After the Coven

5

Kyle POV

"I don't know, I think she's more of a Bailey or a Phoebe." I added with a smirk to our debate.
"She?" Zoe asked mockingly.
"Well yeah it's going to be a she. Hands down. The Spencers have never had a girl."
"Okay, well in that case... I like Ruthie. But if it just so happens to be a boy?"
"In that scenario, Silas or Wesley."
"Alright, I love Silas but maybe Sebastien instead of Wesley."
"Perfect." I ended the conversation by planting a kiss on her nose. Pushing away her hair, our eyes met. "Are you sure you are ready for this?" She said unsure. I turned towards her by laying on my side instead of my back. "Hey. This child will not not know its father. I wont let it. I know what that feels like. Its hell." I preached to her. Zoe nodded her head and gave me a hopeful smile whilst a tear escaped her beautiful eyes.
With my thumb, I swiped the clear liquid off her porcelain skin. "And we have more than enough free babysitting." This made Zoe laugh. "Ya know... I might have a spell that can give us at least a clue on the gender of the baby and make this name process easier." She pitched.
"As long as their are no snapping of bones. Then I'm down."
Zoe got up from the bed and waddled into the dining room to snatch a grimoire. Once she returned the candles scattered around the room, flared with light. "This spell is completely safe, it was a pregnant witch who created it." The spell began with her saying, "onix atala ayat heglum. Onix atala ayat heglum. Onix atala ayat heglum."
Zoe POV
 
Images swirled around in my head and I knew it must've been the spell. They were visions of Kyle and I. And he was tossing a small child up and down in the air. The little girl laughing up a storm while being projected up out of his hands. When she landed in Kyle's hands, his expression changed to a melodramatic surprise face. As per usual, the girl giggled. She was placed back onto the ground and held both of our hands as we swung her back and forth. All of us were laughing and having a swell time. The pictures changed. To a beautiful sandy-blond-haired teenager tossing her cap into the air with a smile. The people around her encircled the girl while you could hear hoots and hollers. It turned to a proud and sad -and somewhat aged, Kyle and me.
Kyle POV

Zoe fazed out for about seven seconds. When she came back, she had a tear cascading down her face.  "What? What did you see?" I asked nervously. "A girl. We are having a girl." My eyes lit up and I cocked a huge grin. "How did you know? What happened just now?"
        "I had a kind of vision. I saw you and I and a little girl. You tossed her in the air. And we held hands with her. Then it took me to a beautiful girl at a graduation, with us in the crowd. I am so happy."
"So what are we naming it?"
     "Well if it helps, she had sandy blond hair."
"Bailey then!"
        "Well, why don't we just wait until I give birth..."
Admitting defeat, I smiled. Putting a kiss on Zoe's forehead, I ended the debate.
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Zoe's head is using my arm a a pillow. Carefully, I scoot my arm out from underneath her and head to the attached bathroom. Sticking the toothbrush back in the holder, I hear a soft groan and I look over to a sleepy Zoe shuffling towards me. The expression on her face was confusion. "What's going on babe?" I ask as I take her small hands. "I just had a vision. They keep happening." She says.

Zoe's POV

A man with icy blue eyes, pale skin, and shaggy, black hair, walks down a sidewalk with the blond little girl. She seems to enjoy his company. She is no more than seven years-old. A woman with curled, long, brown hair, walks to them and joins a hand with the man. The three walk in peace until the image fades into a large house with a wrap-around porch. On to the steps come four people. The man and woman from before lead up the steps. Behind them are a woman with long, straight, dirty-blond hair in dark clothes and a man with a suit on and curly blond hair. They could be Kyle and I. We strongly resemble each other from the back. The man with the blue eyes and black hair run-jogs to the yard and plucks out a "For Sale" sign with a "SOLD" sticker slapped across it. The perspective changes to street view and I can see the address and remarkably I recognize the house. I pass it every time I get groceries. Its not even a full block from here.

It fizzled out and I decided to go tell Kyle about the vision.