When Elijah woke up in the morning, he found that Selina was gone. Worried, he got up out of bed and left the bedroom to look for her. He found her making French toast in the kitchen, but strangely enough, when he put his arms around her waist to give her her morning kiss, she gasped and quickly moved his hands before picking up the soaking bread and dropping it into the pan so it could fry. Getting over his shock, he finally cleared his throat and said, "Selina, good morning."

She turned. "Good morning," she replied and then yawned.

"I think you should stay home from the bakery today and have a rest," Elijah suggested as she continued making pieces of toast and putting them on the plate.

"No, I can't," Selina replied. "It's not been open very long. I can't afford to take time off just yet."

"But you didn't sleep last night!" Elijah replied.

Selina had been looking down as she shoveled toast on his plate, but now she looked up at him, her eyes flashing. "Look!" She said angrily and threw his toast at him. "If I want to go to the bakery, I will! That's not up to you! Just leave me alone, would you?"

"All right, all right!" Elijah replied and backed away. "I'll leave you alone!"

"Good!" Selina replied. She ate her breakfast, dropped Ethan off at school, and then headed to the bakery, where, despite the bravado she'd shown Elijah earlier that day, she realized that she probably should have stayed home to sleep.

"Hey!" One of the bakers came up behind her on tapped her on the shoulder as she nodded off while holding a lit blow torch. "Wake up!"

"Oh, thanks," Selina replied and turned it off. "That could have been a disaster."

"Are you okay?" The woman asked. "You don't look like you've slept."

"Cause I haven't," Selina replied with a yawn, turning off the blowtorch and putting it down. "But I thought I should be here to support you guys cause this place hasn't been open very long."

"It wouldn't have killed us for you to take a day off to rest," the woman replied. "But a sleeping woman with a working blowtorch in her hand just might." She paused. "If you don't feel like you should go home, I'll go get you another cup of coffee. There's still some left in the pot."

"Thank you," Selina replied. "Thank you very much."

Her mood remained reasonably good throughout the rest of the day, until Elijah came to pick her up from work. "I heard you almost set this place on fire, cause you were too tired," he said. "What did I tell you about staying home from work today?"

"Oh, would you stop with the lecture already?" Selina asked. "I should have stayed home. I get it. Now, did you just come here to scold me, or was there a better reason?"

"I want to drive you home," Elijah replied. "If I don't, I'm afraid you'll drive off the road and crash into a tree."

"Fine," Selina replied. "But once we get home, you're gonna leave me alone, 'kay?"

"All right," Elijah replied. "They drove home in silence and without even thanking him for the ride when she got home, she went to their bedroom and slammed the door, not even coming out for dinner, leaving the really awkward dinner conversation to Margaret (Who, based on her father's scowling face, thought it wasn't the best time to bring up moving in with Henry), Elijah (who just ate without saying a word), and Ethan, who looked terrified.

After dinner, Ethan followed Margaret to her room cause he had to ask her a question. "Margaret," he said quietly, "Why are Mommy and Daddy mad at each other?"

"Oh, it just happens sometimes," Margaret replied, giving her little brother a reassuring hug. "Our parents are very strong-minded people and sometimes, situations come up where Mom has one opinion, and Dad has another, and it takes them awhile to work them out. Sometimes, they get mad and they fight, but once they get that out of their systems, they love each other again. It's nothing you need to be worried about."

"Can I sleep in here anyway?" Ethan asked, clutching Clementine tighter to himself than he had at dinner. "When they yell, it scares me."

"Sure," Margaret nodded and went to his room to get his pajamas. "No problem."

"Answer a question for me," Margaret said to Tristan, who had come to get more of his things to take over to Emily's. "How is it that you convinced Daddy to let you move in with Emily and her dad?"

"I didn't have to convince him at all," Tristan replied. "He understood why I married her and why I needed to be close to her, so he just let me go."

"Of course," Margaret sighed. "Probably cause you're a boy."

"Why?" Tristan asked. "I mean, why are you asking me?"

"Cause I want to be with Henry and Daddy's kicking up a big fuss," Margaret replied.

"Well, I'm sorry," Tristan said. "I hope you can make him change his mind."

"Yeah," Margaret nodded. "Me too. If he was upset just by me and Henry being a couple, it'll make him have some sort of coronary when I say we have to move in together!"

"Why do you have to move in together?" Tristan asked interestedly. "Why can't you wait? What's the big emergency?"

