A/N: Ah! I'm so bad! I'm delaying so much on these postings! But I'm working on 2 new fics. One I have 10 chapters and I'm having writers block and the other is in the developing stages and I'm hoping to start writing soon. And I don't want to have to make you guys wait weeks for a new fanfic once I finish this one, which only has this chapter and 3 more after!

Dr. Magic, PhD, Hm . . . guess you'll find out some of those answers in due time. Whew . . . so many good questions! I'm almost thinking that 24 chapters aren't enough!

wyatt333, You know, I never came up with powers for the kids. But I can list them anyway, since I have a pretty good idea what they would be! Here goes: Payton: Piper's powers plus Whitelighter Abilities, minus healing. Pandora: Premonitions, Empathy. Phoenix: Telekinesis, Whitelighter Powers, plus healing. Presley: Telekinesis, orbing, blowing things up. Paisley: Premonitions, empathy, fireballs, flame teleportation last 2 because her father was Collin, demon boy. Patience: Orbing-Telekinesis, Whitelighter Powers plus healing. How's that?

CuteLittleBritt, Glad you like it!

Okay, here goes! Hope you all enjoy chapter 21 and please review!

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Payton gasped, nearly fainting. It was her! It was Presley! She couldn't believe it; it was too good to be true. What a coincidence for her daughter to have wondered into her club!

"P-Presley?" Payton repeated, eyes brimming with tears.

Presley nodded. "My adoptive parents told me that when my mother left me at the church, she made the nun promise her that she'd make sure whoever adopted me kept that name, along with my middle name, Piper."

"Oh my god," Payton gasped, stepping closer still to the girl.

Scared, Presley stepped back. "I-I should go, I think. I-I'm sorry I bothered you."

"Please don't go, Presley! I lo-" Payton paused, stepping closer. "Don't leave. I lost you once and I regretted it after. I won't loose you again."

"What?" Presley asked, completely confused. "What are you talking about?" But then it seemed to sink in. Presley's eyes widened. "Mom?"

Payton nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Yes. I'm your mom."

"Why? Why did you leave me?" Presley demanded, after the shock of finding her mom had worn off.

"I had to, sweetie," Payton replied, biting her lip. "I didn't want to but I had to. You were safer away from me. You were safer in a different part of California with no idea who you really were and who I was."

"I'd be safer with my own mother," Presley snapped. "All these years, I thought I belonged to the Jackson's, come to find out I was adopted and my birth-mother left me absolutely no way to find her."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I really am. I swear, if I had realized it would be safe, I never would have let you go. It hurt so much and every day I wished I had you with me," Payton explained, tears in her eyes.

"How could I not be safe with you?" Presley demanded, her eyes hard and filled with anger and hurt.

Payton tried to stop the flow of tears sliding down her face but it was impossible. "You don't understand, Presley. There were certain circumstances at the time that prevented me from keeping you. Do you think I wanted to give you, my first and only daughter, away? Do you think I enjoyed watching my cousins have children who they got to know?"

"If they could keep their kids, why couldn't you keep me?" Presley snapped. She was s happy to finally find her birth mother but at the same time, she felt abandoned.

"Fine, I'm a bad mother," Payton replied, her voice low, barely a whisper.

Presley suddenly felt overwhelmed by guilt, though she wasn't completely sure why. It was her mother, the woman who had abandoned her at birth, who should feel guilty. So, Presley thought, why do I feel guilty?

"No, you aren't a bad mother. I just . . . I just wish I knew why you gave me up," Presley said softly, now close to tears herself.

"And," Payton replied, "if I could, I would. But I can't. Not yet, at least." She paused. "Presley, would you like to come home with me and meet my cousins and their daughters? I'm not sure, but their husbands might be home, too . . . and maybe even your father."

Presley's eyes widened at the thought of meeting her real family and maybe even her dad, so she nodded eagerly.

Payton smiled. "Come on, my car is parked outside." She led Presley outside and to the car. Once they were both inside, Payton turned the car on, shifted into gear, and began the drive home.

"So, do you own that cool club?" Presley asked, after several moments of awkward silence.

"Sort of," Payton answered, smiling. "My mom owned it. The name – P3 – stands for her and her sisters; Prue, Piper, and Phoebe. My mom's name was Piper, which is why I chose that for your middle name. Prue and my mom lived in the Halliwell Manor together with their grandma until Grams passed away. Phoebe moved in with them after that. Three years later, Prue was killed. But shortly after her funeral they found out they had a half-sister, Paige. After a few weeks, Paige moved in with them. But-" Payton paused, tears in her eyes. "Fifteen years ago, my mom and aunts were killed. I was eighteen when it happened. My cousins – Pandora and Phoenix - and I were left alone to take care of ourselves. I took over the club for my mom."

Presley said nothing. She had so many questions but she didn't know where to start and she didn't want to seem rude; she had just met her mom.

"Uhm, what's your name?" Presley finally asked.

Payton frowned. "I never said?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"No," Presley replied.

"Payton," Payton said.

"How come every name in your family begins with a 'p'?" Presley asked curiously.

Payton glanced at her, then back at the road. "It's just a family tradition that started a long time ago and each generation of Halliwell women continues the tradition." She laughed, adding, "Unfortunately, we're running out of 'p' names."

Presley managed a smile. She hesitated before asking her next question, one that she knew Payton wouldn't like. "Why do so many people in your family . . . get killed?"

Payton frowned, glancing at her again before looking at the road. "I don't know," she lied. "My mom's mom was killed and Grams – my mom's grandma – died of a heart attack. It's just . . . I don't know." Her body became slightly tense and she stepped on the gas a little more.

Presley bit her lip, realizing she'd asked the wrong thing. Hoping to change the subject, she asked, "What's everyone's names? Just so I know what to call them."

"Pandora and Phoenix are my cousins. Pandora's husband is Collin and her daughter's name is Paisley. Phoenix's husband is Alexander and her daughter's name is Patience. Paisley's seven and Patience is five," Payton informed her.

"I'll never remember all those names," Presley admitted.

Payton laughed. "Don't worry, they'll understand. Everyone will probably be too happy to see to even care if you remember them or not." She paused as she cut the engine on the car. "Well, here we are, home sweet home."

Presley looked up at the manor with wide, excited eyes. "Home sweet home."