theory."
"We will definitely have to put some rules in place. It's been a long time since we fae have lived together like this." She looked around her jungle and then flew up to gaze around the room. "I can't tell you how long I've dreamed of it - living among other fae." She lifted her hand up to her face and wiped away a tear, placing her fingers on her lips and keeping them there.
I panicked, thinking about freaking Abby out, then Tim out, and then the baby, too. A mass of crying pixies couldn't possibly be good. "Don't cry, Abby. It's okay. I'm ... uhhh ... happy too! We're all just one big happy family here, right? Don't worry about it. Everything will work out fine with the other pixies coming."
Tim appeared from out in the garden, dragging his son along with him. "What'd you say to her, Jayne? Why is she crying?"
Abby waved him away and sniffed hard. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
"I didn't say anything," I protested. "She's getting all verklempt over living here, right, Abby?"
Abby nodded. "Tim, honey, please. Leave the poor girl alone. I'm just so happy to be here. I get this way sometimes, as you might recall."
Tim nodded, taking his wife in his arms. "I know, babe. I gotcha, ya big fat crybaby. Rest your weary head on my wonderfully broad shoulders and forget all your troubles."
I snorted, knowing for a fact that Tim was paranoid about his shoulders being too narrow. Thank goodness his wife was okay with being called a big fat whatever. If he were my husband that would have earned him at least a gut punch.
He frowned at me over Abby's back. "Don't you have somewhere to be, Jayne?"
"No. I don't think so."
"Council meeting? Before dinner?"
"What? I didn't hear anything about a meeting."
"Didn't I tell you?" he asked innocently.
"No, you neglected to mention that," I said, frowning at him.
"Oh. My bad. It's in five minutes."
"What?!" I yelled, looking around desperately for my cloak. I shook my head clearing it, grabbing for the backpack at my feet. I hadn't even unpacked yet. I pulled the shimmering turquoise material out and threw it over my shoulders. "Where's the meeting?"
"Oooooh, Poppy, look at the pretty dreeeesssss," said Willy, stumbling over in the air towards me, his eyes fixed on my shoulder, his hands outstretched.
"No, no, Baby Bee, leave Jayne alone," said his mother, flying over to intercept him.
He saw her coming and made an evasive maneuver to the side, intent on getting to me without her interference. She almost had him, but then he farted, giving himself a little burst of power that sent him zooming out of her grasp. He came right for me, clearly out of control, and bounced off the front of my chest. It must have knocked him a little unconscious because he started to fall, and his wings weren't working. I held out my cupped hands and caught him halfway to the ground.
He landed on his back, his arms and legs spread wide, blinking his eyes a few times in stunned silence.
"Willy!" shrieked his mother, flying over to my hand.
"Whooooaaaaa, that was awwwwwesome," said Willy, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I wanna do that again!" He scrambled to get up, his tiny butt crack showing when his pants came down partway in the back.
"No, sir you are not going to do that again. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" asked Abby, landing in my palm and taking her son by the hand. "Come with Momma. We're going to go play in the roses. Would you like to do that? We can balance on the thorns."
Willy pouted. "Wanna bounce off the lella-mental."
"You can't bounce off the elemental right now. She's late for a meeting," I heard her say as they lifted up and flew away through the door to the garden.
Holy shit is this kid gonna be a handful or what . I was starting to question the idea of living with a family of pixies when Tim came up and landed on my shoulder.
"Good catch, there, Lellamental. Saved my