Michelle still had another few hours left on her shift at work. As she poured milk into black coffee, she hummed to herself, a faint smile unable to fade off her lips. She was going to have a child with Rae. They'd been putting off the imbuing forever, but when that stranger offered to help them with their plight, they couldn't refuse. Even though she and Rae had only been dating for a short time, Micky had plans to propose. She just knew her girlfriend was the one. She was too caught up in her emotions to ever worry about what was practical and what wasn't, what was decided too quickly and what wasn't.
But who cared if things were going out of order? Financially, she was comfortable, putting a lot away in savings over time. She was still attending community college, but she was sure there was a bright future in store, especially with a few little ones to remind her of her goals. Rae had already begun transforming bits of her home into a haven for children, and Micky found herself picking out cute dresses and miniature suits and... well, anything she could think of! She wasn't exactly cut out for motherhood in the way that some others were, but damn it if she wouldn't love these kids to bits.
And - what a perfect time of year to have kids! They'd awaken with crisp wind on their faces, leaves crunching, pumpkin everything. Even if she worked at a coffee shop, Micky still wasn't sick of the pumpkin spice concoctions she crafted. Micky had always thought of time in seasons, anyway, not months. So how was she supposed to remember it was October? How was she supposed to remember that children born this time of year usually wound up Hallowed? Things like calendars were, to Micky, rather wasteful.
When her shift was over, Micky made herself a latte in her own mason jar, sprinkling cinnamon on top of her gratuitous helping of whipped cream. She was going to have a family with Rae. Sugar, spice, and everything nice, she thought to herself. That's what dreams are made of.
