Misty grunted as a little body threw itself onto their bed the next morning. She didn't open her eyes but felt little fingers open them for her, "Mama, are you awake?" Misty laughed and sat up with the girl in her lap.
"Yeah, sweet pea. What d'ya need?"
"Where's mommy?"
"Mommy had a meetin' this mornin'. Remember?"
"Oh yeah," Misty nodded, "I need breakfast," The swamp witch laughed and stood with her daughter in her arms before leaving the room.
"I can handle that."
oooOOooOOooo
"What in the world?" Misty looked up from the stove when Madison walked into the room, "Cordy's going to kill you," She felt a little body wrap around her legs and looked down at Calla, "You too."
"Nuh uh," Madison laughed and picked the little girl up before sitting down on a bar stool with her in her lap.
"What's your mama doing?" She whispered to the girl.
"She's trying to make breakfast," The girl attempted to whisper back and Misty laughed.
"I'm not great with the stove. Leave me alone," Calla giggled.
"I told her I'd eat cereal," Madison laughed and stood before grabbing a bowl, the cereal, and milk. She sat back down and placed the girl on the stool next to her before sliding the breakfast over to her, "Thanks!"
"You should probably clean that up, swampy," Misty glared but rolled her eyes and turned the stove off.
"You're probably right. Why are ya nice ta her but not ta anyone else?" Madison looked to the girl to her right and shrugged.
"I like her," Misty rolled her eyes.
"Fine."
oooOOooOOooo
"Where's Calla?" Misty laughed when her girlfriend came in the greenhouse.
"Maddi has her," Cordelia sighed, "I think she took her to get her nails done or somethin'," The Supreme nodded and wrapped her arms around the swamp witch's waist, "That's a weird relationship."
"I know. But as long as she's not being a bitch to her, I don't care," Misty laughed.
"Exactly."
oooOOooOOooo
Misty entered the Supreme's office the next day and saw her sat there with a blank look on her face, "Dee?" The Supreme continued to stared ahead and Misty rounded the desk, "Cordelia, look at me," Brown eyes finally met blue, "What's goin' on, darlin'?" The woman just shook her head as tears welled up in her eyes, "You're scarin' me, Delia," Cordelia gestured to an open letter on her desk.
Misty looked at her curiously before picking it up and skimming over it, "He wants her, Mist," Misty looked down into brown eyes, "We just assumed he was dead and he's not. He wants her," Misty sat the letter down and pulled the woman up and into her arms, "That's my baby, Misty. He can't have her. He has no right to her," Misty nodded and ran her hands over the Supreme's back.
"You're right, Cordelia. He doesn't have any right ta her. He wasn't there while ya were carryin'. He wasn't there through the cravin's and the mornin' sickness. He wasn't there ta see ya brin' her into this world. He wasn't there for her first bath or her first anythin'. He didn't hold his arms out for her ta take her first steps into. He didn't cry the first time she said 'mommy'. He's not her father, Dee. And he never will be."
Cordelia nodded as tears fell down her face, "God, I love you so much, Misty Day. So much," Misty just wrapped her arms more tightly around her girlfriend, "You're right. He's not her father. She doesn't need a father," Misty nodded, "But what are we going to do?"
oooOOooOOooo
Cordelia had gotten in touch with her lawyer and got some things rolling. She was now upstairs in the bathroom while her daughter splashed lightly in the tub, "You're supposed to bathe in it not play in it, little one," Calla looked up at her and held her hand out. Cordelia took it and the girl put a duck in her hand.
"Water's for playing. Mama said so," Cordelia laughed.
"Misty?" She heard some shifting in the other room before the swamp witch came into the room.
"Yeah, darlin'?"
"Is bath time for playing?"
"Of course it is," Cordelia laughed and pulled the woman to sit down next to her in the floor beside the tub. Calla smiled over at her and Cordelia saw her eyes starting to droop from being tired.
"Are you finished, Calla lily?" The girl nodded and didn't protest when her mother wrapped a soft towel around her and pulled her out of the bath, "Are you ready for bed, sweetheart?"
"Will you read me a story?"
"Of course I will, baby girl."
oooOOooOOooo
Misty walked into the girl's brightly painted room about an hour later. It was well past her bed time and Cordelia was never one to let her coax her into reading story after story. She pushed the door open and sighed at the sight. Cordelia was sat up in the girl's bed with Calla laid down next to her asleep. The story book was open in her lap and the Supreme was just staring at her daughter as she ran her fingers lightly through her hair.
"Dee," The woman looked up at her, "What are ya doin', darlin'?" Cordelia held her hand out and Misty walked over to stand next to the bed and take it.
"Look at her, Mist," Misty did. She looked at the little peaceful face that had stolen her heart the moment she'd entered the world, "Look at our baby. Our baby," Misty nodded finally understanding why the woman was in the girl's room just staring at her, "What would we do if he took her, Mist?"
"Hey. Look at me," Cordelia looked up into blue eyes, "He ain't gettin' near her," Cordelia looked back down at her daughter, "Let the lawyers do their jobs and this will all turn out fine."
"And if it doesn't?"
"Then we know where the fire pit is."
