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Flower Child.

Mistelia/Gooday/Foxxay

When Misty and Cordelia's daughter comes to them with a weird idea her ballet teacher had given her, the couple confronts the woman. AKA Mommies to the rescue.

AU where Misty and Cordelia have a daughter.

There will be no mention of any Eating Disorders, but the concept of body shaming will be present. Enjoy!!

Soft snores filled the dim-lighted bedroom, rays of sunshine peeked through the window and caused a few dust particles to float in the air. On the king-sized bed lay Cordelia and Misty Day, with their limbs intertwined and curls mixing and matching with blonde, straight locks. It was a Wednesday, and ever since getting married and deciding to start a family, Cordelia and her wife, Misty Day, were now living in a house not far from Robichaux, where Cordelia—being the Supreme—spent most of her time at. The decision was made when the couple started trying for a baby. Magic was involved, of course, and after a year and a half Cordelia finally carried what was going to be a perfect little girl inside her. Misty Day had never imagined herself as a mother, but nine years later she couldn’t even picture life before that wonderful, tiny soul. They had named her Rose, in honor of the flowers they had chosen for their wedding years ago. Life had never been better.

“Mommies?” The blonde, curly-haired and brown-eyed nine-year-old girl peeked into the dark bedroom. She had opened the door with no need of any physical strength, even though magic was explicitly forbidden outside of Robichaux Academy.

Cordelia was the first one to open her eyes, followed close by Misty Day. “Yes, baby? Everything alright?” Lazily, she sat up. Misty yawned quietly as she eyed their daughter with a smile spreading on her lips.

“I had a nightmare.” Rose stepped inside in her dinosaur pajamas and mismatching, pink and green socks. Misty was already making room for her in the bed, right between her and her wife.

“About Papa Legba again?” Cordelia asked softly, receiving a nod from her daughter. She helped her get onto the bed and kissed her messy curls, caressing the girl’s back. Misty smiled sadly at Cordelia, tucking the girl underneath the covers with them. The three lay back down. “He won’t ever hurt you, bug. There��s nothing he can do to hurt you, I promise.” Underneath the covers, Misty hugged their daughter and reached for Cordelia’s waist, caressing it as well. Ever since they first got together, nearly fifteen years ago, each and every single day she had managed to fall more and more in love with that woman. Cordelia felt the same thing; those blue eyes were her safe place. With her bare foot, Misty Day caressed Cordelia’s calf.

“But Maddie said—“

“Maddie is wrong, baby.” Misty cut their daughter softly. “She says stuff that ya’ little, perfect brain is too young to understand. Just trust mommies, he won’t ever hurt you.”

Scared, brown eyes turned to Misty. The girl held her small hand up and reached for one of Misty Day’s. “Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise, bug.” Carefully, Misty wrapped her own finger around Rose’s. The girl nodded.

“What time is it, honey?” Cordelia asked. Rose shrugged. “Can you check it, babygirl?” She looked at her wife.

Misty Day nodded. She looked over to the clock on their nightstand. “Almost nine.”

“Already?” Rose pouted. “I don’t want magic school today… can I stay home?”

“Momma and I have work, baby. Besides, all your friends are going to be there, and today you have classes with Aunt Zoe.” Cordelia tucked a messy curl away from her daughter’s face.

The girl sighed. “I want classes with ya’.” Southern accent dripped from her voice. Misty couldn’t help but feel proud: that was something she knew her daughter had taken from her side. Cordelia found it absolutely adorable.

“Mommy’s classes are for grownups, baby. You’ll learn from her, eventually,” Misty amended.

Rose groaned. “Fine… can I have cereal today?”

“You had it yesterday, bug. You know the rules…” Cordelia did her best to ignore the puppy eyes both her daughter and her wife looked at her with. They had both agreed on cereal for breakfast only once a week, for it had too much sugar and wasn’t the healthiest option. Misty Day let the rule aside sometimes, but they worked together to have Rose enjoy more natural foods.

“I can make ya’ those banana people you like. I’ll even draw their hair with honey. What do you think?” Misty offered. And Rose nodded with a smile. Cordelia smiled to herself.

