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Amity waits in her home on The Boiling Isles for her beloved wife. Waiting six years for Luz to come back from the human world, and another four just dating before marriage, felt like nothing waiting for Luz to get back from her teaching job at Hexside to get to tonight’s date. Prime Minister Lilith let her finally get one night off that lined up with Luz’s. The meetings between the human organization that knew of the Witch’s world and The Boiling Isles fairly new government had been exhausting. However, Amity needed to be present because she worked for the government as second in command of the Human Interactions Board. Luz would often be a topic of discussion as both the Organization’s ambassador and the one to teach witches about humans at Hexside, and Amity would have to speak on her behalf often. It didn’t help that little progress was being made between the two factions, with unrelated issues on both sides out of the control of those in the meetings. At least the Organization was able to link multiple portals to The Boiling Isles one, so Luz, or any other resident, could go back and forth between the planes, with the proper requests and agreements of course.
It was going to be the couples first formal date since they got married a year ago, being so busy with both of their jobs and what not. Amity was able to get out of work a bit early and was now just waiting for Luz to do the same. It was the end of the Semester at Hexside and neither had anything to do for the next day, which made it a perfect night for a formal date in the human realm, usually their dinner dates would amount to takeout at their own house. At the moment however, Amity was just lounging on the couch, flipping through her social media on her scroll. Suddenly the door swings open, and the exhausted figure of Luz Noceda stands in the doorway.
Luz turns to see her wife in the living room laying on the couch. She steps inside, slips off her shoes, and shouts “cuddles!” as she races to Amity.
“Wait! Luz!” Before Luz has the chance to practically leap onto her wife, Amity moves into the couch so Luz misses her and lands more so on the cushions. “I should have seen this coming. We have to get ready for tonight.”
“Just five minutes,” Luz says into the couch. Her arms flailing at her side trying to catch Amity.
“Babe, you know how lucky I was to get these reservations on such a convenient night?” She asks as she crawls over her wife. “Now get up and get ready,” she states as she pecks Luz’s head.
“Fine…” Luz pouts as she lifts her head out of the cushions. “...It was just gonna be a few minutes.”
The couple go upstairs to their shared bedroom. Luz gets ready for her shower while Amity starts applying makeup. In minutes Amity is sitting on the bed, dressed in a suit, and waiting again for Luz, who’s in the joint bathroom drying her hair. A few seconds later Luz steps out of the bathroom, hair dried, makeup somewhat started, and wrapped in a towel.
“Babe, I need you to wait outside while I get dressed,” Luz states.
“Why? Embarrassed by me seeing you naked?” Amity asks sarcastically. “I’m pretty sure me seeing you now nullifies that concern.”
“Nooo,” Luz sarcastically whines back, “it’s just that this dress is supposed to be a surprise for you, and I want you to appreciate it when it’s on.”
“Couldn’t I just close my eyes?”
“And me risk you peaking? No way perv!” all said in jest. Luz starts shooing Amity out the door at this point.
“Oh so I’m a perv now?” Amity asks turning around to face the room now that she’s in the hall.
“Yes but you're my perv.” Luz pecks Amity on the nose then closes the door in her face.
“How sweet.”
Minutes later Amity hears Luz call out from the bedroom.”Babe! You can come see me now!”
“Oh can I?” Amity asks, still joking.
“Just open up the door!”
“Ok…” Amity shouts, placing her hand on the doorknob. “Three, two, one!” She swings the door wide open to bless her eyes with the beautiful sight of her wife in a solid red, asymmetrical, thick strap, form fitting dress.
“So… what do you think?” Luz asks, raising her pitch.
“Hermosa…” Amity says softly as she glides towards her wife. Placing her arms around Luz waist when she reaches her.
Luz giggles and places her arms on Amity’s shoulders. “Hehe, your Spanish is getting better.”
The dress sparks memories of Eda in Amity’s head. “If only she could see us now,” she whispers.
“I wish so too,” Luz whispers back as she pulls Amity in for a hug and kisses her temple. “But now’s not the time, we have a dinner to get to.” She releases the hug but Amity doesn’t.
“Just a few more minutes…” Amity says over Luz’s shoulder.
“Mi amor, weren’t you the one bugging me to get ready?” Luz smirks.
“I said nothing of the sort.” Amity denies with sarcastic posh.
