Chapter 44: Donovan and Aunt Abby
(Kai's POV)
We followed the girls through a thick forest of trees and plants. I could hear Ally talking to Mag at the front; Cole still had his arm around his baby mama's waist. Man I can't believe it. And then it hit me; the guy who use to be afraid of dragons, who can boss us around, who use to sing and dance, who hates Garmadon almost as much as me, who is obsessed with cake, is gonna be a dad. Then I started thinking about Ally. I loved her and I hoped to be at that point of having a family together with her, but should I ask her? Maybe not until after Cole and Mag's wedding. I don't want to upstage them, especially Mag. She would put me in a wheel chair if I ruined her moment. "We're here," I stopped walking and thinking to see a small wooden cabin in a clearing.
(Ally's POV)
I was walking along side Mag and Cole up in the front. "Mag," I said "if you've been pregnant for four weeks, doesn't that mean you were pregnant when you got stabbed?" She looked down to her stomach and rubbed it. "Yeah, but when I reached my true potential all I had to do was sing of healing and everything was fixed. When I took the test yesterday night it said I was pregnant, but I don't know if anything got messed up." Cole held his hand on her's and rubbed it with her in sync. "I was hoping when we get here our aunt could see if anything isn't correct," she said. "That's right, she checks animals' pregnancies all the time in the woods," I said remembering how our aunt takes in injured animals and checks their bodies for any signs of harm or pregnancy. "So she can see inside the body?" Cole asked. "Using some special herbs and potions she sort of can," Mag said lowering her hand so it was by her side again. "We're here," I said stopping. We were at a clearing in the woods directly in front of a log cabin with one flower bed of irises and one of sunflowers. It had just a door and three floors with two windows in the front on each level. Next to it on each side was a white fence and gate that would open up to their huge garden of flowers and vegetables and fruit trees everywhere. "This is where they live," Crystal said. "It's as perfect as I remember," Mag said.
(Mag's POV)
I looked at the cabin I use to come to as a child and run in the garden and woods. That's where we met our final alchemist. I walked closer to the building and heard some laughter from the garden. "I think they might be in the garden," I said. Everyone but father followed me to the garden. I turned around and saw the look of total astonishment on his face. "Crystal, can you get father to actually move his feet?" I asked her. "On it Mags," she walked back to try and pull his arms forward to make him walk. I walked closer to the left garden gate and led the others to it. I slowly pushed the garden gate open to reveal the vast amount of plants all grown behind the cabin. We followed the stone path in the grass to the middle of the huge jungle thick vegetation. It was a circle of flowers and trees with small flower buds and fruit. Then I could hear a small voice from the trees. "You guys hear that?" I asked. They nodded their heads. Then out of the mess of trees was a little boy. He had dark chocolate hair and I think brown eyes. He wore gray kimono top, black long pants, wooden sandals, and a straw woven hat. He was smiling and picking fresh oranges from a small tree as he put them in a basket he had over his shoulder. He looked so much like father did before he was bitten; it was like looking at father in the past. Our brother turned to see us and he kept smiling and waved to us. "Hello there!" he yelled to us. He carried his basket over to us and pulled down his hat. "Hello, who are you people?" We stared at him and then at each other. How do we tell him? "DONOVAN!" a loud yell stopped us from answering. "Over here Auntie Abby!" he yelled back. Then a woman walked out of the trees and grass to come to us. It was our Aunt Abby. She had a long gray braid with bangs with some natural brown still in it, her eyes were blue and twinkling like Uncle's, and she had had only a few wrinkles which were her laugh lines. She wore a yellow silk kimono top and white long pants with black ballet flats and she held a basket of carrots and potatoes. "Wu?" she said walking up to us "Laurence? Is that really you?" "Hello Abby," Uncle said. "It is good to see you are both ok," she set the basket on the ground "but why did you come here?" "We need your help," I said. Her attention turned to me. "Mag! Oh you look so much older. Then again you are older. Oh you all have grown so much! You look beautiful. And now who are these other people I see." "These are our friends and loved ones," Ally said gesturing toward the crowd behind us. "Auntie," Donovan said "who are these people?" She turned to our brother. "I'll explain everything inside Donovan, but let's show everyone to the inside now." He smiled and bowed, "Yes auntie." Our aunt picked up her basket and we walked with her inside the cabin. "So," Cole said out loud "Lord Garmadon's first name is Laurence." Father seemed to growl as others snickered. He never liked people to use his first name. "It is a family tradition that the first born son's name starts with an L," Uncle explained. "And it is a tradition that I plan on keeping," I said grasping Cole's hand. He smiled at me and I returned the expression.