Chapter 3: Blow Up!
-Timmy's POV-
"Feeling any better now, sweetie?" Timmy groaned, feeling nauseous as Wanda rubbed his back. He was back to his normal age in time for dinner, having spent from morning through afternoon in baby form. He had taken his third dose of medicine with dinner and was feeling as queasy as if he had ridden ten roller-coasters in succession.
"... Ugh... why is it purple...?" He cringed, looking at what he had spewed up into the barf bag Wanda had poofed into his hands the moment he had looked like he was going to retch.
"That's just the magic getting flushed out of your system, nothing to be worried about." She, as a godmother and a mother, was unphased by his vomiting. It was all in a normal day for her; Cosmo, however, was making a rather disgusted face while Poof, who was constantly spitting up on himself or puking, did not think it was gross at all.
He used the cloth Wanda handed him to wipe his mouth, feeling really dizzy, and he grimaced, rubbing his neck, which he had moved in a bad way when he had thrown up. He did not need to voice his pain. His godmother quickly noticed and massaged where it was hurting, asking after a few minutes if it felt any better.
"... Yeah, and the burning in my chest has calmed down."
"... T-Timmy... your chest isn't burning anymore?" Cosmo repeated what he just said, anxiously.
"Well, it's still burning, but not as bad..."
"The medicine is doing its job." Wanda reassured him, poofing him clean. She had changed his clothes to a pair of white pyjamas with a pattern of pink balloons. A fluffy pair of slippers kept his feet warm. The clothes smelled clean and fresh, and were warm, as if they had just come out of a dyer. "You'll be back to normal in no time at all. Until then, I get to baby my sick boy until he feels better."
He laughed as she tousled his hair affectionately. That he felt dizzy and sore did not feel so miserable when he was being doted on so much. It was still scary to think about how he had almost died by breaking his neck, though. He knew Cosmo had told him that his memory of the event had been altered, but…it still felt so weird that he couldn't recollect any of it at all. He was sure that the fall downstairs had only banged up his knees….
Oh well, magic was powerful stuff; rewriting memories was probably as simple as flipping a light switch. It was that aspect of the future that scared him the most. Losing his fairy family would be bad enough, but what kind of hole would be left in both his heart and mind once they were gone?
Not wanting to think of it; he cuddled a little closer to his godmother, treasuring the closeness he would lose in a few more years. She put her arms around him, giving him a squeeze. Poof chirped and joined in the hug, giggling. Poof was really excited to have him here in the castle; they had played together while he was in baby form, doing all kinds of silly things.
Innocent Poof did not know that someday that he'd someday be erased from his memory; that their little family of four was a transient thing. Poof would probably cry a lot when it happened…but he wondered when he aged out of babyhood if would he still remember him? Timmy himself had no memories of when he was a baby. Would it be the same for Poof? Would his little god brother someday point at a picture of him and ask Cosmo and Wanda 'who is that?'
…. It hurt to think about. He had spent many sleepless nights worrying about it. He had countless nightmares about it. The constant thinking and worrying about the future had led to him making that secret wish. Running away into the TV, wishing no one would age; every attempt he had made not to lose his family always ended with him almost losing them.
He should just cherish the time he had.
Perhaps if he played lots and lots with Poof, his little god brother wouldn't forget him.
They had a lot of fun playing together today. While he was in baby form, he did not have his maturity or his twelve year old memories. However, he always remembered everything he did as a baby clearly upon returning to normal.
After Poof had woken up from his nap, and they had eaten lunch, his god brother had taken his baby self all over the castle to show him all the fun things; while Wanda had followed them with a camera in hand. She must've taken a million pictures.
He was glad that his fairy family at least would be able to remember him when the time eventually came that they parted ways. Their memories and these pictures would at least be a testament to the time they had spent together as a family. At least these treasured times would not disappear as if they had never happened.
