Witch Reborn Box Set: Books 1-3: Includes Gemstone Coven Holiday Shorts 1 & 2

by Belinda White

  She stood at the foot of the stairs and stared at me for a minute. I stared back. This was her show, not mine.

  “I heard what happened yesterday. Are you okay?”

  I lifted my foot slightly and motioned to it. “That took the brunt of it, but there are bruises under these clothes too. Bottom line, I’ll live.”

  “I’m glad.” She hesitated. “And I mean that, too. I’ve been a bit of a fool, haven’t I? Accusing you of all kinds of horrible things. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  I scratched my cheek and shook my head. “Well, to give you full credit here, you had just seen your baby—who can barely sit up by herself now—riding on a broom. I think you need to give yourself a pass on that one.” I know I did.

  Kimberly swallowed. “It was a shock. I’ll give you that. My first time fainting too. But that doesn’t excuse me from what I said. Not after everything you’ve done for us. I don’t honestly know where me and the kids would be right now if it wasn’t for you.” She hugged herself. “Or if I’d even still have my kids.”

  “You’d have them. With or without me. You’re a fighter and a good mother.” I started to mention the Goddess’s choice again, but I decided to keep my beak shut. This was hard enough for her without adding fuel to the fire.

  She gave me a sad smile. “I’d like to think so, but when I think back... I’m not so sure that would be the case. I was on my last legs when Nancy brought you into my life, Opal. You saved me. You saved all of us. And look how I repaid that.”

  I patted the cushion beside me. “Well, for starters, you’ve repaid me by becoming a darn fine partner at the shop. And by helping me out around here. A house like this is too much for just one old lady and a little girl, you know.” I watched as she crossed the room toward me. “Like it or not, Kimberly, you and your kids are family now. Even in the hard times. Family is family.”

  And that’s when the tears started. I let her cry it out, sitting on the sofa beside me and leaning into me.

  It was the first time I’d ever seen the woman cry. Baby Pearl must have put her through the wringer the past few days. Not an easy victory, for sure.

  Once she stopped, she looked up at me with red and swollen eyes. “Can you teach me to be a witch?”

  Okay, so I hadn’t expected that. I should have, but I hadn’t.

  “That’s not something to be done lightly, you know. The Goddess will know if your heart isn’t in it. And it’s not something She’s going to require of you. If it was, She would have chosen a witch to give birth to Pearl.”

  Kimberly swallowed and wiped her eyes. “I’m sure. I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while now, but I knew you wouldn’t want me to rush into it, so I waited. I think I need this. Not just for Pearl, either. For me too.”

  “Then that can be arranged.” I hesitated. “You do realize that you wouldn’t be able to cast spells like an elemental, right? Hedge witches can be strong, with time and determination, but they lack that elemental power that makes us Ravenswinds so... well, powerful.”

  “I know. But even being a hedge witch would help me understand things better, wouldn’t it? Help me understand my daughter better?”

  “I think maybe it would at that.”

  She took a deep breath. “Then that’s what I want. I want to be a witch.”

  Now that we had that out of the way, I felt I was safe to ask my most burning question. The one my heart was aching to hear an answer to.

  “Does this all mean that the three of you are coming home?”

  “If you’ll have us, yes.” She hesitated. “Gray told me that you offered him the attic. Did you really mean that? You’d truly be okay if he moved in here?”

  “I would. And Orville would too, by the way. That attic is fairly huge.” That was putting it mildly, as it ran practically the entire length and breadth of the house. “If you wanted, you could all turn it into a home for your whole family. Wouldn’t think it’d take all that much to put some walls up to make rooms.”

  Her eyes lit up. I could see the wheels turning.

  “And you wouldn’t mind if we added to the staircase out back to go on up to the attic?”

  “Fine with me. Safer too, if you all are going to be spending a lot of time up there.”

  She hugged me. I hugged her back. Finally, all was right with the world again.

