Salem left the rest of her family to finish the daunting task of bringing her father back to life, when Clementine called Salem mid-resurrection to profess her love. Salem had been waiting so long to hear those words from Clementine, and nothing was going to stop her. Not even something as big as bringing her father back to life.
Their love blossomed over the next few weeks. It may have seemed rather quick, but these two were just now acting on feelings for one another that were dormant for years.
It came out of nowhere for me. After the little situation between Clementine and I, I was convinced she was talking about her friend Ghost, when she said that there was someone else.
I’m happy for them, though. Salem’s new relationship with Clementine has brought out whole new side of Salem. Definitely a breath of fresh air.
“Maybe we can talk to my dad, and you can move in with us.” Clementine said, gently caressing Salem’s cheek.
“No offense babe, but you couldn’t pay me to go back to that dumpster you call Appaloosa Plains.” She sneered.
“There’s enough room for you here, Clem.” I chimed in.
“Well as long as I’m with her, I’ll be happy.” She gushed.
Salem quickly stood up.
“Yeah, you’d like that. wouldn’t you? Perv.” She hissed.
It was apparent that Clementine told Salem about our incident, which was fine to me. Saves me an awkward conversation later.
Later, Clementine stopped Salem in the living area.
“I’m so glad you’re mine now, babe.” Clementine said.
Salem chuckled. “Me too.”
“And I know we’ve talked about it for a while now, but I feel like I’ve always meant to be a part of this family. I think I’m ready to be a witch. I want to get married. What do you say?”
“Yeah, okay.” Salem agreed with a smile. “Let’s do it.”
The next thing I knew I was at the Tres Lagos courthouse as a witness to Salem and Clementine’s wedding.
I spent the whole time wondering if helping them get married without telling our parents was the right thing to do.
Salem spent the new few weeks teaching Mrs. Darling the basics of magic. Despite my mother’s rule against practicing magic in Tres Lagos.
One lazy afternoon, Clementine and Salem snuggled in Kirsten’s bed.
“I can’t believe we just did that! I should have married a witch a long time ago.” Clementine giggled. “Are you sure your mom is okay with us using her room?” Clementine added.
“What are you talking about? She encourages this stuff.” Salem shrugged.
“We should consider kids soon.” Clementine suggested.
“Ew. What? I don’t think so.”
“What? Didn’t your mom give Kizzie and Mel a potion to help them make a baby? Surely you can make that potion too, for us. Right?”
“I don’t know, Clem.”
“What? I’m being serious! Why not?”
Clementine jumped up and grabbed a stuffed bear laying around in Kirsten’s room.
“I’ve always wanted to name my baby Caterpillar!” She said, playfully cradling the bear like a baby.
“That’s such a stupid name.” Salem laughed.
“Seriously! I love babies! I’d be a great mom.” Clementine pleaded.
“Well, the thing is, with that potion, after taking it, it makes you immune to magic. And I ain’t giving up my magic to get knocked up.” Salem argued.
“So I’ll do it! I adore being a witch, but I’d much rather be a mommy. Come on!”
Salem sighed heavily. “Fine, if this is what you want. I’ll make the potion.”
Salem took Clementine to her secret potion station in the back of her moving van that she had ‘found’ and got started making the potion that would allow a same sex couple to conceive a child.
“Well, here goes nothing!”
About a week later, Clementine and Salem sat on the couch one evening discussing, oddly enough, me.
“So what do you think about Lo planning to take a trip to find Donna when your family comes back? Do you think he’ll win her back?
“Please. If she wanted to be with him she’d have come back by now.” Salem scoffed.
Clementine laughed. “So you don’t think all it will take is true love’s kiss and she’ll magically love him again?”
Salem rolled her eyes. “As if.”
I joined them in the living room shortly after.
“Oh hey Lo. We were just talking about you.” Clementine greeted.
“Yeah I heard. Sounded like some serious smack-talk to me!” I said playfully.”Surely I’m not that bad of a kisser, Clem. You never complained.” I winked.
Then Clementine’s face went blank. Clearly, from her expression, I had then realized that Clementine did not in fact tell Salem about us, and that it was something I was supposed to keep between us.
Salem squinted her eyes in my general direction.
“What does that mean? Clementine hasn’t complained yet? What are you talking about?”
“I… uh.. I just meant that she can’t complain because she’s never kissed me, so she wouldn’t know” I struggled.
Clementine could tell that the jig was up, and that I was just making it worse.
She then came clean and told her everything.
“Wow. I knew you were desperate for him but I’d never imagine you’d stoop to that level.” Salem grumbled.
“Salem, it was before you.”
“BEFORE ME?” Salem shouted. “You said you’ve been feeling this way for years, what do you mean before me?”
“It was a mistake Salem, I-”
“And you just kept it from me? Well you can have him Clementine, because we’re through.”
Clementine, more than obviously defeated, sat down quietly on the couch.
“So you’re just going to give up on her, just like that?” I shouted. “You’re not even going to try to talk it out with her?”
“Oh butt out of this! Don’t you think you’ve done enough here?” Salem yelled.
“No. Salem that’s not fair. We both know you love her. I’ve never seen you this happy. Marrying Clementine was the best thing that’s ever happened to you. I’m not going to let you throw this away. She loves you.”
“Why in the hell would I want your leftovers?” Salem sneered.
“Don’t you dare talk about her like that. She is your wife and a human being.”
“Well you obviously both still have feelings for one another. You can have her.”
“Salem, we made a mistake. She loves you, and I still love Donna. It meant nothing.”
“Well if you love little miss Donna so much then why haven’t you figured out prince charming knocked her up by now?”
“Wha-What?” I stuttered.
“W-w-what?” Salem mocked me. “Yeah it’s true. Little miss perfect is expecting. I’ve been trying to use dream seeking to track Clementine’s chances of getting pregnant but your little princess keeps interfering. About a month now.” Salem cackled. “Oh, but don’t worry. Looks like that witch has something freaky planned for the thing.”
“Something freaky, like what?” I questioned.
“I don’t know. The lady is psycho. That’s all I know.”
Suddenly Clementine and Salem’s faces were covered in shock and the front door opened behind me.
“I don’t know what you kids are yelling about, but you have company. Don’t be rude!” Laughed Kirsten, holding on to the arm of… My Dad.