"Misty..."
"Hey, Dee. Look, she's asleep now. I was just rockin' her then she fell asleep." Her voice was rich in pure delight as she stared to the sleeping infant bundled up in cozy blanket. Rose colored lips were puckering and her longs lashes were curled softly. This child's face was nothing like the other's. She was like a doll with rosy cheeks.
"You need rest, Dee. Don't worry 'bout her. That's why I'm here." The wild blonde assured her again.
"Wake me up when she's hungry, breast milk is better than those powdered milks." Misty nodded continuously rocking the baby in her arms.
"You look like her, ya'know? Those lips and you're hair, it's so much like her." Misty cooed to the child as if the girl could understand her.
"No, her hair is as wild as yours and it's cute." Delia stated with closed eyes, curled up under the thick cover. She felt so exhausted, her bones turned brittle and her back ached so bad. This was the first night they'd be having their little angel out in the world. Giving birth wasn't as hard as she anticipated it to be-it was a lot harder and painful- nothing imaginable.
But those were all worth it, wasn't it? Even if she felt like she broke her vagina and was being split in halves when she was pushing this baby out.
A wholehearted smile still made it way up to her lips, curving in a way it would only occur once in a lifetime and only because of this baby, this baby that she waited all her life.
"Delia, you gotta sleep. It's okay." She sat on the huge space of their bed-their girl still in her arms. She handled the baby with single arm, Misty stroked Cordelia's face features astonished of the sight before her. Her glances draw back to the baby. She could see Cordelia within the baby's face.
A very ancient spell had worked on Cordelia, it was originally made for two witches who wanted to have a child so this made the child biologically Misty's as well it was Cordelia's
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"You're such a stupid ass, Michael. You couldn't even hit the ball right!" Queenie exclaimed, pissed of how lame the game was becoming.
"All you have to do is hit it back- jesus. You're irritating me. Zoe? could you please replace him? I'm so sick of just serving the ball right at him and he'd still not get it." Another complain from the bratty hollywood girl. She rolled her eyes at Michael who felt so embarrassed about himself, he was new to the game, new to the environment- new to everything in fact. He was still adjusting and trying to mingle with these witches and it was no game at all especially with Madison.
Cordelia put him into her care after surrendering himself to her, seeing there was no point at all to continue the plan, he lost his mentors- he was nothing but a scared little boy who didn't know what to do. With the lack of their presence Michael was nothing. His brain was poisoned by them and Cordelia was the one who had to suffer and clean off every last drop of the poison they inflicted to this man with still a childish mind.
It was a lot of work for Cordelia but she managed to change him and now he was back to the bright side.
"Madison! language." The Supreme quirked an eyebrow, her brown eyes were narrowing at the blonde girl. The girl shut up in defeat and rolled her eyes, she summoned the ball back in her hands.
"Zoe, are you coming or not?" She snapped at Zoe who was still sitting beside Cordelia whose arms were wrapped securely around her little angel. The child's eyes were unlike the ordinary, they were like Cordelia's when Myrtle replaced them after she was blinded. One was oceanic blue whilst the other was charming brown. Undoubtedly she got her eyes from her mothers.