  The killer had been caught, the church had a new—and hopefully much more pious—leader, the wedding was coming together nicely, and we were adding yet another valuable member to our family. Gray.

  Now all I had to do was sew two beautiful wedding dresses. A piece of cake.

  Wedding cake at that.

  Epilogue

  June fifth. Finally. My wedding day was here.

  Well, our wedding day. At least I was sharing the stress with three other people. That helped a little.

  Not that Orville or Archimedes seemed all that stressed. But then, all that was really required of them was to put on their tuxedos and stand up front by the new preacher and wait for us to come down the aisle.

  Grooms had it so easy. Brides? Not so much. I totally got the whole Bridezilla thing now. Sapphire wasn’t quite that bad, but she was getting closer with every passing moment.

  Especially as it was five in the afternoon, and the weather radar showed rain headed our way. The men folk weren’t around because of the old tradition of not seeing the brides on their wedding day. Personally, I kind of thought that was a tradition started by men who didn’t want to be roped into wedding day chores. Hard to do chores having to do with the wedding and not see the bride too.

  That didn’t mean we couldn’t call them. As far as I knew there wasn’t a tradition about not talking to the bride.

  He answered on the first ring. “Don’t worry. I’m on it.”

  “You got a way to turn those clouds around or something?” I mean, I’m an Air witch, and even I couldn’t do that.

  “Nope. But you do remember I was a Boy Scout, right? And in the military for a while, to boot? I believe in contingency plans.” He was quiet for a minute. “Especially for something this important. I’ve waited a lifetime for this day, Opal.”

  “I’d love to hear about this contingency plan of yours.”

  He chuckled. “Sorry, it’ll just have to be a surprise. Just you and Sapphire cover your dresses in plastic garbage bags if you have too, but be up on that hilltop by eleven-thirty. You have my word that this will all work out. Rain or no rain.” Then he paused. “Just stay away until then, okay? We’ve got this.”

  That was asking a whole heck of a lot, and he had to know that. But what could I say? Or do, for that matter.

  I looked over at Sapphire. “Orville says he has a contingency plan to deal with the weather. All we have to do is be up on the hilltop by eleven-thirty, and all will be well. According to him.”

  I’d expected sputtering or gnashing of teeth. What I hadn’t expected was her total—well, for the most part, anyway—relaxation. It would appear that my sister had even more faith in my man than I did.

  Huh.

  The girls started carrying the food up around ten. When Ruby came back down smiling, I knew that whatever it was Orville had pulled out of his hat; it had worked.

  Even I relaxed a bit after that. As much as was possible, anyway, what with my curiosity level so high. I really wanted to know what was going on up on top of that hill. But that wasn’t going to happen until a whole lot closer to midnight.

  If that time ever came. The clock was moving mighty slow right now.

  By eleven o’clock, Sapphire and I were dressed and ready to go. By now, it was just the two of us down at the farmhouse. All the others were up on that hilltop waiting for us. Well, Amie was waiting at the foot of the hill with her video camera. So we weren’t totally alone.

  That had been our decision. The path up that hill was a very long wedding aisle. The two of us had walked that path many, many times. Every twist, every turn, every tree root was engrained
in our memory.

  That helped when you were walking up a heavily tree-lined path in the moonlight. Even with a full moon, that path could be dark.

  Not that we had to rely on our memories tonight. We had Amie, our resident Light Witch. And tonight, she earned her title. I’d have to remember to get the spell from her later because it was nothing short of beautiful.

  As the two of us walked the grassy path, the way before us glowed in a healthy white light. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear there were fireflies and dragonflies involved, too, as tiny specks of the light seemed to glow and twinkle as we passed. As if each speck of brilliant light was giving us its blessing as we passed.

  Just maybe, this wasn’t all Amie. Just maybe, the Goddess was involved as well.

  It had rained, but only briefly. It would appear the Goddess had our backs on that one too. At least until we hit the top of the hill.