He closed his eyes, really letting the warmth of Wanda and Poof's hug sink into him, hoping that even if someday he wouldn't remember them, that he'd remember this sensation.
…But there was a family member missing. He opened his eyes and peeked over at Cosmo. His godfather had his arms crossed over his chest, looking very sulky. He had been quiet all during dinner, only speaking to persuade Wanda not to give him that awful tasting medicine. Cosmo insisted they shouldn't mess with the healing magic that was inside of him, but Wanda rolled her eyes and repeated what Jorgen had said. "The healing magic has already done its job; leaving magic to stagnant inside of a non magical body can be harmful!"
As much as he hated the taste of the medicine and would have liked a valid excuse not to take it; he'd trust the opinion of both Jorgen and Wanda on the matter rather than his godfather's. He loved Cosmo, but for the important stuff, he would rather listen to the advice of the former two.
Maybe Cosmo, however, had felt slighted when he hadn't at least tried to resist the medicine, because it was after that he had gotten really sullen. He had not meant to insult him, but he knew he had to take the medicine. Jorgen was the one in charge of everything and knew how things worked. If he said he needed to take it, he probably did.
Wanda also said that leaving magic to stagnant inside his body was harmful and her advice was always right. Sure, the medicine made him feel tired and queasy, but that was apparently normal.
"Well boys, what do you say to having some movie night fun, hm?" Wanda was pointedly ignoring Cosmo's pouting and was doing her best to be cheerful. She had put in a lot of effort to make Cosmo talk and laugh throughout the entire dinner, but to no avail. He had never seen Cosmo act this way before and was at a loss to know what to say to him.
"A movie sounds great Wanda!" He smiled brightly, hoping his cheer would be contagious.
"Poof! Poof!" His baby god brother, at least, wasn't affected by the sour mood his father was in.
"Great, a family movie night it is, then!" Wanda looked over at Cosmo. Her smile remained, but her eyes turned anxious. "Cosmo, don't you think that sounds fun?"
"Oh…uh…. yeah…." His godfather responded as if he hadn't even been listening.
"I bet you guys have a really awesome movie set-up!" He forced himself to be as excited as possible, hoping that his enthusiasm would reach Cosmo, and have him act as he normally would.
"You bet sport! Our movie room is better than the actual cinema!" Wanda caught on to what he was trying to do and followed it up. "Cosmo designed that room. Isn't that right, sweetie?"
"Oh, yeah…I did." Cosmo did not take the bait and remained moody.
"Well, you come and see it for yourself; your godfather did a good job on it—we should use it more often. I know Sport! How about we have a weekly movie night from now on?"
"Sure, we can call it Family Movie Saturdays!" He cheered and peeked over at Cosmo—-still nothing. Poof, the only one who hadn't noticed his father's sourness, squealed with glee.
"Yay! Tim-me stay every weekend!"
…Every weekend at Cosmo and Wanda's place? That…would be really nice, he'd love that, but would that not be taking advantage of their hospitality? Wanda had invited him because he had been hurt, but he wasn't sure if she'd like him there every—
"That's a great idea, Poof! Timmy really should come over every weekend!" Wanda exclaimed enthusiastically before he could finish the thought.
"Really!?" He asked, happily. "It's ok?"
"Of course it is!"
"No, it isn't. Wanda, you know Jorgen will scold us if we do that." Cosmo retorted moodily.
"Oh, hush, there's no rule against it." Wanda shot her husband a disapproving look. "It's just advised not to, because some fairies feel that personal space is important. But Timmy, you are part of the family. You're always welcomed!"
He was thrilled she felt that way, but… he took a disquieting look at Cosmo; it did not seem that his godfather felt the same.
"Daddy no like Tim-me over?" Poof's bottom lip trembled.
"No, no." Cosmo shook his head quickly. "I do love having Timmy over, but…godparents aren't supposed to become too attached…it's the number one rule of the job. Jorgen will accuse us of breaking it if we bring Timmy here too often. He might replace us if he thinks we're overstepping our roles…."
