Dear Reader, this is the continuation to my other story A Girl, A Wizard and A Drink. If you haven't read that, please do before reading this one. Thanks soo much. Please Enjoy. -Samantha1105 (BTW, I own none of the characters or themes in this story for whatever I may write in the future, just a supporting fan! ^_^)
-Chapter 1, Family Matters-
"I'm on my way home now. Please, just put the chicken in the oven to start cooking. NO MAGIC! I can tell when you use it cuz the food tastes weird when you do!" I was driving home from work at a fast speed. I knew if I didn't get home soon, dinner would be on the table in a snap, literally. Kyle was too lazy to cook, so he would just conjur up a meal that after eating, would make me sick. I pulled into the driveway and ran up the steps to the front door of our house. Once the door was opened, I sprinted to the kitchen to check the oven.
"KYLE! COME DOWNSTAIRS! NOW!" The ckicken wasn't there. Slowly, Kyle made his way into the kitchen.
"Hello, love."
"Don't hello love me! Where's the chicken?" He played with his fingers. Typical Kyle. I sighed. "You know Rosaline shouldn't be eating so much magic food Kyle."
"Yes, yes! I know. Am I not her parent as well?"
"You know what can happen then! We don't want her to have any-"
"Magic, I know. We want her to be a normal child. I know."
"Then put the chicken in the oven!"
My pride and joy, Rosaline, was born normal. When she was an infant, she was taken to a magic hosptial to be checked for any trace of magic. She had none which was exactly what we wanted. Rosaline is three years old now. Her hair is red like her father's own. Her eyes are green and slightly slanted like mine and her skin is freckled. To me, she got the best of us both. Although I think she may need braces in the future since her teeth have been growing in rather crooked.
"MUM!,"she called for me. She skipped into the kitchen and hugged my waist. "Mum, your home! Hi mum!"
"Hello Rose,"I smiled. I picked her up and moved a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Mum, look what I drew!,"she said. She held up a piece of baby blue construction paper. On it was a picture of three stick figures and under each was a name, Mom, Dad, and Rosie. I kissed her pink cheek.
"I love it Rosie!,"I smiled. She giggled.
"Yay!,"she laughed. I set her down.
"Why don't you and daddy put that piece of art on the fridge,"I suggested. Rosaline ran to Kyle, who welcomed her with opened arms.
"Help me daddy! Help me please."
"Of course love,"he replied leading her to the fridge. He helped her pick out a magnet and together, they set it on the fridge. Rosaline clapped her little hands.
"Pretty!,"she giggled. Kyle nodded. Life in our house was smooth and easy. Since Rosaline was our only child, she got our attention whenever she pleased. Kyle wanted her to be a child of many talents, so we started teaching her piano early and introduced her to literature and science. I work at the local medical center in the baby nursery where I tend to newborn babies. Kyle stays at home and works on his studies since he's still in school for magic. About five years ago, when I was nineteen, I moved in with Kyle at his house. Since then, I changed most of how it looks. The only dark room in the house is the study and the brightest is Rosie's of course. Every once in a while, my parents stop by to watch her, which she loves. But she loves it the most when her two uncles come over for dinner.
"Mum, when will they coming?" I giggled.
"Soon love."
"Soon, now?"
"No honey, soon later." Rosaline stomped her feet on the floor.
"Tell them to HURRY UP!,"she screamed. Her father's short temper. I crossed my arms.
"Enough of that!,"I shouted,"Someone needs a time-out! While I set Rosie in her high chair, Kyle burned his hand when he touched the hot metal tray the chicken sat on.
"SHEEP SHANK!,"he yelled. I slapped his arm.
"Whatch your mouth!,"I yelled back,"You should have used an oven-mitt!"
"I should have used MAGIC!" I gasped. That word wasn't used in this house. It was also NEVER used around Rosaline, and it didn't exist to her. Rosaline looked up at the yelling. I covered Kyle's mouth.
"How dare you say that word,"I whispered. His eyes grew and he moved my hand away from his mouth.
"My goodness, I hadn't realized." I grabbed an oven-mitt and pulled the tray out of the oven. I glanced at Kyle.
"We will talk about this later,"I added. He said nothing and turned to his daughter.
"Come hither Rosaline, let's get you washed up."
"Can I wear my sailor dress daddy?"
"No Rosie, the gold one tonight." As he carried her down the hallway, Rosaline screamed. She was very close to Kyle. So close, she had taken on to his accent. Don't get me wrong though, she was close to the both of us, it's just a case of "daddy's little girl". I sipped tea to drown out the pain of my headache that was forming. After a few minutes of crying, Rosaline was back with her little gold dress and two long and curly red ponytails. She was wearing her favorite gold "princess" socks and gold shoes. I placed her in her high chair.
"I look like a princess,"she said to me. I nodded.
"Because you are! Your princess Rosie!,"I cheered. She clapped her hands.
"Pretty,"she added. Kyle joined us in the kitchen with a smile on his face.
"And you said I don't know how to dress her,"he laughed,"Well look, she's all matching and your covered in chicken grease. ZING!" I chased him around the kitchen counter. We laughed and Rosaline clapped and screamed. The doorbell interrupted all the madness. I gasped.
"Get the door Kyle. I have to get changed!" I ran upstairs. Kyle groaned. I knew he didn't want Rosaline's uncles over, but she loved them and so did I. Even at twenty-three years old, they still managed to stay the same. When Fanboy and Chum Chum came over, they would bring Rosaline comic books, toys and candy. On weekends, they would take her to the Frosty Mart for Freezy Freezes. Once I got changed, I headed downstairs.
