Melanie's Witch series: Part 8 Cravings

Melanie had found out she was pregnant only moments ago, but all of a sudden she wanted gingerbread cookies. She remembered her fiance loved them. Maybe his baby would as well. It was her first holiday season without him in six years. Now though she had a part of him growing in her and the shock was starting to wear off. He would have been thrilled to have a baby with her, but they wanted to wait a year till they were married. Well now she was without him and carrying his child.

Melanie sped out of the doctors office and drove right to a food store on the far side of town. She knew everyone on the other side of town and did not want them to suspect her of having cravings. She wanted to make a junk run, which she never did, and she wanted those adorable iced gingerbread men cookies. She wanted to nibble their arms and legs off just like her fiance used to do.

She arrived at the food store in ten minutes and those cravings were getting worse. She skipped to the cookie aisle and found a box of gingerbread men cookies. The room swayed, Melanie sank to the floor, and the nausea came back at her like a wrecking ball destroying an old building. All of a sudden she found herself wishing time would just stop, she wouldn’t be having morning sickness, and that her fiance was there with her. The store and everyone in it froze. She hadn’t frozen time since the coffee house. The griffin had warned her about practicing magic when she had not learned all she could about magic. She had only wished for things to be different and then she knew, the baby had stopped time. It had heard what its mother had said and was trying to help. She asked it to please release the store and everyone in it and let it go back to normal and it did within a few seconds. She looked down at her belly and thought “Oh this is going to be an interesting pregnancy.”

Melanie picked herself up off the floor before anyone had noticed her and called 911. She stood up slowly, reached for the gingerbread cookies, and headed to the cashier as if nothing had happened. Gingerbread cookies in hand she walked to her car and told her tummy that they were going to have to have a talk about magic when she got home.

In the car she belted herself, grabbed a gingerbread cookie to eat, turned on a CD of her fiance’s music and soothed her and the baby. She swayed a little in her seat as she drove the tiny drive home. She had to cross back over town, but honestly nothing was far in this town. She felt her shoulders ease, her mouth relaxed, her body was feeling like it had been released from all the stress in the world.

Once home inside their apartment she placed the gingerbread cookies on the counter, turned on her electric tea pot, pulled out some mint tea she had dried from her garden, and pulled a mug out of the cupboard. While the electric kettle heated she walked into the parlor and put some logs into the hearth. Her trusty broom by the side of the hearth, her silver box on the mantle, her magic books waiting on her side table to be read. She loved this room. Even after her fiance died she felt comfort in this room. They loved this apartment and this fireplace was one of the main reasons why. Yes it was an old building, yes it had issues, but it had warmth and character just like an old brownstone would. Stones around the hearth, wood sliding doors, crown molding made from old oak, rooms that were octagon in shape and made no sense. They both fell instantly in love with it, and now she would remain in it and raise their child in it. She couldn’t be happier, but perhaps the tea and gingerbread cookies will comfort the child growing inside her. She was going to sit and have a talk with this magical child. A talk about magic, this world she lived in, their heritage, and all the baby needed to know. As the pregnancy went on she would tell the baby more about life, magic, and his dad, but for now, perhaps a few more gingerbread men would do!

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 Happy Haunting,

xo

Debbie