He did not miss that Cosmo had kept his eyes glued on Wanda the entire time. He wasn't surprised that there would be a rule about becoming overly attached. It must be a danger to every godparent. Taking care of a kid for years and then having to leave it forever. The ability to being able to keep a certain distance to keep from being heart broken must have been a very important aspect of the job.
….He had been thinking about how much it would hurt to have his memories erased, but it was probably his godparents who kept their memories that would be hurt the most when the time eventually came when they'd need to say goodbye.
Cosmo was just being worried about Wanda. He understood that, but his godmother was making an angry face.
"Timmy is not just another job, and this isn't a role for me." She gave him a tight squeeze. "He's not like other godchildren, he's special and deserves to be treated like one of the family. After all, Godparents are supposed to grant their godchildren's wishes, but Timmy granted us our biggest wish when he wished for us to have Poof. Timmy was the one who made us go from just a couple to being a family, so how can he be anything but a part of it?"
"Poof, Poof!" The baby agreed ecstatically. Poof hadn't known it had been his wish that had created him until the secret wish fiasco. Now that he knew, his god brother was more attached to him than ever before and they had always been very close.
"Wanda, Poof, thank you…" He was moved to tears by their sentiments.
"Just speaking the truth, Sport." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and then one to Poof. "Now, what movie do my boys feel like seeing tonight?"
"How about Kung Fu Panda?" He suggested; it had action and comedy, but wouldn't be too violent for Poof.
"That movie is always fun," Wanda agreed. She waved her wand and poofed up the door that would lead to the movie room. She helped him stand up and held his arm as he did his best to walk; his right foot was really very painful and numb, as was his right arm. Thankfully, he was lefthanded, so it wasn't too much of a setback, but walking was really hard. He saw Cosmo cast a guilty look in his direction. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then looked away.
"Don't mind him, sweetie, he's just perturbed by what happened to you," Wanda whispered in his ear. "Let's just give him some time; I'm sure the movie will have him laughing and cheered up."
"Yeah, Cosmo loves this movie." He agreed. They stepped through the door and into the room, and he couldn't help but marvel at the sight that greeted him.
"Wow! Cosmo, you designed this room? It's awesome!"
There was a huge 72inch television, some plush beanbag chairs, a soda pop fountain with at least fifteen different flavors, and a pit full of buttered popcorn that seemed to stay hot and fresh no matter how much time passed. There was a toy train that ran around the room, carrying nacho chips and hot cheese dip. Chocolate bars and candy boxes dangled from the ceiling, so all one would need to do was reach up and grab one.
"…. Oh yeah, I did. Wanda and I took turns making all kinds of rooms. It was mostly out of boredom, though. We hardly ever use any of them." Cosmo did not react with the giddy pride and excitement he usually did whenever he was complimented.
"We designed most of the rooms in our castle to bring our Godchildren in here to play. Yet, a 'suggestion' from the fairy council was passed after a godparent tried to… do a taboo act, saying that we should keep our homes separate from our godchildren." Wanda rolled her eyes. "But as I said, it's just a suggestion, not a rule, so it's fine for you to come as often as you want to."
He wondered what kind of 'taboo' act, but he did not want to ask about it. Not in front of Cosmo, anyway, who had already shown how worried he was about getting into trouble with Jorgen for going against this 'suggestion.'
He did like the idea of coming to their castle for visits more often. If Wanda said it was fine, it probably was. However, he would limit the time he visited to just the times he was invited to come by one of his godparents, just in case Jorgen did get angry about it.
They settled down to watch the movie; Poof sat in his lap as he settled into a nice, comfortable, bright blue beanbag. There were green, pink and purple beanbags as well. Wanda caught him looking and grinned.
