Later that day, the bell rang for home-time and Bianca walked out of school smiling. Her best friend Lisa had missed the first day back as she had some type of bug. Otherwise, Bianca would've shared what was making her feel so happy with her friend. Bianca had had a great day, helping Charles find his way around, and sharing a lot of personal information with the handsome dark-haired boy. No other boy had ever taken an interest in the girl with thick glasses, but surprisingly, Charles had and he seemed to genuinely be interested in her, so she didn't question his motives.
"Bianca, would you like to go for a quick drink?" asked Charles, as he caught up with the senior.
Bianca turned and looked at him. "I'm not even eighteen yet," she answered - she wouldn't get caught for underage drinking.
"Me either. I thought we could get a soda though." Charles had quickly decided he should do his best to keep Bianca liking him - he really wanted to remain friends with her.
Bianca smiled; this guy was as law-abiding as she was and she liked that.
Charles felt relieved that he'd realized that Bianca preferred to adhere to the law. He was trying his hardest to be the ideal match for the woman. He liked Bianca and really wanted to date her.
"Sure, we can get some bottles from that store," agreed Bianca, pointing out to Charles the small store across the road.
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Two years later...
Bianca Wilmington was propped up by pillows in her hospital bed, nervously cradling the tiny new-born in her arms. "Please don't do anything magical," she softly pleaded with the baby. The baby just continued sleeping, looking as cute and normal as all the other babies that had been born there within the last month or so.
Charles walked into the ward and sat down in the padded seat beside the bed. "Has he done anything yet?"
"No, thank God. How would we explain it to the rest of the ward if he did?"
"Don't worry, Honey. We'll be out of here soon."
"I wish I'd known a lot sooner that you were a real male witch," said Bianca, unhappy at being thrust into a magical life that she'd had no warning about.
"If you'd known sooner you wouldn't have accepted me to be your husband," reasoned Charles. "I don't see why my being a witch has to be a problem. What's more important is that we love each other."
"Before we moved in together, furniture wasn't always getting broken in demon attacks, and my life was quiet. Now, to add to that, we have a magical child to protect from demons, as well as protect from his own magic until he learns to control it."
"Calm down, Honey; we'll manage," said Charles comfortingly. He stroked one of her hands while she cradled the child in her arms, trying to reassure the young woman who had married a male witch without prior knowledge of it. Bianca had discovered his real identity by accident when a demon had appeared in the house and tried to harm her. Luckily Charles had promptly orbed in with his Whitelighter, and had vanquished the demon.
"At least you haven't run out on me like Lisa's boyfriend did after he got her pregnant," said Bianca, thinking about her best friend raising her child without a father to support them.
To be continued...