"What are you doing?" Selina asked when she came into the kitchen one morning and saw Elijah boxing up all the alcohol and even throwing some of it away. She reached for a bottle of vodka and let out a terrified shriek as Elijah dropped it and it shattered all over the floor. "What did you do that for?" She cried. "I was going to drink that!"

"No, you're not," Elijah shook his head. "I read on the internet that getting rid of alcohol helps with fertility, so I think that we need to curb your drinking."

"But you already do that!" Selina cried irritably. "Do you really want to do this? How could you deprive me of something that I love just so you can have another kid?"

"Look in the freezer," Elijah whispered in her ear after putting his arm around her. "You'll thank me."

Growling at him, Selina opened the freezer and her eyes lit up, as she saw that it was full of ice cream. "I want to ask why you're being so generous, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth," she said and grabbed a container of chocolate and a spoon.

"I know you don't need to know, but apparently, full-fat dairy foods increase chances of ovulation," Elijah told her. "So, do you forgive me about the alcohol?"

"Maybe," Selina replied, her mouth full of ice cream. "We'll see." To her amazement, Elijah didn't say anything as she finished the first carton in one sitting and then threw it away. "What?" She asked. "No remarks from the peanut gallery about unhealthy eating?" She asked at last.

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," Elijah replied, waving her concern away and giving her a wink. "You'll work all of it off later. Enjoy yourself."

"I don't know whether to feel assured or nervous," Selina told him. "I mean, didn't the witch stuff Gretel full of food when she was plotting to throw her in the oven?"

"And what sort of analogy is that?" Elijah asked. "You know why we're doing this. And it's not because I have any plans to eat you." He paused and smirked. "Well, not in the same way the witch was planning to eat Gretel, anyway."

"Ha-ha," Selina told him. "Aren't you just full of laughs today?"

"Yes," Elijah nodded proudly. "I really think I am." He then took her hand and led her to bed, but for the first time ever that Selina could remember, nothing happened.

"I don't understand," Elijah said, flushing deeply. "This has never happened to me before."

"We can try it again," Selina told him. "I really don't mind. It's not your fault."

So they tried again and ended up having the same result.

"I know you might not like to hear this," Selina told him cautiously. "But maybe…maybe the problem isn't me. Maybe it's you. You've given me all these ways to help myself, but what have you done for you?"

Elijah scoffed. "I don't need to do anything else for myself. I already wear boxer shorts. What else can they want from me?"

"I could look up some hints if you want me to," Selina replied.

"No," Elijah replied tersely. "No, thank you." He then stomped off and slammed the bathroom door.

Selina stood silent as she put a t-shirt over her head and then waited quietly.

When Elijah emerged from the bathroom and saw her, he groaned. "Why are you still here? Go away! I just…I need time to think about this!"

"Why don't you go do some hunting?" Selina suggested. "It might help quell your feelings of rage."

"Yes," Elijah nodded. "It just might."

"I know not being able to get it up is a big blow to your manhood, but letting yourself get stressed and angry is only gonna make it worse," Selina told him. "So let's…let's just take a break, you go hunting, and I'll go visit my mother, all right? You can calm down and once you're in a more relaxed state of mind, we'll try again, okay?" She kissed him and gave him a hug. "Don't worry. I don't think any less of you for it."

"I know you mean well," Elijah said through his teeth as he squeezed her hard against himself. "But if you don't let go of me right this instant, you're going to be the first person I go after. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Selina choked out and quickly let him go. "Sorry. Feel better!" She then ran out the door and shut herself in her car, taking a deep breath before she began the drive to Amelia and Andrew's.

"Would you like some lasagna, dear?" Amelia asked when Selina arrived see how she was doing on her latest knitting project. "Your uncle has become very attached to the cooking channel and made it himself."

"Oh, you know, I would love to, but…I'm full. I've been eating lots of ice cream," Selina told her. "It smells really good, though."

"Why have you been eating lots of ice cream?" Amelia asked curiously. "Is it a way to compensate for my not allowing you many sweets when you were a child?"

"No, actually," Selina shook her head. "It's part of Elijah's rigid fertility scheme for me. It's taken longer than usual for me to get pregnant and apparently, ice cream helps that or something, which is damn lucky for him since he got rid of all my alcohol." Then she remembered why she came. "Can I see your latest knitting project?"

"Sure," Amelia replied. "But don't be expecting anything grand. I've continued with the hat, but it still looks ridiculous." She showed Selina her effort and Selina said. "You're coming along well. I'd wear it."

