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Song: New Americana by Halsey
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Jordan's p.o.v.

"Poppy you're hurting me," Rosie whimpered.

I sighed and put the brush back down on the bed. "I'm sorry sweetie. I just want you to look nice. Do you want to brush it instead?"

She shook her head no. "I like it how it is. It's pretty." She ran her fingers through her curly hair to demonstrate. It was pretty, but I wish I could just comb it for once and style it maybe. I always styled Ianita's hair...she loved it too.

"Well...can I at least try to put it in a bun?" A bun will look nicer I guess.

"Sparklez...just let her leave it down. It's her hair." I felt Tom plop down in the bed beside us. I really wanted to throw the comb at him. How come he always acts like I'm the bad guy? I just want her to look nice, it's not like I'm forbidding her freedom or something.

Instead I stayed quiet, biting down on my lip and nodding. "Okay fine. What do you want for breakfast then?"

"Icecream!" She shouted, bouncing a little as she did.

"How about some pancakes instead?" She's been eating way too much unhealthy stuff lately. She's gonna get sick. That's the last thing I want to happen when it's this cold outside.

"But I want icecream..." She pouted slightly.

"Rosie icecream in the morning isn't really good for you..."

"Sparklez..." Tom began to scold.
Okay that's it, I'm done playing quiet wife. I can't just sit here and let her make bad decisions.

"Rosie, why don't you go to the kitchen and set up the plates? I'll come make you breakfast in a second." I put a way too big smile on my face and guided her out the bedroom door. She thought nothing if it and nodded, skipping down the hallway all the way to the built in kitchen. As soon as I was sure she was out of ear shot,

I turned to face Tom and began my rant. "Look, I know you want her to have freedoms and I get that, but junk food every morning, drinking soda every five minutes, and not giving her baths isn't good for her. Tom, you have to step up and be a parent with me. I can't keep being the villain all the time."

He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. "I just want her to make her own decisions. She should be able to do that."

"Yeah when she's making good decisions that's fine! When she's choosing decisions that might get her sick aren't!"

He rolled his eyes at me. "They aren't gonna make her sick. Stop being a stick in the ass."

"You know what? Fine. Let her make her own decisions on everything. Let a two month old girl make her own decisions. I'm sure it'll turn out great." I let the sarcasm seep into every word.

"It will, because then she'll be like me when she grows up and not a damn doormat to the world like you." He spat out the words like they were venom. I can't believe he's acting like this. I just want her to be healthy and he's making it more difficult than it has to be.

"Well thanks again for making me feel like shit, but I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised since that's all you've been doing for my entire life." I growled every word in the sentence.

"Poppy daddy please don't fight."

I felt my heart break at the small little choked words. I spun around to face the doorway, and she stood behind the door staring up at me with tears dripping down her cheeks. Oh no. No no no, what did I do? I yelled at my husband in front of my little girl and she thinks we're fighting. She thinks I'm mad at him.

"No Rosie sweetie we aren't fighting! We would never fight! Come here, it's okay." I ran over to the door and hugged her. She started crying harder as I held her, and it really made me wanna cry too. She doesn't cry often, unless she gets hurt or something. I felt more arms wrap around us soon after, and I knew it was him.

"Yeah baby doll, we love eachother. We don't fight. We just like to argue a lot. And it's not your fault, it's never ever gonna be your fault. We love you so much. Don't ever cry over something like this ever again, okay?"

We pulled away from eachother after a few minutes of hugging, and I watched her wipe away her tears with her shirt sleeve. "Okay. Don't a-argue no more. I don't like it," she sniffled.

Tom shook his head and smiled. "We won't. Never again. Now go sit down and were gonna have some pancakes with icecream on top for breakfast, okay? Is that okay?" He brushed a few stray hairs our of her face and wiped away a few tears she missed.

Does that mean he gets my point? Is he gonna try to be a better parent to her?

"Okay..." She nodded. We watched her walk down the hallway and listened to her quiet sniffles as she did.

I felt a hand brush my cheek and a pair of lips kiss my temple. "Never again, I'll listen and stop being stupid. I promise, and this time I promise to keep that promise."

I smiled and let my head fall against his chest. "I promise to slap you behind closed doors if you ever start being stupid with me again."

"That's fair. I love you. Slap me anytime you want if it makes you happy."
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"I told you it was too cold out today to let her wear just a long sleeved shirt!"

"I thought it'd be fine! I didn't know she was gonna get sick!"
I groaned and tugged at my hair stressfully. Rosie's sick and she won't let either of us help her with medicine. I tried giving her cold pills, but she just hid under her blanket and refused to come out. Tom tried to put a warm towel on her forehead, but once again she refused and pulled the blankets over her head. What do we even do in situations like this? I don't have the heart to punish her in any way because she's never done anything wrong, and I know she's probably just scared of medicine...maybe....I don't know.

