Page 12 of Witch Way to the Diapers

Their newly established routine of alternating work hours had been Sayer’s idea, and Fia had to admit it was working well. It ensured Vienna always had one of them with herwhile allowing them both to keep up with their professional responsibilities.

As they strolled down the cobblestone streets of Whispering Pines, Fia couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder. The town was alive with magic in a way she’d never experienced. Fairies flitted between flower boxes, their tiny giggles carried on the breeze. A group of young witches practiced levitation spells in the park, their instructor – a matronly woman with silver hair – gently correcting their wand movements.

“It’s like something out of a storybook,” Fia murmured, more to herself than to Sayer.

“It certainly is unique,” Sayer agreed, his deep voice sending a shiver down Fia’s spine. “I can see why Dune and Myla chose this place for Vienna.”

As they approached the market square, a commotion caught their attention. A crowd had gathered around one of the vegetable stalls, exclamations of surprise and laughter rising from the group.

“Oh dear, not again,” a familiar voice sighed. Fia turned to see Luna Nightshade, the town’s apothecary, shaking her head with fond exasperation.

“What’s going on?” Fia asked, curiosity piqued.

Luna gestured toward the stall. “Old Wilbur’s growth spell went a bit... overboard. Again.”

Fia and Sayer made their way through the crowd, Vienna babbling excitedly in Sayer’s arms. What they saw made Fia burst into laughter.

The vegetable stand was overflowing with produce of impossible proportions. Carrots as long as a person’s arm, tomatoes the size of beach balls, and a single head of lettuce that could feed a family of ten for a week.

“Blast it all!” a portly man with an impressive mustache – presumably Old Wilbur – exclaimed, waving his wand frantically. “How’d I mix up the incantations again?”

“Here, let me help,” Luna offered, stepping forward. With a graceful wave of her hand and a few murmured words, the vegetables slowly began to shrink back to a more reasonable size.

Vienna clapped her hands in delight, sending a shower of sparkles over the produce. To everyone’s amazement, the sparkles seemed to settle on the vegetables, giving them a subtle, magical shimmer.

“Well, I’ll be,” Old Wilbur said, stroking his mustache. “Looks like we’ve got some enchanted veggies now. Should fetch a pretty penny!”

The crowd laughed and cheered, and Fia felt a warmth spread through her chest. This was exactly the kind of magical mishap that made Whispering Pines so special.

As they continued their shopping, Fia couldn’t help but notice the way Sayer seamlessly handled both Vienna and their purchases. He seemed to anticipate her needs, grabbing items off high shelves before she could even ask and entertaining Vienna with silly faces when she started to fuss.

“You’re really good with her,” Fia said softly as they made their way back home. Why was she thinking of him with more kids? She needed to shut down her hormones. It was like the moment he moved in, her biological clock started hammering her over the head for attention.

Sayer’s eyes met hers, a hint of vulnerability in their golden depths. “She makes it easy. She’s... extraordinary. Just like her aunt.”

Fia felt her cheeks warm at the compliment. Damn. He was good at that. Saying nice things to her about parenting Vienna. It’s like he knew that she was scared shitless of doing anythingthat would come naturally to her sister. Before she could respond, a high-pitched giggle caught their attention. A small, winged creature – unmistakably a pixie – zipped past them, heading straight for the town square’s fountain.

“Oh no,” Luna groaned from nearby. “Not the fountain again!”

The pixie dive-bombed into the water, and with a flash of light, the fountain’s spray turned a vibrant purple. As they watched, the color shifted to green, then blue, then a sparkling gold.

Vienna squealed with delight, reaching out toward the colorful display. A burst of magic erupted from her tiny hands, adding swirls of pink to the already kaleidoscopic fountain.

“Well done, little one,” Sayer chuckled, pride evident in his voice. “Adding your own flair to the mischief.”

Fia couldn’t help but laugh, the joy of the moment overwhelming any lingering sadness. This was the life Myla had wanted for Vienna – full of wonder, magic, and love.

As they walked home, Vienna nestled safely between them, Fia found herself stealing glances at Sayer. The way he looked at Vienna with such tenderness and protectiveness, made her heart ache in the best possible way. Her hormones were in an uproar. She was ready to drag him to her bed and offer herself as a sacrifice for any future offspring he might want to have.

The afternoon sun cast a glow over the cobblestone streets of Whispering Pines. Fia walked beside Sayer, their arms occasionally brushing, sending little sparks of electricity through her. Vienna dozed peacefully in the stroller Sayer pushed, worn out from their eventful morning.

The comfortable silence between them was broken by Fia’s sudden question. “Sayer,” she began, her voice tinged with curiosity, “have you ever thought about having children of your own?”

Sayer’s stride faltered for a moment, surprise flickering across his features before a thoughtful expression settled in. He glanced at Vienna’s sleeping form, then back at Fia, his golden eyes warm.

“I have, actually,” he admitted, his deep voice soft. “For a long time, I thought my work was enough. But seeing Dune with Vienna, and now...” he trailed off, his gaze lingering on Fia.

Fia’s heart skipped a beat. “And now?” she prompted gently.

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