“Go get ready, baby. Your uniform is at the lowest shelf.” Cordelia kissed their daughter’s head again, and Rose turned to place a kiss on her cheek before doing the same thing to Misty Day and following to her bedroom.

Once the room was quiet again, Misty Day snuggled closer to her wife. She kissed her lips lovingly. “I’m goin’ to kill Madison,” she murmured.

Cordelia couldn’t help but chuckle. She sneaked her arms around Misty’s waist, pulling her closer. “She definitely shouldn’t have shown Rose that one spell book.” Softly, she kissed her wife again. Misty Day hummed in agreement, hand going up and cupping Cordelia’s cheek.

“Will ya be home while she’s in ballet today?” Misty Day murmured against Cordelia’s lips. The Supreme nodded. “Good. I miss ya.”

“I miss you too, babygirl. She has that sleepover on Friday, we can go out and have a nice dinner.” Cordelia pecked Misty’s nose. She smiled at how similar Rose’s was from her wife’s.

“Perfect. We just have to make sure she’ll be safe.”

“Baby, it’s Laura’s place. It’s safe. We know her parents.” Cordelia laughed. Misty Day was always careful with Rose, just as she had always been with Cordelia herself. Misty took care of what she loved.

“Just sayin’.” Misty lifted one of her hands up in defense before chuckling. They kissed again, and then got up to start their day.

In no more than thirty minutes all of the three were already downstairs, having breakfast. Misty had been drawing eyes and hair in a banana with honey, which caused them all to giggle as Rose happily ate it instead of cereal. Cordelia had made herself and her wife some omelet, and after brushing their teeth, they followed to Robichaux for the morning. Rose had classes there until lunch, and then later she had classes in an ordinary school. Misty Day taught a few classes at Robichaux, and Cordelia worked on papers and a few master classes to a select group of witches. The couple always made sure to steal quick pecks when they could, just like they always did years ago, when they had just met. Their love had never changed, if anything it had only grown. All the sleepless nights spent crying while Misty was stuck in Hell were only a distant memory in Cordelia’s mind, and the numbness of having day after day blurred together was no longer present in Misty Day. Lunch arrived fairly quickly, and soon Cordelia was driving their daughter to the second school of the day. Rose was a social butterfly; she made friends everywhere she went. It melted Cordelia’s heart, to watch her daughter grow in a way that resembled Misty Day so much. Rose had taken the best from both sides: She carried Cordelia’s grace, while still having Misty Day’s compassion. And she was the kindest she could always be, which came from both sides. Rose was perfect in every way, with her cute messy curls that smelled like apples, just like Misty’s, and her almond brown eyes that looked just like Cordelia’s. After dropping the girl in school, Cordelia and Misty Day got back to work at Robichaux, where they would be at until five, when it was time to pick Rose from school and take her to ballet classes. The girl had always loved to dance, just like Misty Day. But she loved classical ballet, having the refined taste from Cordelia.

“How was school, bug?” Misty Day asked as their daughter got into the backseat. One of her hands rested on Cordelia’s thigh, caressing it.

“Boring.” Rose let out a dramatic sigh as she leaned back on the seat, putting her seatbelt on. Cordelia chuckled.

“That bad?” The Supreme asked, eyes on the road as she pulled the car off of the busy school parking lot.

“It’s hard to like Mathematics when I have Telekinesis classes in the morning,” the girl explained. Misty Day hummed. It made sense.

“Did ya’ see your friends?”

“Mhm. Laura is excited about Friday.” Rose reached to tuck her curls away from her face, and Cordelia watched her from the mirror as they stopped at a red light. She saw her white blouse was dirty with pen ink once again, and that her tiny fingers seemed to have a lot of drawings. A small chuckle left her lips. When Cordelia was a child, Fiona would never allow her to just be a child. Misty Day and Cordelia were mindful to just let Rose be. They could wash her uniform as many times as necessary, could help her scrub the ink or paint or whatever Rose had gotten into in the shower. They could always help Rose be a child.

“Are you?” Cordelia asked.

“Very. We’ll have pizza.” Rose smiled brightly. Misty Day was the one to chuckle now. Their daughter loved to eat, just like she did. And they were both thankful she was a eater rather than a child that wouldn’t finish her meals and not get her nutrients. Rose was a healthy child, both physically and mentally. She always ate her greens. And she was allowed some not so healthy foods every once in a while.

