HEY GUESS WHAT? I UPDATED! I'm really sorry! Come to my house and beat me with sticks. Feel free. You can even get Rosie in on it too.

Anywho, new chapter! It's considerably long as a present. This was such fun to write! Also, starting when Sabrina has magical fluctuations, it will be from nobody's POV. K? Cool :)


"Stupid baby," I muttered as Puck and I entered the Everafter Hospital in Ferryport Landing. Since my baby is half Puck's, that makes her half Fae. Which means she is filled with magic.

Granny says due to me being human my body will absorb a a lot of magic just during these last few months of pregnancy, mainly right at this stage since my body is new to all this. My magic will be unstable, so everyone could be in for a bumpy ride!

Puck and I were here at the Everafter Hospital to talk to a special doctor named Wickham, nephew of Gepetto. He's going to tell us about these next few weeks...

"Mr. Goodfellow, Sabrina is at the seventh month of her pregnancy. Her magical fluctuations are liable to start any day now and should continue until just before the end of her ninth month." Wickham took off his glasses and peered at Puck with an apprehensive look in his eyes.

The blond fairy, however, merely scoffed and waved his hand lazily at the well-trained doctor's concern. "Don't worry about that, . I was raised in a traditional Fae family, I know all about magical fluctuations during pregnancy and trust me, this is something I can handle." He drawled arrogantly, giving the doctor a superior smirk.

Wickham wasn't impressed at this and merely raised a single eyebrow at the younger man's self-assurance. "I should warn you, Puck….With a magical power like yours and the lack of magic Sabrina has, I can't quite ascertain the strength of the magical fluctuations she'll be having." He warned but again, Puck scoffed and waved the matter away.

"I just survived five months of her whining and mood swings. Trust me, Wickham…I can handle her magical fluctuations."

Wickham just smiled back at him with a knowing twinkle in his eyes.


7 Months and 3 Weeks

"Just arrived at Fairyport Landing to begin my life with Darlene..." Puck yawned as he researched family journals for detective information under Granny's orders.

Grumbling under his breath about how he was going to pull an excelling prank on the German woman, he dipped his pen briefly into his bottle of ink before noting down the necessary information onto his notepad. Seated a couple of feet away from him on one of the lush couches near the side of the living room, Sabrina raised an eyebrow and yawned to herself in growing boredom.

She watched him for several minutes before eventually sighing in boredom again and leaning back against the couch to close her eyes. Puck ignored this and continued to read through the journals, pausing every now and then to dip his pen into his ink bottle or to glance up and make sure Sabrina was comfortable where she had fallen into a light slumber in her seat.

Within the next half hour, nothing else was heard within the confines of the cozy room except for the occasional sounds of the tip of his pen scuffling along the surface of his paper. Every so often, he would look up and stare briefly at the adorable sight of Sabrina sleeping peacefully on the couch – the sight of which never failed to make him smile unconsciously each time.

Just as he turned back to what he had written on his notes, he dipped the tip of his pen into his ink bottle again – only to pause in shock a second later when he realized that he hadn't actually dipped his pen into anything and he was merely scraping its tip uselessly on the paper.

"What in Merlin's name—" Puck arched an eyebrow and made to dip it into the bottle of ink once more but just as he began writing – he stopped again when he realized that the tip of his pen was completely dry and had no remaining traces of ink on it.

Highly irritated, Puck finally flicked his eyes up from his paper to the ink bottle supposedly beside him – only to have those green orbs widen incredulously in confusion when he saw that the ink bottle he had so surely placed right onto his table had, in fact, disappeared.

What the—Where did I— Puck felt his eye twitch as he reached into the desk drawer and took out another bottle of ink, placing it carefully beside his paper. After dipping his pen into it, he shook his head and began writing again, his eyebrows fusing together in deep concentration.

