Page 39 of Witch Way to the Diapers

They continued their stroll, exchanging playful banter and stolen glances. The town’s quirky charm surrounded them from the twinkling fairy lights strung between buildings to the occasional magical mishap that sent sparks flying or turned unsuspecting passersby different colors.

As they approached Molly’s Bewitched Bakery, the scent of freshly baked goods wafted out to greet them. “I think someone’s getting hungry,” Sayer observed as Vienna began to fuss in her stroller.

They stepped into the warm, inviting atmosphere of the bakery, the bell above the door chiming merrily. Molly looked up from behind the counter, her face breaking into a wide smile.

“Well, hello my favorite little family,” Molly exclaimed, wiping her flour-dusted hands on her apron. “And how’s our littlest witch doing today?”

Vienna gurgled happily in response, reaching out her chubby arms toward the display case filled with colorful treats.

“I think that means she’d like a cookie,” Fia laughed, lifting Vienna from the stroller.

Molly reached for a star-shaped sugar cookie, decorated with swirling patterns of edible glitter. “Here you go, sweetheart,” she cooed, handing the cookie to Vienna. “A special treat for a special girl.”

As soon as the cookie touched Vienna’s fingers, a burst of magic filled the air. Tiny, glittering butterflies materialized, fluttering around the bakery in a dazzling display. Customers gasped in delight, watching the magical insects dance through the air.

Sayer couldn’t help but laugh, his chest swelling with pride. “That’s our girl,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around Fia’s waist.

Molly clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, she’s going to be a powerful one, that’s for sure. You two have got your hands full.”

As they left the bakery, Sayer felt a renewed sense of determination. The joy and wonder Vienna brought to their lives – and to the entire town – was something worth fighting for. He wouldn’t let anyone take that away from them.

Their next stop was the Lone Wolf Café where Sayer had arranged for a picnic basket to be prepared. As they entered, Elsie’s keen eyes immediately zeroed in on them.

“Well, well,” Elsie said, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “Look at you two lovebirds. It’s about time.”

His cheeks warmed, but he didn’t loosen his hold on Fia. If anything, he pulled her closer, reveling in the way she fit perfectly against his side.

“We’re just picking up a picnic basket,” Fia explained, her own cheeks flushed.

“Of course, you are,” Elsie winked, disappearing into the kitchen. She returned moments later with a wicker basket, the aroma of freshly prepared food wafting from within. “Here you go. I threw in a little something extra – a slice of my famous apple pie. Perfect for sharing.”

As Elsie handed over the basket, her expression softened. “I’m so happy for you both,” she said sincerely. “And for little Vienna. You’re going to be such a wonderful family.”

A lump formed in his throat at Elsie’s words. “Thank you,” he managed, his voice rough with emotion.

“Oh, before you go,” Elsie added, “Kade and Celeste are home now. Celeste is due any day, so we’re all on baby watch. Exciting times!”

The news added another layer of joy to their outing. As they left the café, Sayer couldn’t help but imagine a future where they might be preparing for their own new addition.

On their way to the picnic area, they ran into Daisy and Ivy, both of whom beamed at the sight of them together.

“Look at you three,” Daisy said. “You look so happy together.”

Ivy nodded in agreement. “We’ll bring by some more protective charms and wards later,” she promised. “Can’t be too careful these days.”

Sayer felt a rush of gratitude for the support of their friends and neighbors. “We appreciate it,” he said sincerely. “More than you know.”

They finally reached their destination – a picturesque spot by the lake. Sayer spread out the blanket while Fia settled Vienna with some toys. As they unpacked the food, Sayer found himself stealing glances at Fia, marveling at how natural and right this all felt.

“What?” Fia asked, catching him staring.

Instead of answering, Sayer leaned in and kissed her softly. Fia melted into the kiss, her hand coming up to cup his cheek.

When they parted, both slightly breathless, Sayer rested his forehead against hers. “I’m just happy,” he murmured. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

Their peaceful moment was shattered by the shrill ring of Fia’s phone. She glanced at the screen, her expression darkening. “It’s my parents,” she said, her voice tight.

Sayer nodded, squeezing her hand supportively. “Put it on speaker,” he suggested. “We’re in this together.”

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