Eve and Pip continued their affair.  Every week he reassured her, he was going to tell his wife, yet he didn’t.  Then one evening while I was ignoring Brooke’s silly dress up game Eve called.
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“He left her!” She squealed in excitement.
“Umm okay.” I said passively, “Couldn’t this have waited till you got home?”
“No, that’s just it.  We are going to move in together!”
I could hear the flips she was doing in the air.
“So your leaving me?” I said, sounding more worried than I would have liked her to know.


I knew you liked me.

Shut up.
“No, well yes.  You will be fine.  You only have like 98 more to go.” She giggled. 
I heard Pip call to her in the back ground.
“You’re invited to the wedding, more dets to come!” And with that she hung up on me.
I sighed and went to check on Tennessee, she seemed to quiet to be a werewolf baby. 

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After checking to make sure Tennessee was alive I bowed to Princess Brooke.  Thanks to Eve, Brooke swore up and down she was royalty and I was an evil stepmother who kidnapped her.

She wanted to know about her dad.

And that’s the story you went with?

At least she is a princess.


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Once I got out of the royal court I went to my studies.  I was getting old fast and without Eve bringing men to me I needed a faster way to stay young.  Rumor was there was an elixir and I was going to find it.
For a while this was my life, check on kids then look for aging cure.  I had barely noticed that Eve was gone.  Until the morning of Tennessee’s first birthday.
I found a sparkly jar on my dresser with a note.

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The note read sprinkle over head.  Still depressed about my lack of getting younger I did what the jar said.


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After a puff of pink light I felt tons better, nothing was going to put me in a bad mood.  Even seeing Param who I had, from the kindness in my heart, invited to come to his daughter’s birthday.


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When it came time for the party Brooke ran outside to welcome Param, who she thought would save her from me.  To her and my surprise Eve was with him.
Eve just smiled as Brooke walked her and Param in so we could celebrate.

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Tennessee like all babies was unable to blow out her own candles so I did it for her.


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Sparkle

Sparkle

Sparkles later…


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Tennessee was bald.

She has a werewolf daddy and you as a mom, she ended up bald I will never understand.

Anyway, genetics are weird.
Param gave Tennessee an ugly blue doll for her birthday.  When I saw it I planned to sell it since it looked old, hoping it was worth some money but Tennessee would not put it down. 

You wanted her to be happy and have something from the Param.

She cried less.

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Param avoided me most of the evening, and played with Tennessee and Brooke.  Eve on the other hand had some breaking news.
“I am moving back in!” She giggled shallowly.
“You don’t see happy.  What happened?” I said watching Param watch me.
“Well, remember how I said Pip left his wife?”
I nodded.
“Turns out he lied.  She found use in the fairy house and they decided to move to save their marriage.”
“I hate to say I told you so.” I smirked slightly.
“Then don’t.” Eve shrugged.
“He did what?” Param turned to face us full on.
“You heard everything wolf, don’t play that.” I turned to Eve. “You’re welcome back, I need to find a new daddy.” I whispered slightly.
“I heard that.” Param growled, “Want me to chase him down Eve?” He asked sympathetically.
“No, it’s okay.” She nodded and went into my bedroom.
Param and I looked at each other for a moment.
“I should go.” He nodded pointing at the door.
“Okay.” I smiled slightly.

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My glow lasted for a few days, and I used its power of attention to teach Tennessee to talk while Brooke was in school.
One night before taking Tennessee out to find a new daddy I felt it hit me.


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I watched the sparkles dance around me, and even Eve came out and laughed at me.
“Serves you right!” she giggled.

I was only kidding.

Sure.


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“Well shoot, Tennessee looks like you’re going out with a Cougar tonight.” I sassed trying to make light of my aging up.
“Your cutting it close, you better go find a victim.”  Eve said a bit more seriously.
“Thanks for the advice.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed daughter number two.

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At the bar I played with Tennessee for a moment then placed her on the floor with her doll.

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A handsome werewolf named Mr. Wolff who refused to tell me his first name incase his wife thought it was something other than a friendly conversation.
Other than Mr. Wolff the bar was a bust so little Tennessee and I went home.
The next day, Eve had an inspired idea.

I did?

You did.
“Maybe you should go to his house as a new neighbor?  Meet the wife first.” She said between bites of cereal.
“I like it! I will take Tennessee, what family woman would not bond over that?” I smiled back at her and just like that the plan was hatched.

Oh yeah that.

Great idea Eve!

Not my best, but you took it and ran.

Worked out for me.

What about the Wolffs?

I didn’t leave them hanging.

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I spent the day teaching Tennessee how to walk, and then right after sending Brook to do her homework I headed to the Wolff’s home.


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Mrs. Wolff was not home yet but since she would be home soon her teenage son let me in.  I followed him to the kitchen where he was preparing a snack.
“I am sorry, I get hungry this time of the day.” He laughed nervously as he pulled six hotdogs from the fridge.
“Would you like one?” He asked turning to face me.
“No I am good.  Thank you.” I smiled.  He blushed which is when I realized what his potential was.
“You have a lovely home here.” I smiled a little wider.

“Oh, it’s not mine.” He started to turn back to his food.

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“When do you graduate high school?  It must be soon, I mean you already look like a full grown wolf.” I smiled suggestively stepping in towards him as he turned.
“Oh I am full groan,” He turned only inches from me, “soon, very soon.” He puffed up his chest but his reddening cheeks gave away his nerves.
“Hi honey, did you do your…oh who’s this?” Mrs. Wolff asked stopped at the kitchen door.
“This is Mrs. Mantis, a new neighbor.” He looked over my shoulder to his mom. 
“It’s Miss” I corrected him with a smile, before turning to greet his mother I mouthed “call me” and winked.
“How nice it is to finally meet the lady of this wonderful home.” I turned arm extended to shake her hand, “You have a gentleman for a son her, I can only hope my little Tennessee here grows up so well.”
Her look of confusion and worry dropped from her face as she shook my hand.
“She is so cute!  It’s so nice to meet you Miss Mantis.  Would you two like to join us for dinner?” She smiled brightly.
“Oh, really?  We would be delighted.  Wouldn’t we?” I turned and kissed Tennessee on the forehead.

Just cruel.

There is nothing in the rules against using fathers and their sons. 

They should revisit those rules.




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