Jared

I woke up and heard a giggle from somewhere in the room. I sat up and gathered my bearings. It would be mid afternoon at the earliest judging that I had been working all night and didn't fall asleep til noon. The giggle was coming from the foot of my bed.

"What is it Kindra?" I guessed.

"Shh," I heard back. "I'm teaching Rachel how to better use her powers."

"So that's why it's so dark in here," I reasoned. "Well I guess I shouldn't tell her that your on the bed." I grabbed the invisible girl and started tickling her. "I got you!"

"Daddy stop it," She was laughing hysterically. Her invisibility faded in and out as she tried to control it through the laughter.

A minute later she slipped out of my hands and was hiding across the room. I don't know how but I could sense her. I moved around as if I couldn't find her and then I pounced and caught her and pinned her down but the laughter sounded different and I stopped.

"Sorry Rachel I didn't realize you were in that corner too," I still had her pinned to the ground.

"It's okay," The door to my room opened and closed. "I have a feeling she planned this from the beginning. I knew my invisibility worked too much differently than hers for her to teach me anything."

I smirked slightly as Rachel became visible. A moment later I straightened my expression, "So how are we going to get her back?"

"Get her back?" Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you mind her interference? You haven't genuinely smiled sense you got back. I know I don't mind." She paused for a moment, "Except that you haven't got off me yet."

I grinned meekly and let her up, "Sorry about that and perhaps you are right. I think we could all use some fun, we've all been training and working so hard."

"That little girl is intent on us being together, you know that right?" Rachel changed the subject. "What are we going to do about that?"

"Well since she has most of my memories she knows that mommy and daddy are supposed to be close, best friends," I tried to explain. "Perhaps we simply need to show it to others we she is around. I think she wants to feel like you really are mommy, even though she'll always know you are not the one who gave birth. That's where my memories help."

"How does that help?" She complained. "A little girl wants me to be her mother but she knows I'll never be?"

"No no no," I shook my head. "You are being her mother every day by taking care of her needs and loving her. That's the more important definition. A definition she gained from me."

She put her head on my shoulder and I heard her whimper. She sniffled a moment later, "Thanks Jared."

"It's a large responsibility for you," I started stroking her hair. "Perhaps I could talk to Kindra abou..." She cut me off with a hand over my mouth.

"It's not that," She put her arms around me. "I'm just thinking about Raymond again."

Understanding filled my mind and I let her cry for some time in my arms. It must have been later than I'd thought, either that or she hadn't been sleeping well. When I finally decided she wasn't crying anymore I discovered she was sleeping. Hoping she wouldn't mind, I placed her on my bed and pulled the blankets up over her. Now to plan a party.