"Mama!" Elliott called out, searching for her mother after returning from school, dropping her backpack near the front door.

"In here!" Cordelia called back, stirring a pan of melted butter on the stove, then moving back to the counter to pound away at some raw chicken breasts.

Elliott walked to the doorframe, staring at her mother for a moment before cocking her head to the side, throwing the older woman a knowing look, "Everything ok?" While Elliott loved her mother deeply, she knew she wasn't much of a cook. In fact, the only time she cooked was when she was stressed.

Cordelia glanced up, setting the mallet down next to her, "Why wouldn't it be ok?"

Elliott shot her mother a look, "You're cooking…you don't cook."

Cordelia feigned offense, her mouth dropping open, "I cook."

Elliott let out a laugh as she walked into the room and sat at the counter, giving her mother a knowing smirk, "You only cook when your mother is in town or the girls get into it, so which is it?" Cordelia threw her daughter a look as she heard the distinct sound of heels on the wooden staircase, Fiona sauntering into the room, "Well I guess that answers that question."

Fiona eyed the girl, pursing her lips as she looked Elliott over, "You've gotten taller."

"I haven't grown in two years." Elliott shot back, Cordelia letting out a laugh as Fiona smirked.

"Ah yes, you really are a teenager now, aren't you?" Fiona said, lighting up a cigarette as she moved towards the table and sat down, "I missed it when you were a mousey thing who wouldn't talk."

"Well I miss when my mother wasn't pretending to be Martha Stewart, but here we are." Elliott said sarcastically as Cordelia rolled her eyes. While Elliott had picked up Cordelia's kindness and book smarts, her sarcastic nature leaned towards Fiona's side, something the older woman relished in. When Fiona wasn't around, Elliott's sass mostly was contained to lighthearted jokes and one liners, but when the supreme deigned to show up Elliott immediately went on Cordelia's defense, her words having more bite to them. If anyone else spoke to Fiona the way Elliott did, Cordelia knew her mother wouldn't hesitate to put them in their place, but Elliott and Fiona's relationship had always been peculiar. The two of them together always put Cordelia on edge, waiting for the moment Fiona finally snapped, but she never did, if anything she encouraged the behavior.

"You're too smart for your own good." Fiona sneered, "Now, have your powers come in yet, or are you a late bloomer like your mother?"

"Fiona, don't." Cordelia said sternly, "Leave her alone."

"Delia, she's 13 god damn years old. She should have them by now." Fiona said, waving her hand dismissively, "Ignore your mother, come sit."

Elliott rolled her eyes but moved over to the table, she knew better than to ignore Fiona's request, she had seen girls thrown across the room for not meeting the supreme's demands. "What do you want to know?" She asked.

"Why you are still in public school and not training at the coven." Fiona said.

"You need powers to train here, grandma." Elliott said, knowing Fiona hated when she called her that.

"Witches powers grow in times of crisis. If yours haven't appeared yet than your mother must be coddling you too much, not that I'm surprised." Fiona sneered as the front door opened.

"Who's that?" Elliott asked, turning to her mother.

"Oh! It's your dad." Cordelia said, smiling at the girl.

"I thought he wouldn't be home until next week?" Elliott asked, trying to hide her distain behind a convincing smile.

"We wanted to surprise you." Cordelia said, smiling as Hank walked in the room, Elliott turning her back to him.

"Hey baby." Hank said tiredly, walking in and kissing Cordelia on the cheek, then glancing over at the table, "Hey Ellie."

"Hey." Elliott said, not even bothering to turn around.

"Fiona." Hank all but sneered, Fiona smirking back at him.

"Hank." Fiona said, "You still hoping your construction failure takes off?"

