June 1987//

As each day of Fiona's pregnancy went by she became weaker and weaker. Her body was quickly taken from her. Her once thin figure was gone. The wardrobe that all of her friends envied was no longer enviable. It went from designer dresses to whatever she could find that fit. Fiona had never been so miserable. Everything she once loved to do she could no longer do. John was different too. It was as if Fiona was a different person to him. He showed no attraction to her. John no longer escorted Fiona to parties or gatherings for his music company. He'd come home late and pay no mind to his pregnant wife that had waited for him throughout the long work days. She yearned for his attention and love. She no longer received a goodbye kiss in the morning or i love you at night. Their child hadn't even arrived and their life had flipped upside down in the worse way possible. Fiona and John were not ready to be parents, they never planned to be. John made that very clear to Fiona.

John hadn't laid a hand on Fiona in months. She felt disgusted with herself. Fiona wanted to feel her husbands touch again. She was desperate to feel loved. Fiona stepped into her walk-in-closest attempting to find something that would catch John's eye.

She finally found a black silk robe that would fit her just perfectly. She then got dolled up and sat on her bed waiting for John's arrival.

When she heard the front door open she called John's name from across their one story home.

He walked in and paused for a moment. It had never been so obvious that he was uncomfortable. Fiona examined his profile then huffed.

She sat up front the bed and tied up her robe. "Could you make it more obvious that I'm a cow to you?" She growls. Fiona gets out of the bed and tried to make her way to the bathroom. John immediately felt bad. He grabbed her wrist and pressed his body up against hers trying to kiss her.

Fiona clenches her teeth and forcefully pushes John off of her. "Get off of me!" She says on the verge of tears.

John backs off and follows her back into the bathroom.

"Fiona, I'm sorry..."

"Do you still love me? Do you?" She screams

John clears his throat and nods. "Yes, I do still love you. Why wouldn't I?"

Fiona turns her body to John and sighs. "You act like you are disgusted with me. You never show me love. This is all your fault, you know? You did this to me! I didn't ask for this but here we are. While you are out doing the things we both used to do I'm sitting at home, all alone. You spend so much time at work. You no longer make an effort to come home as soon as possible. My life is gone. I'll never be able to do the things you and I used to do anymore. Travel the world, go to parties, and spend long nights out. It's all gone, and I'm scared." Fiona then breaks. It was never like her to do so. She always kept everything bottled in. Tears fell from her eyes and her mascara bled.

John slowly walked up to Fiona and held her hands to his side. With his thumb, he wiped off her mascara then kissed the top of her nose.

"Fiona... you're too beautiful to cry. I hate seeing you so distraught." He says rubbing the sides of her arms.

"I just want you to show me that you love me. Right now, saying it isn't enough for me." Fiona sniffles

John nods then kisses her cheek. He pulls the robe off of her shoulders and lets the black silk fall to the ground. Fiona stares at it then picks her head up to John who admired her body.

"Mrs. Goode, you are beautiful and I love you."

Fiona let herself fall into John's arms. In that moment it all felt okay. Johns touch was all she needed to let her body be free from all of the nervousness and stress. They ended back into the bedroom and didn't leave for the rest of the night.

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Fiona didn't sleep much that night. She woke up before sunrise. She prepared herself some tea and took her glass to the backyard. She sat down on a lounge chair and patiently waited for the sun to rise. Her feet were up and her head was back. The black silk robe was still wrapped around her body protecting her from the morning breeze. With her eyes closed shut, she could feel the presences of her lover. She slowly opened her eyes. John hovered over her and she smirked.

"Good morning my love. I hope I didn't wake you?" She says softly reaching for his hand.

He pulls it away with irritation then hands her the Nokia. "No, Robichaux's Academy did." Fiona widens her eyes. It had been months since she had received a call from Myrtle. She was currently the head mistress ever since Fiona left. John was the one who convinced Fiona to leave New Orleans and the Coven after her first marriage ended. He never wanted her to go back. He was always on edge once Myrtle called, he always wanted Fiona to himself.

Fiona clears her throat and holds the phone to her ear. "Hello?" She says as quietly as possible. She watches John walk back into the bedroom and she sighs.

"Fiona!" Myrtle exclaims

Fiona rolls her eyes "What do you want?" She snaps

"I understand that you are with child and... well you don't seem to care about your responseabilites as the supreme, but we need you back in New Orleans."

Fiona never took her role as the supreme seriously. Fiona never had a desire to stay and run the academy. The witches that came to the coven only intimidated her. Young, beautiful, witches with new powers. John was her way to escape.

"No, Myrtle! No, no, no!" Fiona says sternly

"God Fiona, don't you understand, your coven is failing. We have wit-"

Before Myrtle could finish her sentence Fiona hung up the phone and threw it on the ground. She rubbed her eyes then fixed her hair. She wanted to put the phone call behind her and go see John.

She slowly walked into the bedroom. John was scrambling through the bedroom. He was obviously on edge.

"John?" Fiona says softly

"Why would she call? The deal was we pay to keep that house running and she doesn't call! She called, why did she call, FIONA!" He raises his voice as loud as possible and Fiona stands there blankly.

John then tried to walk out of the room. Fiona stared at the dresser near the door. She pointed towards it, then the dresser was blocking the doorway. It fell, nearly hitting John. He takes a few steps back and darts towards Fiona.

"You do not speak to me like that!" She raises her voice just as loud. John had no control over his body in that very moment. Fiona had sat him down on the bedside. It was very rare that Fiona ever used her magic like so. Something just came over her and she couldn't keep it in.

"What did she want?" He says nervously, unable to get off the bed.

Fiona put a grin on her face then slowly walked in front of john. She cupped his cheeks with her hands and teased him, making him believe he was getting a kiss.

"You worry too much. She isn't making me come back." Fiona says sternly, squeezing his cheeks even tighter the striking him across the face.

"Now you... never speak to me like that again." She hisses

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