"The world, one might say," I added.
Drew huffed. "I'm definitely not the best. But I try. And as long as my potions help you I don't care if I'm the best anything," he said.
"You should!" Mrs. Joyce wagged her finger. "The best should charge more. And you definitely could do with charging more premium prices."
He'd been told this a hundred times over but Drew refused to raise his prices. He thought doing so would prevent people from reaching out and getting the help they needed.
He really didn't want any witch, familiar, or any other Nightcrawler to suffer. And after everything he'd been through, who could blame him?
"That will never happen," he said and gave Mrs. Joyce her change.
"Keep it. Treat your husband here to a nice dinner or something," she said and pulled back before Drew could shove the change into one of her pockets.
Drew laughed. "Yaya would have a heart attack. She makes the nicest dinners ever. Why would we have food elsewhere."
Mrs. Joyce shrugged.
"Then buy some nice underwear or sex toys. I don't know. Treat yourself."
I burst out laughing and Drew's cheeks went red.
"Hmmm. I think we need to talk about boundaries next time, Mrs. Joyce."
"Pftt. Boundaries, smoundaries. You need to spoil yourselves rotten. Pip-pip." She waved and the door opened by itself to let her out and we were left laughing as the door shut itself.
"She's crazy," Drew said.
"She's lovely," I told him.
"That too."
The view outside the windows changed like a projector in a cinema and we went from London to New York in an instant, and as soon as we did, Mrs. Black entered the shop.
"Oh thank the goddess. I was desperate," she said and collapsed on the chair by the counter while Drew bagged her order.
Drew's Brews was an international affair, thanks to Spiti. After both Drew and I started a therapy group to help us and all the other men Horus had enslaved, with all the trauma we'd been through and my deep depression, Drew realized he wanted to help others with his gift and I wanted nothing more for him than to make all his dreams come true.
So it didn't take long for the house to create a new wing that acted as a shop front. It had everything a potion witch might need. Stoves, cauldrons, ingredients and a register with change for any currency.
All Drew needed to do from there on, was figure out what potions he needed to make and stock up before he started trading.
Naturally it didn't take long for word to spread and for Drew's potions to become sought after the world over.
"Here you go. This one's on the house," Drew said and Mrs. Black thanked him repeatedly before she left the store. "Poor thing. I really hope her son gets better soon. There's only so much my potions can do to help."
I walked around the counter and hugged him tightly.
"You're the sweetest man in the whole world," I whispered in his ear before I kissed his neck.
I'd missed this. Holding him. I might wake up to him every day and go to bed with him every night but it was never enough. It never would be.
Our therapist said we were co-dependent. She had a lot more theories about my attachment to Drew but I'd called bullshit on half of them as soon as she spoke them.
All I needed to know and all I needed Drew to know was that I loved him and would always love him. He wasn't a replacement for Ra. He wasn't second best. He was my king. My husband. My soulmate and that was all that mattered to me.
"Aw you too. You're sickly sweet," Yaya said and walked in from the back with a letter in her hands.
"Yaya!" Drew groaned.
