Okay, so maybe it won't explain everything. But here it is! Sorry if it's rushed, I just wanted to get this chapter over with! Oh, and read at the bottom for a little contest I'm having. Hope you enjoy!
One Month Earlier
"Sabrina!" Daphne yelled, walking through the half-open screen door; she'd just gotten off the bus, and the smell of moldy cheese and B.O. still clung to her clothes, "Sabrina, where are you?"
"Back here," she heard her sister call softly from somewhere outside.
Daphne decided to leave her sister alone for a while. She was always complaining about how annoying and loud everyone in the house was; but that was just Sabrina—if she yelled at you, that only meant she loved you.
The dark-haired girl giggled, throwing her book bag haphazardly on the kitchen table and grabbing herself a juicy, red apple. She knew it was stupid, but she always liked to think of herself as Snow White; no, not the karate teacher she knew; but the Snow White she read about when she was little. The innocent one with the pretty voice, who was saved by her very own handsome prince. And since she had dark, wavy hair, pale skin, and red lips, she was perfect for the part!
"Come on outside, Daphne." Sabrina called; there was something different about her voice, like she was contemplating something.
"Okay," Daphne bit down on the apple and chewed with her mouth half open—very princess-like. Then she licked the juice off her lips and ran outside into the backyard.
"Sabrina, I have to tell you about this—" she stopped dead in her tracks when she took in the sight in front of her.
Sabrina stood still, her head tilted back, letting the breeze lift her hair, almost like it was defying gravity. The sun shone directly on her figure; and, in the light, she looked ethereal, and beautiful. But when she turned to face Daphne, her deep blue eyes were oddly detached.
"What were you going to say?" there was that voice again, like she was pondering something.
Daphne took a small step forward, trying to find her sassy, moody sister in this silent ghost of a body, "It was nothing." She crossed her arms against her chest, feeling suddenly unsure of herself. Something wasn't right; she could feel it in the air, in everything around her.
"Come, sit," Sabrina patted the spot next to her as she dropped to the earth, staring into the forest.
For the longest time, they didn't say anything; only looked at the landscape. It should have been peaceful and relaxing, but to Daphne it felt all wrong. They should be laughing at Puck's stupidity, or trying to figure out what Granny had put in her latest recipe. But they were silent.
"Why did you want me to come out here?" Daphne tried to keep her voice strong and cheerful, but it wobbled and cracked with emotion instead.
Sabrina tilted her head to the side, staring at Daphne with her wide blue eyes; "I wanted to tell the whole family this at once, but I'll tell you first." She stopped, biting lightly on her lower lip, "You know, maybe I shouldn't; you were never very good at keeping secrets."
Daphne breathed in a sigh of relief; her sister was back to normal! "Tell me!" she played along, "Tell me now!"
"Alright, Daphne," she took a deep breath, smiling, "I'm pregnant!"
Daphne stopped fake-whining, eyes going wide, "…you're…preggers?"
Sabrina laughed, "I am."
"You mean you and Puck…?"
"Yes, me and Puck!" Sabrina blushed, slapping Daphne on the wrist.
Daphne took in her sister's bright eyes and happy smile, "You tricked me!" she accused, "You were all sad and thoughtful when I came out here; you had me worried sick! That someone died or something."
"I wasn't faking, I really was thinking about some things." Sabrina, subconsciously, started to rub her flat stomach with her hand, "Like how I'm going to tell Puck…and Dad." The two girls looked at each other in wide-eyed horror.
"I don't have a solution there, Sis. Sorry." Daphne started to crack up, "But that's what you get when you and Puck don't use—"
"When we don't use what?" Puck's familiar voice made the two girls acutely aware of their surroundings.
"When you don't use a lawnmower to cut the grass!" Daphne yelled just as Sabrina shouted, "When we don't use the same toothbrush!"
Puck raised his eyebrows, on the verge of checking them both for a fever; or sprinting back into his Sabrina's add-on to the house.
Last summer, when the two had gotten married, Henry and Jake had worked to build on a little apartment for the couple. Veronica had insisted they move wherever they wanted, but both Puck and Sabrina agreed that they could never leave the quaint little town of Ferryport Landing.
It was small, with three bedrooms, a living room, a family room, and two bathrooms—but it was home.
Finally, Puck decided on staying put; an idea was brewing in his mischievous head, "You just can't get enough of me, can you, Grimm?" he used her last name; a sure sign that things were not going to be good for his wife.
Sabrina rolled her eyes, "You were mentioned in passing, melon head—" Daphne had to stifle a giggle at their immaturity, "—don't you dare get too cocky."
Puck scoffed, "I'm sure you talk about me all the time, lard butt!" he tossed back another on-the-spot, insulting nickname, "You schedule when I take showers, when I wake up, when I go to the bath—"
"Not in front of Daphne!" Sabrina fairly flew from her peaceful spot on the grass and shoved Puck's shoulder.
"I'm seventeen, Sabrina." Daphne stood and brushed her jeans off, craving another apple, "I'm old enough to hear about his restroom habits." She sent a pointed look at her brother-in-law, thanking him for such a lovely topic—if you didn't detect the sarcasm, you need help.
"Daphne, let me handle this!" the couple had been in each other's company for all of five minutes, and they were already fighting. Still, Daphne supposed it was kind of cute. For them.
Puck let out another laugh, "Why's your face all red, Grimm? Do you have a confession to make?"
