(Chapter 3: Morgan Riordan)
(BOS entry included)
Moira keeps me awake most of the night, but I don't mind. I can't sleep anyway. I can't help thinking that something terrible is going to happen. Hunter has told me over and over again that I'm not to worry, but I still do. By now I know that I should trust my instincts.
I keep thinking about Phoebe Halliwell's funeral. When her sister Paige shook my hand, I felt a connection. I haven't told Hunter.
-M.R
Morgan POV
When I woke up in the morning, there was something different about me. It was if there was someone else inside me. Then it hit me: a baby. I was pregnant again!
"Hunter!" I yelled down the stairs to my husband who was downstairs feeding our daughter Moira. She was now thirteen months old with long wavy hair that was the same white-blonde as her daddy's and big hazel eyes that were a bit more green than mine. She was a beautiful baby and very powerful. She had the Riordan strength.
"What is it, honey?" He asked, rushing up to me.
"Hunter," I said, shaking with excitement and joy. "We're going to have another kid. A baby boy! I'm pregnant!" A wide smile spread across Hunter's gorgeous face as he took me in his arms.
"Oh, by the Goddess!" He cried. "Morgan, that's fabulous news!"
Just before we kissed, Paige Halliwell appeared in the hallway, surrounded by a glowing blue light.
"What the hell?" I shrieked a split second before I fainted.
A.N-I know this is a short chapter, but the next one will be longer! I promise! Please review.