A World That Is Not Mine

LVIII.

When Stevie got home from being with her Gypsy friends she was so excited. She could see so many things moving forward happily. Because her child was going to be so magickal and powerful, she felt like it would be her duty to remind her child that they were not evil. Dreams and visions were natural and something to take pride in. However it was something that needed to stay in the shadows due to other people who thought everything "magic" was devil related. It was not.

At the same time, she felt it even more so. The girl she met---Pandora seemed to be carrying her worst fear. Obviously her parents never explained to her that she wasn't evil. Stevie would never want any child that held her gifts to think they were evil because they weren't. Growing up, Stevie didn't have anybody to tell her if she was evil or not. She had to assume she was that way for a reason. Her parents didn't seem to hold her gifts and her brother held it slightly, but her learning was all intention. When she moved in with Talia and all the other girls from before, they assured her what her gifts were. They assured her she was meant for good and even if they would have told her she was bad, she wouldn't have believed it because, her faith in herself was strong, as was her faith in God.

When she had told Pandora, she would be there a lot more, she wasn't lying. She felt like it would be good to clear the house and keep the energy happy. She knew she wasn't always the happiest, but she was knowing that her whole past was being pushed little by little. She also felt that getting to know everybody would be a wonderful thing. Her baby, when they were born would grow up knowing magick all around. They would learn to take pride in what they did. They would be who they were meant to be. Stevie thought it was even better that they were going to bless the baby after being born. That was something that she wanted to do with Solan but she never got the chance.

She was never able to, since Rick was not letting them go out to Los Angeles alone and nor would he take time off. He was pretty pushy and aggressive. He wanted things his way. That's what he got and it led him and his now ex-wife down extremely different roads. It was looking like, from all the talk since seeing her oldest friend again, that she was going to mentor some of the girls there. It was never said but read in the air. Rick was in prison. By the time he was out, he would be fifty-eight and Stevie would be fifty-five and her baby would be in their teens.

Getting home, Stevie gently placed her keys on the table and headed to Lindsey's study. His car was in the driveway, so she was excited to see him home. It was late afternoon so she was thrilled. She was wanting to tell him all about her afternoon with her friend and meeting the new girls and about the blessing to come.

Pushing open his door, she entered quietly. He was on a call and his focus was on the paper his pen was about to write on.

He looked up at her and gave her a smile as they both waited. Every time he saw her, it made him so happy. He was so happy everytime he saw her tummy, just anticipating what more was to come for him. He loved everything about their life they had been creating, thus far. What made him even happier at the moment was the smile on her face.

Stevie sat down in the armchair, getting comfortable. It was right next to his desk so she could be close.

"Alright, sounds good. I will see you tomorrow," he assured his patient. He finished the note he was writing and set the phone back on the hook. He then set the pen down and rested his head in his hand, facing Stevie. "How are you today?" he asked her. He put all of his undivided attention on her.

"Good," she beamed happily. "Even better, knowing that you're here." She was because, normally he was at work and she would come to an empty home.

"Yeah, I was tired today. I wanted to come home and have some lunch," he said honestly. "I wanted to see you too," he assured.

"I understand," she giggled. "I am going to make dinner and all that jazz."