First and foremost, I want to say thank you to everyone who's read my original chapter. I'm very flattered by the reviews and requests to see more chapters.

That being said, originally, I was only going to do this story as a one shot, but after reading that maybe I should consider making it a multi-chapter story, I started thinking and felt that maybe there were some things that could be explored further. So after some brainstorming, I decided to continue this story. I'm not exactly sure how many more chapters there'll be, but I'm fairly certain there will be at least two, if not three, more to help finish my initial idea properly.

However, I will say this, while I know in the original chapter I wrote that Evie would go to live with Snow White, there won't be much mention of that relationship in rest of this story. Maybe a mention or two here and there, but I was already in the process of writing a story (separate from the situations going on in this story) that focused almost entirely on them. In order to prevent any redundancy, I've chosen to exclude them from the remainder of this story. I'm sorry if that upsets anyone, but I'll have the beginning of that story uploaded hopefully in the next few days. If you were looking forward to reading about Evie and Snow White, I'm fairly certain you'll enjoy that story, especially since it was planned as a multi-chapter work. Please don't be angry, I just wanted to do something bigger with them, especially since that relationship seems like it would have the most potential for its work.

That being said, enough of my ramblings and I hope you all enjoy this next installment.

"She's what?" Jane practically screamed when she heard the news from her mother.

"Mal is moving in with us," Fairy Godmother repeated as she worked to put together the guest room for Mal.

"Why?"

"Because she has nowhere else to go, Jane," Fairy Godmother told her. "Her mother's been turned into a lizard, and apparently, she never told Mal who her father is, which means she has no other family. And even if we did know who her father was, I'd have still volunteered to take her in. That island isn't safe for her anymore."

"So let her stay at the palace. They have guards," the fourteen year-old said.

Fairy Godmother finished making the bed, then sat down, and the patted the bed next to her. Her daughter sat down, the look on her face somewhere between anger and indignation. She felt for Jane since knew that she had sprung the news on her rather suddenly and for Jane, after so many years as an only child, this had to be the equivalent of bringing home a new baby.

"Sweetie, Belle and Adam, and obviously Ben, were fine with letting her stay there, but after speaking with Belle, I felt that we'd have a more fitting home. After all, Mal is part fairy, just like you. This way, she gets some exposure to being round her own kind."

"We don't even live like real fairies. You stopped using magic, and you've never taught me any," Jane argued.

Fairy Godmother looked at her daughter again. Where before there was anger, now there was sadness. All those years ago, halting her use of magic was the hardest decision she'd ever made, but it wasn't until she heard her daughter say those words with that face that she realized that she did something she never should have…

…she'd made a decision that denied Jane part of who she was without considering her – and she had no right to do that.

Jane continued to look at her mother, her face full of dejection and almost like she wanted to cry. Fairy Godmother leaned over and pulled Jane into a hug. "Janey," she said gently, "I know we haven't exactly been the poster family for fairy living, but I'll make you a deal. If you give this a chance, and try to make Mal feel at home here, I'll do my best to start loosening the reins when it comes to teaching you some magic."

Jane pushed herself out of the hug and looked at her mother, her eyes bright with hope even though her face still held some suspicion. "You're gonna teach me some magic?"

"I'll teach you some magic," she laughed. Jane let out a squeal of joy and Fairy Godmother just laughed a little more. "I will be teaching Mal as well though," she added, "After all I want to keep things more or less fair."

"Totally; I get, but you're still gonna teach me, finally," Jane rejoiced as she smiled from ear to ear. "So when does she get here?" she asked her mother, conscious of the fact that her mother probably knew she was asking more out of the fact that once Mal arrived, the lessons might start. And Fairy Godmother did know that, but if that's what it took for Jane to give this a chance, then so be it, she thought as she smiled.

"And just a little more this way," Coach Jenkins grunted as he and his wife, Liz, moved a large dresser into place. "Perfect," he said as he examined its placement in relation to the rest of the room. "Well, what do you think?" he asked his wife as he motioned around the room.

She looked around and took it all in. The large dresser they'd just moved in was between the main door and the wall. The two beds were set up in the corners on the opposite side of the room with a bedside table next to each bed in the space in the middle. The closet was on the right, next to the bed that would be Carlos' if the red, black, and white color scheme meant anything at all. And finally, on the other side of the main door was the desk.

"It's nice," Liz said slowly.

"But…"

"A little Spartan don't you think?" she asked.

"Well yeah, but it's what the palace sent over, and I'm sure once the boys get settled, they'll start making it their own."

Coach Jenkins surveyed the room and felt good about how it had turned out. He agreed with his wife however, it was bare, but like he'd told her, Carlos and Jay would do the hard part of filling it up with themselves. He looked at his wife as she stood next to him and noticed she had that look on her face when she divided about something.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you this is such a good idea? I mean, they are the sons of villains; and…"

"And they deserve a chance to seen as more than that," he said in their defense. "I mean they already decided they didn't want to be evil, that should count for something?"

"It does," Liz said, "I just want to make sure that their being here doesn't cause problems for our own boys," she told him, referencing their twins who were just shy of twelve.

"I get that, but I think you're overreacting. Shawn and Mark seemed okay with it. In fact, they seemed excited at the thought of the two of them being here."

"They're just happy about the dog Carlos is bringing with him," Liz laughed.

"Yeah, and they even said, it'll be like having two older brothers around to hang with," he reminded her. "And let's not forget, you got something out of this too," he told her with a sly smile.

Liz had to smile at her husband's revelation. When he had come home after that staff meeting to tell her what he'd volunteered himself, and her and the boys as well, for, she was initially upset. It wasn't so much that the boys were descended from villains, though that did give her some pause, but because, as she reminded him, their home wasn't big enough. They had a small two-bedroom house that barely fit the four of them and all of their belongings as it was, and now he wanted to bring in two more children. "Where will, they sleep?" she asked him when he explained the situation.

But apparently, that had already been worked out. In gratitude for their taking in the boys, the royal family had agreed to set them up with a larger home in the same area, so as not to force their twins to have to move and start over as well. At first she hadn't believed him, but when the moving vans showed up and helped them relocate to their new four-bedroom home, she was convinced that she hadn't been lied to. At first her husband had wanted to give Jay and Carlos their own rooms, but she insisted that they share a room, that way they could leave the extra room available for guests, like the boys' two friends if they decided to visit.

"You're just lucky this house is beautiful," she told him jokingly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and looked into his eyes. "And as much as I still have some reservations, part of me is glad you did this. Your thinking of others reminds me why I love you," she said as she gave him a quick kiss.

"Thank you for doing this," he said knowing that he didn't need to hear any more to know that she was slowing coming on board with this idea.

She smiled at him and gave him another quick kiss. "Now don't just stand there, we have to finish putting this house together before our new arrivals show up."