"Look, we just need to find a way to give her the medicine. What if maybe Matt offered to give her the medicine instead?" She loves Matt to death, and I know she wouldn't say no to him.

"Let's try actually telling her what's gonna happen if she doesn't take the meds, okay? Because if we can't get her to take them, her own fathers, then she probably isn't gonna take them if Matt asks her."

"But I don't wanna scare her..."

"We aren't gonna scare her. We'll just say she's gonna get sicker if she's doesn't, and then hope for the best. Come on, it's fine." He took my hands and gently pulled me off the bed, guiding me towards Rosie's room. I sucked in a breath when he opened the door, nervous about the whole situation. Why can't she just take the pills? Is she scared of pills? Is she scared of medication and health care in general? Is that even a type of fear?

She was still curled up under the covers when we walked in, her black curls sticking out from the blankets.

"Rose?" Tom asked quietly. "You feeling any better sweetie?"

She didn't say anything, she just sank deeper under the covers. That made me even more nervous. At least the last two times we came in she responded, but now she wasn't even doing that.

Tom sighed and sat down on the end of her pink bed. "Rosie take these pills. It'll make the icky stuff go away. You don't want it to get worse, do you?"

"I'm not sick daddy."

What? She's not sick? But this morning she said she was. She was crying and said her chest felt funny. Did she lie? Why would she lie?

Tom frowned at her comment and scooted a little closer to her, putting a hand on what I assumed was her back. "Then why'd you tell us you were, baby?"

"Matty was crying. It made me cry, but I didn't wanna tell you cause Matty woulda been sadder."

"Matty was crying? When was he crying Rosie? Today?" I'm glad Tom was asking all the questions, because I sure couldn't do it. Hearing her cry is bad enough to make me a sobbing mess.

"Y-Yeah...he was by the lily pond and he was crying...what's wrong with Matty daddy? Is he sick?" I watched little hands pull down the covers far enough to where I could see a pair of teary blue and brown eyes. My baby girl is crying because she's worried about a friend? That's so cute and sad at the same time.

"I don't know, but I do know you shouldn't be crying about it. Matty is gonna be just fine and you did the right thing by telling us about him, but no lying to us next time, okay? Lying isn't good Rose."

"I'm sorry daddy. I won't do it again, I promise. Are you gonna help Matty?"

"Yeah, Poppy's gonna talk to Matty and make everything okay again, aren't you pops?" Tom flashed me a smile.

I couldn't really answer, so I nodded furiously. Though I wasn't really sure how I was gonna fix the problem. I already had a heart to heart with Matt and I think he told me everything. I'm just not sure how to fix those problems.

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"You can't change my views and opinions by simply telling me they aren't true." Tom kept his back to me, ignoring me the best he could by pretending to be interested in his spellbook. I don't understand why he won't understand. He's really hurting Matt with all of the things he's saying to him. Doesn't he realize that?

"I'm not trying to change them, I just want you to be more considerate towards the people you share them with. You've really been making Matt upset lately. I'm just thinking of his feelings." Do you even care that you're making your brother cry? You sure don't seem like it.

"Matt will be fine eventually. His little anger moods usually pass in a day or two. Are you going to leave soon or must I escort you out? You aren't allowed in the tower and especially not in my room."

I gritted my teeth angrily at his words. He genuinely doesn't care. He only cares about rules and laws and being a total jerk.

"How long does it take for one of his crying moods to pass?" I asked smirking.

I watched him tense up immediately, his fingers stopping in mid-page flip. "Crying?" He asked timidly.

Ha! I knew he cared!

"Yeah. Rosie saw him crying yesterday. Did you know he's been crying?"

"No...Matty never cries. I've....I've never seen him cry. Are you sure?" He turned around to face me then, his glowing eyes staring directly into mine.

"I'm pretty sure. And why do you think he's crying Tom? You have an idea?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest and tried to keep myself from smiling. It feels good to be right.

"...me?" He pointed at himself and I nodded. His shoulders sank then, obviously distressed at the new fact. I hope he feels a million pounds worth of guilt right now. He deserves it.

He sighed and turned back to his book, shutting it closed and slumping down in the couch next to me."I was just trying to get him to understand...we have all of these laws for a reason. None of you have seen the things I have in the past. You don't know how much danger we could get in for even talking to mortals. And now Matts in love with one?" He shook his head at the thought.

"I get it, it's dangerous, but you know...we're different. Rosie's different. She isn't mortal but she isn't immortal either. I think everything will turn out okay. What's the worst that could happen?"

He scoffed. "The worst possible outcome? If your daughter dies and Matt is crushed because he is forced to live forever. I've seen a wizard before, a friend I loved dearly, end his life because he fell in love with a young woman and she died of old age. I don't want that to happen to Matt. Even if Rosie is immortal, she still isn't immune to disease and fatal wounds. There is still a chance it might happen."

