Victor woke up with a disappointed sigh; he was hoping that Prue would have opened up a little bit the previous couple nights. Ever since their little chat, Prue had been nicer to him, that he had to admit. It saddened him still that she referred to him by his first name, but he tried to not let it bother him. His eldest daughter had taken it the hardest out of all of his daughters. At first, he thought that Piper would have taken it the hardest, considering that she was the one who saw him leave and never come back. He never would have thought that Prue would have taken a more motherly role in her sisters' lives. Victor looked over at the clock and sighed. It was six in the morning, and he sighed. The girls didn't have to be ready for school for another few hours. The school had what they called a late start. He started to head downstairs, expecting to find the kitchen unoccupied. He started seeing Prue in the kitchen nursing a huge mug of coffee. She didn't seem to notice Victor walking in.
He frowned when he saw his oldest daughter looking at the bills towards the manor. "Prue-," Her gaze turned to him, and it looked like she was about to strike him telekinetically but stopped when she saw it was her father. "Why are you looking at the bills?"
"What do you mean looking?" she questioned. It took Victor a minute to realize that Prue was actually paying for a huge majority of the bills towards the manor.
"You don't have to worry about bills anymore," Victor tried to assure his daughter.
"I am used to doing this..." Prue said turning her gaze back towards the bills. "Grams and I would pay the bills..." she murmured. It was the first time she had even mentioned Penny since she had died. As soon as she uttered Grams, she felt tears entering her eyes. He wanted to reach out and comfort his daughter, but he had no idea how she would react. "I'm ok," she lied. She knew that Victor didn't believe her for one second. He offered his arms out to enfold her into a hug.
He didn't want to push Prue to do anything she didn't want to do. She looked at him, offering comfort that Prue was now desperately craving. Prue got out of her chair, and reluctantly walked over to Victor. He wrapped his arms lightly around her. She buried herself into his body, and he tightened her hold on him. "I got you sweetheart," he murmured into her dark hair.
"I...I miss her so much," she cried out softly into his chest.
"I know you do..." he murmured, squeezing her gently against him. "I wish I can make your pain go away..." She just stayed silent, and felt her rub her head into his chest. "I was wondering when you were going to break down..." Victor murmured.
"I thought that you were just going to leave us again...and I needed to be strong for Piper and Phoebe," she breathed, barely audible to Victor's ears. He frowned lightly; he just wished he could get his daughters' trust again.
"I'm never going to leave you girls again," he promised once again to his eldest daughter. She just nodded her head and pulled away. Victor grabbed a couple tissues and handed them to his daughter.
"Thanks," she hiccuped, taking it to dab her eyes. "I mean it...thanks..." she said again. Victor smiled lightly, gently putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Prue...I want you to go lay back down for a while. You should get some rest before school," he advised.
"I have gotten more than enough sleep..." Prue informed him. "These need to be payed," she murmured.
"Prue...as I said, you don't need to worry about bills anymore," he tried to assure her. "My job gives me more than enough money to pay for the bills. You just have to focus on having some more fun in your life," She just shook her head, and tried to head for the bills again. "Prue," he murmured, gently pulling her away from the bills, and having her sit down on the opposite side of the table. Prue had already written checks for a majority of the bills, and he looked at his daughter in shock.
"What?" Prue questioned. "I save all my money for the bills...that is the main reason why I even got a job in the first place," Victor shook his head; he was glad that Prue knew how to do this, but she shouldn't be having to do this kind of things since she has had a job.
"We will worry about the bill issue later," Victor said. He went looking in the drawers, and Prue looked at him with a curious look in her eyes.
"What are you doing?" she questioned after a moment.
"Looking for some things to cook us breakfast with..." he murmured distractedly. "Do you-,"
"I have the touch of death when it comes to anything in the kitchen," Prue joked lightly, "just ask Piper,"
"Well...what are you in the mood for?" he questioned. Prue shrugged her shoulders, "Omelet?" he questioned.
"Ok," Prue murmured, settling herself in the chair. Victor finally found a pan and started to cook to cook. The clangs of pots and pans and the smell of eggs cooking woke up Piper.
She muffled a groan. She hoped that Prue wasn't the one cooking anything; she could set fire to the house. Piper went over to the night stand and pulled on her glasses. She walked over to her youngest sister's room, and saw that Phoebe was fitfully sleeping. Piper walked into her room, and sat down next to her on the bed. "Phoebs, wake up," instantly her eyes popped open.
