Three simple words...

Eightteen

October 18th
Fiona and Joe were walking inside the Coven, holding hands as Kyle brought there things in.
Delia stormed to the front door from the ancestors room.
"Where the hell have you been? You just decided to take off for a week? And expected it to go over well?"
"I'm useless to this coven anyhow."
"Oh really? Tell that to the goddamn police showing up at our door because one of these witches have killed someone or how about when one of us are sick!"
"Delia calm down!"
"I can't handle this by myself mother!"
She rolled her eyes and walked up stairs with Joe.
*
All of the girls were sitting in the ancestors room and chatting, Fiona had her feet propped up and was leaning against the arm of the couch.
"Delia, could you get me a glass of water?"
"No." Fiona narrowed her eyes and struggled to get up, walking hastily into the kitchen.
Marie leaned in.
"Alright girls lets plan a baby shower."
"We'll plan it two weeks from now." Rosie, one of Maries girls said.
"Perfect and we'll have it on a Saturday." Queenie said.
"You in Delia?" Zoe asked.
"No I'm not supporting that monster of a child, its damned from the start."
The room got quiet and Fiona walked back in with a glass of water and tripped over the rug, causing her to stumble and drop it.
"Goddamn it! I'm going to bed!" She grumbled, not even bothering to clean it up.
"Delia I don't know whats up your ass about this baby, but it needs to stop girl." Queenie said when Fiona was out of earshot.
"Am I the only one who thinks this immortal shouldn't have children?"
Yeses and yeahs sounded throughout the room.
"You're just jealous." Zoe said.
"Jealous? Hah, I don't wanna relive my childhood with Fiona."
"You're jealous because Fionas actually going to care for this child." Marie said.
"I'm not jealous of a child whos existence is doomed in the first place!"
All the women in the room just gave her a glare.