“You’ll have so much fun.” Cordelia smiled even more as she began driving again.

“Yes!”

“And ya’ can always call mommies if you feel bad, alright?” Misty reminded her softly.

“I know. Thank ya’, Momma.”

The rest of the drive home was spent talking about Friday. Rose was excited, and so were Cordelia and Misty, both for their daughter to have fun, but also for themselves to get some alone time. They absolutely adored being with Rose, but they also needed time for themselves to be a couple. That was something they valued a lot. The connection between them was as strong as it had always been. They were soulmates.

“Is your ballet bag packed?” Cordelia asked as they got into their home. Rose ran upstairs to her bedroom.

“Yeah! I’m gonna get dressed!” The girl shouted.

“Do ya’ need help?” Misty Day reached for Cordelia’s waist, caressing it.

“With my hair!”

“Alright, come downstairs when ya’re dressed. We’ll help you.” She turned to Cordelia, offering a smile. The Supreme caressed her wife’s waist.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, do you know?”

“Oh, sush.” Misty Day giggled. She leaned to kiss Cordelia’s lips, pulling her closer. “I think that’s ya’, I have always been sure of that ever since the first time I saw you.”

This time, it was Cordelia the one to giggle. She pecked Misty Day again and pulled away to lead them to the kitchen. “Do you think a toast with avocado will be fine for Rose?”

Misty Day nodded, fingers intertwined with her wife’s. “She likes avocado, just make sure to have white bread. The other one is nasty.”

“Noted.” Cordelia laughed. She let go of her wife’s fingers to start cutting the fruit, and Misty reached for the bread to prepare the toast.

In no time, Rose walked into the kitchen with a brush and a scrunchy in hand, dressed up in her pink ballet coolant and tights. “Momma?”

Misty Day turned to her daughter as she finished preparing the toast. “Oh, look at ya’. So pretty.” She wiped her hands clean and leaned to help Rose with her hair, sitting on the table and pulling the girl on her lap. Cordelia eyed them with a smile as she finished the meal.

“Your uniform is getting too small for you, honey. You’re growing so fast.” The Supreme set the toast with the fruit on their table, where Misty and Rose sat down.

“I’m getting big like Momma and ya’.” The girl noted. Misty set the brush aside and held their daughter on her lap, hair done in a bun. Rose reached for her food.

“Ya’ sure are, bug.” Misty kissed the girl’s head.

“After this season of training is over, we’ll get you a new uniform. Are your slippers tight?” Cordelia asked. She reached for a paper cloth to gently wipe some avocado away from her daughter’s cheek.

“Nuh-uh. They fit just right.” Rose took another bite.

“Good.” Cordelia smiled. If the slippers weren’t hurting Rose, the new uniform could wait a little longer.

After dropping their daughter at the ballet studio, Cordelia and Misty followed straight home to take a shower. They caressed and washed each other, talking about their day and whatever else came in mind. They kissed as they always did, enjoying each other company and just being. Dinner was going to be pasta with vegetables. Two hours passed by, and Cordelia went to pick their daughter while Misty finished dinner. Rose went straight to the shower, and Cordelia already took care of both of her uniforms, putting them in the washing machine along with some of Misty Day’s shawls and her own cotton button-ups.

“We learned a new move today,” the girl commented excitedly as she ate a forkful of the pasta. Cordelia took a sip of the orange juice, foot caressing her wife’s.

“Was it fun?” The Supreme asked, and the girl nodded excitedly.

“Did Alex stop teasin’ ya?” Misty Day asked as she ate. She knew there was this one girl who could be mean to Rose, and she wanted to make sure the talk they had with her parents had worked. No one would be allowed to tease their daughter, especially because she was a witch.

“Yes. She stopped calling me a ‘freak’.” Rose took a sip of her juice.

“Good.” Cordelia worried about her daughter being picked on because of her powers. Even though she was just nine, she was turning into a quite powerful witch. She could work perfectly on her Telekinesis, and Christmas was a little hard due to her Divination.