Elliott rolled her eyes and put her head in her hands as the bickering began, Cordelia picking up the metal mallet and whacking the chicken again, this time as hard as she could, obviously trying to distract herself and drown everything out but the metal clangs. After about five minutes of Cordelia's continuous whacks Elliott finally let out a sigh and stood, walking behind the counter and grabbing the metal hammer out of her mother's grasp, throwing Cordelia a look before she kissed the woman's cheek and walked away. The disturbance was enough to stop the incessant argument, Fiona watching the girl carefully as she sat back down. "Are we bothering you?" Fiona said, smirking.

"Yea, and if you don't knock it off I'll beat you with this." Elliott said, swinging the mallet for emphasis.

"How was school, Ellie?" Hank said, trying to change the subject.

"Fine." Elliott said, taking an interest in her phone.

"You do anything fun?" Cordelia asked, hoping Elliott could distract everyone long enough to not have another fight break out.

"Not really. There's a new kid, David. He's a grade above me. He doesn't talk much but he seems nice enough, so I let him sit with me at lunch. Did I mention kids are psychotic and weird? No one else would talk to him today, he was just like by himself all day." Elliott said.

"Was there a reason for it?" Cordelia asked, curious.

"Well yea, but a stupid one. He's a foster kid, so apparently that's equivalent to having the plague or something. The kids at school won't even talk to you unless you are dressed in Aeropostale from head to toe. It's disgusting." Elliott ranted, "Elenor wouldn't even sit with me when I invited him, something about her image. She just started talking to this basketball guy, Parker, and she's like obsessed with him liking her, like that matters."

"Ah, she's looking to be a trophy wife early." Hank laughed, "Smart girl."

"Please." Elliott said, "The only thing that kid is ever going to be is stupid. He got kicked out of every private school in the area because he couldn't go a day without causing some kind of trouble. The only reason he's not in juvie is because his daddy is best friends with the DA."

"Boys will be boys." Hank said, Cordelia throwing him a look, "What? They will. I got kicked out of private school and I turned out just fine."

"I wouldn't say that." Fiona sneered, Elliott doing her best to hide her smirk.

"Oh," Cordelia said, glancing down at her half-finished dinner and back at the clock, "I forgot I have to call that girls parents."

"The new student?" Elliott asked, Cordelia nodding.

"They're in California and I forgot about the time difference, I was supposed to call them before 4, their time." Cordelia said, obviously frazzled, "I got distracted."

"Go call them." Elliott said, standing up, "I can finish this."

"Are you sure?" Cordelia asked.

"Yes mama, I'm sure. One of us can actually cook and it's not you." Elliott teased, her mother ruffling her hair before walking to her office.

"I didn't know you knew how to cook." Hank stated, Elliott barely even glancing up at him.

"I do it all the time." She said.

"Oh, guess I'm just not around that much." Hank responded, Elliott just continuing on with her work, "Your grades ok?"

"Yea." Elliott said, Fiona just sitting quietly and taking in the interaction.

"Got a boyfriend yet?" Hank tried again, Elliott shaking her head.

"Not interested, just like I wasn't when you asked me two weeks ago." She said bluntly, Hank finally giving up and mumbling something about needing to unpack before heading upstairs, Fiona laughing once he was out of earshot, "What?"

Fiona smirked at the girl, "You hate him."

Elliott glanced up, the answer written on her face, "He makes her happy."

"But you hate him." Fiona said, letting out a puff of smoke, "Smart girl."

"You really think I would tell you if I hated him? I don't need to give you any more ammo. I'm already going to have to clean up your mess when you leave." Elliott said, shaking her head, "Which is when, by the way?"

"Well you've always been your mother's guard dog, even though she won't admit it." Fiona scoffed, "What makes you think I'm leaving?"

"You never stay long enough to have any kind of actual responsibility. So when are you leaving?" Elliott shot back.

"Tonight." Fiona said, smirking, "You know they're trying to have another baby, right?"

"I know." Elliott said, taking the cooked chicken out of the pan and turning off the stove.

"And if they do have another child then you'll be stuck with him for the rest of your life." Fiona said, obviously trying to start something with the young girl.

