Chapter 5:

Sabrina POV

I watch Daphne learning the basics of flying from Puck with a lingering feeling of melancholy once I realized how old my sister was. That she was growing up.

"Grimm!" Puck called from the sky.

"Yeah Snotface?" I respond, leaning back on the grass, picking blades.

"You okay? You look upset." He said, coming down lower to see me closer.

"I'm fine, I just realized that Daph really is growing up. I mean, I knew it-I told dad that she wasn't a little kid anymore, but a part of me misses that Daph that was little and depended on me." I reply honestly, not meeting his eyes.

"Trust me Grimm, she'll never stop depending on you and loving you." He said, laying his hand on top of mine.

"Thanks Puck." I say, kissing his cheek chastely.

"'Brina! Look! I'm flying!" I hear Daphne call excitedly.

I look up, squinting at the bright sunlight to see that she definitely is flying.

"That's great Daffy! Be careful though!" I remind her.

"I will, don't worry!" She called, nearly running into a tree. "Oopsie Daisy!" (AN: I LOVE YOU IF YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS FROM!)

"Seriously Daph, be careful!" I call worriedly.

"Marshmallow I think that's enough with flying for today." Puck yelled, and I could see the disappointment on her face.

"Okay." She said meekly.

She lands, very unsteadily, and I sigh, relieved. Now I don't have to worry, because she is firmly on the ground.

"Let's go back inside." Puck says, jogging to the door and opening it.

"WE'RE BACK!" Daphne yells.

Right into my ear.

Thanks Daph.

I hear footsteps walking down the stairs.

"How did the lesson go, girls?" Mom asked, but it looked like her mind was elsewhere.

"Great!" Daphne replied enthusiastically.

"That's fantastic!" She said. "Listen girls, we are having a family meeting in a few minutes. Meet us in the sitting room." She said.

Daphne and I are confused, but nod anyways.

Puck begins walking upstairs, but I grab his sleeve. "Where are you going?"

"Upstairs…" He said as if it were obvious.

"Didn't you hear mom? Family meeting in a few minutes." I say, tugging his sleeve so he would follow me.

"Family. That doesn't include me." He mumbled.

My eyes widened. Did he really think that? "Of course it does, Puck. You might as well be family, because of how many times you've saved us."

Daphne pipes up as well. "Yeah, and you're Pucktastic, so that's a plus."

He grinned and all of us begin to walk to the sitting room.

Uncle Jake, Granny, Red, and Mr. Canis are all in the sitting room, and Dad comes soon after.

"Why did Ronnie call us in here?" Uncle Jake whined.

Dad shrugged. "I have no idea." Then he turned to us. "How was your… flying lesson, girls?" He asked.

I knew that Daph and I being Everafters was still a little surprising to him, but I was really happy that he was okay with it now.

"Great, Daddy." Daph responded, beaming

We all talk amongst are selves for a minute or two, when finally mom arrives in the room.

Her is disheveled and her eyes were red and puffy, like she had been crying.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I ask, immediately rising to my feet and walking over to her.

She takes a deep breath.

"I have to tell you all something."

"What is it, Veronica dear?" Granny asked gently.

"Well… The day that Henry and I were put under the sleeping curse… I was about to tell him something."

"Tell me what?" Dad asked curiously.

"Well… I was pregnant, or still am."

Everyone's jaws (including mine) fell and we all stared at her.

"WHAT?!" Dad shrieked.

"Yeah. And I don't know what happened to the baby now, because of the curse." Her voice was at the volume of a whisper now, and tears were streaming down her face.

Dad squeezed her hand tightly.

"Listen Veronica, first thing tomorrow morning we're going to go to the hospital and see if the baby is still…" He didn't want to say 'alive' and I don't blame him.

Mom nodded her head, still looking really upset.

"Okay."

TIMESKIP TO THE NEXT MORNING

Dad woke me up early, and gave me the difficult task of waking up Daphne.

"Dad, come on! You know that waking Daffy up is like a 5 person job!" I protest.

He looks at me apologetically. "Sorry 'Brina."

"Thanks Dad." I mumbled.

I turned to my sleeping sister.

I first tried just telling her to wake up, which obviously didn't work. Then I tried shaking her a bit, which still didn't work.

I had to take drastic measures.

"Daphne." I whispered in her ear. "I think Granny has breakfast ready."

Her eyes open rapidly.

"Breakfast?" She asked.

I should have known that that was the only way to wake up my darling sister.

"I don't know, but I had to get you up somehow." I respond, shrugging.

She looks upset, but begins to get ready anyways.

The two of us quickly get ready and go downstairs to see that Granny did actually have breakfast ready.

Daphne immediately makes herself a plate with a wobbling stack of green pancakes with bright pink syrup, a side of purple eggs and of course… A glass of blue orange juice.

I, on the other hand, butter a few slices of toast (REAL TOAST-NOT THE TURQUOISE STUFF) and eat that.

Everyone comes down and sets their plates as well.

I'm quick to realize that dad did the same thing I did-he didn't touch any of Granny's… exotic meals.

Puck, like Daphne, filled his plate to the brim with all of Granny's most colorful food, making me grimace slightly.

Mom didn't touch any food. She was staring blankly ahead.

We all eat quickly, and then walk outside, ready to go to the hospital.

"Should we fly?" Puck asked.

Dad thought for a second. "Yeah, you three can fly, and the rest of us will go in the jalopy." He said. "But PLEASE be careful." He begged.

"We'll be fine, dad." I said, kissing his cheek.

Puck, Daphne and I launch into the air and wave at our family.

We make it to the hospital quickly, and only have to wait a little bit for the rest of the family to come.

Mom gets brought into a room, where a nurse examines her for a bit.

She's almost shaking because of her nerves.

The nurse allows us into mom's room and turns to us, shuffling papers as she did so.

"So Veronica, I understand that you were pregnant, then was put under a sleeping curse." The nurse clarifies.

"Yes, is my baby still alive." Mom asks, in a pleading tone.

The nurse turns to us and gives us her answer.