TUS NUA - ch 57

TUS NUA – ch 57

New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight

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Jules laughed and remarked to her husband, “Mickey, it seems a bit strange to now call our son “Finn” instead of “Baby Itt”. He’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen. Don’t you agree?”

Mickey hugged his wife and commented, “Jules, sweetie, I think we might be a bit prejudiced, there. On another topic, your brain is shouting. I know what you’re thinking and it’s perfectly okay with me. That is, if it’s even possible. You’ll need to speak with Aintin on that issue. She’s Fey but this might even be out of her realm.”

She buried her face in the soft sweater he wore. “I understand, Mickey but I won’t know until I ask. You know what I find, well, a bit strange? Don’t misunderstand me; I’m thrilled about it, but I do find it a bit odd.”

Mickey looked a bit confused. “What’s that, hon?”

“Well, when I came here, I was a straight-haired blonde, remember? Born and bred, blonde! In order to disguise me, Aintin spelled my looks and made my hair permanently red and curly. I love the color, but what confuses me is that our son has red hair. Your hair is black, so where did the red come from?”

“Huh!” he mused. “Another question for the Fey. Let’s leave Finn with my mom and we’ll ride the lines to Tus Nua.”

“You’ll go with me?” she was genuinely surprised.

“Oh, Jules, my love. Did you think I wouldn’t want to be with you at such a critical time?”

“Mickey, it’s not that but what I’m asking Finola to do is, well, it’s a very strange request and I thought it might make you feel uncomfortable.”

He hugged her a bit tighter. “Uncomfortable? Jules, you’ve just increased my love for you by at least a thousand percent. I would be honored if you’d allow me to be part of this.”

Her smile grew. “Then, please, call your mom. Oh, maybe we should call Finola first and let her know we’re coming.”

Mickey shook his head and laughed. “Jules. She’s a witch. All you need to do is think her name and tell her we’re coming. She’ll hear you.”

Her cheeks turned slightly pink. “I keep forgetting she has that kind of power. She never lets on.”

“No, she wouldn’t. She won’t pry into the mind of anyone unless she thinks that person is in trouble. Hold my hand and close your eyes.”

She placed her hand in his and they both closed their eyes. Mickey spoke, “Aintin, we’d like to come and ask a favor. Please let us know when a good time would be.”

If Jules could have thought of one word, it would have been POOF! A portal opened and out of it walked Finola.

“I understand you need favors. mo pháistí daor (my dear children). Just ask.”

Jules smiled and replied, “Aintin, why do I have the feeling that you already know?”

“Jules, mo stor, I try not to pry but there are times your mind is screaming and it’s difficult to ignore. Mickey, mo ghra, would you please make us some tea, then we’ll sit and speak of the favors you’re seeking.”

Mickey looked at Jules, “Favors? As in plural?”

“My love,” she began, “it’s just a thought and I wanted to discuss this with you and Aintin. Between the two of you, I might allow myself some peace of mind and comfort of heart.”

He decided not to ask any further questions until they were settled with tea which he placed on the small kitchen table.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Finola said with a gleam in her eye. “I brought some scones to have with our tea.”

Mickey shook his head and laughed loudly knowing his aunt literally just “pulled them from her pocket”. “Forget? Aintin, you don’t forget anything!”

She winked at him as she sipped her tea.

“Now, tell, me mo ghra. I know you would allow me to read your mind, but I know you well enough to know you wish to verbalize your thoughts.”

“You’re so right, Aintin.” She looked across the table at her husband, then back at Finola. “You know how I always said I wanted Mickey to be my baby’s father in every sense of the way? I want no one to be able to prove otherwise. Is there any way to change his DNA so the real father or anyone in his family can contest parenthood?”

Finola lowered her head and sighed deeply, then raised her eyes to meet those seeking answers. “Jules, you’ve mentioned this to me more times than I remember and I always put off answering you so please forgive me now for taking the liberty I took.”

Jules looked into Finola’s deep blue eyes and responded. “Aintin, what liberty? I guess that means you knew Baby Itt would be my son. Is there something I should worry about?”

“No, mo stor. But, since time was of the essence, I took the liberty of changing Finn’s DNA within minutes after his birth. When you handed him to me, I pricked his ring finger with a small pin I spelled and placed on the collar of my dress. Then I did the same with my ring finger and pressed our fingers together. I quietly spelled our blood to merge, giving Finn the Deihl DNA and removing any trace of Moretti. I knew you would ask for that favor, but this spell needed to be done as quickly as possible, or it wouldn’t succeed. Yes, I took that liberty with the intention of telling you and Mickey upon the date of Finn’s first week on earth. Are you angry with me?”

“Angry?” Jules stood and wrapped her arms around Finola’s shoulder. “Oh Aintin, I could never be angry about something you did that I wanted done. I was so afraid the Moretti’s might come and try to take him from us. Now, they can’t! You’ve made me so happy. Thank you so very much.”

While still hugging Finola, Jules looked at her husband. “Mickey, Finn’s our son. Ours! In every possible way!”

Mickey stood, then knelt at Finola’s side and looked at her with heartfelt gratitude. “How can I ever thank, Aintin? This was so important to Jules and me and you made it happen. Thank you.”

Finola smiled and then looked at Jules.

“Mo stor, your mind is still troubled. What’s your second worry?”