A/N Hey everyone! This is my first SG fanfic, so let me know what you think! I won't get a chance to update next week, I'll be stranded at a summer camp without access to a computer. If you notice anything glaringly awful, please point it out. Any questions about SG, don't hesitate to PM me! Bye, and thanks so much for R&R ing.
~SugahRush~
Happily Everafter
I tripped over the doorstep and almost nosedived into the hardwood floor of my parents' foyer. Almost. Fortunately, Puck was there and caught me before I fell. "Are you alright, Sabrina?" he asked. "I'm fine," I snapped, feeling determined to be irritable. I wasn't even sure why. Pregnancy is not for the faint of heart. Puck kept his arm around me, and I felt a little better. It was amazing. He used to be the bane of my existence, and now I miss him if he's gone for six hours. I took a deep breath and calmed myself, just in time for my little sister to wrap me in a huge hug. "Sabrina!" she cried. I staggered backwards into Puck, almost mashing him into the wall. "Daphne!" I replied. "How's the baby?" Daphne squealed. She was more excited about the baby than Puck and me. And that was saying something. She was so psyched you couldn't look at her directly without sunglasses. "He's fine. My charming wife, however, is a little worse for wear," Puck interjected, laughing. I would have slugged him, if Daphne wasn't still clinging to me. It was just as well, because just then my parents, Henry and Veronica Grimm, and Granny Relda appeared. "Sabrina! Puck!" Granny called. You would think she hadn't just seen us the week before last. After everyone said hi and hugged everyone else, Granny ushered us into the living room and handed out cookies. She lived with my parents now, because she was getting old, even though she didn't act like it. The house was plenty big enough, and everyone loved having her around so much. My mom clearly adored her mother-in-law. Granny is not the stereotypical mother-in-law. She's intelligent, funny, kind, brave, and her cooking has come a long way. The cookies were excellent. They tasted like tangerines or something, which was weird but delicious. We were all talking and laughing and eating tangerine cookies, and having a great time. Again, I'm amazed by how Puck used to be disgusting and repulsive and smelly, but now he actually makes very
interesting small talk. And he stopped calling Granny old lady. I never
thought she minded very much, but he stopped to be polite, and it was very
sweet of him. Usually he's not sweet to anyone but me, but he has a soft spot for Granny. And he still calls Daphne marshmallow. If her boyfriend is around, she pretends she hates it, but it reminds her of when she was little, and she likes it, I think. Ah yes. Daphne's boyfriend. As it turns out, Daphne is now dating Peter Pan. Puck can't stand it. Peter actually can grow up as an Everafter, despite the nature of his story. So he's about sixteen right now. I expect he'll get older as Daphne gets older. Maybe stay a year older. The funny thing is, Peter Pan has black hair and blue eyes. Most fairy tales have it all wrong, and so Puck is constantly being mistaken for him. He doesn't claim to be the spiritual leader of bad apples anymore, but it still bothers him. A lot. If he would wear less green it wouldn't happen as much. I tell him that all the time. But he doesn't listen to me. Actually, green is a good color for him, but it's also a Peter Pan thing. Just at that moment, Daphne speaks up. "Oh, Sabrina, Puck, I forgot to say, Peter is joining us for dinner," she said, completely oblivious to Puck wincing beside me and sighing loudly. "Oh, goody, everyone's favorite flying boy," he muttered. "The kid just can't grow up." Which was true.