"Well, you'll have to wait until she makes the next one," Andrew replied, striding into the living room and putting his arms around Amelia. "Because that one is mine."

"Really?" Selina smiled. "That's really sweet."

"Your uncle takes on his first client tomorrow," Amelia told Selina with pride. "Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't know that," Selina smiled and gave her uncle a hug. "I'm so proud of you."

"I'm grateful to my boss of course, but I can't help wondering if she's letting me do this a bit early," Andrew said. "It's been some time since I've been in a court room and I don't want to steer anyone wrong because I'm rusty."

"Your boss seems like she knows what she's doing," Amelia told him. "If she thinks you're ready, than you're ready and you just have to believe it."

"Do you think I'm ready?" Andrew asked her.

"Yeah," Amelia nodded. "I really think I do."

"Me too," Selina nodded and took her place in his arm that Amelia wasn't resting in. They hugged for a little bit and then Andrew said to Selina, "You want some lasagna? I made it myself."

"She says she's too full of ice cream to eat anything else," Amelia told him. "I already asked."

"Did you say you had a room made up for me?" Selina wanted to know. "Can one of you show it to me?"

"I will," Andrew replied. "And I promise that it's not decorated as oddly as the rest of the house."

"You mean, no animal heads?" Selina clarified.

"Exactly," Andrew smiled, his dark eyes bright. "Your mother thought you wouldn't like them."

"Well she had good instincts on that one," Selina replied. "I don't really like to be stared at in the dark while I sleep." She looked around at what she'd gotten instead, a room painted in pale pink with white lace curtains, with a four poster bed that had pink and white hangings and a matching quilt over it, a white desk and chair, and another table, which Selina assumed, was meant for a stereo or a small bookshelf. "I like it," she said with approval. "It's lovely."

"Sorry about all the pink if you don't like that," Andrew said apologetically. "But your mother insisted."

"No, I do like pink," Selina assured him. "That's something about me that she remembered accurately."

"Well, I'm glad you like your room and I hope you come and use it. Don't be a stranger," Andrew told her.

"Oh, I won't," Selina assured him. "Don't worry."

Then Andrew asked, "Have you met your new sister yet? I haven't met her and I was thinking of going over to visit if you wanted to come with me."

"Sure, I'll come," Selina agreed. "I need something to do with myself anyway. Elijah's in a bit of a mood."

They left and soon found themselves in Christine and Matthew's driveway. After parking the car, Selina got out and she and Andrew headed inside to see her father.

"Hello, Matthew," Andrew said as he and Selina came in and found his brother on the floor with Sarah. "I know you have some strange reason why you haven't invited me to come see my niece, but I've decided to invite myself, all right? And I've brought Selina with me."

"All right," Matthew nodded. It was then that Sarah turned into a bird, but with Matthew's lightning quick vampire reflexes, he kept a grip on her to stop her from flying away before calling for Eva, and feeling very relieved he was finally able to take what she could do in stride, especially when Christine was out and about like she was now.

"Hi, Selina!" Eva greeted Selina cheerfully before turning Sarah back into a baby. "Who is that you have with you?"

"Hello," Selina greeted her. "Nice work you just did there. And this is my uncle Andrew, Daddy's younger brother. Uncle Andrew, this is Eva."

"Thanks," Eva smiled "And nice to meet you, sir." She shook Andrew's hand and then had to run to heed a call of Sean's.

Then Matthew held Sarah so that she was facing his brother. "This is Sarah," he said. "She's a witch."

"Is that so?" Andrew asked. He got down on his knees in front of her and then leaned forward to kiss her gently. "I'm sure she's a good one."

"Don't let Amelia know you did that," Matthew advised him. "She might get jealous."

"I don't think she will," Andrew shook his head. "Not anymore."

"I think that's true," Selina agreed, getting down on the floor next to Andrew. "She's really much better than she used to be."

"Even to you?" Matthew asked.

"Yes," Selina nodded. "Even to me. And I'm as surprised about it as you are. In a good way, of course." Then, as Andrew took Sarah in his arms, Selina couldn't help but ask, "Is she cuter than me when I was a baby?"

"You're both cute," Andrew told her firmly. "Don't make me take sides."

"Oh, all right," Selina told him. "I don't know why I asked that anyway."

"I'm much more attached to you and I probably always will be," Andrew assured her. "Does that make you feel better?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "It really does."