rare, yes. It is a gift, Violet."

The only part that Violet was focusing on was the part about the great amounts of pain. How could that be a gift? Her attention was brought back to the room when she saw Tate appear by the door. Constance saw him as well and ran up to him. She threw her arms around him. "Oh, you wonderful boy! You are being blessed with a child! I am going to be a grandmother. Oh my boy!" Tate allowed his mother to fawn over him without any kind of reaction. Violet and Billie Dean moved to stand at the same time. Violet thanked her for coming over and explaining the situation to her. Constance hugged Tate one more time before wrapping her arms tightly around Violet. "Who knew that you would be the person to bring me so much happiness, Violet?" Violet tried to smile at her, but it came out as more of a grimace. Violet showed Billie Dean and Constance to the door and thanked them again for their help.

Violet did not return to the living room. She was not in the mood to deal with Tate. She did not know how to react to the situation that she was in, and she knew that Tate had no idea how to react. She ended up lying on her bed, staring at her stomach. Her thoughts were completely jumbled. How was she going to take care of a baby? Was she ready to be a mother? Did Tate hate her because of this? She placed her hand on the bump of her stomach and felt the baby move towards her hand. She took her hand off of her stomach for a moment before putting it back. The baby moved again. A smile spread across Violet's face. This was her baby. She made up her mind right then and there. "No matter what happens, I will always protect you and love you." She whispered.

Her mother arrived later that day. She had brought over a large bag of food, vitamins, and baby books. "Mom, I'm dead. I don't think the food and vitamins are going to be of much help."

"You can never be to careful when you are pregnant." Her mother told Violet about eating healthy and what she can do to stay in shape, and Violet told her mother everything that Billie Dean had told her about ghost pregnancies. Vivian constantly told her daughter how excited she was and how the baby was a gift. Violet was finally starting to agree with her mother. The two women talked for hours before her mother had to go back to her own house.

The Murder House seemed very quiet that night. Violet was standing by one of the windows in the living room when Tate finally decided to talk to her. He walked up behind her and tried to wrap his arms around her small frame. She immediately pushed him away and turned to face him. "You hate me now, don't you? You hate our baby too! You son of a bitch!" Tate moved towards her and grabbed her arms. "No. No! I don't hate you or the baby!"

"The baby. THE baby. It is OUR baby, Tate! Not the baby." She tried to push him away from her, but his grip was strong. "I didn't ask for this! I had no idea that I could get pregnant. I was perfectly happy with just you. But now, I want our baby, Tate. I had no idea what I was missing until I was given something that I never knew I could have!" Violet felt tears running down her cheeks. She felt light headed and started to sway. Tate pulled her towards him before she could fall. He moved both of them to the couch.

"Tate… I want to be a mom." Her voice sounded so small to his ears. "Violet. I love you. I am sorry about how I acted today. I was in shock. This seems so crazy. But… I want our baby too. I am happy. I promise." His smile was genuine. He slowly lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle and loving. He wrapped her into his arms and held her close to him. "This is going to be an incredible journey."

The pain started the next week. Violet had to stay in bed all of the time because she cried out whenever she moved. Tate felt hopeless because he could not stop her pain. He had tried everything, but nothing seemed to work. Violet cried a lot from the pain. Tate stayed at her side until he would annoy her, and she would send him away. She was sending him away a lot more often the further she went in her pregnancy. She didn't mean to get upset with him, but her emotions were running crazy. Violet's mother visited her every other day, and her dad accompanied her occasionally. He did not like seeing his daughter in pain. The ghosts were helping as well. They were all excited about having a baby in the house. Charles was taking care of all of Violet's medical needs because they could not bring in a doctor that was alive.

Finally the time came for Violet to give birth. Tate was sitting beside her. She was gripping his hands so tightly that his fingers were turning numb. Vivian sat on the other side of Violet and was running a damp cloth along her face and neck. All of the ghosts, besides Charles and the nurses, were waiting in the adjacent room with Ben and Constance. Ben would wince every time he would hear Violet scream.

After an hour of screaming, crying, and pushing, Charles announced that Violet and Tate were now the parents to a beautiful baby girl. Violet reached out her arms to take the baby from him. "Our baby girl." The smile of Violet's face reached from ear to ear. Tate leaned over and kissed her cheek. "She is perfect."

5 Years Later…

"Happy Birthday, Lilly!" The entire backyard erupted into cheers. Violet and Tate each placed a kiss on their daughter's cheeks.

Today was Lilly Adelaide Langdon's fifth birthday. Her parents had surprised her with a big party in the backyard. All of the ghosts had come out to celebrate, along with Constance, Vivian, Ben, and the twins. Lilly was currently playing on her birthday present, a huge swing set with 4 swings, a slide, and a fort. Ben and Tate had been building it for the past 3 weeks and had finished yesterday.

Violet was sitting on one of the swings, watching her daughter play with the twins. She was lost in her own thoughts. She was thinking about how lucky she was. She had found the love of her life in Tate. She had a beautiful daughter. Lilly had light blonde hair like her father and big brown eyes like her mother. The past five years had been amazing. When Lilly was a baby, Vivian, Nora, and Constance were always near Violet to help her with anything. Violet was grateful for the help from the women. Violet was so thankful to have her baby girl. Lilly was so smart and funny. She had also inherited Violet's wit and Tate's love for the little things in life. Everything interested her, especially the birds that would fly around the back yard.

Violet was pulled from her thoughts when she felt the swing that she was sitting on being pulled backward. Her back rested against Tate's hard chest. "I love you." He whispered into her ear. She smiled. "I love you, too." He wrapped one arm around her waist and gently grabbed her chin with the other. He pulled her lips to his and gently kissed her.

"Ew! Mommy and Daddy, stop!" Lilly was making a face at her parents. Tate let go of Violet and crouched down. "Fine, but I'm going to kiss you instead!" Lilly took off running and Tate ran after her. Her scooped her up in his arms and placed kisses all over her. She was laughing and wiggling all around. Violet laughed at the scene in front of her. Tate was an amazing father. He loved to go outside and watch the birds with Lilly. He tucked her in every night and read poetry to her. Lilly had him wrapped around her tiny finger. Anything that she asked for, he would get for her. She had two rooms in the house that were full of toys and clothes that her daddy had gotten her.

Violet stood up and walked over to the two most important people in her life. Tate moved Lilly into one of his arms so that he could wrap the other around his love. She tickled Lilly's tummy, making her giggle. "I have the best mommy and daddy in the whole world!" Violet and Tate smiled at each other. Life was good.

Here we are at the end. I can't believe that it is over. I have to admit that I almost cried when I realized that I was ending this story. I love it so much. It is my first story that I have ever written. I hope that you enjoyed the final chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you to everyone that has read and reviewed this. You are too amazing for words!