Charmed
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"Wonderful." She gave a sigh of gratitude as Ana continued to rub her shoulders. "There isn't anything for him to do quite yet."
Ana's father, Padrick, plopped down the moment Bryna vacated the seat. "How's the girl?"
"I'm really fine. It's all very mild as yet, but I'm sure it'll get rolling before too much longer." She leaned over to kiss his plump cheek. "I'm glad you're all here."
"Wouldn't be anywhere else." He put a pudgy hand on her belly to soothe and gave his daughter one of his elvish grins. "And my own little darling. You're pretty as a picture. Take right after your da, don't you?"
"Naturally." Ana felt the next contraction start and kept her hands steady on Morgana's shoulders. "Long, relaxed breaths, love."
"Will you want to give her some blue cohosh?" he asked his daughter.
Ana considered, then shook her head. "Not yet. She's doing well enough. But you could get me my pouch. I'll want some crystals."
"Done." He rose, then flipped his hand over. In the palm was a sprig of bell heather in full flower. "Now where did this come from?" he said, in the way he had since the laboring woman had been a babe herself. "Take care of this for me. I've business to tend to."
Morgana brushed the heather against her cheek. "He's the dearest man in the world."
"He'll spoil these two if you let him. Da's a pushover for children." With the empathic link, she knew Morgana was in more discomfort than she was letting on. "I'll have to take you upstairs soon, Morgana."
"Not yet, though." She reached over her shoulder for Ana's hand. "It's so nice being here with everyone. Where's Aunt Maureen?"
"Mama's in the kitchen, probably arguing with Aunt Camilla over the stew by now."
On a little groan, Morgana shut her eyes. "Lord, I could eat a gallon of it."
"After," Ana promised, and looked up as the rattle of chains and the moans of the suffering filled the room. "Somebody at the door."
"Poor Nash. He can't relax long enough to appreciate his own handiwork. Is it Sebastian?"
Ana craned her neck. "Uh-huh. He and Mel are critiquing the holograms. Whoops, there goes the smoke machine and the bats."
Sebastian strode in. "Amateurs."
"And Lydia was so scared she screamed and screamed," Jessie said, relating the chills and thrills of the elementary school's haunted house. "Then Frankie ate so much candy he threw up."
"Sounds like a red-letter day." To forestall exactly the same eventuality, he'd already hidden away half of the treats Jessie'd collected in her goodie bag.
"I like my costume best of all." As they got out of the car in front of Morgana's, Jessie twirled so that the starry pink material floated around her. Rather pleased with himself, Boone crouched to adjust her wings of aluminum foil. It had taken him the better part of two days to figure out how to tack and baste and tie the fairy costume together. But it was worth it.
She tapped her father's shoulder with her cardboard wand. "Now you're the handsome prince."
"What was I before?"
"The ugly toad." She squealed with laughter as he tweaked her nose. "Do you think Ana's going to be surprised? Will she recognize me?"
"Not a chance. I'm not sure I recognize you myself." They'd opted to dispense with a mask, and Boone had painted her cheeks with rouge, reddened her lips, and smudged her eyelids to her eyebrows with glittery gold shadow.
"We're going to meet her whole family," she reminded her father—as if he needed reminding. He'd been worrying about the event all week. "And I get to see Morgana's cat and dog again."
"Right." He tried not to be overly concerned about the dog.
Pan might look like a wolf—disconcertingly so—but he'd been gentle and friendly with Jessie the last time they'd visited.
"This is going to be the best Halloween party in the whole world." Rising to her tiptoes, she pushed the doorbell. Her mouth fell open in a soundless gasp when the moans and clanking chains filled the air.
A husky man with thinning hair and jolly eyes opened the door. He took one look at Jessie and spoke in his best ghoul's voice. "Welcome to the haunted castle. Enter at your own risk."
Her eyes were big blue saucers. "Is it really haunted?"
"Come in… if you dare." He squatted down until he was at eye level with her, then pulled a fluffy stuffed bunny from up his sleeve.
"Ooh…" Charmed, Jessie pressed it against her cheek. "Are you a magician?"
"Certainly. Isn't everyone?"
"Uh-uh. I'm a fairy princess."
"That's good enough. And is this your escort for the evening?" he asked, glancing up at Boone.
"No." Jessie laughed gaily. "He's my daddy. I'm really Jessie."
"I'm really Padrick."
He straightened, and though his eyes remained merry, Boone was sure he was being measured. "And you'd be?"
"Sawyer." He offered a hand. "Boone Sawyer. We're Anastasia's neighbors."
"Neighbors, you say? Well, I doubt that's all. But come in, come in." He exchanged Boone's hand for Jessie's. "See what we have in store for you."
"Ghosts!" She nearly bounced out of her Mary Janes. "Daddy, ghosts!"
"Not a bad attempt for a layman," Padrick said kindly enough. "Oh, by the way, Ana's just taken Nash and Morgana upstairs. We've having twins tonight. Maureen, my passion flower, come meet Ana's neighbors." He turned to Boone as a striking amazon in a scarlet turban came striding down the hall.
"I imagine you'd like a drink, boyo," Padrick said to Boone.
"Yes, sir." Boone blew out a long breath. "I believe I would."
Hesitant and uneasy, Mel knocked on the door of Morgana's bedroom, then poked her head in. She wasn't sure whether she'd expected the clinical—and, to her mind, frightening—aura of a delivery room or the mystical glow of a magic circle. Either one she could have done without.
Instead, there was Morgana propped up in a big, cozy-looking bed, flowers and candles all around. Harp and flute music was drifting through the room. Morgana looked a bit flushed, Nash more than a bit pale, but the basic normality of it all reassured Mel enough to have her crossing the threshold when Ana gestured to her.