“Come on, let’s go, and remember your illusion earrings.” Luz lifts her wife’s arms off her and walks past her through the door to the hall. Amity grabs her earrings off the nightstand and follows her.
Downstairs now Luz puts on her matching low cut heels. “Which staff should we take?” She asks over her shoulder.
“I believe we should give Owlbert a break,” Amity says coming down the stairs. “Tia has barely been working at all today anyways.”
Rarely are Witches able to create such powerful palismans, but Amity was an exception. At the sound of her name, Tia, the red pseudodragon palisman, perks up from the all but gone coals in the living room fireplace and shakes herself off. She exits through the custom made fireplace door off to the side and flies to Amity’s ivory staff, where she solidifies her perched form.
“Good girl,” Amity says softly while she picks up the staff. She heads back to Luz. “Alright, ready to go?”
Luz is checking her purse. “Uhh, yeah. You’re paying right?”
“Yeah, this was my idea. How’s my makeup?”
“Beautiful, and mine?”
“Ditto.” Amity says shooting finger guns.
“Your human slang is getting better too.” Luz jest. “Come on, let’s go.” She opens up the door. “Beautiful ladies first.” She bows slightly and gestures to the open door.
“Then why aren’t you going first?” Amity asks as she raises an eyebrow.
“I’m not the one holding our transportation.”
Amity shrugs. “Eh, fair enough.” She heads outside, places her staff in the air and gets on, Luz right behind her. “To the capitol Tia!” she shouts.
The trip to the current Boiling Isles capitol, former Belos temple, is a short one. If they wanted to, they could have walked, which Amity usually does. Once inside the main hall Amity animates Tia from the staff and lets her crawl onto her forearm.
“Take yourself, and the staff, to my office. I bought a whole bag of charcoal for you and there should be fresh wood in the fireplace. We should be back in a few hours.”
Tia seems happy about the news of treats and a fresh bed. She starts tapping her tail against Amity’s arm.
“Aww,” Amity lets escape while scratching under Tia’s chin. She pecks the pseudodragon on the top of the head and holds out the staff. The palisman takes it in her claws and starts flying towards Amity’s office. Amity turns to Luz, who is just enraptured by her sweet wife. Clasped hands to the cheek and a near sarcastic sniffling face.
“Too adorable!” Luz squeals.
Amity smirks and turns back. “Shall we continue?” she asks over her shoulder.
“Not until I get a kiss too!” Luz demands, running to Amity’s side.
Amity rolls her eyes lovingly. “Fine, if you insist.” She turns to Luz and pecks her nose. “Let’s go,” she states.
The portal was kept in the temple basement where they defeated Belos, for convenience reasons mainly. The room is covered in wires and computers from the human realm. There were guards, but they were more of travel documentaries than anything else. All their job was to make sure nothing unsolicited goes or comes through the portal. The only ones who actually know how to use the portal are Lilith and her direct line, and anyone working on the project for the Organization on the human side. With the proper set up of portals on both sides modern technology was gifted to The Boiling Isles. The portal was nearly always open, letting WiFi through and allowing meetings to be had over the phone in the privacy of everyone’s offices.
After she helps Luz down the stairs, Amity walks with her to the secretary desk. “Good evening,” she starts. “Here for the 17 30.”
“Of course Mrs. Noceda,” he responds while clicking through a few windows on the fairly new computer. “It looks like the New York City portal is awaiting your arrival. Whenever you're ready you two may step through.”
The sound of her last name causes Amity to blush a bit. “Thank you,” Amity says politely, slightly nodding her head. She turns back to Luz and holds out her hand. “Shall we?” she asks with a smirk.
“Of course, Mrs. Noceda,” Luz says, emphasizes her wife’s newer name, while taking her hand.
This causes Amity to blush again. “I’ll never get properly acquainted to that.”
Going through the portal is not unlike going through the door it was made out of. A bright light, and a blink of the eyes and the couple are in the human realm. Albeit, in a very similar room to the one they left, dark and covered in wires and computers. The differences being the floor and walls being made of plaster and tile rather than wood and stone, and the one other person in the room being an old man in a lab coat instead of Boiling Isles guard armor.
“Greetings ladies!” The graying man in the lab coat shouts, getting up from his workstation. “Great to see another successful travel.”
Luz is the first to speak. “Hello Overseer Jacob. Glad to see Amity went all out on the ‘welcome committee.’” She says with obvious sarcasm.
