"You have our numbers, right? And the police one? Remember that the girls have to be in bed at nine. Don't let Lily drink anything before going to sleep or you'll have to change the sheets before we get home. Oh, and remember that Sophia is allergic to peanuts, don't let her eat anything from the fridge without checking the ingredients first."

"God, Cordelia, it's not the first time they take care of them." Misty said, looking at her wife and then looking at the two teenagers. "It's not that they're going to sacrifice them to Papa Legba or something."

"Damn, that would be an amazing punishment."

"Queenie!"

"I was joking, Cordelia. I don't need Papa Legba's help to torment your children." the girl joked again, making Misty laugh. Cordelia rolled her eyes and smirked slightly before she and Misty walked to the living room and kissing their daughters' foreheads. The blonde six-year-old twins looked at their mothers and then went back to playing with their toys.

Although they loved their daughters with all their hearts, it was nice to spend some time together, without having to hear 'Mama I need to go to the toilet' or 'Mommy I'm bored' every two minutes. It was almost midnight when Cordelia's phone rang, interrupting the conversation that she and Misty held.

"Cordelia Goode."

"Cordelia, hi. It's Zoe."

"Zoe!" Cordelia exclaimed, instantly worrying. "What's wrong?"

"You have to come home."

"Why? Zoe, what's going on?"

"Your daughters are witches. Literally."

It had felt like a miracle when the doctor confirmed that they were going to have a baby, and when the following ultrasound revealed that the miracle had been multiplied by two the two witches almost had a heart attack. The same heart attack that Cordelia was going to have the moment she saw a fire truck on the road in front of their house"

"What the hell?" she said, taking out her high heels and running to the house. "Zoe, what happened?" she asked walking to the blonde girl. She was sitting on a bench with the twins, who were sitting next to her, looking at their mom with sleepy eyes. Cordelia hugged them tightly as Misty arrived next to them and did the same, checking that the girls weren't injured.

"A fire. That's what happened." Queenie said, approaching to them from behind. Cordelia noticed she had her arm covered with bandages. "Your freaking daughter Lilian was having a nightmare, and when we walked into her room the curtains were on fire."

"Lilian Rosemary Day, is that true!?" Misty exclaimed, looking at the little kid who smiled proudly.

"I'm a witch mommy!"

"I'm so proud of you!" the Cajun woman exclaimed, taking the kid between her arms. She knew that it was strange to see a kid use such a powerful skill at such a young age, she remembered Cordelia explaining that usually a witch's powers manifested for the first time when the witch was around ten years old. Her own powers hadn't manifested until she was in high school, and Cordelia's… well, Cordelia was in another league when concerning to suppressed magical skills.

"Misty!" she heard her wife reprimand her. "You, little lady, are grounded until you go to college." Cordelia said in a serious tone but with a smile on her face. She felt so proud of her little girl. She suddenly noticed that Sophia hadn't said a word or even smiled. She asked Lily and Misty to go inside and grab some coats for them, and then told Queenie and Zoe to go to back to the academy and get some rest. Sophia sat on the bench, looking at her feet. Cordelia kneeled in front of her. "Sweetheart, is everything okay?"

"Yeah." the girl answered softly.

"Darling, please don't lie to me. I don't need to read your mind to know something's wrong."

"Is Lily going to be your favorite now?"

"What? No! Why are you asking that?" the woman asked. She knew how her daughter felt, and it broke her heart. She had tried to let both of her daughters that she loved them with all her soul, equally. It was true that Lilian had always been a little bit more advanced than her younger sister in school, but Cordelia still felt like that wasn't the problem. She sat next to Sophia and hugged her. "Sweetheart, please tell me what's wrong."

"I'm afraid, mom."

"Afraid? Afraid of what? Oh my God, tell me Queenie hasn't told you the Descensum story again…"

"No. Queenie is the best nanny ever. And Zoe too. But what if I'm not like you, mom? What if I'm not a witch? Lily is the special one. She's always dancing and singing with mama. And you don't help her with her math homework as you do with me."

"That doesn't make her better, sweetie. Is it true that your mama loves to sing and dance with Lily, but she also loves to sit and read with you. And I don't help her with math because she's good at it."

"Mrs. Morris always says that she's smarter than me."

"That's not true, honey." I am totally going to kill that woman, she thought. I've spent my whole life believing that I wasn't good enough and I'm not going to let her do that to my girls. "Lily is as smart as you. You may not be good at math, but you totally rock at English! Remember that spelling bee you did last week at the school? You were able to spell 'snowflake' without making any mistake!"

"Yeah, but…"

"No buts about it. You, mi little girl, are great; and Mama and I love you and Lily equally. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise, okay?" Cordelia took her daughter between her arms and closed her eyes, hearing her daughter whisper a soft 'okay'. It was then when she realized something was happening. "Also, if you weren't a witch we would still love you, you know? But the thing is, I know you are a witch."

"Why?" the kid said looking up to her mother.

"Well, I'm not the one who's making the bench float a meter above the grass." Cordelia laughed, swinging her feet in the air.

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