I guess Rosie would be immortal, since she's kind of a demon. That means she's gonna outlive us. I mean, if nothing happens to her and she isn't ripped cruelly away from me like Ianita was, she'll outlive us. That's a good thing I suppose.

"Weren't you perfectly okay with Phil going out on a a date with Sonja? Why weren't you upset then?"

"Because I knew Sonja was too hopelessly in love with that Tucker to even consider Phil. I just didn't expect Tucker to beat Phil up..." He laughed quietly at the memory. I remember that. Poor Phil. "But Matt said he saw a vision of he and Rosie, and that's an almost definite sign that it will happen. Our visions are much more accurate than the god's. They don't change as much." He acted as if it was the most depressing fact ever. I guess it is depressing when every single vision you have, good or horribly awful, comes true.

"Just try to keep an open mind, okay? You know your opinion means the world to him. It crushes him when you guys fight over something."

"Yes it crushes me too. I don't like arguing with him, though we've been doing it a lot lately. I suppose that should change. I'll talk to him. Um...thank you Jordan." He awkwardly held out a hand for me to shake and I just as awkwardly shook it. We nodded, parted ways, and I headed back home. I hope that helps Matt a little.

At least I can say that I tried to solve the family wizard problems.

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"Tom. I'm cleaning."

"I know..." He hummed quietly, still showering my neck with pecks and bites. I rolled my eyes and sat my garbage bag down, accepting the fact that he wasn't going away without a fight. He's so stupidly stubborn and irritating and cute.

"That means no sexy time. Stop sucking my neck and tickling my hips. I need to focus."

He groaned loudly and clung tighter to my back. "Sparklez I am literally dying for some fun. Please? It'll take two minutes, tops."

"No we can't. We have a child now Tom. We can't have fun whenever we want. Plus I have to clean up the place before any of the wizards come over again. They said we have to keep the place clean if we want to stay." I began scooping up the rest of the trash in the floor while Tom still remained attached to my hips.

"Two minutes. We'll go in the bathroom and lock the door."

"No. Go away." I put my hand on his forehead and tried to force him backwards, but he wiggled away somehow and got even closer.

"Please Jordan?" He asked in the most seductive tone I'd ever heard him use. I swallowed dryly and pressed my legs together a little more, trying to hide my obvious weakening from his actions.

"Calling me by my real name isn't gonna make me any hornier. The answer is a resounding no."

He growled sourly and abandoned my hips, making me wanna grab his arms and force them back. I managed to cover up my accidental whine with a cough and go back to picking up trash.

"Fine. I'll just take care of it myself."

"Okay then," I said just as snappy. But then his words sunk in, and I had to chomp down on my lip to keep myself from moaning at the idea of what he was gonna do.

I listened as he stomped out of our room, his footsteps stopping for a moment just before he left the room. "Just so you know, I'll be thinking of you the whole time. The. Entire. Time. Have fun cleaning," I heard him snicker and walk back down the hallway, his footsteps fading completely when the sound of a door shutting was heard. I let out a low whine as soon as I knew he was out of earshot. How is he so good at teasing? How does he know every little thing about me that drives me up the wall?

Oh right. He's my husband.

I tried to focus on cleaning, I really did. But the problem between my legs was growing worse and worse with every ticking second, and I finally gave in, setting the trash bag down and knocking on Rosie's door. When she didn't answer, and I could hear faint little snores coming from inside, I knew it was safe to do what I wanted to do. I hurried down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yes?"

"Um...have you already started?"

"Yes I have, but I guess I could squeeze in an appointment for you, Mr. Sparkley Dick." I could hear him smirking.

I rolled my eyes and shifted my weight again, trying to prevent as much friction as possible. It wasn't working.

"Let me in, you teasing jerk."

"What happened to cleaning? Or was that garbage bag too plain for your taste?"

"Tom do you want to have sex or not?"

The sound of a knob being unlocked was heard, and evil brown eyes met mine from the small crack in the door.

"I mean if you're offering, sure. I have nothing else to do," He snickered.

"Open the damn door Syndicate." I sneered his last name.

"Oh baby, I love when you call me that." He wiggled his eyebrows, still keeping the door barely open.

I scoffed. "You love it when I call you by your last name?"

"Mmm yeah. Say it again," He purred.

"Syndicate," I said as emotionlessly as I could.

"Now beg me to open this door."

"No."

"Okay. Then I refuse your appointment."

"Tom I'm ten times stronger than you and I have powers now. This door is a twig in my eyes. Do you really wanna do this?"

He laughed at my threats. "Nah, get in here you sausage. No threats needed."

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I think I'm gonna start making YouTube videos but I dunno if I should or not ._. Would you guys watch me if I started making videos and doing Q & A's? The quality is probably gonna suck and I'll most likely be filming in my garage, just putting that out there xD I refuse to film in my room because then my entire family will hear me...*cringe*
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- Lee