Connor woke up early in the morning, feeling quite a bit better than the day before. He attempted to sit up but was blocked by the weight of his familiar on his chest, her arms wrapped around him and her head buried in his neck.
He relaxed, wrapping his arms around her, enjoying the moment. He felt his power flash through his eyes, but it was warm, like the night he kissed her. Maybe if negative emotions caused his power to be cold, positive emotions could cause it to be warm. He made a mental note to research it more later.
Connor ran his hand through her long hair, it had become an unconscious action to him, and a few minutes later, she began to stir.
"There she is," He cooed, "Good morning, sleep well?"
"Huh," She said groggily, her face flushing red when she realized how she was situated.
He couldn't help but chuckle, "You feel better? You were really angry yesterday."
"Yesterday," She said, "You've been out all weekend."
"All weekend," He echoed, "Wait, have you stayed like this all weekend?"
"I'm your familiar," She huffed, "You almost killed yourself trying to clean up your sister's mess."
"Aw," He teased, "My little kitsune is worried about me."
She put on a pouty face, prompting Connor to poke her nose before getting up, her face flushing even redder than before. After getting dressed he made his way downstairs with his fox on his heels, sitting at the table and getting filled in about the previous night from Ambrose.
"How's Sabrina taking it," Connor asked after getting the full explanation.
"She's locked herself in her room, haven't seen her since we saw you," Ambrose said.
"Amazing," Connor responded sarcastically as Aunt Zelda walked in, the spoon falling from her teacup to the floor.
"Blast it," Aunt Zelda said before stalking her way to get a new one.
"Someone's having a baby," Aunt Hilda said while pouring herself a cup of tea.
"What," Asked Aunt Zelda, "What in Satan's name are you talking about, Hilda?"
"You know the saying," Aunt Hilda replied, "If a spoon falls, a baby calls."
Aunt Zelda gave her a look.
"Probably Lady Blackwood's," Aunt Hilda finished.
"Kindly spare me your old wives' tales, Sister," Aunt Zelda said, "Lady Blackwood's barely started her fourth trimester. It'll be ages yet."
Ambrose bent down to pick up the spoon.
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De ea Amico (A CAOS story)
Fiksi PenggemarGreendale, a town in which every day feels like Halloween and is home to two siblings: a boy and a girl. They are half-witches rapidly approaching their 16th birthday, and as such, have to make an important decision. They must choose between their h...