"It didn't work out that way last time, at least until recently." Elliott said, "What exactly are you trying to accomplish here? You really think another baby is going to change anything? I'm already his kid."

"But he's not your father." Fiona retorted, Elliott silently agreeing with her, "That's what I thought. You've always been that way, even when you were a baby. He was never your father, but Cordelia was always your mother."

"That hasn't changed." Elliott said, "And it never will."

"Not even when they have their replacement child?" Fiona asked, Elliott rolling her eyes, "They're only having this baby because Hank wants a do over."

"Which he's going to screw up just like he screwed up the last time." Elliott said, choosing to level with the woman, if nothing else than to give her what she wanted from the beginning so she would shut up, "You really think he's going to stick around when he gets a second kid that doesn't like him?"

"You don't trust him." Fiona stated, Elliott throwing her a look.

"Do you?" She said, Fiona nodding approvingly.

"Cordelia underestimates you." Fiona said, "Does she even know you at all?"

"She knows me." Elliott shot back.

"No, she pushed you away with Hank, just like I pushed her away. My how the tables have turned." Fiona cackled.

"You really want to equate you killing off your husbands with her marrying one crappy dude?" Elliott said sarcastically.

"Don't pass judgements dear. You'll be getting a rather large trust fund from my dead husbands." Fiona said, ashing her cigarette and pulling out another.

"Oh please, like you'll ever die." Elliott said sarcastically as the woman smirked back at her, "I don't want your blood money."

"Elliott, you're a smart girl, but you are also incredibly naïve. There is good in this world and there's bad, and let me tell you, the bad always wins." Fiona said, "You either accept it, or you die."

Later, Cordelia was out working in the greenhouse, trying her best to avoid her mother, which didn't work out very well when the current supreme came walking in. "Where's Hank?" She asked as Cordelia let out a groan.

"He went to grab drinks with his friends." Cordelia said, knowing it was only going to lead to another one of her mother's digs, and she physically braced for the impact.

"Ah, so some things don't change." Fiona sneered, Cordelia rolling her eyes.

"What can I do for you, mother?" She asked, trying to just get the whole thing over with so she could return to her peaceful evening.

"Well you could start by figuring out your own daughter's powers." Fiona said, Cordelia whipping around.

"They'll come in when they're ready. I don't need you making her feel bad over something she can't control." Cordelia shot back.

"She already has them, she has to. She's the granddaughter of the supreme for Christ's sake." Fiona fired back.

"You know as well as I do that it doesn't affect every generation; she might never have them." Cordelia responded, shaking her head.

"She has them." Fiona said.

"If she had them I would know." Cordelia shot back, tired of Fiona's antics.

"Oh please, you don't even know who she is anymore, you're so wrapped up in that snake of a husband." Fiona snarled, "The worst thing you ever did was let him back into your lives."

"Mother, me and Elliott are fine, so don't even try it." Cordelia bit back, "And Elliott loves Hank."

"To your face." Fiona said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Cordelia said loudly. Fiona always did know exactly what buttons to push.

Fiona let out a sinister laugh, "She hates him. You really can't see it, can you?"

Cordelia rolled her eyes, "She does not hate him, Fiona. I would know."

"Delia, please. She won't call him dad; she won't even call him anything. She only talks to him when you are around, as soon as you leave it's one word answers at best. She can barely tolerate him, and she certainly doesn't love him." Fiona said, lighting a cigarette.

"Did you come here just to try and screw up my life?" Cordelia said vehemently, Fiona laughing.

"Oh my dear, you are doing a fine job of that yourself. You don't know your daughter and you certainly don't know a single thing about your husband. You really let him convince you to have another baby so he can have his replacement child? It's a time bomb and everyone knows it." Fiona drawled, seemingly unbothered by the whole argument.

"It's not a replacement child, and I don't need you sticking that in Elliott's head." Cordelia seethed.

