Present Day:

"I recall throwing more than a few pillows at you during that pregnancy," Sabrina said with a smirk as she sat on her husband's lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. "And as close I can remember it, you deserved every single one of them."

Puck laughed. "Yes, well—at least I got you laughing instead of puking. And in those days, that was an accomplishment."

Sabrina grimaced at the memory. "Yes, it was."

"Mom, Dad?"

Sabrina and Puck turned toward the sound of the voice that was calling to them from the stairs. There, halfway up the stairs, was Emma. "Yes, sweetheart?" Sabrina asked as she stood and walked toward the stairs.

"Um, Alison is wondering if there's any way to have her wings surgically removed."

Sabrina turned to look at Puck who had walked up behind her. He sighed. "I guess it's my turn, huh?"

"Seeing as I don't have wings? Yeah." Sabrina said with a nod.

Puck nodded as he called up the stairs. "I'm coming, Emma. Why don't you get your sister and meet your mom and me in our room, okay?"

"If she'll come," Emma called as she hurried back up the stairs.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of some way to get her there," Puck said with a mischievous smile.

"We are not encouraging that," Sabrina reminded her husband.

"Oh, we're not?" Puck asked with an innocent look.

"Don't play innocent with me," Sabrina said somewhat sternly. "You know Emma drives Alison crazy with her pranks."

As if on cue, Alison's angry tone came barreling from the teen's room. "MOM!"

"See?" Sabrina said with a sigh as she climbed the stairs up to her daughter's room.

"Can I help it if I get a little nostalgic every once in a while?" Puck asked as he unfurled his giant, pink fairy wings and flew up the stairs beside his wife. "I mean, you outlawed my slime bombs in the house. What else am I supposed to do?"

Sabrina eyed him with suspicion building inside. She'd learned a long time ago to be afraid whenever he said he was feeling nostalgic. "Did you bring something home that I'm not going to like?"

"You wound me, Sabrina," Puck said as he put a hand to his chest and pretended to fall down toward the earth in a dead faint. "Those were the tricks of a boy. Not of the King of Faerie."

"I seem to recall you calling yourself a king in those days too," Sabrina muttered under her breath as she walked to her daughter's broken door and knocked on the splintered wood. "Alison?"

"Whoa, what happened here?" Puck asked as he stood and looked at the damaged door. His wings had disappeared once again, and he looked like an ordinary businessman with blond hair and a dark suit.

"Mom kicked the door down," Emma announced proudly.

Puck turned to his wife who shrugged. "Well, Alison screamed, and she wouldn't open the door. I wasn't sure if she just wasn't in a position to open the door because some monster was blocking or not, so I kicked the door in." She turned a stern look to her younger daughter. "What did you do to your sister?"

"Me? Do something to Alison?" Emma asked as she feigned innocence.

Sabrina looked at her husband who instantly dropped his proudly mischievous smile from his face and became as serious as his wife. "Emma, what happened?" Puck asked. "What did you do to Alison?"

Emma opened her mouth to speak as Alison walked over to her mother. She was drenched in a sticky fluid that seemed remarkably similar to Puck's slime bombs from Sabrina's childhood. "Mom! It's bad enough that I have these—these—" It was as if sprouting wings had been the most traumatic experience in Alison's life.

Thankfully, Puck leaned in. "Wings," he prompted gently.

Alison's face became pained as she turned to her mother as if she'd committed the most unfathomable treachery known to mankind. "You told him?"

"Alison, sweetheart," Sabrina began with a soothing voice.

Alison seemed to have gotten over that particular betrayal quickly enough because she turned to her sister with a venomous eye. "It's bad enough that I have these—things—but then, she has to come and drop a water balloon on my head! But if it was a water balloon filled with water, I might be able to forgive her. But no, she had to fill it with some sort of disgusting slime! And now, I smell like I've walked a mile in the sewer!"

"More like two," Sabrina muttered under her breath. She put her arms around her daughter's shoulders and gently guided her to the bathroom down the hall. "Why don't you take a nice warm shower before we talk, okay? I promise it will help you feel better."

"Oh great," Alison said sarcastically. "A promise. That'll make it all better."

Sabrina bit her tongue as she retrieved a large, fluffy towel from the linen closet by the bathroom. She handed it to her daughter with a sympathetic smile. "I know it's tough now, sweetheart, but it won't always be like this. In fact, someday you might even miss this."

She won a disbelieving look from her daughter. "Have you ever been slimed with something that smells better than a dead rat?"

Alison slammed the door as Sabrina opened her mouth. "As a matter of fact," Sabrina murmured under her breath. "I have, and in those days I didn't always have access to running water."

Puck wrapped his arm around her shoulder and offered her an apologetic smile. "I already had a talk with Emma about cutting Alison a little slack—at least for the next couple of days. She said she'd try."

Sabrina buried her face in his chest wearily. "I don't think I can take much more of this tonight," she groaned.

"Here's an idea," Puck said with a smile. "Why don't you go take a bubble bath, I'll call for some Chinese food and keep an eye on Emma, and when you and Alison are relaxed, we'll all meet on our bed for a chat? Sound good?"

Sabrina looked into her husband's eyes with gratitude. He was more often than not a joker, but once in a while, when she needed it, he'd morph into a knight in shining armor and say or do just the right thing to make her feel like she was the luckiest woman in the world to have married this King of Faerie. "Sounds perfect," she admitted.

"Great," he said as he leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I can tell you've had a long day—and the girls are only part of it."