  The first clap of thunder came just as we crested up to the hilltop, and the accompanying lightning flash illuminated the scene brightly before us.

  Orville had outdone himself.

  Sapphire reached out and took my hand. “Would it be fitting if I said I loved Orville right now?”

  I got that. My chest was fairly bursting right now with love for the man myself. We stood there silent for a second. Right up until the second clap of thunder came.

  “Um, I think we need to head in unless you want to get wet. I’m not sure I could stop that in time.”

  We took Amie’s warning in the spirit it was intended. We headed in.

  The 'in' was to a large party tent kind of structure. Only, this wasn’t your average party tent. No ugly green or white walls here. No. None of that at all.

  In fact, in the glow of the full moon, it was almost as if we were walking into the illusion of a party tent. The walls and ceilings were completely clear fabric, which allowed the blessed moon rays in.

  Well, I was pretty sure they started out as completely clear fabric. Until Gray and Kimberly got ahold of them. They’d been spending a lot of time lately out at Gray’s trailer, just the two of them. I’d thought maybe they had just needed some kid-free time alone together. Now, I was thinking that hadn’t been the case.

  They had turned the tent into a magical clearing all in itself. The walls were painted with trees and flowers. Once inside, it was hard to tell where the tent stopped and the woods actually started.

  It was breathtaking.

  I smiled at Kimberly and Gray and mouthed, “Thank you.”

  They grinned back at me and nodded. I was kind of hoping this tent would survive the night. It would only be fitting to be used again for their wedding. Not that one was planned. Yet.

  Then the music started, and my mind focused on the here and now. Especially when Orville and Archimedes stepped out from behind a partition and walked over to stand before the podium.

  They took their places on the pentagram, which was only possible because of the person we had found to officiate our ceremony. None other than Shaman Crowe. And yes, as it turned out, he was licensed for this kind of thing.

  Orville waited until he was firmly in place before turning to look at me.

  My breath caught at the sheer sight of the man. He was a handsome man, even in jeans and an old t-shirt. In a tuxedo? Goddess help me. If I felt any more love and attraction for the man, my heart really would burst. Shatter into a million pieces. I’d never thought you could love someone to the point of pain. I’d been wrong.

  I took Sapphire’s cue and walked slowly beside her up that aisle, between all of our standing friends and family, and felt like I was leaving the world I’d known all my life behind.

  I was walking through a long doorway to a life I’d never imagined I’d ever get to live. A life of love, humor, laughter, and family. A life shared totally with the man I loved more than life itself.

  My new life was waiting at the end of the aisle.

  And I was more than ready.

  A Very Happy Halloween Birthday

  A Gemstone Coven Holiday Short 2

  By Belinda White

  Copyright 2020 Belinda White

  Kindle Edition

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  Chapter 1

  I watched as Orville tightened the last screw on the last bracket. Then he leaned back and looked up at me. “All ready for your part now.”

  We’d quickly found out that little baby Pearl was a master at outsmarting baby proofing devices. So we were totally double teaming her. Orville and Gray were installing the little baby locks, and I was following along behind them and adding a little touch of magic proofing as well.

  I’d kind of hoped that baby Pearl’s magical spell casting would be limited to spells she’d known in her previous life as my mother. Spells like her levitation spell, for instance. That one had been her ultimate, all-time favorite spell of them all. Kind of made sense she’d remember it, even this time around.

  Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case with baby Pearl. I wasn’t even sure she was casting spells. After watching her a few times, I’d swear that all it took for that little human creature was to really, really want something and focus on the want.

  I truly hoped that would not become a new trend with baby witches. If so, the world at large was in for one heck of a shock. Even the more magical population.

  But it was much more likely that the Goddess had made an exception with baby Pearl. Heaven knows She’d made enough other exceptions in her case. Like reusing the soul of a very powerful witch.