"Oh, I don't know, exactly," Margaret replied. "Something to do with magical politics, although it's probably obvious that I wouldn't need a good reason to move in with him. And since the reason has to do with magical politics, of course Daddy won't understand it and will think I'm just trying to be difficult. And then he'll get mad at me like he did at Annaliese when she showed up at my wedding with that Peter guy and he'll banish me forever. I love Daddy. I don't want to be banished!"

"Well, then talk to him!" Tristan replied. "Not saying you'll get the reaction you want, but...at least you will have tried."

"All right," Margaret nodded and took a deep breath before heading to Elijah's office and knocking on the closed door. "Yes?" He called.

"Daddy, it's me, Margaret," she called back. "Can I come in and talk to you?"

"All right," Elijah replied. "Come in."

Margaret entered and saw that her father looked tired and a little sad. "It may not be the right time to talk about what I need to talk about," Margaret said.

"No, as long as you're here, we might as well," Elijah replied. "I think I know what it's about. Do you want to talk about Henry?"

"Well, yes," Margaret nodded.

"All right," Elijah replied. "Have a seat."

"What's wrong, Daddy?" Margaret asked when she sat down. "What's going on between you and Mom this time?"

"She's been having nightmares she won't talk to me about, and she hasn't been sleeping, and she cries all night," Elijah replied. "And it's just...it's so frustrating that I don't know what's wrong. I want to be able to help her."

"She'll ask for your help when she's ready, I'm sure," Margaret replied.

"I hope so," Elijah said. "Now, about you and Henry?"

"I have to move in with him," Margaret replied. "Okay?"

"No, it's not okay," Elijah replied. "You're too young!"

"But Laura lived with her boyfriend when she was my age," Margaret pointed out.

"But that's cause she chose someone I approved of," Elijah replied. "That's the difference."

"I don't see why you don't approve of Henry," Margaret replied. "He stood up to you for me. That should tell you something."

"It's a point in his favor," Elijah replied. "But I'm still not entirely convinced."

"Well, fine!" Margaret replied. "You might not like him, and I tried to be nice and talk to you about this, out of respect. But I'm done! I'm going to be with the man I like!" She strode out of the room and slammed the door behind her, leaving Elijah sitting at his desk and longing for the days when women weren't so difficult.

"I am a genius!" Henry proclaimed as he and Margaret arrived at his parents' house.

"Oh, yes?" Lenora asked. "What's the reason this time?"

"He took on my father," Margaret said, her voice full of admiration. "And I think he won, at least for the moment."

"You didn't hurt him too bad, did you?" James asked.

"No!" Henry shook his head. "I mean, not more than he deserved anyway. I didn't *have* to hurt him. He hurt himself."

"I don't want to know what that means," James replied. "So, what are the two of you planning to do now?"

"Well, is moving in together still not an option, despite the fact that it was a guy from Grandma's campaign that suggested it?"

"Well, if you really feel you have to, we won't stop you," Lenora replied. "Since you're an adult and all. And it was discovered that Dr. Putnam's wife is a vampire now, although of course, whenever anyone asks him about it, all he says is 'no comment'."

"Well that's good," Henry replied. He sat down and Margaret said to Lenora, "I've really tried to talk to Daddy, but even though he knows that Henry is the one who will make me happy, he still won't be happy about our relationship. He's just a big ball of hate! And that upsets me cause we used to be so close, you know? Until I dared to make my own choices about my life."

"Just give it time," Lenora replied. "If he loves you, he'll come around."

But Margaret's sad face upset Henry so much that that night, he made a secret call to her father. "I hope you're happy," he snapped at Elijah. "Margaret has been upset all day because you won't allow our relationship even though it's what will make her happy! You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Are you done?" Elijah asked once he'd finished.

"Yeah," Henry replied, breathing hard. "I guess I am!"

"Well, then I'll let you in on a secret," Elijah replied. "There's a reason why I won't condone your relationship with Margaret, at least to her face. It's because I'm doing you a favor. You do realize, as you should have with Adam, that the second I endorse a man for her, she'll run as far away from that man as she possibly can?"

"Yeah," Henry nodded. "Okay..."

"So by condemning your relationship with Margaret, I'm making sure she stays with you," Elijah continued. "Do you understand that, Henry?"

"i-I guess," Henry replied, feeling a bit shocked.

"Good," Elijah replied. "Remember though, it's our little secret. Margaret can never know."

"All right," Henry replied, his voice shaky. "I won't say a word."