-Chapter 2, The Flying Baby-

Early Saturday morning, I was awake dressing Roasline. Her uncles were coming over to take her to the Frosty Mart.

"Sailor dress?,"she asked, I nodded.

"Yup, sailor dress!" She clapped her hands.

"Pretty!,"she cheered. I put on her dress and buckled her Mary Janes. Then I set her down on the floor.

"Play with your toys. Mommy needs to make a phone call, okay?"

"Okay mummy!" I headed to the living room to call my mother. Today while Rosie was at the Fanlair, Kyle and I would be at the bakery tasting cakes with my mother for our wedding cake. My father decided it would be best for him to take a work day then to get in between an argument with me and my mother. Kyle tried to take a study day too. We agreed that if my mother acted out of line again, a little magic wouldn't hurt.

"Okay mom, I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes. Bye." Kyle walked into the living room with Rosaline's diaper bag and her trailing behind him.

"She's ready to go!,"he smiled,"But as always, those fools are tardy."

"They live five blocks away Kyle, give them time." He rolled his eyes and fixed Rosaline's hair ribbon. I walked to the front door with Kyle when the doorbell rang and answered it.

"HEY RIMA! HEY KYLE! AND HELLOOOO ROSIE!,"Fanboy greeted. Rosaline nearly leaped out of Kyle's arms at the sight of her uncles. Luckily, Chum Chum caught her before she fell.

"Frosty! Frosty! Frosty!,"she cheered. Kyle handed them her bag.

"Do NOT feed her flan, chocolate, peanuts, beef jerky, apple sauce, corn muffins, creamed peas or ANYTHING with coconut!,"Kyle shouted at them. Fanboy laughed.

"We know, we know. You say it every weekend,"he replied. With that, they headed out and we walked out behind them. Kyle unlocked our silver car and slumped in the driver's seat.

"Must we go?,"he whined,"Your mother is quite obnoxious." I sighed.

"I know,"I mumbled. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway. The ride to the bakery was silent. We were both probably thinking the same thing, about how my mother would ruin this for us too. Once we were in the parking lot, we headed over to the front door. Kyle held it open for me, which wasn't polite knowing my mother was on the other side.

"Oh, you made it!,"my mother smiled. Kyle and I plastered fake smiles on our faces. My mother lead us to a table that was made up nicely for the customers to eat at. She signaled us to sit with her as a baker placed down our first sample of cake. It was chocolate. Kyle hates chocolate cake. I turned to the baker and shook my head.

"Um, excuse me,"I started,"My fiance doesn't eat chocolate cake." The baker smiled at me.

"That's okay, we have many other flavors to choose from,"he replied taking the cakes back. My mother stood up quickly.

"WAIT!,"she yelled,"That won't be needed. We like chocolate cake." Kyle scrunched his nose.

"I despise chocolate Mrs. Valentine,"he mumbled. I crossed my arms.

"And what do you mean we like chocolate?,"I added.

"You know, all of us,"my mother replied,"Aren't we all choosing a flavor?" I clenched my fists.

"NO! ONLY KYLE AND I ARE! I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DO THIS!," I shouted. The baker looked shocked. Kyle held my hand under the table to calm me down. My mother gave me an angry look.

"Rima, I'm just trying to help,"she said. I shook my head.

"Your not mom. Your making things more stressful for me. Your not helping." She took a spoonful of cake and pushed it towards Kyle's mouth.

"TRY IT!,"she shouted. Kyle quickly slapped it away. The spoon hit the ground with a loud clank.

"HEAVENS NO!,"he screamed. I covered my ears so I wouldn't have to listen to the argument forming between Kyle and my mother. I was embarrassed, upset and disappointed.

"STOP! STOP IT NOW!,"I yelled. I grabbed my purse and stood up. "Kyle and I will do this another time! Forget this nonsence."

"But, magic,"Kyle whispered to me. I shook my head.

"FORGET THIS!,"I repeated,"Even THAT couldn't help my mother!" I tipped the baker a few dollars and walked out to the car. Kyle chased after me.

"Rima! You can't just leave your mum in there!,"he said. I opened the door and started the car.

"Watch me,"I mumbled. Kyle quickly ran to my side of the car. He was too slow though, I had already closed and locked the door. I pulled out of my parking space and began to drive away. I watched his disappear in my rear view. When I came to a stop at a red light, a few tears fell out of my eyes from the stress my mother had caused. I covered my eyes and quickly wiped away the tears. I heard a weird noise on the roof of the car and then a knock on the passenger side window. I looked over at it. Kyle stood in the middle of the street with his arms crossed. When the light turned green, cars honked at him to move. I unlocked the door for him.

"Rima."

"Kyle."

"Why did you leave me there?"

"I was upset. I'm sorry." I giggled slightly. "I knew I heard you on the roof of the car,"I laughed. He smiled.

"You know me too well love. Thank goodness for magic."

When we got home, I headed to the study to take a nap. I was in a dark mood so I sat in the darkest room in the house. Kyle followed me with a smile on his face.

"I guess I get my study day after all!,"he said. He sat down and a book floated over to him, landing on his lap. He sighed happily and read quietly. I groaned on the couch accross from him.

"How could you be soo happy?,"I asked. He looked up from his book.

"Because I don't dwell on past actions,"he replied,"You do."

"I do NOT,"I mumbled,"I just can't believe the way she embarrassed us!" He shrugged.

"It's your mother, go figure,"he giggled,"I'm glad my father listens to my requests and stays out of my life." I sat up.

"Your father?"

"Yes, my father."

"Why don't you ever talk about your parents? I've never even met them."

