“Will I have to learn that?” inquired Noelle as we headed back upstairs.
Emma patted her head and said, “No. If you manage to keep up with Jarod talking very often, you’ll be doing better than me. I’m not even going to attempt learning engineering to his standards.”
I felt Emma was underestimating herself, but her educational preferences remained with the natural world for the same reason the twins studied the ocean, a harmony with their magics. I doubted any other botanist alive would keep up with Emma. Her advantages were too extreme.
Noelle sighed in relief and smiled. “I was panicking just listening to him, but all that stuff sounded amazing! Can you really do magic?”
I nodded and said, “Yes, Noelle. You can too. In fact, you’ve been doing it.”
“Huh?” she questioned.
“Wait. She has?” asked Emma. “I mean… there’s obviously the residual, but…” Emma squinted, staring at Noelle. “Oooooh. Good catch, man-slave!”
“I can’t see it.” I admitted. “What’s she making you see?”
“Makeup? Not sure how else to put it simply. I mean, she looks stunning.”
“I have magic makeup!?” exclaimed Noelle in shock.
“No, but that’s what Emma sees. From what I understand, you subconsciously project images into the minds of others. I’ll never get to see it due to my own magic canceling it out.” I explained.
Nodding, Emma said, “So it’s kinda like how the fey communicate, but constant… and not really communication.”
“Not a type I can let through for sure, but I’d still consider it communication. Noelle probably wants to be looking good for her interview right now, so you’re seeing makeup. If she was having a bad day, you’d probably see something to reflect it.”
Noelle looked to each of us before asking “Are you two messing with me?”
I gently squeezed her shoulder and said, “No. We’re not.”
“But… like… am I doing something wrong?”
“No, you’re not. You’re perfectly wonderful as you are.” I assured her.
“I like you!” exclaimed Emma with a smile.
“I… I should probably tell you something. I’m a bit forgetful at times. I might not remember your names tomorrow…. or in an hour… Well, actually… umm…” she started.
Emma smiled and said, “You told me. Don’t worry. My name’s Emma.”
“Oh… sorry.” mumbled Noelle.
Emma hugged her. “No need to be sorry.” Then she looked at me and asked “Who are we seeing next? The triplets? Cosette?”
“Mila’s choice.” I replied with a smile.
“Fine, master. Dump all responsibility on me. I see through that smile.” she replied teasingly before stepping off the lift to lead us onward.
“So many names…” mumbled Noelle worriedly.
“How did you manage to remember mine?” I questioned.
“Oh! I repeat a name aloud several times when I first hear it, and then repeat it in my head a bunch. I sorta forget whose name it is at times, but Mila reminded me when she brought me here and even showed me a picture!” explained Noelle.
“I’ll gladly help you with the others as well.” stated Mila, glancing back with a smile.
“That would be sooo nice!” she exclaimed.
“Did you talk with Jamie about moving here yet?”
“Oh! No!” exclaimed Noelle, looking excited. “I forgot I can move here!”
“I talked with her, master. She’s going to talk with Noelle about it later. Our tentative date is this weekend, but Jamie does wish to at least see our home first. Friday, maybe?” asked Mila.
I nodded. “Sounds good. Make sure Jamie knows we also act as a moving service and would be happy to help her with a family rate.”
“Of course, master.”
“You’ll help Jamie move in after her wedding!? You’re amazing!” insisted Noelle as she hugged me.
“Probably not me personally unless I happen to be free on the right day, but yes.” I replied, patting her head.
“Is the family rate expensive?” she questioned.
I gently removed her arms and said, “No. Free, unless we think they’ll insist on paying us.”
“By ‘free’, he means that he covers the expense for his employees and their families, allowing us to volunteer to work. The rest of us get paid if we help.” asserted Mila.
I shrugged as Noelle hugged me again. “Really isn’t a big deal. Moving tends to be very efficient with our help. You’ll see.”
I heard a loud crack from down the hall that made me frown.
“Master, we have an uninvited guest. Raine’s now restraining him.” stated Mila.
“Was that her?” I asked.
“No. He kicked the doors in before I could open them. Raine must’ve heard and investigated.”
I nodded. “Noelle, Mila will continue with your introductions. Emma, meet me at the front when you catch up. The doors will need repaired.” I told them. Then I sprinted, enhancing my speed as I moved. I recognized the intruder at a glance and sighed internally.
A second later, Alma was at my side, frowning as she watched Godric demand to be released. He was obviously terrified, eyes bulging as he stared at Raine in her hybrid cat-demon form.
I sighed and said, “I’ll take him.”
“Take me!? Do you not know who I am!? I am Godric Slayer. You are to obey me. This is my world.” he claimed.
I rolled my eyes, not wanting to deal with him today. “Fine. No lunch for you. Mila, please give Raine his address. Raine, please deposit him safely home. I’m sure his mother’s worried. This’ll count as work for you today.” She glanced at me, then to her phone, and they were gone.
“He’s gotten even worse.” muttered Alma, still frowning as she shook her head.
“Hopefully, he learns not to kick down my door. Why do you think he came here?”
“To try asserting his dominance, surely. Adelmar must’ve spoken of you fondly, so Godric will want to crush you. He was always jealous of his father’s attention.” she replied. “Aaliyah’s been helping me to make some preparations. My work load here will be decreased dramatically soon, since Godric will be decreasing my assets now that he’s head of the family.”
I hugged her and said, “I’d apologize, but you’ll want more time with our kids.” Then I gently rubbed her belly.
She nuzzled my shoulder as she said, “A few more months, and I’ll be able to talk with this one. I hope to have our child prepared to meet our parents at birth.”
Such a notion would probably seem absurd to my parents if they didn’t take us into account. Our child’s brain would develop far, far more quickly than a human. The temper tantrums could be as catastrophic as the magical potential was great. A newborn who could break an adult’s arm needed training, and Alma’s fey heritage would give her a tremendous advantage in that regard. Aaliyah had assured us things would work out. I looked off to the tall building where her second child was growing and wondered what sort of playmate my child would have.