Daughter of a Witch

Takeout and Truths

The morning was a swirl of activity as Agatha bustled around, her hands fluttering from one packed item to another, checking and rechecking her bag. Y/n watched her from the doorway, trying to hold back a smile. Despite being one of the most powerful witches Y/n knew, Agatha looked downright flustered.

"Are you sure you packed enough?" Y/n teased, her eyes twinkling as she saw her mother fussing over a handful of spellbooks and a carefully wrapped potion bottle.

Agatha shot her a look, half-amused and half-apprehensive. "I know it seems like I'm going overboard, but Wanda said this retreat requires full focus. I just want to be prepared for anything." She paused, her face softening as she glanced at Y/n and then Rio, who was lounging in the corner with an amused grin.

Y/n approached, leaning in to hug Agatha. "We'll be fine, Mama. It's just the weekend."

"Yes," Rio said, sauntering over and touching Agatha's shoulders. We've got this covered. There's no need to worry yourself into a frenzy. Besides..."..." She tilted her head, giving Agatha a reassuring smile. "You deserve some time away."

Agatha's expression softened, but she still sighed, running her fingers along the edges of her bag. "I know, I know... but it's just the first time I'll be away from both of you like this in a long time." She gave Y/n a gentle look. "And I'll miss you, kiddo."

Y/n rolled her eyes but grinned. "Three days is nothing, and Mom and I have all sorts of plans. Right, Mom?"

Rio smirked, nodding. "Oh, absolutely. There's takeout, movie marathons, and maybe-if Y/n's up for it-a bit of light spell practice."

Agatha's eyes narrowed playfully at Rio, clearly catching the hidden mischief in her voice. "I better not come back to find half the kitchen charmed to life," she warned, only half-joking.

"Relax," Rio chuckled, wrapping her arms around Agatha's waist and gently kissing her cheek. "We'll behave. Probably."

This earned a laugh from Agatha, who leaned into Rio's embrace, momentarily abandoning her bag to savor the touch. With one final hug for Y/n and a lingering kiss from Rio, Agatha finally stepped back, taking a deep breath to steel herself.

"I love you both," she said, a smile spreading across her face as she looked at them.

"Love you too," Y/n said softly, giving her a little wave.

"Now go before you change your mind," Rio added, gently nudging Agatha toward the door. Agatha took a deep breath, then smiled, and with a final glance over her shoulder, she disappeared down the path, leaving Y/n and Rio alone in the house for the first time in what felt like forever.

Y/n then retreated to her room for a few hours to work on homework while Rio cleaned the house.

The house felt different without Agatha around. Though it was still filled with its usual warmth, an unmistakable stillness was in the air. It wasn't often that Y/n and Rio got time together, just the two of them, and while Y/n missed her mother's presence, she also welcomed this rare opportunity to connect with Rio on a deeper level.

As the sun set, painting the living room in a soft orange glow, Rio peeked around the corner from the kitchen, where she'd been rummaging through the fridge with a half-hearted look of uncertainty.

"Alright," Rio declared, leaning in the doorway. "First night of it being just us. How about we do something a little different for dinner? You call the shots tonight, kiddo."

Y/n looked up from the book she'd been reading, eyes twinkling with excitement. "Are you sure about that? No limits?"

"None at all," Rio replied, folding her arms with a smirk. "Whatever you want."