"He's almost as immature as you are. And you have about 1,500 years on him," I said. Puck snorted. "Whatever," he said. Now he was the one determined to be irritable. I kissed him on the nose. "Come on, Puck, it's a week from Christmas. Give the kid a break," I said, applying to his better nature. I don't really like to see them fight. It can be funny, but on the off chance that Daphne marries the guy, I would rather he didn't despise my husband. Puck considers this briefly, then shrugs. "Fine. But only because you insist," he says, as if I asked him to go out with the guys wearing an evening gown. "Thank you," I say, trying not to laugh. After a few more minutes of chatting with my family, I hear the doorbell ring. Daphne jumps up immediately, looking excited. Was I that obvious about it when I dated Puck? I hope not. This is downright embarrassing. A couple of minutes later, I'm starting to wonder what the holdup is. Then Daphne and Peter appear in the doorway. Daphne's cheeks are bright pink, and Peter has lip gloss on his face. Aha. That is the holdup. I can't help but be a little annoyed at the guy. He's about 2,500 years old, and he was just making out with a fifteen-year-old. That seems a little wrong to me. But then, he was 12 for most of that
time, so I guess I'm being paranoid because my baby sister is dating. And come to think of it, I'm 20 and Puck is about 4,000, so maybe I shouldn't be so critical of Peter. Besides, Daphne clearly doesn't mind too much. My mom has a huge smile on her face. Apparently, she doesn't mind too much either. My dad, however, is frowning, and looks rather disapproving. So I'm not the only one who thinks Peter is being a little forward. Oh well. I'm sure my dad put him through the third degree before he let the guy past the entryway. How bad can he be? That question is a little painful. I can't help but think of Mirror. He was in many ways my best friend, and then it turns out he was the leader of the Scarlet Hand. I trusted him with everything. And he was pretty bad indeed. I shove those thoughts away. I can discuss Peter with Puck later. I know Puck is a little unfriendly towards the guy, but maybe we can have a logical, realistic conversation on the way home. I tune back in to the conversation. Everyone is talking about what we should name Isabel's latest litter of puppies. Poor Elvis had died three years ago, but we still had one of his puppies. Isabel hat been the runt, and no one thought she would live, but Daphne had adopted her as her own personal pet and she had turned out to be quite healthy, although a little small for a Great Dane. Isabel, apparently, was quite a flirt, because they had already given away three litters of puppies, and here was yet another. There were two boys and two girls. They ended up being named Snickerdoodle, Chocolate Chip, Gingerbread, and Cinnamon. Of course, the new owners could change the names if they wanted, but we liked to have something to call them. Puck turned to me. "Honey, have you ever thought about getting a dog?" he asked.
"A Great Dane? Are you nuts? The thing might be cute now, but it will weigh 400 pounds by the time it's full grown, and I don't want to have to walk it fifteen times a day!"
"I take it that means that no, you haven't thought about getting a dog?"
"NO! Maybe a small dog, but nothing huge. And not until the baby is at least three or four."
Puck sighed. He could tell I wasn't backing down on this. And he had to admit that now wasn't the best time to get a dog. The baby was due in four
months, and the last thing I needed was a dog. In fact, I had been feeling more and more tired and nauseated lately. No, the matter was not up for discussion. Puck looked a little disappointed, but he decided to defer to my wishes. He was doing that more often, I noticed. Can't say I was complaining.
And then it was time for dinner. It was nice to eat with Granny and still get normal food. I had lived under her roof for several years, and most of her cooking involved baboon spit or donkey hooves. It was pure torture, and yet everyone but me wolfed it down like they weren't going to see food again for a week. Daphne especially. And also Puck. But now, here we were eating pork chops, biscuits, mashed potatoes, green beans, and salad. The only weird item was this purplish sauce for the pork chops, and I decided to skip that. Everything was going just fine, and then Peter had to step in it. He was just sitting there next to Daphne, vaguely flirting, and then he asked my dad, "So tell, me, Henry, what happened to your father?" perfectly innocently. I don't know how the idiot didn't know, or why he was curious. Note his mistakes: 1) he called my dad Henry. He might be older, but he still looked like a teenager, and my dad did not like that. 2) He asked about Opa Basil. Big no-no! My dad just sighed. "It was a long, long, time ago, kid, back before I met Veronica, and I was dating Goldilocks. She wanted to see the world, and so I convinced Jake to work a spell that would shut down the barrier long enough for Goldilocks to get through. Unfortunately, there was a similar but smaller-scale spell around the insane ward at the hospital, and the Jabberwocky and Red Riding Hood escaped. My father was killed fighting the Jabberwocky." By the end of this, my dad was nearly crying. His eyes were a little red, and the pain he was in was obvious.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," said Peter, and he sounded sincere. Way to go, kid, just when I was thinking we might have a pleasant family dinner. Dad nodded, and composed himself. I sighed. Wonderful.