Andy spent the rest of the weekend thinking of nothing but Peyton. What would she look like now? He tried to picture a mini Prue running around, playing with dolls and whatever else little girls played with. She would twirl around in his dreams, smiling just like Prue. No matter how hard he tried, Andy just couldn't imagine pieces of him in her. Maybe it was from the guilt. He always questioned giving her up. It wasn't the kind of father he wanted to be.
Prue, however, spent the rest of her weekend with a split mind. Half went toward Peyton and the other half toward Andy. She didn't want to face him. How could she talk about Peyton without mentioning magic? But in her dreams, she pictured her life with Peyton if her own powers weren't bound. Would she have kept her? She imagined sitting in the conservatory, sun shining through the windows, her hand guiding Peyton through a magic exercise.
Both dreaded Monday.
Sorry it's short, I just thought it deserved its own chapter.