"Shut. Up!" she roared, tackling him mercilessly to the ground. They both landed in a small puddle of mud near the Grimm's pond.
"Look what you did, Puck!" Sabrina cried, flinging mud from her arms into his face.
"Me?" Puck cried indignantly, "You were the one that tackled me like some kind of baboon!"
"Only because you're such an idiot!"
"How am I the idiot here?"
"You told my sister that I spy on you in the bathroom!"
Each time one of them raged at the other, they would throw a clump of mud at the offender's face. A minute later, Sabrina's whole face was covered in mud; while Puck's chin-mud dripped down onto his neck and under his shirt.
And they're going to have a child? Daphne looked doubtfully at the wresting couple, That poor kid.
Suddenly, something dawned on her, "Sabrina!" she hollered, running toward her sister, careful not to step in any offending mud. She, unlike her family, had some idea of self-preservation.
"Aren't you going to hurt the—"
Sabrina stopped fighting, looking wide-eyed at her sister; trying to tell her to shut up. In that split-second, Puck turned them both off-balance, and they went rolling down the hill; quickly.
"Oh my…" Daphne felt herself panic. The baby! Didn't I read somewhere that if you put too much pressure on the stomach it could die? Puck didn't know! He…he killed his own baby! All because we didn't tell him! "I'm coming!" she shouted to no one in particular. Her dark hair flew behind her as she dashed downhill.
"We're okay!" Puck said lightly, not seeming to realize the damage that could have happened to his wife.
Sabrina stood, soaking wet in pond-water, "Robin Goodfellow." Her teeth were clenched, and fire burned in her eyes and out her ears. Literally.
Puck turned sheet pale, "Y-yes?"
"What were you thinking?" she was still calm. But she would burst any second now. Both Daphne and Puck could see that.
"I was thinking we could have some fun!" he retorted, crossing his arms huffily, "Why do you have to get so worked up over small things? Are you mad about your clothes? We can buy you a whole new outfit if you're that prissy about it!"
Sabrina looked like she might tear his eyes out with her hands, but then she met Daphne's eyes and her body crumpled. She fell to the wet grass, staring up at Puck.
"Sabrina?" Daphne crouched by her sister, feeling horrible; Sabrina never cried. Not even when Snow White had died in Charming's arms. And that scene even made Puck cry, "I'm sure nothing happened." Her hand brushed her sister's hair soothingly, trying to keep her own voice gentle; even as haunting thoughts of what might have happened to the baby entered her mind.
Puck snorted again, even though he looked like he wanted to pick Sabrina up and carry her right back into the house, "Are you really that upset about clothes?"
"No, you dunce! It's not about clothes! I'm…" she hesitated, glancing at Daphne for reassurance; the brown-eyed girl nodded, her curls bouncing like springs, "I'm pregnant!" she covered her mouth and cowered back. Her light eyes sparkled with more tears now that the secret had come out, "I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant!" she jumped from the ground, spinning in tiny circles, "I'm going to have a baby!"
"Is she on something?" Daphne whispered to Puck, but he wasn't paying attention to her; his eyes were focused on his dancing wife.
"Are you…sure?" he murmured.
"Yes, I'm sure, idiot! I wouldn't lie about such an amazing thing!"
Puck grimaced, "So that means…I just shoved our unborn fetus down a hill…"
"Yeah, kind of." Daphne couldn't resist saying in a snotty tone.
Puck turned to her, smirking, "And you," he advanced toward her, "You didn't feel the need to tell me that before I shoved her down?"
"I tried, but—" Daphne tried to run away, but he caught her by her waist and lifted her onto his shoulder.
"Time to go for a swim!" he sing-songed, winking at Sabrina.
"No, Puck! This is a new shirt!" the pond was right in front her, she was dangling just feet away from a watery demise, "Let me go—"
The water hit her skin like icicles, and she shrieked in pain, "You little bastard!" she cursed, "Get back here! You're gonna pay for that!" wet hair stuck to her face, and her white camisole was suddenly see-though to her black bra.
Sabrina finally made it up the hill, panting, "Daph, are you okay?" she gasped, clutching her stomach.
Puck saluted Daphne with the middle finger, grinned, and swept Sabrina into his arms, "Don't run so fast," his voice was soft, breathing against her ear, "I don't want you to get hurt. And I'm s-s-sorry," he forced out the word, "For pushing you down. I had no idea—"
Her lips met his; shutting him up from his over-protective ramble, "I know." She smiled serenely, and they both felt completely content…
…for all of five seconds, until Daphne threw the pail of water directly at them.
"That's what you get!"
"Get back here, you little runt!"
"Stop it! The baby!"
"Not my problem right now!"
"Lieblings?" A soft voice from the top of the hill reached all three of their ears.
Granny Relda was standing with Henry, Veronica, and a stranger beside her, looking completely stunned. Veronica seemed to take that as a hint to carry on the conversation.
"Kids," there was hidden note of if-you-don't-stop-I'll-kill-you tone in her voice, and the three people in question all straightened up, "We have a visitor. It's someone you all know very well."
The stranger stepped out from behind her. Puck's eyebrows shot up, Sabrina gasped, and Daphne covered her see-through cleavage.
There, looking handsome and business-like, was Puck's very own brother—and Daphne's secret but long time crush—Mustardseed.
This is so embarrassing. I'm covered in water, and he can see my bra. Let me die! Let me faint! Let me—
His eyes locked onto hers, and she froze.
"Hello, Daphne."
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