Idea belongs to Quanktumspirit. Ty for ur note!

AN: I've written this based off one of my older fanfics from a different account, "I Thought You Loved Me". This one has basically the same concept, except the 4 Fairies are going to be a bit more friendly with each other than written in the past. It's important to note that this story contains mentions of pregnancy and abortion, topics that might cause controversy or triggers to some. If this makes you uncomfortable, I'm warning you now before you go any further. None of the events that happen in the story reflect my personal beliefs on the subject, and will not be disclosed.

Other than that, please enjoy!

" , we need someone to drive truck 6. The fairy assigned to that truck had left early since she had some sort of family emergency.", a voice rang from Miguel's work phone as he groaned, rubbing his temples together, wishing he had some sort of a heads-up. The sun was blazing hot outside the window; even the high-powered AC and magic powered fans didn't seem to be a strong enough combatant, so Miguel couldn't imagine himself trapped in one of the trucks for fever long.

" , are you there?"

"Yeah yeah, keep your pants on. I got it.", Miguel snapped, a semi-annoyed tone in his voice as he got up from his desk and shut off his computer, before briefly looking at the picture next to him. Right front in center was a portrait of himself, his wife Yolonda, and his twin daughters, Blonda and Wanda, millenniums before they had both grown up and moved on with their lives. Miguel still couldn't believe Blonda was winning an acting award for the latest movie she had starred in, "Magical Love". He had always complained that romantic movies were just some sleazy way for those snobby FairyWood producers to make a quick cash-grab, but all the movies Miguel had seen Blonda in, well..find him a time he was actually wrong.

As he gathered some of the paperwork and the route information needed for Truck 6, Miguel took the family portrait and took it out of the picture frame, folding it in his front pocket as he headed out the door. But before that, he got another glance at his daughters, before finally, he studied his beautiful wife for a mere few seconds. Yolonda towered him in the picture, being at least 8 inches taller that he was, and sported a swirly, plum purple hair-style flowing down past her plump shoulders. She wore sparkly blue eye shadow and ruby-red lipstick, complimenting the foundation and blush caked all over her face. She also shared Blonda's extravagant sense of fashion, wearing a deep purple dress in the picture, alongside some white heels Miguel could only guess costed a fortune.

Miguel knew his wife loved him, but often than not (and especially lately), Yolonda would find an excuse to leave the house for the evening, usually decked out in sparkly gold and purple party dresses, or some leather pants and jackets, and when she's just getting home, Miguel's getting up for work. The more he thought about it as he drove down the road towards a rather shabby-looking neighborhood, the more he began to question much of what happened from the last few weeks. The lights dying down as he turned right into a subdivision, surrounded by houses much smaller than what he was used to. Likewise, Yolonda had started to seem a bit colder than when their daughters were around. Miguel had tried several times to get Yolonda to open up, only for her to tell him, "Nothing's wrong Miguel, you're crazy", or "We'll talk later. I gotta meet up with my friend". It was almost as if Yolonda was stuck in her high school years.

A few minutes later, Miguel had parked towards his first stop of the evening; a dumpster that rested right next to a small, lavender house on the end of the street. A matching mailbox with the surname "Cosma" was written on it, and a cobblestone path seemed to be leading the way towards a dark purple, oak door. Miguel leaped out of his truck to open up the dumpster lid, before he heard the sound of a door creaking open behind him. Exiting the door was a tall, lanky male fairy with green hair and rectangular glasses setting his briefcase down next to him, alongside another fairy, a cyan female, wearing a stained, matching dress, and a weary look in her eyes. The male fairy was dressed in a black suit and tie, and a green sweater underneath his jacket.

"N-Now Nora honey uhm..a-are you sure you don't need anything from me before I go? I don't know how long my sister'll need me for. A-and I don't think the funeral will be until Sunday, so it'll be at least two days.", the man said timidly, looking at his wife who casted a lazy glance.

"Linnie, does it look like I need you to babysit me? I said go! I've got everything under control. It's not like the kids are still living with us."

"I-I know. I just wanted to make sure you were ok before I left.", Linnie said softly, "Oh Nora, could you please not drink so much while I'm away? I don't think that's good for your health."

"Oh my god.", Nora rolled her eyes, "Why do you care? I'm a grown adult! I should be able to drink whatever I'd like."

"Well..yes…b-but don't you think you can be a bit…I-I just don't want you in the hospital."

"Linnie, I'll be fine. Go on now. You sister's waiting on you."

"Ok dear…I love you.", Linnie said softly, gently approaching Nora as he tried to kiss her, only for her to shake him off, making Linnie flinch a little bit.

"I-I don't know yet Lin. I'm still mad."

"O-Oh ok then…I'm sorry. I-I know this is all so sudden, but Daisy doesn't have anyone to support her right now, and I'd like to see my dad one more time before he…", the man squeaked, before gulping, "he gets put to rest. I-I really hope you can forgive me."

"I mean..", Nora went on, taking another swing of the beer in her hand, "Is a little planning too much for you, though? I mean, it seems like now that the kids have moved out, you don't want much to do with me. It's like you're never even home. Did you only stick around because you wanted children? Are you that selfish?"

"I-I-I…no dear, of course not. I would never do that to you, I promise. It's just…I-I don't know. I thought you didn't like to be bothered while you were watching TV?"

"Yeah well, some intimacy here and there would be nice. Women have needs too, Linnie. It's not all about you men. You know, we hadn't been active since Cosmo was born."

"Well uhm..I-I don't know if I want to anymore…the pregnancies were kind of rough.", Linnie squeaked once more, reminding Miguel of a little mouse, "And you know how I don't trust condoms anymore."

"Ha! I thought you loved children."

"I-I do! Of course I do. I-I just don't like the pregnancies..", Linnie blushed, looking down on the ground with embarrassment, "You have no idea what it's like being barely able to get out of bed in the morning because of all that extra weight, o-or vomiting at 3 am, or crying just because there's no milk in the fridge."

"Heh, you sure it's not just because you're a pussy?", Nora mocked, making Linnie flinch back, offendedly, "Look Lin, all I'm saying is you can be a little more attentive to my needs, instead of springing these plans on me last minute and finding some excuse to leave. Seems to me you hadn't learned much from those 3,000 years."

Linnie fell silent as he stared at his wife, before picking up his suitcase and wand. He muttered a goodbye to his wife, before Miguel watched him vanish from thin air, and the woman head back inside. 3,000 years? What happened during those 3,000 years? Was there more to the soft-spoken male tat Miguel had no idea of? Miguel found himself in a trance before his walkie-talkie went off, telling him that he was way behind schedule, and that he needed to make his way to his next stop soon. Miguel climbed back onto his truck and turned the key into the ignition and finished the job, continuing on with his route before turning in for the evening.

Exhausted and tired, it was now around 10 PM before Miguel was able to close up shop, finishing all his paperwork and making sure all the trucks were parked appropriately. About 30 minutes after that, he poofed with his wand back to his mansion, where noise was all but seldom.

"Yolonda? Babe? You home?", he called, as he walked down the long hallway, towards their kitchen, where a note lied down on the bar.

Miguel-

Went off with some girlfriend's off for their birthday. Might be too drunk to come home, so hopefully I'll see you in the morning. Left u a TV dinner if ur too tired to cook.

Yolonda

Of course. She couldn't even be bothered to leave her note with an "I love you". Scowling, Miguel took the portrait out of his shirt, and slammed it on the table, before turning around and grabbing his wand once more. Maybe a drink from the Ol' Fairy Pub will clear his mind…