  Helping to raise a child with my mother’s soul was... interesting... to say the least. Had its moments of adrenaline-pumping excitement too, let me tell you.

  I was just happy that her birth mother had come to terms with the whole situation. That had been kind of rocky at first. But the Goddess had known what She was doing when She chose a non-witch mother for baby Pearl. Kimberly was more than a match for her.

  Well, Kimberly was a match for sure. The more part was still in question. The two of them locked wills a lot. But most times, Kimberly won. And she won all the times when it came to keeping baby Pearl safe and protected. Those were the times when Kimberly wouldn’t budge.

  In other words, she was the perfect mom for my mother. Goddess, but that was complicated.

  I concentrated on the task at hand and cast the magic barrier spell on the baby locks. That should do it. I hoped, anyway. If not, we‘d have to start warding off rooms to baby Pearl, and that could turn into a nightmare. But if we had to, we’d do it.

  Safety first. For her and the house. Us grown-ups too. There was an awful lot of power stored up in that tiny little body of hers.

  The spell had barely had time to take effect when baby Pearl came toddling into the kitchen. Goddess help us, she was walking now. Hence the doubling up effort on the baby proofing. I swear that child flat out ran at times. Seems like her soul remembered how to do other things as well as magic.

  Could be really interesting when she hit preschool age. Hopefully, we’d be able to reason with her by then.

  That sure as heck wasn’t the case right now. You just can’t reason with a one-year-old.

  Which brought up my next issue. Baby Pearl’s birthday was coming up fast... next weekend to be exact... and I still didn’t have a clue what to give her.

  Oh, I had a present for her, but it simply wasn’t special enough. So whenever the others asked me what I was doing for baby Pearl, I’d just smile and give a wink. “Guess you’ll just have to be as surprised as she will be.” That was my standard response. Little did they know that I was likely to be a little surprised myself.

  As long as they didn’t look in my hall closet and see the giant super-soft stuffed dragon, I’d be good. I’m sure they’d be able to put two and two together on that one.

  But that dragon, while special as it had been specially made from the model of her favorite baby bl
anket topper, simply wasn’t special enough. Not for baby Pearl. I had to do better.

  And I would.

  But today we baby proofed. I’d have to come up with the gift idea tomorrow. And yes, I was well aware that I was running out of time.

  Chapter 2

  “What do you think of clowns?” Kimberly asked, turning the page in the party magazine.

  I gave a slight shiver. For me, clowns were right up there with ventriloquist dolls. I thought they were creepy as heck. But this was Kimberly’s show, not mine. So I kept my feelings to myself. My silence must have spoken volumes to her.

  “I take it you don’t like clowns, do you?”

  “You’d be taking that right, yes. But Saturday isn’t about me. It’s about baby Pearl.” I paused and looked at her. “How does she feel about clowns?”

  It bothered me that I didn’t know the answer to that. I’d just never been around the child when a clown had been involved. Mostly because when a clown entered the room, or a television set for that matter, I tended to leave.

  Kimberly shrugged. “She’s okay with them for the most part. She really didn’t like that Jack in the box, though.” She hesitated. “She kind of ended it, actually.”

  I had to hide my smile. Yes, she had. Poor clown Jack had met with a very untimely end according to Nancy, who had been the sole other witness to the clownacide. Guess maybe I did know the answer to that question, after all. “Maybe clowns aren’t such a great idea.”

  “Yeah, I think you’re right.” She flipped the page again.

  “You know that she isn’t likely to remember the party, don’t you?”

  She just looked at me. “Oh, she’ll remember.” Then she paused. “I haven’t shown you my scrapbooks, have I?”

  I raised an eyebrow at her. “You do scrapbooks?” How had I not known that?

  Kimberly nodded. “Yup. I try to keep one for every year in the kids’ life. And each book has a special section just for their birthday party.” She was quiet for a minute. “I have some making up to do for poor Mason. His first few birthdays were really sparse with parties and presents.”