Thanks for all the feedback on It's About Time. Here is chapter one of it'ssequel story. Hope you like it :)

Time and Again

"Sabrinaaaa!" came the voice of a certain black cat from the kitchen. A voice Sabrina Kinkle knew only too well.

Retreating away from the dining table she was setting for dinner and making her way into the kitchen, she braced herself for what she might find. Admittedly, leaving Salem alone in the kitchen when food was around was a bad idea under any circumstances. But he had promised her faithfully that he would behave himself today.

When her eyes hit upon the sight in front of her, Sabrina yelped in shock. The stench of burnt offerings now hung in the air, too. "What the...how the heck did this happen?" She rushed to the stove, on which sat a large pot that had far too much smoke billowing from it. Turning off the gas, she let out a cough and fanned the area around her with a nearby tea towel, then looked at her feline friend suspiciously.

"Salem, I could've sworn I left the pot simmering on a low heat when I left the room. It's only been a couple of minutes! Did you do something?" And if so, then how? she thought, studying the cat closely and wondering what he was actually capable of contributing towards the cooking. Not that this was exactly a 'contribution'.

Sabrina watched as Salem turned away sheepishly and let out a soft whimper. "Salem..." she warned with a point of her finger – also a hint that she could easily punish him whether he confessed or not.

He sighed in defeat and began to explain himself. "Well...I might have used my paw to turn the gas up just a bit. I mean, the thing wasn't going to be ready any time soon the rate it was going; and no offence, but you're not that knowledgeable when it comes to the art of cuisine."

"Oh, yeah, and you're chef of the year, are you? Everyone knows you don't leave food cooking on a high heat unless you're finishing it off! Now I have no time to start again, and I also have no time to think of an appropriate punishment. Maybe I'll just zap you somewhere really cold and deserted..." Sabrina had no intention of actually sending Salem elsewhere, but she was enjoying the reaction her suggestion had provoked.

"Wait wait wait!" he yelped fearfully, leaping off the counter to attempt a getaway. But he stopped short when he heard Sabrina laughing at him. "Oh, very funny," he remarked drily.

"It was, actually," she replied with a weary smile, her mind primarily still on the ruined dinner. "Look, I'll let you off the hook this time, but next time you want to help with the cooking, try just chipping in with some advice instead."

"Fine," Salem grunted, then sighed. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I know this was important to you. Although I don't get why you had to go to all this trouble tonight. If I were you, I'd just zap up a replacement and be done with it."

Tonight I had a special reason to make an effort, she thought. But I'm not going to tell the cat before I tell my own husband! Before Sabrina could reply out loud, she heard the front door being opened, then shut again seconds later. Within the next minute, her husband of just over a year had appeared in the kitchen with them.

"Hi Sabrina," Harvey greeted, kissing his wife on the cheek. "Hey, Salem," he added as the cat climbed back onto his usual spot on the counter.

"Hey Harv," he responded cheerfully, watching as Sabrina tried not to look behind her at the mess on the stove.

"Hey," she said as brightly as she could, but Harvey had already picked up on her anxiety.

"What's wrong? You're not your usual perky self today. I wasn't expecting to hear a 'woohoo!' when I came in or anything; but you normally have a lot more to say." Sabrina let out a breath, but couldn't help smiling slightly at how well her husband knew her. Then again, he was also her best friend.

Gesturing towards the failed concoction still sitting in the pot, she explained how she had been trying to make them a home-cooked meal, without the aid of her magic.

Chuckling, Harvey wrapped an arm around her and took in the view of the kitchen. "Let me guess, Salem had something to do with this?" he asked, shooting a mock-angry glance towards his four-legged friend.

Obviously taking the look on his face to heart, Salem once again escaped onto the floor and made his way out of the back door. "I'm outta here," he called.

"Sorry Harvey, I bet you're starving. How was the team meeting?" Harvey was still playing for the same hockey team, and they were strategizing for their next big game the following week.

"It was good," he told her. "But don't be sorry, it really doesn't matter. You know I'm not one of those husbands who expects dinner on the table when they arrive home. What brought all this on?"

Sabrina led him into the living room to sit down, now that they were alone. "Well, I have some news, and I just wanted to make you dinner so that this evening would be really special. But hey, nothing I plan ever goes right, so who was I kidding?"

Harvey wrinkled his brow and scratched his head in confusion. "Wait, you have some news? What is it?"

A smile crept onto Sabrina's lips as she prepared to tell him, and she quickly realised that it didn't really matter how fancy a dinner she tried to cook. What did matter – the only reason she had felt the need to go to so much trouble in the first place - was the incredible fact which she was about to share with him.

"Harvey, we're going to have a baby – I'm pregnant!"

With those words, Sabrina studied his face as a wide smile appeared there that soon turned into his signature goofy grin. Then he swiftly stood up, took her hands and gently pulled her upright with him. "Are you serious?" he checked, and she could only nod deliriously.

Leaning closer to his wife, Harvey nudged his forehead with hers and closed his eyes, as if just needing to take in how he felt in that moment. Then he pulled back to look at her and placed a soft kiss on her lips; one they both felt could have gone on forever if it weren't for the fact that oxygen was required, and words still needed to be exchanged.

"This is...amazing. I love you," he whispered, still awe-struck.

"I love you too," Sabrina whispered back. "I'm so happy."

"Me too," Harvey agreed, sitting them both down again as she cuddled into his side.

The two probably would have spent a little longer basking quietly in the knowledge of their secret, had it not been for the voice that so rudely interrupted them.

"Count me in for all those late night ice-cream cravings ahead," retorted Salem as he bounded casually into the living room.

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