So sorry for the longest wait for an update, guys! I always meant to continue this story, I've just not been well. I didn't expect to keep getting new reviews, and when I realised how long it had been since the last chapter, I really couldn't believe it! Thanks for your lovely words of feedback, and enjoy chapter three :)

He was startled when he woke up to hear soft sobs coming from downstairs; but then he remembered what day it was and things began to fall into place.

It had never been this worrying before – but then again, last time his wife hadn't been pregnant.

Harvey Kinkle quickly retreated from the bedroom and went in search of the young witch he loved more than life. It didn't take him long to trace her; she was sitting on the couch, the phone resting in her lap.

"Sabrina?" he asked, sitting down beside her. He had no need to ask if she was okay, because he knew full well that she wasn't. Instead, he waited for her to respond.

"Hey," she whispered softly, breaking off from her tears to turn towards her husband. But that interval didn't last long. She couldn't stop herself from letting out another little sob.

"Come here, sweetheart," Harvey held out his arms, wishing he could just take away her heartache. Sabrina immediately moved towards him and buried her face in his chest. She wasn't ready to say anything else yet.

"I know it hurts. I wish I could make things better for you. Believe me, if I could, I would."

She pulled back slightly so that she could look him in the eyes – which were staring back at her, as kind and tender as ever. "I know you would, Harvey. Thank you," she told him, finding his hand and giving it a grateful squeeze.

"How's your mum doing?" he asked after a few minutes, referring to her call earlier on the now discarded phone.

It was Mother's Day. A time of year that had always been a sensitive topic for Sabrina; but this time she just wasn't brave enough to grin and bear it.

Sabrina managed a smile as she recalled speaking to Diana, her mother. "She seems fine. She did admit that she's becoming upset about missing out on my pregnancy, though. And I feel like I miss her now more than ever..."

She was in tears again in seconds. "Hey, hey..." Harvey caught her in his arms again in a flash.

"Sorry, it's just that I haven't really talked about it, or what's gonna happen afterwards, and I..." She knew he would catch on to her meaning.

"It's okay, we are going to talk about this, Sabrina. Just take a deep breath for me first, alright?" He could see she was growing more and more distressed, and that was only going to make the impending discussion even harder.

A few minutes and a glass of water later, Harvey and Sabrina were in the kitchen, sitting at the table together.

"I know I was luckier than most people who grow up without their moms. I mean, with most people it's either that their mother left them voluntarily, or they passed away. My mother always wanted me; but the worst part of being a witch is that neither of us had a choice in being separated. And now she's not going to be able to be there when I'm having the baby. But it isn't just that."

Harvey stayed quiet, letting his wife explain exactly how she was feeling.

"I tried not to think about this before, because I just wanted us to enjoy knowing that we're having a baby. But it was always in the back of my mind. Harvey...I don't know what's going to happen with our child in the future."

Having been privy to Sabrina's other world for quite sometime now, Harvey didn't have to ask for a reminder about what she meant.

"The summer before I turned sixteen, I went to live with my aunts so they could teach me how to use my powers. Then I found out about that awful rule: that setting eyes on my mother would turn her into a ball of wax. She's a mortal; my Dad's a full witch."

He could see what she was getting at. "So if you're half mortal, and I'm..." he didn't need to finish that sentence.

"Yeah. That's not really much of a witch side to work with. But who knows? I bet there's some kind of rule about it, I just don't know what. What I do know is that I can't bear the thought of our baby not being able to see you – and I certainly don't want you to have to go through that, either. I can't even describe how painful it is..."

Sabrina had to stop talking as her eyes were already beginning to tear up again. Harvey reached across the table for her hand, and the two sat in silence for a minute while they contemplated all that she had said.

"Sabrina," he said after a short while. "I can't truly imagine how hard it must be for you – especially on days like today. I can only promise that I understand, and I'm always here when you need to talk about it. I have no idea what to expect from here on out, but here's what I think we should do. If we can, I think we should seek advice from the Other Realm."

Sabrina, who had managed to curb her tears once again, was inclined to agree. The only snag was that the Other Realm actively discouraged marriages between witches and mortals. That was the whole reason they were facing this problem. She knew that this opinion wasn't true of every living witch; but maybe they wouldn't be welcome if they started asking questions like this in their territory?

Still, perhaps they had no other choice but to try.

Then another, more obvious thought struck her. It was definitely worth a try before they went bounding into the Other Realm with a million different questions. And it was 100% more preferable than approaching the Witches' Council.

"Or we could try asking my aunts..."

"I never thought of that. And I guess if they don't know, we can always ask your Aunt Irma," Harvey pondered casually.

Sabrina almost wanted to backtrack her suggestion at the mere thought of this.

Suddenly, the Witches' Council doesn't sound so bad...

Hope you all liked it!

Miss Romance-Lover

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