Calla was now sat on Misty's lap in the same brightly colored room as before. She was facing Misty and giggling at the faces the woman was pulling at her. Calla had finally been talked into getting dressed and had on little pink rain boots, bright green tights, and a yellow sundress. Misty had just nodded as she stepped back out of her room and told her she looked pretty like they always did.

"Mama?"

"Yes, sweet pea?"

"I really don't wanna do this," Misty looked into the girl's blue eyes before hugging her tightly.

"I know ya don't, little one. I know," Calla hugged her back and pressed her face into Misty's hair, "I promise nothin' bad'll happen. I'm right here," Calla nodded, "And ya know mommy's right down the hallway too."

"I know. I just don't like him. He gives me the heebie jeebies," Misty laughed loudly and looked at her daughter.

"Where'd ya learn that?"

"A movie Maddi was watching," Misty nodded and leaned forward to press a kiss to her daughter's forehead.

"He gives me the heebie jeebies too, darlin'," Calla giggled lightly and tensed when the door opened. She leaned into her mother and buried her little face into her neck. Misty looked up and glared openly at the two men who walked through the door. Hank took a seat across from them and looked at the little girl's back.

"How are you today, Calla?" The girl just shifted closer to Misty and Hank's anger flashed, "Are you going to keep her facing away from me the whole time?"

"Ya think I'm doin' this?" She rolled her eyes before she stood up with the girl in her arms. She let go of her and Calla didn't move. Her arms and legs were wrapped so tightly around her mother, "She's terrified of ya," Hank looked toward the lawyer and back to Misty.

"And why is that?"

"She says ya give her the heebie jeebies," He raised his eyebrows in confusion as Misty sat back down with the girl still clinging to her, "She's empathetic. She wouldn't feel that way if ya weren't projectin' it," Hank glared and Misty smirked at him, "Ya asked."

The man rolled his eyes and Misty looked down at the head of dark blonde curls in front of her. She rubbed her hands up and down the girl's back soothingly and pressed a kiss into her hair, "Calla lily?"

"You two named her Calla Lily? How much more cliché could you get?" Misty looked up and huffed.

"No, we didn't name her Calla lily. If ya'd cared enough ta look at the paperwork that ya were given ya'd know that. And why do ya care anyway? Ya weren't there ta decide on anythin'," The man's anger flashed again and Misty felt Calla's body start shaking, "Come on, sweet pea. You're okay," Calla just tightened her hold on her mother and didn't speak.

"Why is she doing this?"

"Pretty sure I already answered that," Hank glared and Misty rolled her eyes, "Hey, baby girl?" Calla stilled for a moment, "Can ya do me a big favor, darlin'?" She nodded after a moment of hesitation, "Can ya turn around please?" Calla pulled back and looked up at her mother's face, "I made ya a promise. Ya remember?" She nodded up at her, "Do ya trust me?"

"Yes, mama," Misty nodded and Calla finally turned around in her lap to face the other way. She looked up into Hank's eyes and leaned farther back into Misty's hold. Her little hands were gripping Misty's tightly where they were wound around her stomach.

"Hi, Calla," The girl whimpered up at her mother and had tears forming in her eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Ursula," Misty looked down in shock and stood with her daughter before backing her way towards the door. Hank stood and walked toward them angrily and was about two feet away when he was thrown back across the room into the wall. Misty turned the girl in her arms to hug her tightly and could feel the girl crying into her shoulder. Hank stood up and glared.

"Really, witch?" Misty shook her head.

"I didn't do it," He stopped and looked at the girl in her arms, "Not that I wouldn't have if ya'd gotten any closer.. But I didn't do it this time," He glared at the two of them, "And just a fair warnin'. If ya get near my daughter again, it'll be a lot worse than your body connectin' with a wall," And with that Misty threw the door open and left the room. She walked down the hallway with her daughter in her arms and looked up at a shocked Cordelia.

"What was that noise?"

"Calla's telekinetic," Cordelia looked at the girl in her girlfriend's arms and looked back up in confusion, "She was real upset about bein' near him and she used the code word that we set up for her ta tell us when there was danger or evil," Cordelia's eyes went wide and Misty nodded, "He tried ta follow me out with her and she threw him backwards into the wall, Dee," Cordelia reached for the shaking girl and Calla attached herself to Cordelia now.

"You're okay now, little one. I love you so much, baby girl," Calla hugged her more tightly and Cordelia looked up as the man's lawyer walked into the room, "We're done. He won't get near her or my coven again. Is that clear?" The man nodded and retreated back down the hallway, "You never have to see him again, Calla Paige. Never again."

"Thank you, mommy."

oooOOooOOooo

The three of them made their way home and Madison came down into the kitchen where they were. Calla was sat on a stool looking a little out of it and the star picked her up, "What's wrong with you?"

"She's a little traumatized," Madison looked up at Cordelia and raised an eyebrow, instinctively tightening her hold on the little girl in her arms, "Hank's not a nice person."

"Yeah, no kidding," Calla looked up at her with a grin on her face and Madison smiled down at her.

"She threw him into a wall."

"And by throw you mean?"

"She used Telekinesis for the first time," Madison looked over at Misty, "I'm not kiddin'."

"I didn't know she was telekinetic," Calla looked up at her.

"Me neither!" She giggled down at the girl in her arms. She looked back up at the two women in the room who were grinning at their daughter.

"And.. Now what?"

"We don't have to worry about him anymore."