A/N: I'm so sorry about the wait! I don't know what's up with me. I usually always do a chapter per day. I'm truly sorry. Forgive me?

Svata2004:Mucho thanks for reviewing. I'm glad you like the fic and I hope you continue to enjoy it!

I'm working on my next fic, plus I'm trying to come up with either a part 2 of 3 or a sequel to this, one good enough so it won't suck in comparison to this. If there's a delay in my posting a new fanfic after I finish this one, I apologize and don't fret; I'm just barely even half way down with the new one and I don't want it to suck!

Kay, enjoy everyone! And please, please review!

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Two Years Later

It was Phoenix's turn. Despite everything her cousin's had gone through, she had decided to have a home birth; now she was sorry.

The pain was so excruciating that she was nearly blinded by it. Well, okay, maybe she was exaggerating. But she was pregnant and bitchy and she was allowed to exaggerate. She tried to imagine something happy but each contraction brought on more pain. She tried to imagine how happy she would be when this was all over but that, too, was impossible.

"Okay, ready? It's time to push," Payton informed her cousin. She was becoming a pro at this, having gone through it once and having delivered Pandora's baby two years before.

"No," Phoenix whined, shaking her head. "No, it hurts."

"We warned you. But no, you had to have a home birth just like us," Pandora reminded her.

"Shut up," Phoenix whined, taking two deep breaths before pushing. "Aaaaahhh!" she cried, squeezing Alexander's hand so tightly, she could have sworn she heard the sound of bones cracking.

"Okay, relax," Payton ordered. She waited a few seconds, then nodded slightly. "Okay, push again. The baby's almost out; I can see a head."

Phoenix groaned, but pushed anyway; the way she saw it, the less she complained and the more she pushed, the sooner this would all be over and the pain would be gone.

"One more push, sweetie. You can do it," Payton said encouragingly.

Phoenix complied, pushing with every ounce of strength she had left. Soon after, she heard the soft whiny sounds of a little baby.

"Surprise, surprise: it's another girl," Payton said, smiling. She waited for Alexander to extract his hand from Phoenix's death grip to cut the umbilical cord, then she cleaned the baby up and wrapped her in the baby blanket. She walked to Phoenix's side and handed her daughter.

"Patience Paige Halliwell," Phoenix said with a smile, "welcome to the world."

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A/N: Ah, finally! The moment you've all been waiting for, I'm sure. This will mark the "16 years later" I promised back in chapter 18 or 19. So, to help everyone become a little less confused: Payton is 34, Pandora is 32, and Phoenix is 30. Pandora's daughter, Paisley, is seven years old now and Phoenix's daughter, Patience, is Five years old. Both Paisley and Patience know about their powers and use them often, but know not to tell anyone or use their powers outside the manor. Enjoy!!

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Five Years Later

"Wake up sleepyheads!" Pandora said, standing between the two beds where Paisley and Patience slept and tickling them.

Paisley giggled and curled up into a ball. "Mommy, that tickles!"

Patience whimpered and rolled over in bed. She was very cranky first thing when she woke up.

"Patience come on, it's time to get up," Pandora said firmly. But the little girl still refused to move. "Now, young lady, before I get your mom in here."

Patience whimpered again and sat up. "Awight, auntie Pandora, I'm getting up," she huffed, standing and jumping up and down on the bed.

"Hey, no jumping, silly," Pandora said, picking her up. "Come on Paisley. Aunt Payton made you girls blueberry muffins."

"Yay!" Paisley cried, jumping out of bed and running out of the room.

Pandora laughed and followed after her, Patience in her arms. She followed Paisley down to the kitchen where she put Patience down in one of the seats.

"Morning, cuties," Payton said, smiling at her two nieces. "I made your favorite." She walked to the table and put a plate down in front of each girl. On the plates were one blueberry muffin each with cut up strawberries for eyes and more blueberries for noses.

"I'm working on my column from home today so I can baby-sit," Pandora told Payton. "Phoenix already left for Magic School."

"I have to go to the club but I won't be long," Payton replied, gathering her bag and car keys. "Call my cell if you need anything, kay?"

"Sure thing," Pandora promised, waving good-bye.

Payton left the house and got into her mom's old Jeep Cherokee. She pulled out of the driveway and made her way to P3. The traffic was unusually light for this time of morning in San Francisco and Payton made great timing.

She parked in her usual spot and got out of the car. She walked to the door and unlocked it, walked in, and let the door slam shut as she walked to the bar and sat down. She sighed dramatically; it was time to write checks and such, her least favorite thing in the world.

"All right, let's get this done," Payton mumbled to herself, pulling out the bills and check book from her bag. She plopped the stuff on the bar top and began riffling through it.

Something creaked.

She jumped, looking around for the source of the noise. But she didn't see anything. Frowning, she went back to her checks.

Thump, thump.

This time, Payton jumped out of her seat and turned around, heart pounding.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" she snapped.

A young girl, who couldn't have been older than fifteen or sixteen, walked down the steps of the club. She had long, wavy brown hair that fell to a few inches below her shoulders and chocolate brown eyes. She wore a pair of hip hugging, low cut jeans and a blue tank top with dirty white shoes. She looked tired, hungry, and scared.

"Can I help you?" Payton asked, relaxing now that she saw it was only a young girl.

"I-I-" the girl began, gulping. "I'm kind of lost. I-I ran away from home and now I don't know where I am," the girl cried.

Payton's eyes widened and she frowned slightly. "It's okay. I can help you get home, okay? You just have to trust me," she said, walking towards the girl.

"No!" the girl cried, backing up a step. "I don't want to go home. I want to find my mother, my real mother. My parents told me I was adopted. They told me yesterday, after sixteen years of living with them. They said my mother left me at a church in San Francisco but didn't leave her name or anything else. I don't want to go home, I just want to find my mother. I know it seems crazy to look for a nameless person in a city the size of San Francisco but I just have to find her. I have to know why she abandoned me."

Payton's eyes widened even more. The girl was adopted? She was sixteen? Her heart pounded as everything added up; the church, the nameless mother. But could it possibly be true? After all these years could it be-

"What's your name?" Payton asked gently.

The girl frowned, but said, "My name? Well, if my parents didn't lie to me about that, too, then my name is Presley."