Three months later.
We are sitting in the tv room, me and Max across from Mia. I have been dreading this day, the day we have to tell Mia I am pregnant. I swallow the lump in my throat and look at Max, he is rubbing his hands together. She could take this in two ways, happy or jealous, I am hoping for the first.
“Mia honey” I start.
“I am sorry!” she blurts out.
I raise an eyebrow at her, what is she sorry for? Then my mother instinct kicks in, what is she sorry for?
“For?” I fish.
“I know I am not supposed to use magic for bad but she pushed me!” she wines.
I rub my face.
“And what did you do?”
“I turned her skin green”
My mouth drops open and I try my hardest not to laugh but I have to say I am also disappointed in the parents for not talking to us about this! I mean I am