"RIMA!,"Fanboy greeted. He was already carrying Rosaline, who held onto him tightly. Chum Chum hugged me.
"Hey guys!,"I smiled,"Come help me set the table." We headed to the dining room. Kyle dragged behind us.
"Please set my daughter down,"he said to Fanboy. I turned towards them.
"No!,"I shouted,"I allowed him to."
"But Rima, she's my daughter too!"
"WHO BIRTHED HER?" Silence. "OKAY THEN! Let him hold her!" We set the table and brought out the food. Finally, we all sat down.
"Rosie, say grace love,"Kyle said. Rosaline clapped her hands together and squeezed her eyes shut.
"GRACE!,"she screamed as loud as she could.
"Amen,"we all replied. Then the food was passed around.
"Can you believe Rima didn't let me use M-A-G-I-C?,"Kyle complained. Fanboy raised an eyebrow.
"What does that spell?,"he asked. Kyle frowned.
"Magic,"I whispered to Fanboy. He smiled.
"Ooooh! The "M" word!,"he laughed.
"Yes you fool! That! She made me cook!,"Kyle said. Chum Chum laughed.
"No wonder the food tastes funny, Kyle cooked it,"he joked. We all held in laughs except for Kyle. I patted him on the shoulder.
"You know we all love you,"I said to him. I kissed his cheek and turned back to the conversation.
"Do you guys think I should change my name to FanMAN now?"
"Ew, no!,"I giggled,"Gross!"
"Gross!,"Rosaline repeated. Everyone laughed.
"That's right honey,"I said to Rose. She smiled an accomplished six-toothed smile and clapped her hands. Chum Chum tickled her, which made her laugh the cutest, squeaky laugh I have ever heard. It made us all smile.
"Man, Rosie's the BEST!,"Fanboy giggled,"How'd you get her anyways? When did the stork come to Galaxy Hills?" Kyle and I stared at each other and slowly went for our cups.
"Well, she's the best to me too,"Chum Chum agreed. Kyle smiled at them both.
"That's because she gets her persona from me,"he commented. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, including the horrid temper problem,"I added. The costumed boys held in laughs.
"NOW YOU KNOW THAT ISN'T TRUE!,"he yelled. I smirked.
"I know,"I replied,"Because it's a known FACT!"
"IS NOT!"
"IS TOO!"
"NO IT ISN'T!"
"YES IT IS!" Rosaline clapped her hands. Fanboy and Chum Chum hollared. Again, the doorbell stopped everything.
"I'll get it!,"I announced. I grabbed Rosaline and carried her to the door. My parents stood at the door with huge smiles.
"Hi honey,"my mother greeted.
"GRAND!,"Rosaline yelled. She held her arms out and my mother held her. I folded my arms.
"Why didn't you call before you came mother?,"I asked. They let themselves in.
"I wanted to talk with you and Kyle,"she replied,"Are you two busy?"
"Actually, yes. Rosaline is having dinner with her uncles." I took Rose back.
"But honey, we need to talk about the wedding,"my father added. I sighed.
"Now?"
"Yes now,"my mother interrupted. I looked at the ring on my finger.
"Fine,"I mumbled. I set Rose down. "Go get daddy,"I told her. She skipped off into the dining room. I headed to the kitchen to pour more tea for my parents. Kyle smiled a cheesy smile when he saw my parents in the living room. I held in a laugh as we all sat down. Fanboy and Chum Chum played with Rose as we all talked.
"Wedding talk?,"Kyle asked. My parents nodded
"You two are twenty-three years old now. A Rosaline is old enough to be a flower girl. We need to plan this wedding,"my mother complained. I rolled my eyes. I hated how she always took control of the situation. When I was sixteen, Kyle asked me to marry him. Crazy enough, my mother cried her eyes out for being soo happy. When I was twenty, Kyle gave me a ring. Once the ring was on my finger, wedding was the only thing on my mother's mind. It's annoying. Same with Rosaline. When my mother found out I was going to have a baby, she took things into her own hands. She even wanted me to name her MARGE! And the hospital was a total MESS! She kept bugging out and saying stuff like,"Breathe honey! Just breathe! Don't forget to breathe! Breathing is good! Almost there, just keep breathing!" I wanted to kill her at that moment. And now, my wedding.
"I was thinking, GREEN!,"she smiled. Kyle stuck his tounge out.
"Green?,"he choked. I shook my head.
"No mom. We're doing red and gold for the wedding,"I replied. My mother crossed her arms.
"But a traditional Japanese wedding calls for nature's colors,"she argued.
"We aren't having a traditional Japanese wedding!"
"WHAT? Rima, your family history has always had a traditional wedding. It's...it's TRADITION!"
"Mom, this is GALAXY HILLS! Not JAPAN! This is also my wedding not my family's. Stop telling us what to do!" My father and Kyle both sipped their tea in silence. My mother glared at me.
"Rima Mayabi Valentine,"she mumbled,"You WILL have a traditional wedding!" I set my tea down and stood up.
"You know what, it's almost Rosaline's bedtime. So I think it's time for you both to leave,"I growled, walking to the door. My parents followed me. My mother turned to me before heading out.
"We will talk again soon,"she said to me.
"Yeah, maybe,"I mumbled. I closed the door and locked it. Kyle hugged me.
"Hey, don't be upset,"he told me. I hugged him back. He giggled. "Now this is the Rima I know." I sighed. This was only the begining between me and my mother.