Fourth chapter of the Witchy Twins fic! Hope you enjoy it xx
Cordelia was in the living room when she heard the sound of a car parking in front of her house. Pulling the curtains apart, she looked to the front of the house, where a black Mercedes had stopped. A chauffeur circled the car and opened the back door of the car.
"Misty!" the headmistress called, and some seconds later her wife was running downstairs. "Where are the girls?"
"They're upstairs doing their homework, why?" she said, watching her wife's terrified face. "What's wrong, Dee?"
"My mother."
"What about her?"
"She's here."
"What?!"
"Look through the window." the headmistress instructed. Misty opened the curtain a little, her jaw dropping when she saw Fiona getting out of the car and heading to the front door. She was wearing a black dress and sunglasses, and held an umbrella in her hands. Misty turned around to look at her wife, who had taken a seat on the couch and sat with her hands covering her face. "God, sweetie, are you okay?"
"I thought she was dead! She died between my arms!"
"Me too." Misty replied, hugging her tightly. "What do you think she's doing here?"
"I don't know." Cordelia answered, pulling apart and wiping her tears. She was the Supreme of the coven, she was a mother of two kids. She had to be strong. She stood up and walked to the door as the bell rang.
"I guess we'll have to find out." she said before opening the door. "What are you doing here, mother?"
"Don't ask me why, but I think I deserve a nicer welcome."
"You don't deserve shit, Fiona." Cordelia snapped. "But if you wanted me to throw a party you should have given me a call before leaving hell."
"Oh, you truly are my daughter." she snapped back, entering the house without waiting for an invitation. "I see your fashion sense hasn't improved since I died. And your decorative are even worse."
"Did you resuscitate just to insult my likings or are you going to tell me why you are here?"
"I want to talk to you. Alone." the former Supreme answered, giving a despise look to the swamp witch.
"Misty is staying."
"Look at that. Has your stupid girl crush made you braver, dear?"
" She's my wife now."
"Oh." Fiona exclaimed, speechless for the first time in forever. "And you didn't invite me to the wedding?"
"You know, the circumstances weren't the best ones. Bringing someone back from hell is not the easiest thing in the world."
"But it's not impossible."
"Are you telling me that you wanted me to rescue you from hell?"
"I wouldn't have been the first one, for what I've heard." the elder woman stated, looking at the swamp witch with hate. "Or the second. How's Myrtle doing?"
"Ugh, shut up." the reigning Supreme rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to visit my daughter before moving to Paris."
"From hell to Paris. What a change. How did you…?"
"A Supreme never reveals her tricks, Delia."
"You're not a Supreme anymore."
"Oh, Delia. I'll always be the true Supreme." she said with an evil smile. "Now, are you going to let me meet my granddaughters?"
"How do you know that?"
"I know everything."
"You're not seeing them. I won't let you."
"Well, it seems that since you inherited my fortune you have become a worthy mother. It's a shame you will never become a good leader." she stated, moving her hand and making her daughter fly through the room.
"Get out of our house." Misty yelled, running to the woman with the intention of killing her.
"You're still useless, Cordelia."
"Cordelia!" Misty shouted.
"Worthless, a disgrace."
"Stop it, mother."
"Cordelia!" she heard Misty shout again.
"A burden."
"Stop!" Cordelia yelled from the top of her lungs as she opened her eyes, waking up between her wife's arms. She breathed heavily, trying to find Fiona standing there. "What… Where's my mother?" she asked, looking around her. She was lying on the couch of their living room, wrapped in a blanket, with Misty sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking at her with worried eyes.
"It's okay. You were having a nightmare, babe. Seems that you fell asleep while doing paperwork." the swamp witch answered, looking at the amount of papers that rested on the coffee table. "Come here." Misty said, taking her between her arms. "It's okay. Wanna talk about it?"
"She was here, back from the dead in all her glory."
"What a bitch." Misty joked, looking down to the woman.
"I know. A witch bitch."
"Do you want something to drink? A tea? Coffee? Tequila?"
"Whoa, I like the sound of that last one. What time is it?" she said,
"The girls are in bed and we've got Cointreau in the cupboard, so I'm gonna say that it's the perfect time to have a margarita."
"I definitely love the sound of that. I can't remember the last time we got drunk." Cordelia answered, standing up and running to unlock the cupboard where they stored the alcoholic drinks. "Promise me this time you'll drink more than two?"
"Is that a challenge, Mrs. Goode?" Misty said, standing behind her wife and placing a quick kiss on her neck as she grabbed two glasses.
"I hope so."
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