"I don't have to tell her what she already knows." Fiona said, "You underestimate her. You think you're protecting her when really she's protecting you, and you'll make her do it again when he packs up and leaves you with two children to care for on your own."

"You hate him. You've always hated him for no reason." Cordelia shot back.

"I have plenty of reasons. Last time I checked he left you alone with a toddler." Fiona said sarcastically.

"He's not the same person, he's grown up. You don't see that because you aren't around. He's changed. We don't even fight anymore, not like we used to." Cordelia said, shaking her head as she crossed her arms, "We aren't kids anymore."

"Then why are you still holding onto this idea of the perfect family?" Fiona shot back, Cordelia tensing up, "He left you alone, and once I finally started to think you had toughened up, you just let him back into your life, like it never even happened." Fiona flicked her cigarette bud to the ground, "Darling, this isn't a fairytale. You won't get your perfect little family or your happily ever after, all you'll get is pain. If you think this is going to work out than you're even weaker than I thought you were. You're hurting yourself and you're hurting your child for nothing, all because you can't let go."

"I'm not hurting my child." Cordelia spit, "Elliott is fine."

Fiona's hard stare softened as she dropped her head, "You know, I see her becoming who you were. You were so secretive and angry with me. I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. She's a powerful witch, I can feel it, and I would hate to see her become you and cower in the shadows."

"Elliott doesn't cower." Cordelia said, Fiona looking up and nodding.

"She doesn't, but she does when it comes to you." Fiona said, righting herself before turning to walk out the door, "Open your eyes Cordelia. That girl was utterly obsessed with you. You were her whole world until you brought that rat home. Now you barely have a relationship and she's hiding away in that library just so she doesn't have to deal with all of this. She's a lot more like me than you think, she knows how this ends."

Cordelia couldn't stop the tears from flowing once her mother left the room. Why did she always make her feel like this? Cordelia was perfectly fine when she wasn't around, but the second she came swooping in all her biggest insecurities were on full display. She never had anything nice to say to Cordelia, not about the way she parented, how she ran the school, nothing. She only ever said nice things about Elliott, and even that was rare. The only reason Cordelia even let her come around is because she held onto this stupid hope that one day her mother would come back and actually do something good for the coven, but she knew that was a fantasy.

Cordelia heard light footsteps on the walkway outside, quickly drying her tears as Elliott came wandering into the greenhouse like she did every night. It had become a habit since she was a child, every night Elliott would finish up with whatever homework she had that day, and she would join her mother in the greenhouse, sitting on the table while her mother worked. It was the one thing left that was just the two of them, Elliott even going so far as to tell Hank that no boys were allowed in the greenhouse when he tried to join them one night. The memory originally made Cordelia laugh, but after everything that Fiona had said, now it just seemed tainted.

Elliott took her usual perch on the table, fiddling with a plant next to her. "Fiona left." Cordelia said quietly, Elliott letting out a laugh.

"Good." She said, "Now we can get back to our lives."

"I'm really proud of you, you know that? It takes a lot of guts to stand up for what's right. I'm sure that boy really appreciated you." Cordelia said, cupping Elliott's face gently and kissing her head.

"I mean, it's not that long ago I was like him. I mean, obviously I haven't had to deal with what he has, it's not an equal situation at all. But when I started there I wouldn't talk to anyone, and they didn't bother to try and talk to me. Going to a new school and feeling like you have no one sucks." Elliott said, shrugging.

"Yea, you were really shy." Cordelia said with a laugh.

"Oh yea, I was crazy shy, and now I won't shut up." Elliott joked, "Maybe it was better that way."

"Never." Cordelia said, smiling at her daughter as she brushed a loose curl out of her face before Fiona's words rang through her head, then dropping her gaze.

"What's wrong?" Elliott asked, picking up on her mother's subtle change. Even after all this time, Elliott could still read her like a book.

