Charles, Mitch, and Scott were seated at the table while the kids played.

"So, I understand that your children are... Special." Charles broke the brief silence as he spoke to Scott and Mitch.

"Yes, the kids are... Gifted. Like use." Scott replied as he held Mitch's hand under the table.

"How so?" Charles asked as he watched the children play.

Suddenly, Ken was next to him. Then, he was at the fridge. Then, he was back to playing with Violet and his dinosaur toys.

"Teleporter?" Charles asked as he watched Ken carefully before redirecting his attention towards the parents.

Mitch shook his head. "Nope, just fast. Really fast."

Charles nodded and pointed to Violet. "What about her?"

Violet was playing with the blocks but one of them fell and she kept the others in the air as she went to grab the fallen block.

"Fascinating." Charles whispered, mostly to himself.

"So... We asked you to meet us because we-" Scott was interrupted when Mitch glared at him." My mistake. Because I am interested in enrolling our children into your school of gifted children."

"Well, there is certainly room for them on our campus." Charles grinned at the thought of teaching more children.

"Will we be able to visit?" Mitch asked.

"Absolutely. You can come by to see and interact with your children when ever you want."

"Are my babies gonna be safe?"

"Absolutely. With other children around them that also have... Gifts, they should be very safe. I pity the poor soul that would dare to come to my school looking for trouble." Charles said in a serious tone.

"Excuse me if I seem... Uneasy. I just don't want to jump into this knowing that my little angels are gonna be so far away."

"That is completely understandable." Charles smiled.

"So, how old are they?"

"11 months." Scott answered this time.

"Well, I usually enroll children at ages 5 and up. But since your children are so fascinating... I'd like to enroll them as soon as possible. When would that be best for you?" Charles asked as he continued to examine the children.

"Maybe... Next year?" Scott said as he looked down at a pouting Mitch. Mitch sighed and said something that shocked Scott. "That's fine."

"Honey, are you sure?" Scott said as he rubbed his thumb over Mitch's knuckles. Mitch nodded and looked Charles straight into the eye.

" You will watch over my children with your LIFE. If they come back with even a scratch... I will set you on FIRE!" Mitch shouted into Charles mind, catching him off guard.

"I promise, Mx. Grassi-Hoying, I will protect your children." Charles replied back into Mitch's mind. Mitch nodded and gently squeezed Scott's hand.

Charles stood and shook their hands. "Thank you, for inviting me into your, rather lovely, home. I hope to see you again soon."

"It was our pleasure." Scott said as he shook Charles' hand. Charles walked back to his car and gave a final wave before Mitch closed the door.

"Fucking polite, handsome, sexy accent having,awesome hang having bitch." Mitch mumbled as he went into the kitchen and grabbed some water.

"Honey, you can't be angry forever. You just have to-" Scott was interrupted by a crashing sound.

Violet threw Ken into a wall because he kept grabbing at her.

Scott and Mitch raced to help the small child out of the wall.

Mitch squared down to Violet's height and grabbed her hand.

"No! You do not treat your brother like that!" Mitch said as he gave her hand a gentle, yet firm, slap. Violet cried violently as small objects around the house went flying everywhere. Mitch froze her and took her to the nursery.

Scott was calming Ken down as he placed his frozen teething ring onto his head. "Poor baby. Don't cry, don't cry. Daddy's here to make it all better."

Ken calmed down a little and fell asleep on Scott's chest. Mitch hand sat down in front of him to find out if there was any damage other than his head. After he confirmed that there wasn't any other damage, he held his fingers to his temple to see if there was any brain damage. There was none and Mitch nearly let out all of the air in his lungs with a sigh of relief.

Scott placed Ken in his bed and Mitch made Violet go to sleep.

"That was... Something." Mitch said as he walked with Scott down the stairs.

"Yeah. Let's just hope it doesn't happen again." Scott said as he leaned down to kiss Mitch's forehead. Mitch blushed and stood on his tippy toes to kiss Scott's cheek.

There was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." Scott said as he walked towards the door.

When he opened the door, he nearly fainted.

"Hello, I just moved in next door and wanted to meet my new neighbors." The woman said as she held her hand out to Scott.

"Beyoncé." Scott whispered as he shook her hand.

"Yes, I am."

"Scotty! Who's at the door?" Mitch said as he walked towards the door.

"Oh, this must be your husband." Beyoncé said as she shook Mitch's hand.

"Oh my Avi, hi. First of all, I'm a huge fan. Secondly, welcome to the neighborhood." Mitch said as he shook her hand while trying to keep his cool.

Mitch read her mind and nearly passed out.

'Oh my god! I am obsessed with my new neighbors!"

"Well, I should get going. Also, before I go, I wanted to invite you to my neighborhood party and I would love it if you would come."

"Absolutely. That sounds fun. We'll definitely there. Thank you." Mitch said as he held Scott still.

"No problem. I'll see y'all tomorrow afternoon." Beyoncé said before she turned on her heals and went to the next neighbor. Mitch closed the door and looked Scott in the eye.

"Scott."

"Mhm."

"Beyoncé Gazelle Knowles Carter... Is our new neighbor."

They looked into each other's eyes for eight more seconds before they freaked the fuck out.

"Oh my god!"

"I can believe this is happening!"

"Our life is now even more perfect!" They finally said in unison.

They went to bed practically dancing as they lye in their bed. They sealed their daily love with a kiss before drifting off to sleep, grinning like fools.

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Okay... Beyoncé's powers?

Water Manipulation?

Fire Manipulation?

Shape Shifting?

Mutant Detection?

Perfection?(aviously that's already true)

Flight?

Y'all decide. It's gonna be a debate. Y'all will collectively come to a verdict and that shall be the power. You have to decide as a team!