“I’m sorry for the lack of fanfare at the moment,” Jacob responds with a slight jest back, “I’ve been busy working on the reports from our last few realm meetings. However, I’m sure you’ll see your lovely wife spared no expense on your chariot tonight.”
Amity looks slightly annoyed by this statement. “Don’t spoil anything,” she lightly pouts.
“What? All I said was you have a good ride.” Jacob jokingly defends.
An announcement is heard over the loudspeaker. “Overseer Jacob, you are required on sub-level two. The infinite sheep has escaped its enclosure, sigh, again.”
“I told those idiots not to try and count them and what do they do!?” Jacob shouts into the air rhetorically. He reaches to a small black square on his collar and pinches it. “I’ll be right down. Just give me a few minutes.” He turns to the couple. “Sorry about that. You would think a sheep that every time you look at it it seems to multiply until you fall asleep would be easy to guard, but you would be surprised with the incompetence of some of these people. I guess that’s why they stuck them here.”
“Oh believe me, we both know that feeling,” Amity interjects. “Working in education and government, we get stuck with a lot of idiots.”
“Yeah these guys are new anyways, I shouldn’t be too hard on them. It’s not like anything here can kill us. In any case, if I may, I’ll show you to the elevators.”
With a wave of their hands both parties said their goodbyes as the couple exited the elevator and into the main lobby of the facility. Bland, bright, almost rundown, the building was designed to look as unappealing and boring as possible. Which caused some slight confusion to passerbys, seeing two magnificently dressed ladies walk out. At the end of the steps down, parked along the side walk in the street, was Amity’s aforementioned chariot. A limousine. Driver waiting at the passenger door.
“A bit excessive for two people,” Luz chuckles as they descend the steps.
“Jacob told me that this is what one orders for a special night,” Amity states, with a hint of exasperation. “And he said they had a mole in the company so he could get us a deal.”
“Wonder what they would need a mole for?” Luz asks rhetorically as they reach the car. Amity shrugs.
The driver bows to the couple. “Greetings fine ladies. My name is Michael. You must be the Noceda couple I presume?”
“Correct,” pipes up Amity “I noticed you didn’t seem at all confused by us walking out of this building. You must be the mole.”
“Quite an accusation,” Michael says with soft uplift. “And how observant. But the overseer wouldn’t want just anyone to accompany an ambassador, sort of speak.”
“Fair point.”
Michael opens the door for the couple. Amity gestures Luz in first and follows close behind her. Situated in, Michael closes the door and makes his way to the cockpit. Once buckled himself he lowers the divider between the two sections.
“If I’m not mistaken we are making our way to the West Village, Don Angelos’ in particular. If I may say, excellent choice. Amazing italian cuisine.”
“Ooo, Italian!” Luz perks. “I’m quite surprised.”
“Again, Jacob’s recommendation,” Amity states. “He said and I quote, ‘the lasagna is perfect,’ whatever that is.”
“Babe, anything is perfect with you,” Luz swoons.
Amity blushes a bit and pecks her wife on the forehead.
“That’s all?” Luz quips. “Something that cheesy deserves lips at least.”
“Later.” Amity whispers.
Now Amity gets to experience the wonders of New York City traffic for the first time. It would have been worse if not for her lovely wife being with her and the new sights she was witnessing. The fashion, the lights, the trash. Amity had been to the human world before, however she and Luz would usually stick to Luz’s home town. The limo was equipped with a mini fridge, in which Amity requested seltzer. Various flavors of course, but nothing bigger than quarter serving cans. They eventually reached the restaurant. The driver parks on the curb in front of the entrance, exits the limo, and comes around to let the couple out.
Once the couple is on the curb, the driver speaks up. “I wish you both a wonderful dinner, and when you are done just call this number.” He reaches in his pocket and produces a small card containing his number. “I will be back around in minutes.”
Luz takes the card and puts it in her purse. “Thank you.”
Michael does a slight bow, and starts his way towards the cockpit. Before the limo takes off Luz and Amity make their way to the host podium.
The restaurant is a little busy. Most of the tables are filled with couples or parties. A few empty ones dotted throughout. Minimalist lighting, with red velvet esthetique. Luz felt slightly embarrassed with her accidental near matching attire.
“Good evening,” the hostess greets. “Do you two have reservations?”
