Gladstone stared at the egg in the nest in the bedroom. Stacks of horoscope books, faerie tales and parenting books surrounded him on the floor as he sat on a plushy pillow, a water bottle beside him. His pajamas were crinkled, a small coffee stain on his chest. Magica entered the room with a basket of laundry. Her long black hair was up in a messy bun, strands hanging down to her shoulders. She wore a striped purple and black long sleeve dress.

"She still hasn't moved?" She asked, putting the basket on the neatly made bed and rolled up her sleeves. She pulled out a black t shirt dress and began folding.

"It's been days. She was moving around like crazy and then…boom! Nothing!" Gladstone pulled out a book and pointed at Magica.

"I've tried everything: faerie tales, mythology, horoscopes, spell books-"

"Wait, you read to our child spell books?" She put down the shirt she was folding into the basket.

"Yeah." He shrugged. "I mean…it was a good read. Besides, it's probably good to read to her while she's still in there. Plus if she has magic…."

"Gladstone…you… you shouldn't get your hopes up for that." Magica turned away and resumed folding.

"What do you mean?" He groaned and got up on his feet, stretching. "I mean, our kid is gonna be magic, right?"

Magica stopped folding for a moment and looked blankly at the wall. She exhaled and put the shirt in her hands down on the bed.

"You don't think she's gonna have magic?" Gladstone walked up to her and touched her shoulder.

"I'm just saying that you shouldn't put Hope into something that may or may not happen." She grabbed a stack of clothes and turned to the dresser. She pulled the drawer and shoved the stack into it before sliding it closed.

"Well I mean, you're a really good witch, so-"

"Sorceress." Magica sighed. "I'm only a witch by blood. Since I wasn't born with magic…I'm…limited."

"Wait, there's a difference? But all those times we used magic when we-"

"Gladstone. That is just…learned magic. You can learn it. But it's just harder. You learned magic and it came so easily for you." Magica walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of boots and slipped them on her feet.

"I'm just saying that we shouldn't put any magical or luck expectations on our child before she shows any of those traits." She bent over and tied the laces of the boots. "She could have your luck, or magic, or both, or nothing at all."

"Yes, but she could still know of it. She could still learn. I mean, look at Lena. You taught her magic and she picked up on it. And from what she's told me, she wasn't born with magic." Gladstone said.

Magica's face morphed into an awkward smile. "Yeah…she wasn't born with it…" She grabbed her green anorak from the closet and hurried out the door.

Gladstone walked after her. "You're not telling me something."

"Look, it's very…uh, complicated. And I don't wanna have to explain it before my driving lesson with Daisy." Magica grabbed her purse off the coat rack.

"Magica. Tell me."

The witch bit her lip. "It's…not my place to tell. I mean, I could…but Lena…" She opened the door. "Let me talk with Lena after this. See if…if she's okay with telling you the full story."

Gladstone sighed. "You don't have to go through that trouble. If it's not a big deal, it's not a big deal."

"No. I should be able to tell you about this." Magica twiddled her fingers as she walked up to him. "We'll talk about it later. Watch the egg and text Daisy if anything happens…you know. Cause driving and texting is a no-no."

Magica kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you later tonight." Gladstone smiled and watched as she left and closed the door behind her.


Magica sighed, leaning her back against the door.

How do I tell him about Lena?

She looked up at the bright, shining sun. She used her hand to shield the light from her eyes as she walked to the black SUV. Daisy stood beside it, texting.

"Hurry up, Maggie. Your appointment for the permit test at the DMV is at 1:30pm.. You wanna at least try to get some extra practice in before getting in that dreadful line." She said, not looking up from her phone.

"I know. Don't need to lecture me." Magica picked out the keys from her purse. The keys slipped and fell to the floor. She bent down to pick them up. She stopped and looked down at the clear, shadowless floor beneath her feet.

How do I tell him about Lena?

Magica stood up and unlocked the car. She and Daisy hopped into the car. Magica inserted the keys and stared at the garage door.

"Maggie, what's wrong?" Daisy asked, buckling in her seat belt.

"It's just…nothing." Magica buckled her seatbelt and turned the key. The ignition tumbled as it started. Daisy put her hand on her arm.

"Hey. Driving while mentally distracted is not safe. Talk to me."

Magica sighed and looked at her.

I guess a practice round can't hurt.


Gladstone slept on the bed, the egg nestled under his left armpit. The floor was covered in pillows on the entire left side of the bed.

The egg shook, nudging him in the ribs.

"Mmmmnnnn…" He groaned.

The egg moved again, teetering to its side. It began rolling, bit by bit down the bed beside Gladstone. It rolled, nudging him in the leg.

"Babe please…stop kicking me…" He rolled over to the left. Gladstone opened his eyes. "The egg!"

He shot up in the bed and saw the egg on the edge of the foot of the bed. Gladstone leapt forward just as the egg budged once more. He reached out and swooped up the egg mid-fall.

"Gotcha!" Gladstone cheered. "That was close, wasn't it ki-"

The egg budged once more and hit the floor with a thud.


A/N: THUD. Gladstone dropped the egg. ThE FrEaKiNG EgG!!

Alrighty, so real talk: these next few chapters are gonna be back to back. I had to break up one chapter, cause I felt it was too long pace wise, but it worked out in the end.

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~Alex