"And you never will. End of conversation." I stood up and walked over to Kyle. I pushed the book away from his face.

"Will they be at the wedding rehearsals?,"I asked. He shook his head.

"Never!,"he groaned,"You will never meet them and it's best if you don't.''

"But Kyle, I-"

"You will NEVER meet them! EVER!" I pinched his arm for yelling at me. "OUCH! RIMA, you know I bruise..."

"Why can't I meet them? This makes no sence." He sighed.

"They'll force magic upon our dear, Rosaline,"he told me. My eyes drooped. Magic was the biggest secret in our family. Having Kyle's side of the family at the wedding would be a nightmare.

"Oh,"I muttered,"But she has no magic. You told me you read her papers from the Milkweed Magic Center. She has none." Kyle played with his fingers.

"Uh..."

"KYLE? She has none, RIGHT?"

"Well...actually, just a smidge."

"WHAT?,"I shouted. I got really dizzy and my vision began to blurr. The last thing I saw was Kyle stand up quickly to catch me as I fell back. When I woke up, I was lying in my bed with a wet cloth over my forehead.

"Huh?,"I moaned. I had a killer headache. Kyle entered the room with a tray holding a tea pot and two cups.

"You're awake!,"he smiled. I frowned at him, knowing what had happened.

"You lied to me conjurer!,"I yelled crossing my arms. He looked down at his tray.

"I know. My apologies. I didn't want you to worry." He sat next to me. "It was foolish of me to keep it to myself though. I mean, sooner or later you'd find out. I'm sorry, really."

"Kyle, I need to know these things. I'm her mother." He didn't answer. I kissed him softly. "It's okay now I guess. At least I know." He kissed me back and handed me a cup of tea.

"Drink it, your cold." I did what he told me and handed him the cup when I was finished. "Very good,"he smiled. He set the tray down on the floor and lied down next to me on the bed. We stared at the ceiling, breathing quietly. I turned on my side to face Kyle. He did the same.

"I still can't believe you didn't tell me,"I said. Kyle sighed.

"I know, but she hasn't even been showing much. Only once when I caught one of her toys floating in mid air. But she wasn't aware of it,"he replied,"She is untrained and will stay that way. She doesn't need to know Rima and neither does anyone else." I buried my face in his chest, pulling his cloak closer to me.

"I hope she doesn't figure it out later. She's a smart little toddler already,"I sighed. Kyle pulled me closer to his glowing face.

"You worry too much,"he whispered. Our eyes locked instantly. I blushed.

"I-I know I do,"I stuttered. He ran his fingers through my hair.

"Don't,"he spoke. A smile spread across his face and warmed my heart. I don't know how he manages to do it, but he always finds a way to calm me. Why can't he do that for himself?

"I-I won't." Just as we were about to kiss, the doorbell rang. Kyle groaned.

"Curses!,"he mumbled. He hopped off the bed and ran to the door. Then I heard a bunch of screaming and Kyle shout out,"YOU BLOODY FOOLS!" I headed straight to the door to slap him. Fanboy and Chum Chum were having a good laugh when I got there, and hitting Kyle added to the laughter. Rosaline laughed too. I kissed her forehead.

"Thanks for watching her today guys,"I said to the costumed young men. They smiled.

"No problem!,"Fanboy replied.

"Yeah, we love Rosie,"Chum Chum added. I kissed them both and picked up my daughter. She hung onto me lazily. I handed her to Kyle. He smiled at her.

"Off to bed now little one!,"he said to her. She cried as he walked her away. Fanboy tapped me on my shoulder and I turned to face him.

"What's up Fan?"

"Guess what Chum Chum and I saw today?"

"What?,"I smiled.

"A FLYING BABY!,"they both laughed. My smile dropped.

"Huh? W-what baby?" They laughed again.

"As if you don't know,"Chum Chum giggled,"Rosaline was flying today!"

"Yeah, she was really fast and good at it too!,"Fanboy added. I gasped.

"WHAT! WHEN? WHERE?"

"Yeah. Today at the playground. She flew off the swings while Chum Chum and I were pushing her." My stomach dropped. I ran to Rosaline's room and swung the door open. Kyle was sitting in a rocking chair with Rosaline sleeping across his lap.

"KY-"

"Shhh!,"he pointed down at Rosie. I covered my mouth.

"Kyle,"I whispered,"I need to tell you something important!" He nodded and placed her down in her crib. Then slowly walked out of the room with me.

"What is it?"

"Well, Fanboy told me something about our daughter that I thought you should know." Kyle gritted his teeth.

"Did that idiot feed her raspberry flan?,"he asked. I shook my head.

"No Kyle. She kinda, sorta...flew today."

"Huh?"

"She was flying today Kyle! And really well and fast too!"

"Are you serious?"

"That's what Fanboy told me." He walked out to the living room. I followed behind him. The boys were chasing each other around the couch when Kyle jumped infront of them.

"STOP!,"he shouted. They rammed into him and landed on the floor. Kyle squealed with the weight of both boys on his fragile body. "GET OFF YOU SCRAGS!" They quickly pulled him off the floor and dusted his clothes off. Kyle harshly pushed them away.

"Please, tell him what you told me,"I said to them. Fanboy laughed.

"Oh right, flying baby,"he giggled,"Rosie flew off the swing set today."

"She was all WHOOSH and SWOOSH and stuff!,"Chum Chum added again,"It was soo cute!"

"She looked like she was having a good time!,"Fanboy smiled,"You should have seen her go!" Kyle held his chest.

"Gosh no...,"he mumbled. He looked at me. "Rima, I don't know what to say."

"Neither do I Kyle."