"So, I understand that Senora Madrigal apologized to Julieta during Luisa's reception. Does that mean that you're moving back into Casita?"

Agustin chuckled lightly as he carefully selected some peppers from the vegetable stand, adding them to the large basket he was carrying, "Why? You eager to have us out of your hair?"

"No, I was just wondering what your plans were. Do you have a house that you're interested in?"

Agustin shook his head, selecting several large red tomatoes and adding them to the basket, "Not yet, we'll probably start looking tomorrow."

"Well, I know of a place, it's not listed for sale, but I happen to know the owner. His daughter is a widow, and she's hoping that he will move in with her to help take care of her children while she works. Her Mother-in-Law has been helping, but her health has gone downhill recently."

"How many bedrooms," Agustin asked, "We need at least three."

"Four," Senor Gonzalez explained.

"Okay," Agustin said, slowly, "That's good, but what about the cost?"

"Oh, I'm sure that we can come up with a suitable price," his father insisted, studying a mango, "It makes sense, I just told Mirabel that she could decorate her room however she wants to now that Isa and Luisa have both moved out. Bruno's comfortable in his room, you'll get your own room and you can turn the guest room back into a guest room, or whatever you want. I'm sure that Mirabel would love a sewing room."

"Wait," Agustin fumbled with his basket and would have spilled the contents if his father hadn't grabbed it himself, "You're moving in with Maria?"

"She needs my help with the kids, and I figured that you and your family could take over the farm for me, huh? What do you say, Gussie Boy?"

"Pa, please don't call me that, I'm almost fifty," Agustin insisted, "As for buying your house, I think it's a wonderful idea, I'll talk to Julieta about it."

…

Camilo gulped, straightening his rauna, he was going to do this. He was going to ask Francisca out. It wasn't like he had a choice, Dolores had blabbed about his crush to Mama and it was only a matter of time before it becomes common knowledge, he wanted Francisca to hear about it from him, and now that he was getting his full paycheck he could actually afford to take her out.

He carefully knocked on the door, he could totally do this.

A tall muscular man who looked like he could bench press Luisa answered the door, a cigar hanging lip from his mouth. This man was the only reason he hadn't done this earlier. This man, Francisca's father, could easily snap him in half if he wanted to.

"Well what do you want?" the man demanded, reeking heavily of alcohol.

"Ummm, is Francisca home?" he asked nervously, shapeshifting just a little bit so that he appeared taller.

"Yeah, hold on one minute," her father granted, before turning his head back into the house, "Francisca, the shapeshifting Madrigal is here to see him."

"I have a name," Camilo protested, "It's…" Francisca came to the doorway at that moment, her skirt swishing around her.

"Camilo!" she exclaimed, "What a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go get an obeleas from the stand? My treat?" Camilo asked, his face turning as red as his hermana's skirt.

Francisca frowned opening her mouth to say something but her father spoke up before she could, "You should go," he insisted, before leaning over and whispering something in her ear.

She nodded, "You're right Papi, I'd love to go, Camilo, I just can't right now, can you give me an hour to finish my chores and then I will meet you at the Obeleas Stand, okay?"

"Sure, I'll see you there!" Camilo insisted.

…

Pepa was raining, she just couldn't believe that Camilo had asked a girl out. He was growing up so quickly, and of course, Dolores had gone out with Mariano. They hadn't told her anything except for the fact that they were just taking the time to get to know each other. Pepa hoped that meant wedding bells and grandbabies were in her future. She'd been watching Julieta with Sofia, and she couldn't wait to have her own grandchild to spoil.

"Pepa you have a cloud!" was Alma's way of telling her that she had entered the room.

"Oh, lighten up," Pepa snapped, her cloud rumbling with thunder, "In case you didn't know, my gift is connected with my emotions, so, of course, I have a cloud. Mi Bebe's are growing up on me, Dolores and Camilo are out on dates right now."

"Well, Camilo is fifteen, and Dolores is Twenty-One it's about time she settled down."

"I didn't get married until I was twenty-five," Pepa pointed out, "Julieta didn't get married until she was twenty-eight, Bruno still is single, yet you want my twenty-one-year-old to get married? Of course, you do, you wanted to marry Isabela off to a stranger."

"I really thought that Mariano and Isabela were meant for each other!"

"If they were meant for each other, then they wouldn't have needed your interference."

Alma opened her mouth to argue, but the sight of new cracks spreading across the wall stopped her. Pepa was close to Julieta, she would no doubt report any missteps she makes, so she'll have to tread carefully. She already was at a bad start.

