#annabelle dewitt

[ahistorart]

she's everything, and he's just booker.

[cardboard-aliens]

[solnczevorot]

the girl is the flame that shall ignite the world

[refined-rapture]

Part 2 to booker but wholesome and loves his wife

[columbia-1912]

Annabelle Dewitt

Imagine:

It's a cold, rainy night at the Dewitt apartment. Booker had just come home from a incredibly rough day with the Pinkertons. He walks in, and slumps onto the nearest chair placing his hands on his face.

"Is everything alright, honey?" Annabelle had asked in the sweetest kindest voice possible, walking out of their bedroom.

"Not exactly," was Booker's only reply. Annabelle made her way over to sit on his lap, resting her head gently on top of his giving him a long sweet kiss to his forehead. He let out a sigh, "I was fired from the Pinkertons. They said I was too rough. Too "monstrous." This whole day has been horrible. What are we gonna do Anna? We can't afford--"

Annabelle put her soft finger to his mouth, "Shhh." He grabbed her hand a placed a kiss on it. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. She was not worried about their current situation. She had the greatest faith in her husband. She cooed, "Would you like some good news?"

Booker humed as his reply and rested his head on her shoulder. He was happy enough now with her. What else could be good?

"Well," she began, "I'm pregnant."

[sailtheplains]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“You been a sport, kid. You shoulda listened to Dewitt. But, lucky for me you didn’t. I’ll be by in a bit to finish up. Tell that Comstock bitch to stay where she is, if you see her, kid. I gotta make sure I give her three for me. That little bitch won’t come back to life again. See you in a few, kid.”

[sailtheplains]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Why does this Cohen guy know you?” Jack demanded, still looking grim, bristling up.

Booker did a slight double-take at the venom in the kid’s expression. “I…” And then he looked back to Elizabeth. “Okay, I think at this point, we really have to explain.”

[unstable-reality]

I’ve been finding myself thinking a lot about Annabelle DeWitt née Watson.

Was her pregnancy difficult throughout? Did they spend those months with the threat of her death looming in the backs of their minds? Maybe they denied the possibility. Maybe Booker threw himself into his work, desperate not to think about it, his anxiety leeching through at the strikes and bolstering his brutality. But he hoped, and when it turned out to be as awful as they were trying not to expect, the last of his hopes died.

Or was it an easy pregnancy, and the complication something that arose at the last minute? Maybe the baby turned breech. Maybe she had an adherent placenta, and hemorrhaged. Maybe the shock of it, the unexpectedness, drove Booker deeper into despair than it might otherwise have (especially the latter. Imagine your wife delivering your child with no issues, and right when you think it’s over, that she’s in the clear...the placenta won’t come out, and she’s bleeding to death).

She was fine. She was supposed to be fine!

But she isn’t, wasn’t, won’t be.