Cordelia bit her lip, not looking up to meet Elliott's gaze, "Do you think we have a broken relationship?"

"Woah," Elliott said, nudging her mother and causing the woman to look up at her, "Where is this coming from?" Cordelia just shook her head and didn't respond, so Elliott tried to think of what could have set it off. Elliott had a particular knack for being able to figure out what was said without being told. She knew it had to come from Fiona, it was always Fiona. She stared at her mother and she could picture the conversation in her mind, like it was being projected on a movie screen. Even though Elliott didn't have any powers, she liked to think that was one, since she always was right about it, usually word for word. "Fiona?" She asked, Cordelia letting out a sigh as she nodded, "You know she only says stuff to mess with you."

"I know." Cordelia said, "She said I pushed you away because of Hank."

"Mama, no." Elliott said, shaking her head, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"You love your dad, right?" Cordelia asked, obviously not dropping the situation. Fiona knew how to push all the right buttons, and it drove Elliott crazy. She knew questioning Cordelia's relationship with her daughter was the one thing that would absolutely send her into a spiral, and Elliott was always the one having to pick up the pieces when it was over.

"He makes you happy, that's all I want." Elliott said, knowing better than to directly lie to her mother.

"I know that, but that doesn't answer my question." Cordelia said, Elliott letting out a sigh.

"I don't love him in the same way I love you." Elliott said honestly, "He wasn't there, he still really isn't here. You always have been."

"You would tell me if there was a problem?" Cordelia asked, studying Elliott's face. The girl never really had a good poker face, and it was the quickest way to tell if there was something she wasn't saying.

"There's no problem. The only problem is Fiona trying to start an issue over something that doesn't exist." Elliott said seriously.

"She says I don't even know you anymore." Cordelia said quietly, staring to gather ingredients for a potion.

"Your mother only knows about herself. She doesn't know you, or me for that matter. She's delusional." Elliott said fiercely, making Cordelia chuckle before her eyes turned sad once again.

"We used to be so close…" Cordelia said softly, glancing up at Elliott.

"We still are." Elliott said seriously, "It's you and me, always. No matter what."

That seemed to satisfy the older witch, who nodded and began to move around more freely than before, grabbing a dead plant and bringing it over to the table. Elliott watched the woman carefully, confused as to why her mother was focusing on the lifeless shrub as opposed to the many other living plants that needed to be pruned and watered. Cordelia placed her hands over the plant and went still for a moment, letting out a slow breath as the crispy brown leaves suddenly turned lush and green, coming back before Elliott's very eyes. Cordelia seemed unphased, moving on to the next task as her daughter stared at her in wonder. "I didn't know you could do that." Elliott said quietly, Cordelia glancing back up at her questioningly.

"Oh, that?" She asked, motioning to the plant as Elliott nodded, "That's nothing."

"I've only ever seen your mother do that." Elliott said seriously.

"A lot of witches can do it." Cordelia said dismissively, "It's not like I can bring back people or anything."

"Have you tried?" Elliott asked, curious.

Cordelia shook her head, "No, I haven't. I'm not strong enough, it takes a pretty powerful witch."

"I think you are more powerful than you give yourself credit for." Elliott said.

Cordelia blushed at the compliment, averting her gaze as she tried to change the subject, "We have a new student coming tomorrow."

Elliott perked up, knowing how hard her mother had been searching for new witches, "That's good!"

Cordelia let out a laugh, "We'll see. From what I've gathered she's not exactly an easy girl to deal with."

"Neither was Queenie." Elliott shot back, "How many times did she threaten to kill you when she first got here?"

"Too many." Cordelia joked, "Poor Nan was going nuts."

"That's just because Queenie's thoughts are just as loud as her mouth. Your first mistake was making them room together. Nan hardly slept." Elliott replied, "She started hanging out with me all the time just because I was quiet. Then she left me alone because I was too quiet and she didn't like it."

"She hasn't been able to figure you out quite yet." Cordelia said, amused.