Ana's father, Padrick, plopped down the moment Bryna vacated the seat. "How's the girl?"
"I'm really fine. It's all very mild as yet, but I'm sure it'll get rolling before too much longer." She leaned over to kiss his plump cheek. "I'm glad you're all here."
"Wouldn't be anywhere else." He put a pudgy hand on her belly to soothe and gave his daughter one of his elvish grins. "And my own little darling. You're pretty as a picture. Take right after your da, don't you?"
"Naturally." Ana felt the next contraction start and kept her hands steady on Morgana's shoulders. "Long, relaxed breaths, love."
"Will you want to give her some blue cohosh?" he asked his daughter.
Ana considered, then shook her head. "Not yet. She's doing well enough. But you could get me my pouch. I'll want some crystals."
"Done." He rose, then flipped his hand over. In the palm was a sprig of bell heather in full flower. "Now where did this come from?" he said, in the way he had since the laboring woman had been a babe herself. "Take care of this for me. I've business to tend to."
Morgana brushed the heather against her cheek. "He's the dearest man in the world."
"He'll spoil these two if you let him. Da's a pushover for children." With the empathic link, she knew Morgana was in more discomfort than she was letting on. "I'll have to take you upstairs soon, Morgana."
"Not yet, though." She reached over her shoulder for Ana's hand. "It's so nice being here with everyone. Where's Aunt Maureen?"
"Mama's in the kitchen, probably arguing with Aunt Camilla over the stew by now."
On a little groan, Morgana shut her eyes. "Lord, I could eat a gallon of it."
"After," Ana promised, and looked up as the rattle of chains and the moans of the suffering filled the room. "Somebody at the door."
"Poor Nash. He can't relax long enough to appreciate his own handiwork. Is it Sebastian?"
Ana craned her neck. "Uh-huh. He and Mel are critiquing the holograms. Whoops, there goes the smoke machine and the bats."
Sebastian strode in. "Amateurs."
"And Lydia was so scared she screamed and screamed," Jessie said, relating the chills and thrills of the elementary school's haunted house. "Then Frankie ate so much candy he threw up."
"Sounds like a red-letter day." To forestall exactly the same eventuality, he'd already hidden away half of the treats Jessie'd collected in her goodie bag.
"I like my costume best of all." As they got out of the car in front of Morgana's, Jessie twirled so that the starry pink material floated around her. Rather pleased with himself, Boone crouched to adjust her wings of aluminum foil. It had taken him the better part of two days to figure out how to tack and baste and tie the fairy costume together. But it was worth it.
She tapped her father's shoulder with her cardboard wand. "Now you're the handsome prince."
"What was I before?"
"The ugly toad." She squealed with laughter as he tweaked her nose. "Do you think Ana's going to be surprised? Will she recognize me?"
"Not a chance. I'm not sure I recognize you myself." They'd opted to dispense with a mask, and Boone had painted her cheeks with rouge, reddened her lips, and smudged her eyelids to her eyebrows with glittery gold shadow.
"We're going to meet her whole family," she reminded her father—as if he needed reminding. He'd been worrying about the event all week. "And I get to see Morgana's cat and dog again."
"Right." He tried not to be overly concerned about the dog.
Pan might look like a wolf—disconcertingly so—but he'd been gentle and friendly with Jessie the last time they'd visited.
"This is going to be the best Halloween party in the whole world." Rising to her tiptoes, she pushed the doorbell. Her mouth fell open in a soundless gasp when the moans and clanking chains filled the air.
A husky man with thinning hair and jolly eyes opened the door. He took one look at Jessie and spoke in his best ghoul's voice. "Welcome to the haunted castle. Enter at your own risk."
Her eyes were big blue saucers. "Is it really haunted?"
"Come in… if you dare." He squatted down until he was at eye level with her, then pulled a fluffy stuffed bunny from up his sleeve.
"Ooh…" Charmed, Jessie pressed it against her cheek. "Are you a magician?"
"Certainly. Isn't everyone?"
"Uh-uh. I'm a fairy princess."
"That's good enough. And is this your escort for the evening?" he asked, glancing up at Boone.
"No." Jessie laughed gaily. "He's my daddy. I'm really Jessie."
"I'm really Padrick."
He straightened, and though his eyes remained merry, Boone was sure he was being measured. "And you'd be?"
"Sawyer." He offered a hand. "Boone Sawyer. We're Anastasia's neighbors."
"Neighbors, you say? Well, I doubt that's all. But come in, come in." He exchanged Boone's hand for Jessie's. "See what we have in store for you."
"Ghosts!" She nearly bounced out of her Mary Janes. "Daddy, ghosts!"
"Not a bad attempt for a layman," Padrick said kindly enough. "Oh, by the way, Ana's just taken Nash and Morgana upstairs. We've having twins tonight. Maureen, my passion flower, come meet Ana's neighbors." He turned to Boone as a striking amazon in a scarlet turban came striding down the hall.
"I imagine you'd like a drink, boyo," Padrick said to Boone.
"Yes, sir." Boone blew out a long breath. "I believe I would."
Hesitant and uneasy, Mel knocked on the door of Morgana's bedroom, then poked her head in. She wasn't sure whether she'd expected the clinical—and, to her mind, frightening—aura of a delivery room or the mystical glow of a magic circle. Either one she could have done without.
Instead, there was Morgana propped up in a big, cozy-looking bed, flowers and candles all around. Harp and flute music was drifting through the room. Morgana looked a bit flushed, Nash more than a bit pale, but the basic normality of it all reassured Mel enough to have her crossing the threshold when Ana gestured to her.