Sabrina sighed as she nodded. "Someone—I'm still not sure who—is trying to bring back the Scarlet Hand."

Puck's face grew sober. "What? Why?"

"Apparently the rumor has spread about how we trapped the members of the Scarlet Hand in Charming's castle before we faced Mirror for the last time. Some of the Ever Afters who stayed out of Ferryport Landing because they'd heard about the Barrier are calling it cruel and unusual punishment. But because they can't sue me without putting their identities on the line, they've taken to threatening me."

Puck's brows furrowed together as his grip on his wife's arm grew tighter. "If they so much as try—"

Sabrina put her hand on her husband's and gently interrupted him. "I know. And I appreciate it. I'm not too worried about it, but I do have to admit that when Alison screamed, the first thing I thought was that someone was making good on their threat."

"Maybe, now that the girls know, we should move to Faerie. You know, into the castle. I know Mother would love to get a chance to spend time with her granddaughters," Puck suggested as he turned on the water for the bathtub.

Sabrina chuckled at the thought of her daughters meeting and spending time with their capricious grandmother. "Puck, do you honestly think that if Alison's freaking out this badly over a pair of wings that she won't be utterly traumatized when her grandmother turns into a dragon and tries to barbecue us all?"

A small smile stole onto Puck's lips. "That was one time," he said with a chuckle. "And just because it was your first impression of her "Mama Bear" routine doesn't mean that she's like that on all her first impressions."

Sabrina merely raised an eyebrow.

"But I do agree that I should probably demonstrate fairy transformation before we take the girls to see my family," he said with a nod.

"That's the understatement of the year," Sabrina chuckled as she dropped a scented bath bead into the bathtub. It bubbled and fizzed as warm water cascaded over the top of it.

Puck walked out of the master bathroom and into the master bedroom where he picked up the telephone. "Hm," he murmured as he peered into the bathroom. "Should I be a gorilla, a bear, or a rhino?"

Sabrina shook her head with a small chuckle. "How about something a little less terrifying?"

"Like what?" Puck asked as if he was genuinely unsure about what alternatives there might be.

"How about the white stallion that carried me when I was sick back when we were kids?" Sabrina suggested as she turned off the water.

"Oh, that stallion only comes out when I'm trying to be charming," Puck said with a chuckle as he walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. "Enjoy your bath."

"Oh, I will," Sabrina said with a grin. She carefully removed her clothes and slipped into the warm water in the bath tub. She closed her eyes as she felt the stress melt away from her aching muscles.

It was almost as good as laying in the hammock outside.

"MOM!"

Sabrina jerked forward as she heard her daughters hurry into her bedroom. So much for relaxation.

She heard the sound of the voices escalate. It was clear that Puck was doing all he could to keep the girls from bothering their mother. For that, she was immensely grateful. She wanted to just stay here for a few more moments, but she also knew that she would regret it if she didn't go and help her husband.

She got out of the tub and slipped into the thick, warm robe that Daphne had sent her for Christmas last year. It felt as thick and luxurious as it looked. She took a moment to savor the feeling of having this warm, fluffy robe wrapped around her, and then she tied the belt around her waist.

She walked out into her bedroom to find Alison hovering above Puck and Sabrina's bed with her hands on Emma's hair. Just as she entered the scene, Puck's wings sprang forth, and he flew up to face his eldest daughter. "Alison, let go of your sister's hair!"

Emma screamed as Alison gave a hard yank to her sister's ponytail.

"Why should I, Dad?" The teen demanded. "She threw that slime ball on my face, and even after I showered, I still smell like I sleep with sheep!"

Emma's scream softened to a muffled whimper as she attempted to stop her crying.

"Alison, this is no way for a fourteen year old to behave," Puck scolded. "Let go of your sister's hair!"

Sabrina sighed before she placed her fingers in her mouth and blew. The resulting whistle startled everyone into silence. "Alison, let go of your sister's hair and sit on the bed," Sabrina ordered. "Emma, stay here."

Instantly, Alison let go of Emma's hair, and both girls sat down on the bed. Puck followed suit though he turned a moderately impressed glance to his wife. Sabrina suppressed a smirk as she exhaled. "That's much better."

"Mom, she—" Emma began as Alison uttered a competing, "Mom, it's not fair! Emma—"

Sabrina put up her hand to stop the explanations. "Your father and I have a few things to talk to you about. And it seems that now would be as good a time as any."

Puck nodded in agreement. "Your mother's right. We need to tell you about your heritage."

"Mom already told us all about the Brothers Grimm and all that," Emma piped up. The remainder of her tears were pooled in the corners of her eyes forgotten by the girl.

Sabrina smiled as Puck wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Actually, Emma, I didn't get to the whole story," Sabrina admitted to her daughters. "I thought maybe your dad would want to tell you about his side of the family."

"You mean there's more?" Alison groaned.

Sabrina offered Puck an encouraging smile as he began. "Well, as you saw earlier, your wings came from my side of the family," he said somewhat nervously. "In fact, everything about the "fairy princess" statement your mother made earlier comes from my side of the family."

"You mean, she wasn't just joking about the princess thing?" Emma asked with wide eyes.

Sabrina chuckled as she turned to her husband. "Why don't you get the coronation album while I get dressed?"

Puck grinned. "It'd be my pleasure."

Sabrina laughed at the memory as she grabbed her pajamas and walked over to the bathroom. "Now that was a fun time," she said as she shared a glance with her husband who looked quite proud of himself.

"I've never shared a better time with a better person," Puck said with a grin.