"It's hard to read the mind of someone who doesn't think." Elliott joked, Cordelia rolling her eyes.

"You think, Elliott. Come on. You wouldn't have the grades you have if you didn't think." Cordelia said seriously.

"No I would be getting wasted and not studying like the rest of my classmates." Elliott said, "Oh, that reminds me, Elenor's birthday party is tomorrow night. Can I go?"

"I thought her birthday party was next weekend?" Cordelia asked, confused.

"That's the one her parents are throwing. This is the one Kasey is throwing because we all know Elenor's parents hate fun." Elliott joked.

Cordelia looked at the girl suspiciously, Kasey wasn't exactly Cordelia's favorite friend of Elliott's. She was the wild child whose parents weren't ever really around, and she had gotten Elliott into more trouble than the witch was really comfortable with. "Will her parents be home?" Cordelia asked, Elliott letting out a sigh.

"I don't know, maybe?" She responded, "I know someone is watching her."

"Elliott…" Cordelia said, knowing an argument was coming. The two didn't fight often, but Elliott had always been very stubborn and when they did it was a stand off, "I can't let you go to a party without an adult to supervise, not to mention you need to spend time with your dad. He isn't around very often; he wasn't supposed to come home until next week but he made it work so he could spend time with you."

"So I'm just supposed to drop everything in my life every time he shows up? I didn't even know he was supposed to be here." Elliott shot back.

"No, but we do have to make sacrifices, Elle. We all know he would much rather be here with us full time, but his priority is providing for us and that means he can't be here all the time. We have to make compromises. I already said you could go to the one next weekend, but you'll have to skip this one, ok?" Cordelia said, trying to reason with the girl.

"If he's home next week then why don't I go to this one and skip the one next weekend?" Elliott asked, "That's a compromise."

Cordelia let out a groan, "Elliott, I can't let you go to a party where there isn't supervision."

"So you don't trust me?" Elliott asked, obviously frustrated.

"It's not you I don't trust and you know that." Cordelia said sternly, "The last time I let you hang out with Kasey without supervision you came home in a police car."

"How were we supposed to know a public park closed?" Elliott fired back.

"I don't know, maybe the five signs that said the park closed at dusk?" Cordelia said sarcastically, Elliott rolling her eyes.

"We were just playing flashlight tag." Elliott sighed, Cordelia throwing her a look.

"And if I remember correctly Kasey and her friends were drunk." Cordelia said pointedly.

"But I wasn't drunk." Elliott shot back, "I can handle myself."

"I know you can, I don't doubt that. But Kasey is two years older than you and so are the rest of her friends, I don't want to risk putting you into situations you aren't emotionally ready to handle just yet. My priority has to be your safety, and I just don't feel like you would be safe at that party." Cordelia said, letting the girl know her word was final, "You can't go. I'm sorry but there will be other parties."

"Figures." Elliott muttered, letting out a frustrated sigh as she hopped off the table.

"Where are you going?" Cordelia asked, stopping the girl in her trek towards the door.

"Bed. I have a test tomorrow I have to make sure I get enough sleep." Elliott said, the slight edge in her voice almost making Cordelia laugh at her broodiness.

"And you weren't even going to say goodnight?" Cordelia teased, Elliott dramatically turning herself around to face the woman.

"Goodnight." She said unenthusiastically, Cordelia throwing her a smirk.

"You know that's not how this works." Cordelia said, "Come here." Elliott rolled her eyes and slowly made her way back towards the woman, practically stomping her feet as Cordelia opened her arms, trying her best not to laugh, knowing it would only irritate the girl further. Elliott begrudgingly stepped into her mother's hold, feeling the older witch snake her arms around her shoulders, and the young girl instinctively leaned in and rested her chin on her mother's shoulder, but refrained from lifting her arms from her sides, grasping onto anything to show her defiance. Cordelia just laughed into her daughter's unruly hair, "So how long will you be mad at me for this time?"

