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A/N: The ::sniff:: final chapter of my first fic, ever. ::tears:: So sad...
Sorry the chapters have been so short, like I said, this was my first fic. They looked a lot longer when I was writing them by hand on scraps of looseleaf paper. Anywhoo, I'm currently working on a bizillion fics at one time, but I'll start working on the sequel to this if I get enough reviews.
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A few hours later, the four sisters were sitting in the living room. Prue, Piper, and Phoebe were trying to help Portia comtemplate the events of the past few weeks. She had known what was going to happen, but somehow knowing and living it turned out to be two completely different things. Still, her sisters thought she was coping well.

'It would be so much better for her if we could help her deal with this full-time.' Piper was surprised to hear this thought come into her head. She'd never before considered asking Portia to live with them. She glanced at Prue and Phoebe, and realized that they were thinking the same thing.

Just then, Victor came in. Portia looked up, and could tell something was going on. Piper could sense it too, and she had the strangest feeling that what her father was about to say was somehow connected to the thoughts that had just been running through her head.

"Girls," he began awkwardly, "I have to go on a series of business trips that will keep me away for quite some time, and I was wondering if - providing you all agree, of course - if Portia could... maybe stay here a while?"

"Definately," Prue said immedeately. "I mean, if she wants to." she added.

"Of course I want to!" Portia exlaimed. She'd love to be able to get to know her sisters that way, and if they were willing, there was no way she was going to pass up this chance.

She jumped up to hug her father, followed by Piper, Prue, and Phoebe. Portia, squished into the center of this big group hug, giggled contentedly, looking around her. This was the complete family she'd always wanted. She was home.