National Anthem
Chapter 4
Cw: mentions of pregnancy and childbirth. Mentions of death from childbirth and infant death
Slight Boardwalk Empire crossover
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Love is not as easy for her as one would think.
The witch likes taking things slowly, so slowly her lovers lose interest and leave.
Or have entire secret relationships with the cousin who you live with in Mexico City and most people assumed you’d marry because consanguinity isn’t still in the past especially in aristocratic families like theirs.
Jack is an attentive husband and keeps her in luxury and lets her revel in the part of her that craves blood and violence from time to time.
Eva is very fond of him and cares a great deal for him and likes the person he is in private, but she just isn’t sure if that is love or love love.
English only has one word for love. Spanish has two, querer and amar. One is stronger than the other and she can confidently say she likes him a lot(querer), the witch cannot have that same feeling to say love as in amar.
The answer to her conundrum comes as they ready the house for their first dinner with the neighbors.
There is a sweet and even tender side to him no one save Gina gets to see here. Here where they live rather richly and yet so simply that she couldn’t have it any other way.
Here where they pretend they are just another suburban couple expecting their first children in an idyllic neighborhood.
Here where they are hosting the couple next door and their son after Jack sprayed him with the gardening hose for looking at Eva’s ass ---or so he said.
Dinner had gone well.
Eva had hit it off with Helen, spoken some of her past and lied when little Bobby asked if had ever killed anyone in Mexico.
Now as they cleaned up ---despite his protests saying Alice, the maid, was hired for this--- the answer to her conundrum comes as he regales her with a childhood anecdote.
She would be lying if she wasn’t enjoying every second of this life in peace. Every second of being with him.
“I love you.” Eva says as the words come unbidden.
Had she taken longer, the twins would’ve been born.
“You’re only saying it to shut me up, darling.” He replies with that confident smile she’s come to adore.
“No, I’m saying it because I mean it.” Eva playfully flicked some soap suds toward him making him laugh.
“Took you long enough, I am fucking charm itself.”
“You don’t have to kill him, Jack.” She says after his new lackey has the audacity to flirt with her while visiting his office in Wall Street.
Really several months pregnant and Owen Sleater keeps thinking about fucking her. Eva would be flattered if it hadn’t come to annoy her.
It had started out as something Eva paid no mind to until the man started be too helpful to her. Then he started touching her, innocently at first and then lingering to the point it would be called a caress.
Jack had noticed it with displeasure, thinking about imaginative ways to rid himself of the man especially after Eva told him about Sleater’s unwanted advances.
“What do you suggest, Evie? Ringing up the Ulster volunteers I keep an eye on and leave the fucker tied with a bow for them?” he is annoyed at having to show mercy to a man who’s blood he wants to bathe in.
“Jersey, to your fellow Irishmen in Atlantic City. The republican you outbid for me.” Eva keeps it vague to make him ask why such a specific person.
Nucky Thompson had a purpose and when that was fulfilled Jack would take his crumbling empire and build up his. Nucky looked like he was on the way to greatness, like he had found a wife and a family he yearned for and as if karma didn’t have him on her list.
Owen Sleater would ruin his marriage by doing what he tried to do with her. Only Margaret Shroeder would be vulnerable enough to be swayed by his charms.
No matter, Enoch Thompson deserved it. That and so much more.
“Tell me why, and I’ll see if I can arrange it.” Jack sat back on his chair as she grew comfortable on his lap.
“He’s gonna fuck his wife.”
And sure enough, Owen Sleater is handed back to John McGarrigle after the Nelsons arrange a little accident on his new bodyguard.
It’s the twenty-ninth of May when Joseph Patrick and John Fitzgerald are born.
The morning had been perfect, and had she not been who she was, she would have used the twin bed in the nursery that had been prepared beforehand to bring these two little angels into the world.
If her new friends and neighbors had known she never planned on making use of it, they would have found it as strange as her and Jack eschewing the use of separate twin beds as all modern couples do.
Eva has a fear of giving birth at home.
Her sister, Felicidad, had died because they lived to far away from town and the doctor could not come quickly when complications arose. The baby had died less than a month after as if sharing her dead mother’s name had cursed her to join her in death
And while Eva had served as a midwife in her time as a nurse, she preferred being where an obstetrician and a surgeon would be a door away and not several miles away. Just as a safety precaution.
Thankfully, there were no complications and by noon their twin boys were sleeping in a bassinet by her bed.
“I would’ve killed them all if they’d stop me from being there with you.” He admits smiling softly at his namesake.
Just a week ago he had killed a man for calling him a potato digging bastard and yet here he was holding the smaller of the twins with such love and gentleness you’d never know his hands were drenched in blood.
“I know.” In her moment of need, Jack had barreled into the hospital room and dared them to pry him off her side.
He had encouraged her, yelled at her when she felt like giving up and promised to never touch her again when she complained about their boys having heads as big as his.
By the time they’d been returned to the maternity ward both witch and gangster had completely forgotten the awfulness of the birth.
“Your eyes rolled to the back of your head during that last bit, doll. Mind telling me what it was about?” He doesn’t beat around the bush; he’s been married to her long enough to know when she has a vision.
Once she fainted dead away in his arms, and one other time she drove his old model-t into a ditch.
“What do you think about doing this seven more times?” the witch asked hoping he’d say that was too many.
“Who are we to argue with the big man upstairs?” he answered with a proud smirk.
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I just-
I'm left so speechless by this show
*SPOILERS AHEAD*
So many parts of this season touched me in a way I wasn't ready for - and that's after having read the books!
One of the biggest ones was watching adult queers. Mr. Farouk - a queer educator who didn't realise it until he was in his 20s (I was looking into a mirror, y'all) Just hearing him talk about not having a youthful love teenage experience - that made me feel so validated. Yes, I'm in my late 20s and shouldn't be seeking validation from a fictional character, but oh well. As an openly queer educator, I felt seen for the first time.
The second gut punch was in the last episode. When Charlie opened about the cutting. Oh how I bawled. Not only because my heart ached for Charlie, but also because my heart ached for my teenage self. The only one hugging me at the time was myself. No one knew, no one knows.
This series is so important for so many reasons, and for so many people. I am so so thankful to be a part of a generation that gets to have this show as a safe space. And I am so excited that my students will have this as well.
(Yes, I'm that stereotypical Literacy highschool queer-friendly educator. Yes, I am the reason why my students are hooked on to reading Heartstopper. No, I'm not sorry)
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