"Lo siento, you have a point, I guess I am just stressed. I talked to Julieta during the reception, and she says that my apology isn't enough."

"If you want my help convincing her to forgive you, you might want to watch what you say and do around me and my kids. Keep in mind that Dolores hears everything. I know that you are just trying to get close to Mirabel to save your miracle, and it's not going to work. I'm sure Mirabel already knows about it."

…

"It's time for Lunch," Julieta called out, wiping her hands off on her apron, it had been a busy day. After Agustin and his father had returned home from picking up some fresh produce, they had helped him pack up his personal items so that he could move in with Maria later.

Mirabel had already been working on ways to make her bedroom her own and was at the moment helping Bruno and Agustin tear down the bunk bed so she'd have more room. Julieta was surprised no one, mainly her husband hadn't hurt himself yet.

"Mirabel, Agustin, Bruno, Abuelo, come eat while it is hot!" she shouted.

"I eat, I hun'gy," a little voice said from behind Julieta.

Julieta whirled around, glancing down to find Sofia looking up at her.

"Hola Abuela!" she said brightly, "I eat now."

Julieta blinked, they had kept Sofia overnight last night so that Luisa and Tomas could have some privacy on their wedding night, but they had picked her up first thing this morning, wanting to spend time as a family. So how in the world was Sofia standing in her kitchen?

"Sofia, what are you doing here?" she demanded, "Is your Mami with you?" it wasn't like Luisa to just let Sofia wander off like this. She was always with her.

"Si," Sofia announced, grabbing her abuela's hand and dragging her towards the living room, "I opened, oh, there's two!"

Against the far wall were two glowing doors, one with a picture of Casita, and one with a picture of Luisa. Julieta knew for a fact that those doors hadn't been there that morning.

She glanced at them and then glanced at Sofia, "Did you go through the door that has your Mami's picture on it?" she asked.

Sofia shook her head, "No, it's you."

"It was me?"

"Si."

Julieta frowned as she heard footsteps racing down the stairs and Agustin calling out to her.

"Is everything alright, Mi Amor… those doors weren't there this morning, were they? And what's Sofia doing here?"

"She claims to have come through a glowing door with my picture on it," Julieta explained, nodding to the glowing doors.

Agustin nodded, "Hey, Mira, take a look at what's going on in here, tell us what you think?"

Mirabel poked her head into the living room, a can of wet kitten food in her hands, as she had been in the process of feeding Amorcita her lunch when he had called out, and stared in confusion at the glowing doors, "Oh," she said brightly, setting down the can of food, "That's amazing!"

Amorcita meowed impatiently and tried to stick her muzzle into the half-open can of food, but Bruno saw her and quickly removed it before she could cut herself.

Mirabel opened the door with Luisa's picture on it… revealing her sister's own living room.

"Sofia, come on, it's time for lunch!" her sister's voice called out from somewhere else.

"Mami," Sofia called out rushing forward, through the door, Mirabel following close behind.

…

Tomas had been putting the finishing touches on lunch while Luisa got Sofia washed up. Only Sofia wasn't in her bedroom or her new playroom. She called out over and over again, looking for her.

"Hey, Luisa," a bright bubbly voice called out, causing Tomas to jump nearly out of his skin to see his sister-in-law standing in the middle of the living room with Sofia.

Luisa came thundering down the stairs, "Mirabel, you found Sofia? Where did you find her?"

"Did you know that there's a magical door that leads straight to our living room?" Mirabel asked, giving her typical bounce, "We have one that leads here, and there's one that leads to Casita, as well. Dolores should have her family figure out where the door from Casita is located. That will make it so much easier for them to be able to visit, but what if Abuela finds it. Can she use it as well? Will she just show up unannounced like Sofia did?"

Luisa and Tomas just stared at her in confusion, "What?" Tomas asked in confusion.

"Now that Papa and Mama are buying Abuelo's place and Luisa moved in with you, there's a magical door that connects our living rooms," Mirabel announced, "And at least we have one that connects to Casita. I don't know about you guys though."

"Wait?" Luisa said quickly, "There's a door that leads to your house?"

Sofia nodded, "Si, it all glowy and has a picture of Abuela on it. Let's go, Abuela made lunch!"

Luisa scooped up the little girl, "Maybe after siesta," she insisted, "Papi made lunch as well."

"Mira!" Bruno's voice called out, "You have got to come and feed your cat before she tries one of my rats!"