“Mommy, I have a question.” Rose looked up at Cordelia. The Supreme nodded, encouraging her to keep going. “Today at Robichaux I saw the picture of grandma. She was Supreme like ya’ are, right?”

“Correct.” Cordelia nodded. Hearing her daughter calling Fiona her grandmother was hard, especially when she knew Fiona would have been a terrible influence to Rose. But they had agreed to not bad-talk anyone in front of Rose, and Misty Day made sure the girl was proud of coming from a line of witches. She knew she had needed that when she was a child.

“Does it mean I’m goin’ to be Supreme one day?” The question left a bitter taste in Cordelia’s mouth; not because it was asked, but because it brought her so many memories of how her own mother had treated her when it came to that. Instinctively, Misty Day squeezed her wife’s hand.

“We don’t know, bug. That’s somethin’ only time will tell. Maybe so, maybe not.” Misty Day explained softly. “Ya’ shouldn’t worry about that. Not being Supreme won’t make ya’ less of a witch.”

“Aunt Myrtle was one of the best witches there ever was, and she was not Supreme,” Cordelia added.

Rose nodded. She seemed satisfied with the answer. “Cool. I like Aunt Zoe, too. And Momma.” She took another forkful of food.

Misty Day had never been so thankful they had always taught their child right. Talking was easy with Rose. She was always polite. “Thank ya’, baby.”

Soon, all the plates were empty. Rose got up to take them to the sink, which caused Cordelia and Misty to smile as they grabbed everything for dessert. Fruit salad was on the menu tonight.

“I’ve got your green bowl, bug,” Cordelia said as she served the salad into it. Rose shook her head as she stood beside the table.

“I’m not having dessert tonight. Thank ya’.” The little girl was already on her way out of the kitchen when Misty called her.

“Rose?” Misty Day frowned. She motioned for her daughter to come closer, which she did.

Cordelia looked at her with a frown. “Why not, baby? You love fruit salad.”

“Miss Adeline suggested I skip dessert from now on. She said it can help with my dancing,” Rose explained, as innocent as a dog greeting its owner. Cordelia’s stomach sank. And Misty Day had to bite her tongue in order not to curse. The couple had realized, back when they first got Rose into that one ballet studio, how absolutely tiny all of the students were. The children there looked nearly sick, and the only reason Cordelia and Misty Day had allowed their daughter to take classes there was because she already knew one of the girls. They had never, in a million years, expected anyone there to put their nose into a nine-year-old child’s weight. Rose was healthy. She looked healthy. She looked how a nine-year-old was supposed to look like. And by the way she talked about the situation, Rose hadn’t realized the extent of such comment. Cordelia wanted to keep it that way, and so did Misty Day.

“When—when did she say that?” Misty asked with all the calm she could manage right now. Discretely, Cordelia reached to squeeze one of her hands.

“Today, after rehearsal. She pulled me aside and said I have talent.” Rose smiled proudly.

Cordelia cleared her throat as she pondered how to proceed. “Well, she is right about that. You do have talent, but skipping dessert has nothing to do with it. Did she say anything else?”

“No.” Rose shook her head. “I thought it was weird, but I figured Miss Adeline would know,” she explained.

“Ya’re smart, bug. Come here.” Misty Day sat down and patted her lap. Happily, the girl sat down on it. “Let’s have a very large, yummy bowl of fruit salad.”

“Yay!” Rose giggled. And Cordelia ignored the way her heart pounded with anger.

Fruit salad was shared by everyone, and after watching some TV and doing some homework, Rose was ready for bed. It was Misty who tucked her in tonight, kissing her little forehead and telling her how much they loved her. Rose smiled sleepily, falling asleep in no time. Downstairs, Cordelia sat down on the couch with a glass of water in hand.

“Delia?” Misty Day asked softly. Cordelia seemed to be thinking about something far from where they were.

“Sorry,” the Supreme shook her head. She sat up a little better, caressing Misty Day’s knee when she joined her on the couch.

“It’s alright.” Gently, Misty leaned to peck Cordelia’s cheek. “Where is that gorgeous mind of yours at?”

Cordelia offered a small smile. Misty Day had always managed to read her like an open book. “Can you believe Adeline said that to her?”