"Whats going on Piper?" she questioned softly. She didn't look too well still.
"Phoebe...you look sick still..." Piper murmured. "I'll bring you up some breakfast...I think you should probably stay home," her baby sister just nodded her head, and went back to snuggling against her pillow. Piper sighed, hating to see her baby sister like that. She headed towards the kitchen and saw Prue was eating an omelet.
"Hey sweetheart," Victor said seeing Piper head towards him and Prue.
"Hi Daddy," she yawned. "Let me make you and Phoebe something to eat...I don't think she is feeling too well," Victor frowned lightly, and nodded his head.
He tracked up the stairs, and found Phoebe clutching her pillow tightly. "Phoebe...honey," he whispered, placing a light kiss on her forehead.
"Daddy..." she murmured softly to him.
"I'm going to call the school...you can just rest today..." he promised, "I'll stay home and take care of you..." Phoebe gave him a watery smile, and rested against her pillow once again. "You hungry?" he asked, softly brushing a sweaty lock from her face.
"Just some toast..." she whispered. Her father nodded his head, and placed another sweet kiss on her forehead.
"Be right back sweetheart," he promised, and he left her room. He saw Piper had already whipped up some food. "Piper..."
"I have practice," she said with a sheepish smile, "how is Phoebe?"
"She isn't looking too good," he murmured. "I'm going to stay home with her today,"
"Dad..." Prue said. Victor smiled lightly hearing that coming from her lips, "Don't you have a job?"
"Not a permanent stay in job yet. They are still transferring my information to a permanent office here in San Francisco," That reassured his oldest daughter and she went back to eating. "Are you girls really ready to go back to school?" he questioned to Piper and Prue.
"We need to stay in school..." Prue said. "We can't just forget about it..." she stated a bit defensively.
"You girls just found out you were witches...I wanted to be sure that you are going to be able to cope with it..." Victor murmured softly.
Prue softened her glare, and Piper turned to wrap her Daddy into a hug. "You really...aren't going to leave are you?" she questioned. Victor embraced her tightly.
"No Piper, I'm not ever leaving you girls again," Piper smiled against his chest, before pulling away.
"I'm going to go get ready..." Piper murmured, heading upstairs. Victor sighed, looking at his middle daughter.
"I'm already ready to go," Prue murmured. Victor grabbed a plate of food, and a glass of water.
"I'll be right back Prue," she nodded her head, and watched as her father walked up the stairs. She let out a sigh, as she heard the phone ring. Prue immediately shot to the phone, and answered it.
"Hello?" she murmured.
"Hey Prue," Andy's voice came back from the other line.
"Andy...you are actually up," she said, a smile in her voice. "Usually I have to give you a wake up call by now,"
"Nah," Andy chuckled, "didn't need one today," He inhaled softly, "So how is Phoebe doing?"
"She isn't feeling too well still,"
"Well...is it ok if I just come over now?" Andy questioned suddenly. Prue smiled, tucking a couple strands of hair behind her ear.
"Sure...come on over," she murmured.
"Be over in a few," he said with a smile apparent in his voice. He hung up the phone, and Prue shook her head. She knew that Andy would probably want to talk about colleges and stuff. Before the previous night, she would've been more enthusiastic about it. But now that she was a witch; she had even more to worry about.
Victor walked into Phoebe's room, and sat down gently next to her. "Hey Lady Bug," he murmured, brushing some hair from her face.
"Daddy," she said, opening up her eyes. "You didn't have to-,"
"Piper did," he said before she could finish her sentence. "You doing ok?" Phoebe just nodded her head, and took a piece of toast. She didn't want to tell Victor the real reason she wasn't feeling well. She didn't want to be at school any longer. Ever since she made out with one of the foot ball players from the eighth grade...people had been calling her Freebie. "Sweetie..."
"Just...tired..." Phoebe murmured.
"Ok...well eat your food, and you can go get some sleep," he murmured. She smiled softly, and Victor saw her eyes drooping. "We can just save it for later," he said, placing the plate on her bedside. He brushed his lips on her forehead, "Get some sleep sweetie,"
Phoebe nodded her head, and closed her eyes. Victor smiled and walked out of his youngest daughter's room. She was glad that her daddy was finally home. Maybe once she is reassured that he wasn't leaving, she would confide in him...