After about another fifteen minutes of silence doing this, he paused and dipped his pen into his ink bottle again. The minute he began writing, however, his pen was once again completely dry and inkless. Puck didn't bother holding back the angry curse word that escaped his lips as he tore his eyes away from his writing and looked back at the ink bottle – blinking in utter confusion when he realized that it had disappeared – AGAIN.

More confused than annoyed at this point, Puck looked up and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Sabrina across the office but she was completely fast asleep – her breathing even and her form snuggled contentedly onto one of the couch's throw pillows.

I don't get it… Puck thought incredulously to himself, scratching his head as he stood up from his chair and roamed his eyes around the room. I was SURE I placed that ink bottle on my desk…Otherwise I couldn't have been able to write anything. He thought to himself, shaking his head as he began to walk out the door.

I need a drink. I think I'm just stressed out. He grumbled as he walked out of the room, returning moments later with a glass of water in his hand. Just as he slipped into the room, patted his hand on Sabrina's hair and began to walk back to the desk – he froze.

What…In…Merlin's…Good…Name… Puck's eyes widened to comical proportions and the glass of water he held slipped from his hand to shatter noisily onto the floor. He barely heard it – his eyes slowly trailing upwards where he finally found his two ink bottles floating up near the high ceiling – along with just about every other furniture in the living room.

Holy crap!

Puck blinked up nervously at the table that was hovering right over his head – praying to Merlin that the furniture wouldn't all just suddenly come crashing back down. Turning panicked eyes back to Sabrina, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the couch she was sleeping on seemed to be the only remaining furniture that remained on the floor.

Grimm, your stupid child is going to drive me insane! Puck thought irritably to himself and just as he was about to call Jake for help to set things right, sleeping Sabrina finally began to stir awake – sitting up from the couch and stretching her limbs out lazily to wake herself up.

When she noticed Puck's stunned, horrified expression, Sabrina raised an eyebrow at him and cutely tilted her head to the side. "What's wrong, Puck? Are you bored of working?" She teased, raising a hand to brush back an irritating, wiggling strand of hair that kept falling into her eyes.

To her confusion, instead of answering her question, Puck paled further and gaped at her, raised a hand up to point at shakily at her hair. "Sa—Sabrina…D—don't move! I—I'll fix it…J—just…D—don't move!" He gasped out loud, forgetting all about the floating furniture as he raised his hand and pointed it at her mane of tangled, wiggling blond hair.

Sabrina raised an eyebrow at him and gave him an annoyed look. "Puck, what's wrong with you? Why are you pointing your hand at me? You knowWickham said it's dangerous for me to be involved with violence while carrying the baby, I could—"

"Shhhhh! D—don't move! It might not bite you if you don't move, j—just—" Puck was about to flick his hand over at Sabrina's moving mane of hair when the door to his office slid open and drew his attention. Both he and Sabrina looked up to the sight of Daphne walking absentmindedly into the room.

"Puck, I know you're supposed to be on weekend and everything but Granny is making us finish these journals in time for tomorrow and I was wondering if you could help me with this—HOLY MERLIN'S BEARD! M—MEDUSA! You're MEDUSA! You've got s—s—slithering SNAKES on your head! S—stay away! Don't bite me! Please!" Daphne squealed out loud, unwittingly tossing the books she held in her hand up into the air and scrambling away from Sabrina in utter fright.

Sabrina stared at her in question before turning her confused expression to Puck, noting the similar look of horror and panic written clearly all over the boy's face.

"What? What's wrong with me? Why are you both staring at me like that?" Still not clearly understanding what they meant, she ignored Daphne's hysterical shouts and walked over to the nearby wall mirror – causing Daphne to scoot further away from her and hide behind Puck in fear.

Puck cringed, grabbed one of Jake's wands, and held it up to her hair. "Brina, don't panic alright? I can fix that with a simple spell, just don't move! I promise I'll—"

The minute Sabrina saw herself and the dozens of yellow, red-eyed snakes floating up above her head instead of her hair, she laughed, shrugged and turned around to offer Daphne and Puck a sheepish smile. "Not bad…I figured my daughter would be more creative than just turning my hair a different color." She reached up and pet a particularly nasty looking snake dangling below her ear.