Misty Day shook her head. “No… I’m honestly shocked.”

“Right?” Cordelia set the glass aside on the center table. She turned to face Misty completely, tucking her feet underneath her legs. “Tomorrow I’ll go talk to her.”

“We will.” Misty caressed her wife’s knees. Cordelia smiled softly. And her eyes grew distant once again, filling up with tears. Misty Day frowned, and as light as a feather, reached to caress her wife’s cheek. “Talk to me, angel…”

The Supreme took a deep breath. “I d-don’t want her to grow up to be i-insecure… like I am.” She sighed. One of her hands reached for Misty’s free one, tangling their fingers together. Misty allowed her wife time to put her thoughts together and keep going. “I don’t want our n-nine-year-old child to w-worry about her weight. This is n-not how things are supposed to w-work.”

Misty Day nodded. “I know. We’ll find another dance studio if we have to.”

“Yes…” Cordelia sniffled, and a tear fell down her cheek. Misty wiped it away with her thumb.

“Talk to me…” Misty asked again, softly, gently.

Cordelia smiled sadly. “My mother u-used to pressure me so much when it came to m-my looks… or anything else, f-for that matter. It hurts to think Rose m-might go through that, especially thanks to a d-dance teacher.” Perhaps the whole situation wasn’t as big—already—but it brought too many memories to Cordelia. Misty Day understood. She had seen Cordelia grow to be the confident woman she was now, and it had taken a lot of tears to build her confidence.

“She won’t, baby. We won’t allow it.” Misty Day reassured, firm but still sweetly. “We’re workin’ together to make sure she’s a confident little girl, and eventually, a confident woman. It takes a village, yes, but one stone won’t make it go down.”

Brown eyes fixated on blue ones. They always calmed the Supreme down. This time it was no different. Cordelia took a deep breath, letting out a nod. “You’re right… thank you, my love.” She sighed, leaning to lay her head on her wife’s chest. Misty instantly wrapped her arms around Cordelia’s body, holding her close and stroking her hair.

“I love ya’ so much, Delia… we’re doin’ our best. I’m sure Rosie knows how much we love her,” Misty Day murmured against her lover’s blonde locks.

“I love you, too. I hope so.” The Supreme leaned to kiss Misty Day’s neck softly. She inhaled deeply against it. “I still feel lucky for having you in my life… I feel like I don’t deserve what we have.”

“Nonsense, Delia… ya’ deserve every single ounce of happiness the world has given ya’.” Misty kissed the top of her wife’s head again. Cordelia decided she would simply accept those words; she still looked at everything and felt like it was too good to be true. Cordelia was happily married to the woman she loved more than life itself, she had an amazing, kind and healthy daughter, and there was always food on the table. Life was pretty much… perfect. It felt unusual to not have turmoil covering every single one of her senses. In a quick move, the Supreme transmuted them upstairs and to their bedroom. Misty Day gasped playfully. “Magic outside of the academy?” She teased.

“Oh, sush.” Cordelia giggled. She moved to straddle her wife on the bed, smirking down at her. With a flick of her fingers, she locked the bedroom door. “I can do more than just transmute ourselves to bed.”

“Please do, Miss Supreme.” Misty leaned to kiss her wife’s lips. They both giggled, and the night was spent with a sound-proof incantation around their bedroom.

Morning arrived sooner than expected, and the day went by as smoothly as always. Rose had ballet practice again, and the couple was determined to talk to Adeline. When the time came, Rose got into class earlier than usual while Misty and Cordelia sat by the reception. Adeline walked past them. “Misty, Cordelia.” The woman smiled. “Is Rose alright? It’s a little early for her class.”

“She’s warming up with her friends. We were wondering if we could have a chat with you?” Cordelia got up, pulling her wife with her. Misty caressed her hand, feeling her own nerves boiling. The energy that radiated from her wife was one she had seen only a handful of times.

“Yes, of course. Follow me to my office, please.” Adeline led the way, and Misty Day eyed her wife as they followed. Cordelia smiled a little. When the door closed, Adeline took a seat behind the table, while Misty and Cordelia sat side by side at the couch on the other side of it. “So, did anything happen?”

