Ash aged up into a teenager, something I was meant to be excited about but somehow worried me.
Once they were thirteen the Guild of Witches allowed them to start practicing proper magic instead of just studying the theory and I had every right to be worried. Ash never seemed to be not practicing his magic, apparently it was homework.
However I wasn't so sure how to feel when I walk into the dining room to find a big black cloud.
Ash assured me it was just a simple conversion spell. If that wasn't often he decided to conjure an apple which didn't work out to well because it was poisoned.
He left it on the table and to what should have been noone's surprise Alexander decided to eat it. I was fuming to say the least Ash assured me it would only put him to sleep for a couple of hours but I put my foot down.
Ash could only practice his magic out in the studio, where it couldn't harm anyone. Well he didn't take the couldn't harm anyone seriously he set some poor man on fire because he looked at him funny.
Then he spotted someone from the press snooping around our house and swimming in the pool, next thing I knew she was an ice block literally.
After that event I'd had enough, I called Salavador who promised me he would make sure Ash understood such actions were inexcusable. It seemed to work Ash tried not to do anything bad so in reward I taught him to drive, which was honestly not necessary as he preferred his broomstick.
Aria was a darling, although one night she completely disappeared and I walked outside to find her in a fairy house in the back yard.
It wasn't long after that, that she aged into a child.
My daughter was beautiful but I also realized it was about time I got pregnant again. I didn't know where to start, this part always felt weird. I walked past a strange orange man and had to do a double take it was a ghost?
I just never thought they wandered around. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked me.
"Oh um no I'm sorry its just you’re a ghost," I stated.
The man laughed, "Logan Bliss (by AmberKotori)," he introduced himself, holding out his hand.
I took it and was surprised it didn't go through, "Larnika Butler and I can touch you," I commented.
The man laughed again, "If you are who you say you are you must realize some ghosts can have physical interaction." I nodded I had been told that but I never thought it was true, I mean who even decided.
"So how'd you die, if you don't mind me asking?" I questioned after recovering from the shock.
"Meteor, girlfriend was a witch," he explained.
"She killed you?" I asked in disbelief, nobody could talk that casually about it. "Fraid so, cheated on her with another witch that's why I can interact with you. She cast a spell," he told me.
I couldn't understand why he would talk so openly about it, "I assume your with her then," I said ruling him out for man for my next father.
He laughed, "No left her." I hesitated this guy obviously wasn't that good of a person but then again neither was Luciano and look how Leviticus turned out.
"Do you want to go to dinner with me?" I offered, making a snap decision.
"Sure," he agreed.
We meet at the club and got straight to business unfortunately it had rather bad consequences for me.
I was transformed into a tragic clown, apparently it was very common when you traveled in a LLAMA.
As soon as I could home, Jessi went straight to work for a cure but her way of applying it was so pleasant she threw it at me.
However it did the trick and I swore to myself I would never travel in a LLAMA again or woohoo for that matter.
Alexandra and Alexander aged up into teenagers, I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to deal with four teenagers in the house.
Brent had married Wilhelma Wolff and officially become part of the Wolff pack which was good news for Alexander as it meant his father would be able to teach him the tools of the trade so to speak. Alexandra had no interest in her father and I wasn't totally convinced he was that interested in her. However it didn't affect her and as always life went on, the signs of my pregnancy began to show.

































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