"Cosmo designed the room, but I updated the beanbags after Poof was born. Purple for my wittle baby and blue for my blue-eyed angel." She tousled his hair affectionately with her fingers. "You really do have such a pretty eye color. If you were a fairy, you'd probably have a head full of hair the same bright, happy color."
"He has the same eye color as Jorgen. Do you think Jorgen's eyes are pretty, bright, and happy, too?" Cosmo asked a little sarcastically.
"He does not; there's at least one entire shade of difference."
"Cosmo, are you alright?" He asked a little hesitantly. "You seem to be in a…a really bad mood…"
"Oh…I…I'm sorry, Timmy…" Cosmo looked away from him. "I just grouchy because of a lack of sleep."
"Maybe you should go to bed early." Wanda suggested.
"N-no, I'm good. Really. I don't feel like sleeping."
"Ok…." Wanda stared at her husband long and hard, not convinced but not wanting to argue the matter. She poofed on the movie, and Timmy tried to focus on it, but he kept worrying about his godfather. He looked more and more put out and exhausted every time he snuck a peek at him.
He was only at the point in the movie when the snow leopard Tai-Lung broke out of prison when his eyesight went blurry. He blinked a few times to fix his vision, but each time he blinked; it got harder to open his eyes and then….
"Timmy…. wake up…" Was that Cosmo's voice? There was a hand on his back.
"Tim-me, wake uppie! Movie!" Poof's voice sounded a distance away, and he felt himself being shaken.
"Now, now, don't do that, Timmy's sore." Wanda's voice came a little clearer, and he felt the shaking stop. "Poor thing's been through so much, he must be exhausted."
He opened his eyes, a little confused to see that the movie was already at the scene where Shifu was training Po. Had he fallen asleep?
"Hey, Sport, do you want to go to bed?" Wanda peered into his face, concerned. "If you were tired, you should have told me."
"Oh no, I wasn't…" He shook his head to get rid of the confusion. "I wasn't tired at all. I don't know why I fell asleep."
"Timmy, I think you should go to bed." Cosmo sounded strange. He looked over his shoulder, or at least tried to, but his sore neck prevented him. His godfather was standing behind him, his hand still pressed against his back. He must've noticed him sleeping and had tried to wake him up. He looked and sounded worried.
"Nnn…" He grimaced, rubbing his chest. The burning feeling was back, just as bad as ever. "My chest is hurting again…."
Cosmo made a noise that sounded like something between a sob and a frustrated groan.
"Why is this happening? Why was I such a damn idiot?" His godfather swore, his hands blocking his face as two fists gripped his bangs with such a grip that it looked like he could tear his hair out.
"C-Cosmo…" He sank into the beanbag timid, never having seen him like this before or heard him swear.
"Poof…." Poof looked every bit as shocked and intimidated as he was, and clung to him tightly.
"Cosmo, really! You need to snap out of it." Wanda was almost begging. "I know you feel terrible about what happened, but behaving like this will not help you or anyone else. Accept that a mistake was made and learn from it. Timmy's not blaming you, right, Timmy?" Wanda looked at him for help.
"That's right, Cosmo." He agreed, feeling guilty. He hadn't been aware that his godfather was feeling this terribly over him, getting hurt. "What happened last night...it's all on me. I should have been more careful around Vicky. It's not your fault I got hurt. It was me who choose to get into an argument with her and had the dumb idea of of running that close to the stairs without even thinking about the carpet under my feet. I don't think even she expected me to go flying the way I did when she pulled it out from under me... well, anyway, I put you through a lot last night and this morning. I'm sorry, Cosmo..."
"See, now let's all let bygones be bygones and—"
"...Y-you're apologizing...?" Cosmo cut Wanda off, his eyes going small and his face turning pale. "YOU'RE Apologizing!? What is WRONG with you!? Are you a bigger idiot than me or what!?"