“Of course,” perks Amity. “Noceda, party of two.”
“Noceda…” the hostess says, flipping through her booklet. “Ah yes, right this way.” She grabs two menus from underneath the podium then leads the couple to their table. “Samuel will be with you shortly. We wish you a lovely dinner!” And with that, she’s off.
Browsing the menu, Luz is the first to speak. “So, what are you thinking?” She asks.
“Honestly, I think we should take his advice. I’m going to try this thing called ‘lasagna’. Besides, we could probably order a few entrées off this menu, we’re not exactly strapped for cash.”
“What, you looking to pig out for the first time princess?” Luz asks using her wife’s ironic name.
“First off, that’s more of a you thing,” Amity states.
Luz giggles.
“Second, this isn’t the place, and you know that. And lastly, I am saying we should treat ourselves.”
Just then, the waiter arrives at the table. “Good evening, my name is Samuel, and I will be taking your orders today. I hope you’ve had an adequate amount of time to look over the menu, in particular our fine wine selection.”
Amity pipes up. “No thank you. Just water for me tonight.”
Luz raises an eyebrow towards her wife. “Really now, weren’t you the one who said we should treat ourselves?”
“I just don’t want any alcohol right now.”
“Understandable.” Luz shifts her attention towards the waiter. “I’ll try a glass of this one that I won’t even try to pronounce,” she says pointing to the menu.
“Excellent choice,” inserts Samuel.
“And water,” Luz finishes.
“Of course, I’ll be back with that shortly.” The waiter makes his way back to the kitchen.
“Ok, here’s how I think this should go.” Amity starts. “We both get our own appetizers, main courses, and whatever, and we split this lasagna thing.”
“Sounds good to me,” Luz responds. “You’re paying after all. Do you think we can finish it?”
“Babe, I say this in the most loving way possible, you have a bottomless stomach.”
“Aww,” Luz fawns.
The dinner goes peacefully. Luz tells her crazy stories from Hexside she hasn’t been able to tell her wife yet, and Amity doesn’t have much to share. She’s more than okay listening to her wife’s tales while enjoying the new, human cuisine. When all is said and done, to Luz’s surprise, she’s the one requesting boxes for leftovers.
Samuel returns with the boxes and the check. “Thank you for dining with us. We wish you two a lovely rest of your night.”
“Thank you,” they both say in near unison.
Amity picks up the booklet with the receipt. “Triple digits, but honestly I’m not surprised,” she says softly. She puts her Organization issued credit card in the booklet and sets it back on the table.
“Wow babe, you really packed it in tonight,” Luz praises while putting away her meals. “Guess that ‘pig out’ comment really got to you, huh?”
Amity smirks. “Babe I have some news for you.”
“Ok… this is out of nowhere,” Luz says closing the leftover cases. “What’s up?”
Amity inhales sharply. “I’m…”
Luz has a feeling of what her wife’s next word or words could be, and preemptively starts bringing her hands to her face.
“...pregnant.”
Luz is fighting being overjoyed, and not well. Tapping her heels to the ground and squealing under her palms. She eventually calms down just enough to ask her wife a question. “It worked?”
“Yep. Missed it a few days ago, took a test, and was positive. Took another one this morning and was still positive. If it worked for Emira and Viney, why wouldn’t it work for us?”
Luz starts freaking out in her seat again. By this time Samuel has already taken the booklet and has come back with the card. He decides not to interrupt whatever is going on. After Amity is done giving a generous tip and signing the receipts, she grabs her wife’s purse, gets out Michael’s card, and calls him.
“We’re ready,” Amity states.
“Gottcha, be right over,” Michael replies, and hangs up.
Amity takes the leftover bag and leads her now calmed down wife out of the restaurant and onto the curb. Less than a minute passes and the limo is parked in front of them. Michael gets out of the cockpit, rushes over to the door, and lets the couple in.
“Keep the divider up please,” Amity requests before Michael can close the door.
“As you wish,” Michael responds, almost smirking. He even drove a slightly longer way back to the office building. Once there, Luz bridal carries her wife all the way home.
Much later, Luz and Amity are laying in bed. Both out of breath for some reason, when the phone rings.
Amity picks up.“Hello?” she exhales.
The familiar voice of an old scientist is heard on the other end. “Amity? You left your leftovers in the limo.”