The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Twenty-five: inevitable

Part Two: The cold witch

Five_Years_Later

Raquelia's POV

    My eyes followed my little daughter, Rafaelia, as she ran around my room looking for my perfume. I told her Frost and Wynter, her friends were coming and she was running mad trying to beautify herself for Frost. Rafaelia was just three but knew too much. When I was her age, I didn't know what sexy meant or what to wear when your crush is coming over. Heck!! I didn't even have a crush! My husband believed that my powers tampered with her brain and she would run mad in the future. He's crazy! I didn't do anything like that. Rafaelia was just clearly… different.

  "Mom! Where the bubble pop did you keep your perfume?! I'm trying to smell like a goddess here. Frost can't see me looking or smelling bad," see what I mean?! Frost and Wynter were five, my twin boys being a few months older than them. It turns out I was being tested back then and didn't lose my baby. I was blessed with twins as a reward and a daughter as a bonus. Originally, Raf wasn't supposed to be my daughter but a child born out of the mother flower like the rest personification of spring before her. I was, however, given the honor of birthing and raising her as both a duty and a reward.

   "Are you gonna just stand there staring or help me?!" Unfortunately, the girl was too cheeky for her own good.

   "Raf, should I remove your voice again?" I threatened, folding my arms. She gulped and shook her head fearfully. "Should I place a mark on your head that will cause Frost to throw up when he sees your face again?"

   "No, Mommy. I'm sorry, Mommy, please don't make him hate me," she pleaded, giving me her award-winning wet kitten eyes. My heart felt like it was bursting.

   "Good. Now be a nice girl and get out of my room," before I give in and do what you want.

   "But I want to please Frost," she whined.

   "For heaven's sake, Nerine! you're just three! What do you know about crushes and boys?!" Arthur screamed.

   Raf sighed dramatically and placed her small palm on her forehead. "Oh darling father of mine, when will you learn that love has no age? Seriously, you ought to know as a grown-up. Mom knows, Aunt Jena and Jinora know, and my future mother-in-law knows, so why don't you know?"

   Arthur sat up on the bed and gave me a blank look while I tried to suppress my laughter. "You are spoiling this child, Lia," he said chidingly.

   "Arthur, you know it's not my…"

   "What did you call me?"

   "OK, Archie, you know it's not my fault. That's just her personality," I said with an eye roll. "Have you forgotten how Gemma and Gerald were at her age?"

   "They belong to Jena and Kyle and we both know those couples are crazy," he said with a frown. Raf was tiptoeing out with my makeup kit as if I couldn't see her. "Nerine, drop that!" She ran out. He always calls her by her middle name.

   "Calm down, Art…Archie. She's better than Aida, isn't she?" Aida was Jena's last daughter. She was a year older than Rafaelia, smarter, and, well, a mini version of her mother. Just like Raf, she was a seasonal personification; the autumn witch. Aida was the only one among Jena's children who were born with powers.

   "Stop comparing them and using that as an excuse. At least, discipline her,"

   "You're the dad. Why don't you do that?" I scoffed.