“It did, actually.” Misty Day wrapped an arm around Cordelia’s waist. “Yesterday we were havin’ dinner and Rose mentioned not wanting dessert. Do ya’ know anything about that?”

Adeline seemed to think for a second before nodding. “We had a talk yesterday. I’m sure you two understand that ballet has a few requirements we can’t ignore, and Rose is starting to look a bit different than most of our students.”

“Excuse me?” Cordelia didn’t think she could get any more baffled than she already was. Misty Day squeezed her waist in order to calm her down. “What exactly are you implying?”

Adeline licked her lips as she pondered. “I’m not saying your daughter is fat—she is not—but our students have a… slimmer aesthetic we’d like to keep. I’d encourage her to lose some weight.”

“Are ya’ fucking insane?!” Misty Day asked. And normally, Cordelia would mind the language, but right now, she didn’t care. That was exactly what the Supreme was thinking. “Rose is a nine-year-old child. She has perfect health and a healthy weight. Even if she were, quote on quote, fat, that’s none of ya’ business. There’s nothin’ wrong with being overweight, either.”

“I’m not saying there is, Mrs. Goode-Day. I’m just explaining that in our academy we follow a certain model that is better seen in the dance world,” Adeline explained. And by that point Cordelia wanted nothing more than to spill that stupid matcha tea all over Adeline’s baby-pink coolant.

“Well, then you come and talk to us, not to our young daughter. Quite frankly, who do you think you are to monitor Rose’s weight? And to tell her that skipping dessert would help with her dancing? You, being her teacher and knowing how much she values your opinion on her skills? That’s simply vile.” Cordelia got up along with her wife. “We’re taking her home.”

“Mrs. Goode-Day, there’s no need for that.” Adeline quickly amended as she got up as well.

“No. There is.” Misty held Cordelia’s waist protectively as she always did. “Rose is a child. A healthy, happy one. She is perfect the way she is and we’ll not allow anyone to make her think she’s less of that. Especially for such a stupid reason.”

“With all my respect, I feel like you both are overreacting a little bit.”

Cordelia stopped in her tracks. She stared deeply into the woman’s eyes. “Overreacting? Have you got no idea of how pressured little girls are when it comes to their appearance? Frankly, you shouldn’t be working with children if you think your words won’t have any consequences in them. We’re done.” Without giving the woman another second to answer, the couple stormed out of the office. Adeline stood there without knowing what to do, so she simply watched them leave. As they were walking to pick Rose, Misty Day pulled them to the bathroom. “Baby, t-that’s not the right room.” Cordelia was already pulling them outside, but Misty gently stopped her.

“We need to calm down before pickin’ her,” Misty Day explained, words still gentle as always.

Cordelia stopped still. She looked at Misty, and only then realized her own eyes were teary as well as her wife’s. She sighed, nodding. “Y-you’re right. You a-always think about everything… I don’t know what I would do without y-you.” The Supreme leaned to hug her wife, and Misty Day instantly held her close and to her chest, caressing her back.

“We won’t ever have to find that out, angel… it’s okay.” A tear fell down her blue eyes. Misty Day sniffled quietly. In her arms, Cordelia took deep breaths. “Ya’re the best mother out there, baby… I hope ya know how much I admire ya.”

“Misty…” Cordelia couldn’t help but let out a small sob. She hugged her wife even closer. Cordelia always felt, in the back of her mind, like a failure, and she definitely didn’t see herself as the strong, good mother of the relationship. Misty Day was so good with Rose, she always knew how to make her laugh, or make her feel better, or make her feel however she needed to feel. Cordelia admired her as a woman, as a lover, and now, as a mother. And to know the woman she looked up to looked up to her was simply… positively overwhelming. She sniffled and looked up at those gorgeous blue eyes. “I learn from y-you every single day. I feel s-so lucky you’re the one with me on this j-journey.”

Misty Day smiled lovingly at Cordelia. Carefully, she reached to wipe a tear away from her beautiful face. “Ya’re the one who makes us what we are, Delia… our family is what it is because of ya’.” She leaned down to gently kiss her lips. “Ya’ and me… we were always meant to be.”

