A/N: Here you go! Chapter 1!

Summary: Just a fluffy drabble to start things off.

*note: Eda is not cursed yet.

13 Years Earlier:

Eda woke with both a start and a knot in her back. A sharp stick from her nest was currently jammed into her side, but even after removing it she found that she was still uncomfortable.

"Ugh... Am I ever going to get a decent night's sleep?" Eda groaned, looking over at the grandfather clock and finding that it was still very early in the morning. "And while I'm asking stupid questions- WHY ME!?"

Tossing her sore legs over the side of the nest, she soon remembered exactly what was making her so uncomfortable to begin with.

"Oh, right... The baby." Eda sighed, rubbing a hand over her swollen belly.

How far along was she now? It felt like a million years had passed- and yet like she still had a million years left to go!

"Can't I just transfer the pain over to my husband?" She muttered, attempting to push off the nest in order to STAND. "Stupid warlock... Always off doing MAGIC while I'm stuck here-"

With a final push, Eda managed to push herself off of the bed and onto her feet- and then she promptly fell back into her bed.

"Arh- its no use... Might as well just go back to bed and try again in an hour..." She muttered, shutting her tired eyes again.

This was how she spent most of her days now. Laying down, being sore, and NOT doing magic... But despite all of her griping, she was also very excited.

The next "Most Powerful Witch" in all the Boiling Isles was on her way- And the FIRST most powerful witch was her mother! The baby was Eda's to train (and corrupt) as she deemed fit! All she had to do was GET HER HAPPY BUTT OUT HERE SO THAT HER MOTHER COULD SLEEP FOR ONCE!

"Seriously kid!" Eda exclaimed, sitting up once again. "I need to sleep at some point before I go even crazier!"

With a grimace, she conjured up two extra pillows for behind her back- the most she could do in her current condition- and leaned back into the fluffiness.

"Just hurry up and get here so I can teach you magic and use the bathroom like a normal person." For some reason- perhaps hormones- the comment made her laugh a little.

She rested a hand onto her belly again, watching as it moved slightly and wincing as the baby kicked at her. Gently, she drew a Comfort Rune onto her shirt front, watching as the golden shapes flared up momentarily and then sank into her skin. Instantly the kicking ceased and she knew that the baby had finally fallen asleep.

"If only that worked on me..." Eda muttered, trying to shut her eyes again.

She was too sore to sleep- and too excited to even think of trying. A small smile tugged at the edge of her lips at the thought, and her hand found her stomach again.

"I can't wait to meet you, Little Luz."

"Hes late." Eda growled.

She paced (or rather, waddled) about the length of her kitchen. The breakfast dishes were piled sky high in the sink, but even she didn't have the strength to just magic them away. The empty coffee pot was what was really calling her name, but her doctor had warned her away from having any until the baby arrived.

This left her- cranky. To say the VERY least.

"If I see that good-for-nothing warlock, I'm ripping his ears off." She muttered, drumming her fingers against her tummy.

The baby, of course, responded with a soft kick- or a nuzzle. Eda could never tell what little Luz was doing in there. Sometimes it felt like a kick, othertime a duel.

"Don't kick me! I'm the one whose broom-banned until you're born." She huffed, "Daddy doesn't have to do any of this sitting and waiting stuff..."

She glared up at the clock, and then she glared over at the door. Eda glared so hard that soon her temples were throbbing and she felt even more like a trapped bird. Stuck in a metaphorical cage that was her own house! No magic, or fun to be had.

"Someone just shoot me... This must be what torture is like!" She exclaimed, pushing herself up quickly.

"I am Eda, for crying out loud! The most powerful witch on the Boiling Isle! I dropped out of school, refused to join a coven, and have unlimited access to my magic- And somehow I still end up stuck without anything because one of the really fun things I like to do came with consequences..."

Another kick. Perhaps a "Whats that?" From Luz.

"Sex." She replied to it.

At that, she went back go glaring at the door. Any minute now. That idiot would stepped in through that door and she was going to give him a piece of her mind. Just as she did with any other idiot who happened to cross her path these days.

And not a moment too soon. The front door swung open and in stepped the warlock in question. Her more-boring-than-bread husband, Ian.

His huge, doofy glasses were knocked down to the edge of his nose and his butterscotch hair- usually tangled mess- was pushed down flat from rain water (how long had it been raining fof?). Eda watched him as he shook off his umbrella and set it against the doorframe.

"Edalyn- I'm home-" He called, and that was the final straw.

"And just where have you been!?" Eda snapped, "I have a baby here thats YOUR responsibility! Not to mention I'm pregnant!"

"I'm sorry. The business trip took longer than expected and the line at the grocery store was-"

"I don't want to hear excuses, Ian. There are dishes and the baby is trying to kick her way out of me, and I'm tired and so bored!" As the witch ranted, she pulled at her hair, as if to emphasize how damn bored she was.

Her murderous gaze was set on his stupidly apologetic face. She wanted to slap him- or hug him? Eh, pregnancy hormones made pretty much everything a toss up- Or more of a toss up than usual.

"I'm sorry." Ian repeated, stepping foward cautiously. "I went and got you icecream, and King some more cat food."

Her fury softened almost immediately. Even the most boring of days could be fixed with icecream.

"Well- thanks- I guess..." She muttered, holding her hands out to recieve said icecream.

(It took everything in her not to go wide eyed over it.)

"You're welcome, dear." Ian replied kindly (damn him for being so cute!), "I'll go magic away the dishes for you now-"

... Now that Eda's earlier rage was gone (and now that she had icecream) she almost felt bad for lashing out at Ian. It wasn't his fault that all of this was clearly his fault, right?

"Oh no, you don't." She said, grabbing his wrist and all but dragging him towards their room. "I've been lonely and bored for too damn long. I want hugs and you to listen to my overly long rants while I eat this icecream."

"Thats fine, dear." She knew he would say that.

A small smile wormed its way onto her face. She'd never admit it, but she was happy to have him home with her and the baby. More so than she thought she would.

"Oh, and welcome home."