Timmy drew back in his beanbag chair, shocked and a bit scared. He hadn't expected Cosmo to get angry, and his fairy godfather rarely ever got angry. This was, minus the time he was pregnant with Poof, the only time he had ever screamed at him.
"Poof, Poof?" Poof was shivering, shocked and afraid as he had never seen his father angry before in his entire life. Wanda was struck speechless by the unexpected reaction.
"Cosmo!"
"Ah, I...!" His godfather looked stricken at what he had done, and clamped a hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry, Timmy...I shouldn't yell at you...it's not your fault. I'm so sorry…don't look afraid, ok? Please, I'm so sorry…"
Timmy did not know how to respond or what to think, and instead found himself turning meek because he did not know what to do. "...It's...it's ok..."
He rubbed his chest as the burning sensation intensified. Cosmo dragged his feet to his corner of the room, his head lowered as if he could not bear to look up and see their faces. He slumped into his beanbag chair as if exhausted, his face turned away from them. Timmy felt guilt and sadness when he saw his godfather was shaking and was wondering if maybe he had his head turned away to hide his tears; the same way he had done that morning when Jorgen was in the room.
"...Um, maybe you'd like to be alone? I can take the boys to the story-time room." Wanda offered, Timmy did not know what a story-time room was, but it sounded like it could be fun. However, he was worried about his godfather and couldn't really think about having any kind of fun right now. It wasn't like Cosmo to be depressed or angry.
"No, I..." Cosmo seemed to struggle to find the words he wanted to say. When he finally looked over at them again, he had tears in his eyes. "I just...it's...Timmy, shouldn't you be angry with me? You got hurt because I was careless! Shouldn't you be yelling at me? Or calling me an idiot!?"
"I was the careless one, Cosmo. You did not make me talk back to Vicky. I knew it would make her angry, but I did it anyway. I also was the one who ran near the stairs. If you had done anything she would have discovered you and besides, my fall happened so quick..."
"Oh yes, take responsibility for something that wasn't your fault! Obviously, I'm just the idiot godfather who obviously isn't expected to be any help at all, so of course you're not angry with me for failing you! It's because you had no trust in me protecting you in the first place!"
"...I..." Timmy felt speechless; it was true he hadn't called for help or made any wishes at the time but, it hadn't been because he had intended any insult. Maybe it was true that he had a certain lack of faith in Cosmo's abilities when Wanda wasn't with him. He had, all week long, avoided making anything but the simplest wishes. He had tried to make it not obvious, but... apparently Cosmo had noticed, and had been hurt by it.
"Poof...! Poof!" Poof cried now. "Dada, Tim-me, no fight!"
Timmy looked at the floor, feeling very awkward and overwhelmingly unhappy as he realized his godfather was actually angry with him. "I…I'm sorry, Cosmo…I did not mean…I…."
"Cosmo!" Wanda sounded appalled. "Don't you dare take your sudden inferiority complex out on poor Timmy! The poor boy did nothing wrong. The only one you should be angry at is yourself!"
"..." Cosmo looked increasingly drained, slumping further into his chair. "Sorry... I guess I really do need some time alone now..."
"Come on, let's give him time to calm down." Wand picked up Poof, who was sobbing and rocked him, trying to calm the baby down. "Timmy, don't worry, he's just had a hard time. Don't feel bad. You really did nothing wrong."
He wished he could feel as though that were true, but he couldn't help but feel responsible for his godfather's current state. However, it felt like there wasn't anything he could say to fix things right now. It was probably best to give him time and space and hopefully next time they spoke, things would be back to normal….
_Wanda POV_
Wanda kissed Poof's forehead as the baby fell asleep watching the giant self narrating picture book float above them. The magic book read its stories out loud in perfect soothing voices, ideal for helping one drift off the sleep. The floor was one giant waterbed, and shelves lined with magical books surrounded them.
