Magically Delicious

What does a hungry, pregnant witch do when her whole freaking town goes on a no carb diet?

I'll tell you what. She goes on the sly and conjures up some anchovy-chocolate chunk cookies dipped in hot saucethat's what.

Of course my cheating gets complicated when all of the magic in the world goes on the fritz. To solve that particular wrinkle, I'll have to finally find the source of the lurking evil.

Easier said than done. Maybe if I wasn't pregnant and starving, I could deal with the nasty old witch who resides in a gingerbread house. Add in carb eating fairies who speak French and three rotund familiars who enjoy defacing property with profane graffiti, and what you get is almost more trouble than I can handle in my baby baking condition.

I'm still not convinced I won't be giving birth to puppies since the smokin' hot father of my babies is a werewolf, and NO ONE has given me ANY concrete proof to the contrary. Getting knocked up by the werewolf of my dreams was all kinds of awesome in practice, but the reality of becoming a mother scares me more than Baba Yaga's horrendous 1980's wardrobe.

Monstrous decisions with enormous ramifications are best handled with meticulous planningor in my caseafter eating a giant mustard slathered jelly doughnut. Neither of those options is possible at the moment, but since there is no way I'm bringing my children into a magicless world, winging it will just have to work.

Wait Was that a contraction I just felt?

Goddess help us all

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