"Why?" I asked, unsure what that reason could possibly be. He gave me a small smile. "My mom wants to take a few months off from the mage warrior biz and is managing spell records and helping design incantations for newly created spells. Everything is done online so she can go anywhere around the world. Since your mom was an amazing professor in magic spell craft, my mom thinks she can be a great assistant and offered her a position," Logan explained.
"What . . . but . . . but the doctors said my mom can't work," I pointed out.
"The doctors only suggested she shouldn't work out of concern with her performing a wrong spell or incantation. With this job, she's drawing and sketching spells before creating them on a tablet and finishing it up on the computer. Your mom was amazing at art, right?"
I took a minute to think about it, remembering that Mother did create amazing artwork specializing in spell crafting when she used to work.
"Yes," I replied.
"She won't be conducting any of the spells, just creating the symbols that will be attached to newly created spells. Mother explained they may be updating a few of the old magic circle designs and so on. No magic is involved, just artwork and designing. It would be the perfect activity to keep your mother occupied instead of her watching television and reading old spell books all day," Logan explained.
"I guess you have a point. The doctor said it's good if she stays in a familiar environment," I reminded, and Logan nodded.
"She's familiar with this house and mine. They can alternate,” he reassured me.
"They? So wait, your mom is gonna stay with mine?" I asked, sounding shocked at his words. He grinned at my stunned expression and nodded in agreement.
"Yes. I knew you were stressed, so I told my mom about it. She explained her change in jobs and thought it would be a great interactive idea. Our moms are best friends, so it wouldn't be like she's babysitting or anything. I think it would help your mom tremendously. At least this way, you won't be too stressed about choosing a school."
I gawked at him, my mind buzzing over the idea.
"Did your mom change positions for my family?" I asked.
He smirked, shrugging his shoulders.
"When you’re stressed, I'm stressed. That leads to my parents thinking the world is coming to an end and that they have to do anything to prevent me from getting acne. Thus, my mom thought this would help everyone. She needed a break from work anyways, and my father wanted her to rest up her mana usage. This just kills two birds with one stone. Now you'll be less stressed, which makes me relieved. Everyone's happy."
The tension in my shoulders left, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Why do you do so much for me?" I whispered.
"I do so much because you're everything to me and I'd give you the world to make you smile and live stress-free,” he replied. He stood, gripping my hands and urging me to stand. I rose and pulled him into a hug.
"Thank you," I said quietly.
"Anything for you, Jewel,” he promised, tightening his hold.
I relaxed in his embrace for a full minute before we pulled apart.
"You should go back before your mom realizes you’re here instead of at home," I suggested.
"Ah. She'll know I went somewhere anyway with my eyes. Can't escape that." He sighed dramatically.
I giggled, sliding my hands up his black suit and wrapping them around his neck, having to go on my tiptoes to do so.
"Kiss me," I whispered, having hidden intention with my words. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"I feel you're up to something,” he whispered but lowered his lips to mine anyway.
I grinned and enjoyed the softness of his kiss, while my magic did what I intended for it to. Once I was finished, I pulled back to stare into his eyes that were now his normal gold color.
"That I am, but you can't deny kissing me," I hummed.
"Good point,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. "What did you do?"
"Check the mirror." I winked, and he grinned, moving out of my embrace to check the mirror.
"Well, that works really well. Magic contacts that don't show a glimpse of magic. Smart move, precious,” he complimented.
I giggled. "Be off before you really get in trouble. I think your mom will be more worried that you’re taking years in the washroom,” I teased.