Daphne let out a disgusted yelp of horror and pointed a finger shakily at Sabrina's head again. "G-Good G-Golly, Brina! You've got snakes for hair! Th—that's horrifying! H—how can you just—" She stopped and sat quietly, watching Sabrina coo lovingly at her new "friends".

As the blond boy walked back warily over to help the mother of his child set her serpent hair back to normal, Daphne finally glanced up around the interior of the living room – the horrified expression on her face transforming into one of incredulity and bewilderment.

"Uhm….Puck? Why is all the furniture floating up along the ceiling?"


7 Months and 5 Weeks

"Mmmm…Merlin, that feels good. What time is it?" Puck murmured sleepily as he woke up that morning to the wonderful feeling of Sabrina trailing her fingers along his bare back absentmindedly (she had gotten to scared to sleep alone anymore). Shifting his legs lazily under the blankets, he reached up and placed his hands on Sabrina's stomach, gently whispering good morning to his baby girl.

"It's a quarter to 8…You'd better get up soon. You're going to be late to Granny's town meeting." She whispered , leaning down to make sure he was awake.

"You know the best way to wake me up, Grimm?" He asked with a suggestive smirk, causing Sabrina to flush and hit him on the shoulder.

"I don't think so, Puck. Good morning…"

Puck smirked wider when he felt her lean down and begin tickling his neck to wake him up. "Mmmm…Good early morning indeed…" He said sarcastically, his eyes still closed as he heard her laugh, her hands moving to tickle his stomach.

"Don't get any ideas of skipping out, Goodfellow. I'm trying to wake your lazy ass up. We have to leave in half an hour and I have another appointment withWickham this morning. Granny is coming with me." She told him pointedly.

"You are such a little goody two-shoes, Grimm, why should I go?" He complained sleepily, stubbornly keeping his eyes closed and turning over so he could bury his scowling face into his pillow. Sabrina laughed at his reaction and rolled her eyes, slipping her feet into her slippers and beginning to make her way to the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower, Puck…When I'm done, you'd better be awake or I am dousing you with freezing cold water again." She warned halfheartedly, earning another lazy grunt from the blonde when all he did in response was to toss the blankets up over his head.

Once she had entered the bathroom and Puck heard the unmistakable sounds of the shower running, he began to fall asleep again – his eyelids feeling heavy and the muscles on his body relaxing under the comforting warmth of the silk blankets wrapped around him. Just as he was falling into another delightful slumber, he felt a strange wetness licking at the side of his face.

Thinking it was Sabrina pranking him; he shifted under the blankets and pretended to turn his face away. "Brina, stop playing around with me if you don't actually intend to do anything else. Just let me get five more minutes of sleep and I swear I'll get up and shower." He mumbled, trying to push her away when the licking shifted to his neck.

"Ugh…You are absolutely relentless, Grimm!" He complained out loud again, a reluctant smile making its way onto his face when the licking moved to just behind his ear, causing him to groan and try to move his face away.

"Sabrina, stop it. Now you're deliberately just being a loser. If you don't stop that right now, I am going to knock you senseless—"

"Puck? I don't know WHAT you're muttering about over there but I meant what I said! When I step out of this shower, you BETTER have gotten up or I will literally drag your ass out of that bed! I mean it!" He heard Sabrina's irritated voice echoing from the direction of the bathroom, her words muffled slightly by the sounds of the running shower water.

Shifting uneasily against the blankets, Puck fused both his eyebrows in sleepy, half-processed puzzlement. Heh…That's funny…She was just pranking me, how did she get there so fast— His thoughts deliberately trailed off when he felt the licking start up again – this time followed by a very distinct bark thatdefinitely did not seem like a sound Sabrina would – or could – make.