“We make our family what i-it is. You, me, and that beautiful little girl we’ve created and raised together. She is perfect the way she is because of me and you.” Cordelia kissed her wife’s lips again, burying her face onto blonde curls right after. Misty kissed the top of her head, and there they stood for a minute or two, just calming down. Misty Day knew the incident alone wasn’t that big, but everything that it implied was, indeed, a lot. And it was more than enough. Nothing else from that nature would be allowed. Gently, the Supreme pulled away. “Thank you, my darling angel. I love you so much.”

“I love ya’, babygirl.” Misty Day caressed her lover’s waist before pulling away to wipe her cheeks dry. Cordelia did the same, and, after a second, she reached for her wife’s hand again. They took a deep breath and followed to where Rose was.

Inside the huge room, Rose giggled as her and her friends danced together to some imaginary song. The couple watched as she stopped stiff for a second and looked over to the door, directly at them. Cordelia was surprised the girl felt their presence; she was young, and they were together all the time. That was an advanced skill for a child, but it was no surprise given she was the daughter of Misty Day.

“Did she feel us?” Misty Day asked in a whisper.

“I think so,” Cordelia whispered back. Rose was already walking to them with a frown on her features.

“Mommies?” The little girl asked, tiny hands reaching for one of each of the two women. “What happened?”

Misty Day would be impressed had she not been as empathic as Rose seemed to be when she herself was a child. Softly, she caressed her daughter’s hand. “Nothin’, baby. What do ya’ think we have some ice cream?”

Rose frowned even more. “It’s Thursday… we don’t have ice cream on Thursdays.” Brown eyes looked over to Cordelia’s, and the Supreme smiled a little.

“It’s a special occasion.” Cordelia, as well, caressed her daughter’s hand. Rose was visibly confused. She shook her head a little. “It feels weird… I feel weird. My stomach hurts.”

Misty Day let go of her lover’s and daughter’s hand to gently kneel down in front of the little girl. She caressed her face softly, being careful with her rings. “Is it ya’ stomach or ya’ chest?”

“Both.” Rose turned fully to Misty Day. Misty knew exactly what her daughter was feeling, and she definitely had the same powers she did when she was a child herself. “Somethin’ is wrong.”

Misty shook her head. “Do ya’ mind if we have ice cream today? Instead of ballet practice?”

Hesitantly, the girl shook her head. She looked up at her other mother. “Mommy, is that alright?”

“It is, bug. We want to talk to you.” Cordelia was proud her daughter always took what she did seriously, but she definitely would be more careful not to push her too hard. Cordelia was a perfectionist at heart, and it was not the good trait everyone thought it was.

“Okay.” Rose nodded. “My bag is at the dressin’ room.”

“Do ya’ want help?”

“It’s fine.” Rose shook her head. “Can I have fudge with my ice cream today?”

“Anything you want, baby.” Cordelia smiled a little more. “We’ll wait at reception.”

“Yay! Okay!” Happily, Rose ran to get her things.

Misty Day got up, chuckling softly. “She definitely felt us. That’s not a stomach ache.”

“We need to talk to her about it, too.” Cordelia reached for her wife’s hand and pulled her to the reception. A sigh left her lips. “She likes it here so much… do you think it’s fair what we’re doing? To pull her out of that academy?”

Misty nibbled on her lower lip as she thought. After a second, she nodded. “We won’t always know what people here say to her… those little girls will soon develop a mentality like Adeline’s, and it’ll only make things harder for when she’s older. I think we’re protectin’ her. We’re being careful. We’re doing what we think it’s best.”

Cordelia nodded. Nervously, she played with her wife’s fingers. “I hope she won’t be too upset…”

“She might be… but she’ll eventually understand.” Misty placed a soft kiss on Cordelia’s cheek. “She has her mother’s brains.”

The Supreme let out a small giggle. “And her mother’s empathy and kindness and everything nice.” She turned to peck Misty Day’s lips. “Besides, you’re very smart, too.”

“Silly,” Misty Day teased. She pecked her wife again and pulled away to wait for Rose.

In no more than five minutes, Rose walked in. She had her shoes and coat on, carrying the bag on her shoulder. Misty instantly reached for it. “Thank ya’, Momma.”

“Of course, baby. All set?” Misty Day had to admit she was a little nervous, too. But she was going to hold it together.