It was a nice, relaxing room, but one she rarely used. She had made it so many years ago out of boredom. She had designed it with the stray thought of bringing godchildren who were having a hard time falling asleep here. Only once, however, had she ever used it. It wasn't something kids above a certain age would really care for. The child she had brought here, little Jennifer Heartly, one of their many god kids who hadn't lasted long enough to really get to know.
Most children were terrible at keeping the secret in the first place; and Cosmo's carelessness added even more chances of detection. Until they had gotten Timmy, their record had been 4 months, 2 weeks, and five days.
Those kids were jobs. She loved them and treasured the brief memories she had of them, but they weren't family. She'd have to pass down the hall that housed their picture to recall them. The kid's picture and name would stir memories and a sense of nostalgia.
She'd never have to do that for Timmy. Even if 10,000 years went by, she would not need to see his picture or his name in order to remember him.
His memory would stay fresh, along with the pain she'd probably feel about having been parted.
…She often reminded herself that when he grew up she could still peek in on him, see how he was doing. Even if they could not interact, watching from afar would be comforting. Seeing him get a job, perhaps a wife, children…grandchildren….
However, this recent incident brought a cruel reminder back to the surface of her thoughts.
Humans died. 99% of the kids whose pictures adorned the walls of her home were dead now. Someday Timmy would, as all humans did, die. Would it be from old age? An illness? An accident? Whatever it was, no revival magic could bring him back once he became an adult. She wouldn't even be allowed to help ease his pain. She wouldn't even be able to say goodbye.
She turned over onto her side to look at the small boy whose time with her was far too limited. He was curled up on the giant waterbed, lazily watching the story be read. It was a classic book of fairytales that he likely knew by heart, but he did not disparage it was being boring, the way he might have when he was ten. Or perhaps he was still troubled too much by what had happened with Cosmo to care about what he was listening to.
"Sport? How are you feeling?"
"Sore, and my chest is still burning…but most of all, just tired. Not sleepy, but tired."
'I think he means weak, but he just doesn't want to sound dramatic.' She noted to herself. "You've been through so much, your body and mind are both exhausted. Just spend this weekend letting me fawn over you, ok, sweetie?" She combed her fingers through his hair; he had grown it out a little in the back; just long enough for a short ponytail. He also gotten a wee bit taller. From the 'sneak preview' she had gotten during the TV incident, he was going to have one heck of a growth spurt one day. It was hard to believe that such a little thing would end up getting as big as Jorgen in so little time. Humans were really such strange creatures. Powerless, short lives, and aged so quickly, their bodies changing at such a rapid pace.
By the time she aged even one year, Timmy would be nothing but dust…
She tried to chase the thought away. These were ideas that should only occur to newbie fairies. She had, of course, thought about it before, naturally, but…maybe it was because none of them had lasted very long that she hadn't really felt pain over it. She had just accepted it as a matter of course.
…A part of her wished that Timmy's secret wish had never been discovered. If they could only freeze time, she wouldn't have to face the inevitable pain the future held.
It was probably Timmy's brief brush with death that had brought all these morose thoughts to the front of her mind. She wanted to stop thinking about it, but she just couldn't chase the pain away from either her mind or her heart.
"Mom…. your looking sad, is everything ok?" Timmy asked, his words made her smile. It was a secret between them she let him call her 'mom' when they were alone. He had let it slip once by mistake and looked like he had expected to be scolded for it. She should have…after all, allowing your godchild to get this close to you was something that would receive a reprimand, but…. she had liked it so much.
She was a far more suitable mother than Mrs. Turner was anyway, especially in recent years.
"I'm alright, just…worried about Cosmo." She lied, not wanting to tell Timmy that she was actually troubled by his mortality.
"Maybe I was in the wrong. I did make sure all my wishes that week were very simple. I did not think he'd notice, let alone get hurt by it, though."
"You can hardly be blamed. Last time you wished for a 'huge cookie', he made one so big it crushed your house." Wanda sighed.
"…Yeah. I know I used the word huge, but I was referring to the size of a dinner plate, not a UFO."