"Check back in 3-5 business days." Elliott snarked, trying her best to keep the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth at bay. It was hard for Elliott to stay mad at Cordelia, even when she still felt the anger panging around in the hollows of her chest. As much as Elliott hated Cordelia's helicopter parenting style, she also knew the love Cordelia had for her was a force to be reckoned with. Elliott's friends had all questioned at one point or another if their parents even liked them, let alone loved them, but Elliott hadn't ever even thought of the question, at least not when it came to Cordelia. There was no doubt in her mind that she was fiercely loved at all times, even when she did come home in a cop car.

Elliott had learned very early on that her mother wasn't like other parents, and they certainly didn't have the same relationship that other parents had with their kids. Elliott could count on two hands the amount of times Cordelia had raised her voice to the girl, and she only needed three fingers to count the times Cordelia had legitimately yelled at her, and those three times she absolutely deserved it. Elliott never got the standard "Because I said so" that other kids did, her mother never talked down to her, and if she did say no she always gave a reason behind it. The other parents regularly questioned Cordelia's parenting style, especially when Elliott was younger. The girl distinctly remembered a parent asking at a birthday party why Cordelia felt the need to justify her choices to a child, but Elliott's mother always operated on the firm belief that just because she was a child didn't mean she had to be talked to or treated like a child, and that still held true. The other parents wrote it off that it was because Cordelia was such a young mother, that she just didn't get it yet, but her parenting style never faltered.

Because of this, Elliott very rarely felt the need to act out or rebel, something a lot of other kids her age struggled with. Elliott knew that no matter what her mother would accept her, even when she made a few dumb choices. Cordelia never made her feel guilty for being curious about something, she knew experimenting was a normal part of growing up, and she never shied away from the more uncomfortable subjects like drinking, drugs, and sex. Cordelia always said she would rather know and have a real conversation about it than find out when it was too late. Cordelia knew that some of Elliott's friends were doing some questionable things, but she never judged the girl for wanting to have a relationship with them regardless, and the two had talked about that kind of stuff enough for the mother to know her child wasn't taking it lightly.

So despite Elliott being utterly pissed off that her mother wouldn't let her go to this party, she still gave in to her hug, wrapping her arms around the taller woman loosely as Cordelia chuckled and kissed the side of her head. "There we go." The older woman teased, making Elliott bite her lip, "I know you are mad at me, and I get it, I do, but it's just because I love you, ok?" Elliott nodded into her shoulder as Cordelia pressed another kiss to her head, "Alright, now you can go to bed."

Cordelia fully expected the girl to instantly pull away, but to her surprise Elliott stayed in her arms a few more moments, tightening her grip around the older witch's waist. The action alone pushed every Fiona-fueled doubt Cordelia had about her relationship with her daughter from her mind, and Cordelia was suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia. Despite the fact that Elliott was growing up faster than Cordelia could believe, Elliott was still the same little girl who thought her mother hung the moon. She still was the six-year-old girl who crawled into her mother's bed every night despite having her own room, the same girl who cried when she was dropped off for her first day of school because she couldn't bear the idea of being away from Cordelia for more than a couple hours. Despite everything changing, the one thing that didn't was the safety Elliott felt when she was in her mother's arms, and Cordelia held her a little tighter at the thought.

Eventually, Elliott finally pulled back, staring at her mother for a few moments before saying, "I'm still mad at you."

"I figured you would be." Cordelia laughed, Elliott nodding slightly then walking towards the open door, "I love you!"

"Love you too." Elliott mumbled as she walked out, Cordelia rolling her eyes and finally letting out the chuckle she had been holding in. Elliott walked inside, passing a drunk Hank stumbling through the door and offering him a barely audible "Goodnight", then heading upstairs, passing by Nan and Queenie's open door and telling the two bickering girls to knock it off before she finally crawled into bed and turned out the light.