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When William took her hand, Trixie's face lit up. This was the first time another man other than Noah held her hand. It strong yet gentle all at the same time. In no time at though, Trixie soon found herself in the kitchen where Noah was helping out. The little witch breathed in relief seeing that he was ok and not starting any fights. From the looks of it, he was already getting on the family's good side by helping out the younger children. "It's good to see that you aren't causing trouble, big brother." Trixie said getting a plate of food ready to take back to Jasmine. She also got a plate for herself and Kammy! How was she going to carry all of it one might ask. With magic of course. Trixie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small rod that she used a wand and casted a tiny spell known as mage hand. This help her carry the extra plates. The dinner plates just seemed to float about and follow her.

Holding the little metal rod, Trixie performed what looked like a balancing act while taking the plates all the back to Jasmine's bedroom. She would have looked back to see if Kamila was coming as well, but couldn't. She had to keep her focus on the plates. If she got distracted for even a second, the plates might fall to ground and crash everywhere. Trixie didn't want to cause an accident on the first day in her new home. She just had to get to the Jasmine's room room carefully and slowly, but not too slowly.

Trixie carefully balanced her focus on each plate of food while being guided by her new little sister, Kammy. The two made it through he halls while being followed by ghostly floating plates. Soon, the two reached Mama Jasmine's room once more. The plates still floated like fireflies in the night air. The little witch entered the room and carefully let the plates levitate in and settle where they needed to be. Once she was done, the witch breathed a sigh of relief and put her metal wand away. "There. Dinner is served." Trixie bowed.

Noah simply smiled and laughed as joked with about how he had gotten Finn addicted to cheese. "At least he'll eat veggies now." He said looking back o the small child eating his food. Then one the twins of family spoke up and mentioned something about torturing Noah. It sounded like an initiation. Though, none of seemed malicious. "And what kind of jokes would those be?" Noah asked looking at the twin that spoke. "Hopefully not the kind that involve me stepping on a garden rake or cow pie."

Trixy began to chew her food when Jasmine started to speak about her husband's absence. It did carry some weight though. The lack of his presence could be felt in the air. "So, how long now have you and Mr. Vega been married, if you don't mind me asking?" Trixie spoke up, deciding to break the silence in the room. She tried to keep the subject on happy topics.

The boy scowled as the two middle school boys rudely called his ideas stupid. "That's not very nice." Noah said eyeing the twins. many ideas of what they were planning was already going through the young man's head. If any of it had to do with bed bugs or busting in on while he was using the toilet or shower, some skulls were going to be cracked. Noah became wary of what they might do. But for now, he wasn't worried. They were just kids. Nothing more, nothing less. If anything went wrong, the ex-delinquent could just discipline them himself with his own brand of punishment...provided he was allowed to.

The night was rather calm and easy with nothing eventful happening. Trixie was about to do a card trick for everyone's enjoyment, when she heard five words she'd never heard in her life, but knew what they meant. The witch's eye went wide and mouth gaped. Trixie was by every meaning of the word, speechless. She began to prance around in a panic, unsure of what to do. It wasn't until Jasmine gave her some instruction that she nodded her head and to Kammy with her down halls of the house. "Noah! Will! Somebody!" Trixie cried as she ran at full speed. "Mama is going into labor!"

The dinner table gone after a brief moment of talking. Noah was about to get up and suggest the dishes be washed when he heard a shrill scream for help in the distance. "That sounded like Trixie." The boy said standing up from his chair and turning the dining room exit. As if on cue, Trixie appeared at the entrance completely breathlessly and panicing, flailing her arms all around and yamming gibberish. The only word Noah could make was, baby. "Trixie, slow down. What's going on." He said putting his hands on his little sister's shoulders.