If Sabrina is shouting at me from the bathroom, then who's this on top of me— Puck immediately tensed up in horrified realization – his sleepiness completely forgotten. Placing his hands on his attacker, he winced in disgust when he was immediately met with a scruffy, hairy body.

Oh…Mother…Of…Merlin… Forcing his eyes wide open, Puck stiffened and found staring face to face at the slobbering, drooling face of a large, hairy canine who, at that particular moment, stuck its long tongue out again and licked him right along the side of his face.

"EEEEYUUUUUUCK!"

Puck immediately shoved the dog right off the bed and bolted up from under the covers, rubbing furiously at the skin of his cheek where the dog had just licked and slobbered all over him right along the side of his face. Growling, he glared angrily at the dog that had now hopped back up onto the bed and gave him a friendly bark, wagging its tail happily at him.

Jumping up from the bed and wiping a towel disgustedly at his face, Puck glowered at the dog in angry indignation. "Where did YOU come from, you disgusting mutt? How did you even get into this bedroom? Did Sabrina let you in because I swear if she did, I'm going to twist her ears off—"

A strange noise and movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He cut himself off, blinking rapidly and very slowly turning his head away from the barking dog in front of him to inspect the horrifyingly bizarre scene that had once been Sabrina's bedroom.

The sight that greeted him, however, was one that made Puck's jaw drop open and his eyes glaze over in stunned, speechless disbelief.

A chicken squawked noisily as it flew up over his head – followed by the sound of a small horse neighing impatiently as it trotted past him to plop itself down on the far corner of the bedroom. A couple of ducks and pigeons followed it, causing several feathers to swirl around Puck's frozen, unmoving form but he barely noticed, his eyes circling helplessly around his surroundings. Save for the bed, all other furniture in the room were gone – all of which he deduced had been magically transfigured into the different animals scurrying about around him.

Slapping a hand over his forehead, Puck groaned and turned around, gaping seconds later at the sight of a transfigured half-table, half-cow slinking its way clumsily toward him from the other corner of the room. Growling, he narrowed his eyes and glared at the door to the bathroom.

"SABRINA BELLE GRIMM, GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE RIGHT NOW!" He yelled loudly, kicking frightfully at a random squawking chicken that trotted across his bare feet.

When she didn't seem to hear him right away, Puck scowled and shouted louder – his voice echoing around the walls of the bedroom. "DON'T MAKE ME DRAG YOU BY YOUR EARS , GRIMM! GET IN HERE!" He shouted again and this time, he heard the shower water being shut off.

Puck heard her shouting several indistinct phrases in concern before she came rushing out of the bathroom, her wet form clad only in a white towel and her hair dripping with bubbles and water. When she burst into the bedroom – a bar of soap in one hand and a shampoo bottle in the other – she took one look at Puck's angry form and gaped in panic.

"Wh—what? What happened? What's wrong, did something—"

Puck blinked once, took one look at her and burst out laughing – his prior concerns immediately forgotten. He stared and sniggered mirthfully at the figure of the glaring girl in front of him, who unknowingly enough to her, had successfully sprouted two very white and fluffy bunny ears from her head and was now sporting two sets of whiskers along her nose.

Sabrina glared at him, one eyebrow raised in irritation.

"What? What's so funny? Why did you call me out here all of a sudden—MERLIN'S BEARD! PUCK! WHY IS THERE A DOG ON THE BED? WHERE ARE ALL THE FURNITURE? WHAT DID YOU DO? PUCK? PUCK! STOP LAUGHING! WHAT'S SO FUNNY? IS THAT A CHICKEN?"


Guess who's birthday's coming up? MINE! And I'm turning...

20!

Yayyyyy!

Anyways, did you lovee it? It was cute, I know :)

Well, it's almost 3 am and I must be getting to bed now! It's Rosie's fault...she woke me up!

Okay, REVIEW! I did not spend 3 hours of my life typing and editing this so you wouldn't review! Please review!

Thanks!

~Roxanne