"And when you wished for your hair to grow back after a bad haircut, he made it sentient for whatever reason."
"I guess because I wished for it to have personality…."
"Yes, well, Cosmo does have the bad habit of taking wishes a little too literally."
"…I just did not want to make a mistake with my wording and end up ruining your week with your family. You were looking forward to it so much, but…" Timmy lowered his head guiltily. "I never wanted to hurt Cosmo's feelings."
"It's not that, sweetie. He just has a hard time expressing himself. He's more upset about having let you get hurt."
"It was not his fault though…"
"Timmy, Jorgen really laid into him earlier. He told him all the stuff he could have done to prevent the accident, so you saying that there was nothing he could have done may have had the opposite effect."
Timmy put a hand to his mouth. "Oh…I did not know…."
"He's bad at himself, not at you. Eariler, he was asking me if I thought he was a horrible godfather or a useless one."
"But, he's not either! He's a lot of fun, he makes me laugh…"
"I know, I know. He's just down on himself right now because he couldn't stop you from getting hurt. He'll perk right back up, he's Cosmo after all, he doesn't stay dwelling on things for too long. I bet by the time the big Fairy Festival rolls around, he'll be back to his normal self."
"Oh yeah! He's been practicing for the big TBT like crazy! He really wants to impress your dad!"
Cosmo was the worst shot at the fairy academy. He'd need a lot of practice to manage impressing her father of all people, but…even if he placed first, she wouldn't be able to be proud of him.
It was practicing for the tournament that had him not be there when Timmy had needed him.
"He also tried studying for the quiz show…" Timmy mused. "But he suddenly just quit on it, don't know why, he got upset suddenly over some reason."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, we were just about to study history and then he just shut the book and said 'enough of it'. Oh well, he wasn't doing very good, but I thought a lot of the stuff was interesting. I wis—" Timmy shook his head, not wanting to blurt out a careless wish as he used to when he was ten. "It would be nice if human subjects could be as interesting as fairy ones."
She chuckled. "You think so? Well, human subjects like math and science are boring, but it's how the human world functions. Honestly though, with how much you love magic, I bet if you went to fairy school, you'd be an A+ student."
Timmy laughed. "Your just saying that."
"Well, maybe a B+." She tickled him playfully. Time spent like this. It truly was a precious treasure, wasn't it? How could the Turners not want to spend time like this with their boy? How unfair it was that they were the ones who'd get to keep him in the end.
"…. Timmy, did you read anything you found interesting in that history book?"
"Hm? Lots of stuff!"
"Did you…read about the Dark Ages, back before fairies separated from their anti-selves?"
"No, that was the chapter Cosmo gave up on. He took the book away from me pretty fast. It surprised me though, because I thought the antis were always separate."
"Ah. Fairies, once upon a darker time, would steal human children away from home." She lowered her voice like she was telling him a scary story, but Timmy just leaned forward like an excited child, wanting to hear the rest. No fear, even though she, a fairy, had him in her home.
"Too many fairies were stealing children. Adult humans were getting wise to our existence because of our overtaking. Also, some children were getting hurt because not all fairies were taking them out of love or kindness. To stop this impulse, they separated from the darker desires from themselves and that was what formed the first anti-fairies. This is all before my time, though. Ever since the first separation, the divide between fairy and anti-fairy happens automatically at birth."
"Is that why the anti-fairies keep trying to become godparents?" Timmy asked curiously.
"Yes, because they were created initially to rid ourselves of the desire to steal away human children. I don't think it worked, though." She smiled and pulled him closer. "Since a part of me still wants to steal you."
Timmy laughed and cuddled closer; even after hearing all that, her boy had no fear, only love. "Well, that's ok because a part of me would want to be stolen."
'Don't tempt me, my sweet blue-eyed boy…you do not know just how much I want to do just that.' She thought as she held him close.