“Mhm.” Rose nodded, reaching for her mothers’ hands. They walked to the car with Rose between them, happy to be doing something different. Back inside the car, Cordelia was the one driving. “My stomach still hurts.” Rose sighed.

Instantly, Misty eyed Cordelia, and brown eyes were already eyeing her back. The Supreme nodded softly. “Is it the first time ya’ feel that, bug?” Misty Day asked softly, hand reaching to caress Cordelia’s thigh.

“I don’t think so… sometimes I feel it when the teacher at regular school is mad at us for talkin’ too much,” Rose explained. “But it always goes away soon.”

Cordelia couldn’t help but smile softly to herself. “Has Aunt Zoe ever told you about empathy in witches?”

“Yes. She always talks about Momma.”

Misty Day looked down shyly. Her cheeks tinted softly. “The apple never falls too far from the tree, baby.”

Rose frowned. “What?” It caused the couple to laugh softly. Their daughter was so pure, it always melted their heart.

“What Momma is trying to say is that you probably feel things like she does. That stomach ache is you feeling the tense, or bad energy around you,” Cordelia explained.

“Oh…” Rose thought for a second. Misty Day watched her from the mirror as her little face scrunched with a confused frown. “So… are ya’ guys tense?”

Once again, Misty Day eyed her wife. Cordelia bit her lower lip. “A little bit,” the Supreme said softly. “It’s just… something we want to talk to you about.”

“Did I do anythin’ wrong?”

“No, baby. No, don’t worry. Ya’ did nothing wrong.” Misty turned to offer a small smile to her daughter. “It’s about the ballet lessons.”

“What is it?” Rose asked, and Cordelia began to park the car.

“Let’s get ice cream and then we’ll talk, okay bug?” Cordelia asked. Rose nodded.

They got into the ice cream shop and served themselves; Cordelia helped their daughter while Misty served herself and paid. Once they were settled at the table, Rose stared at them with huge brown eyes, slowly taking a first bite. The couple knew their daughter wouldn’t rest until they talked to her. “So… me and Mommy have been thinking about getting ya’ into another dance studio. What do you think, bug?” Misty Day broke the ice. Blue eyes watched as the girl sitting at the other side of the table frowned.

“Why?” Rose asked.

Cordelia wasn’t sure what the best answer would be, and neither was Misty. The Supreme bit her lower lip softly. “Miss Adeline has expressed some ideas we don’t agree with, and we think it can be best for you to dance with someone who’s… nicer.” That was a good way to put it. Rose could understand it, and it wasn’t a lie.

“What about my friends?”

“We can always have play days with them. Ya’ won’t stop being friends, you’ll just make more at the new studio.” Misty was doing her best to put a nice light onto the situation. Changing studios would be, after all, a good thing for Rose.

“What did Miss Adeline say?” The girl asked. Cordelia eyed her wife and gently shook her head. Misty Day nodded discreetly; she, as well, wasn’t planing on telling Rose what Adeline had said. Rose didn’t need that.

“Mean stuff, baby.” Misty Day was scared their daughter wouldn’t accept that as a reason, but Rose was quick to answer.

“Like when she tells us we look like weird birds flappin’ our arms around?”

Cordelia squeezed her spoon, and Misty Day bit the inside of her cheek. Adeline had definitely spoken more than she should have had. “Exactly, baby.” The Supreme nodded.

“Makes sense.” Rose got her attention back at her ice cream, taking a huge spoonful. A drop of fudge got smudged on her chin, and Misty Day reached to wipe it away with a napkin. “Thanks, Momma.”

“Of course, baby.” She was relieved their daughter seemed to be taking the news alright. With her free hand, she squeezed Cordelia’s waist. “We can look for a new studio together, what do ya’ think?”

“I like that. Can I have a new uniform without Miss Adeline’s Studio logo?”

“Definitely.” Cordelia smiled. Their daughter was, indeed, something else. She carried more empathy and humanity in a finger than most people did in their whole body. Life was good.

The rest of the night was spent together. They finished their ice cream and got home, Rose took a shower and they skipped dinner due to the ice cream; all of them were full. Morning would come soon, and another perfect day would come.

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