"I'll tell her I was taking a dump." He winked and grinned at me.
"So inappropriate." I laughed.
He chuckled, turning back to face me and leaning to whisper in my ear.
"I love you. Don't stress."
I smiled and kissed his cheek before he pulled back. "I love you too. Thank you, Logan," I replied with a relieved smile.
He didn't know how grateful I was to have him and his family in our lives.
"Anytime, Precious. I'll bring you some cheesecake. See you in a few hours." He winked, putting his hands in his pockets. In a flash, he was gone, remnants of gold and orange glitter sprinkling to the floor.
I stared at it, rolling my eyes.
"His teleportation spells always leave glitter, yet he thinks it’s cool. Totally cool to look at but not to clean up," I grumbled with a wide smile.
I walked around the mess and opened the door to see Alice holding a broom and the dust pan.
"Here,” she mumbled in a quiet tone, looking everywhere but my eyes.
I knew she felt bad for arguing with me, and so did I. We shouldn't be arguing, but the stress of everything was taking its toll on our mage and familiar relationship.
"Thank you," I replied, accepting her little peace offering.
It wasn't the first time Logan had teleported here after Alice and I had fought. It was frequent enough that Alice always appeared to help me clean up the glittering mess.
I knew it was her way of getting an opportunity to apologize.
"Sorry for nitpicking,” she admitted.
She hated when there was tension between us, and I did too. She didn't deserve to deal with my stress, and I knew her intentions were good.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I've just been stressed with everything, and the lack of sleep just left me a cranky mess. I know you just want the best for me and hate seeing me like this," I pointed out.
Alice nodded, still looking sad.
I finished sweeping and emptied the glitter in the small garbage bin in the corner of the washroom before I went into the hall and put the broom and pan in the upstairs closet for easy access.
I turned to face Alice.
"Sorry," I apologized, and she nodded.
"You feel better?" she inquired.
Being my familiar, she could sense my mood with ease. I guessed she could feel the shift from my prior anxious self to the more relieved feeling that pulsed through me.
"Logan's mom is going to stay with Mom while we’re at school. Logan just told me," I revealed.
Alice smiled, her face lighting up with excitement. "That's good. Less stress on you wondering when she'll take her meds. Is that why we had to come see Mother?" Alice asked.
"Oh right. I didn't get a chance to ask. Let's go down. No wait, let me change first."
I moved to my room and to the dresser, pulling out a pair of grey loungewear. Seeing Alice in her white sweatpants and purple crop top made me want to get out of these jeans and especially this damn bra.
Boys didn't understand how exhausting it was to wear one of these bad boys to sleep.
I quickly changed into my grey sweats and tank top, then Alice and I headed down the stairs to see Mom.