A/N: Hey! Sorry for the delay. I had a huge term paper to work on and the light in my room died! So I've been doing things in the dark. Anyway, thanks for helping me pick a name for Melinda's baby! I had a lot to choose from and I finally found one like – two, actually: one for her first name, and one for her middle name.

Note: Originally, I placed Part Two (Children of Light) as a continuation of the original fic, and placed it as the same story because I didn't know how long this and the other (soon to come) sequels would be. However, I'm getting really into this one and it could be very long. Also, I'm considering, after "A Vision…" is done, making a mini-series using Melinda, Wyatt, Chris, Scott, Katelyn, Samantha, Melinda's baby (Name – you'll see soon!) and others. If you like the idea LET ME KNOW! Because I do have a ton of other ideas to use.

Since most of you replied with name suggestions, I'm going to just do one big THANKS! For the reviews . . . also because I'm using my laptop, wireless, and the battery will die in an hour or two and my rooms to dark to see, so I have little time. Lol.

Also, this chapter may be a little short. But trust me, it's worth it!

Anyway, let me start!

Please enjoy! And please review!

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(Two weeks after Baby was born. Let's pretend Melinda has her figure back, even though, realistically, she wouldn't. Lol.)

It was two in the morning, a time when Melinda would normally be asleep. Ha, not tonight. Not anymore. Not since her daughter had been born.

At the moment, Melinda was standing by the crib that had been placed in Scott's apartment, rocking her child in hopes of calming and soothing her. Melinda's eyes were blood shot and she had bed head.

"Hey," Scott said, walking over to her, awoken by Melinda's desperate please to their daughter. "She won't sleep again?"

Melinda shook her head groggily, seeming more drugged than sleep-deprived.

"This has happened every night since she was born. She just won't sleep!" Melinda complained. "I love her but I need to sleep. I don't get to sleep during the day and I don't get to sleep at night."

"Come here, Charlotte," Scott said, taking the wailing child from Melinda and rocking her.

Melinda watched, a smile on her face and tears forming in her eyes.

A few days after Charlotte had been born, Melinda and Scott had sat down and spoken. Really spoken. About them, about Charlotte, abote eventually moving out of the Manor (Which Wyatt and Chris knew nothing about), and about magic and who Melinda really was. She had answered all his questions, including every single detail she could muster. It had been hard for him to accept at first; however, he had begun to accept and appreciate it. But to be fair, Melinda restricted her magic and power use until Scott became more comfortable with it all.

It seemed like forever, but Scott finally got Charlotte to go to sleep. He gently placed her in her crib, put a finger to his lips, and guided Melinda back to his bed with him. They got in, as quietly as they could, and snuggled under the sheets.

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Three and a half hours later (5:30 am), Scott and Melinda were up once again with a shrieking Charlotte.

"This is insane! I love her, but this is insane!" Melinda cried, going to the crib and picking Charlotte up. She rocked her gently, shushing her.

"Maybe she's hungry," Scott offered nonchalantly.

"No, I-" Melinda paused and narrowed her eyes at him. "Nice try, but you're not getting' any for a while. I'm not going through another nine months of pregnancy with it's weird cravings, aches and pains, and morning sickness that doesn't just come in the morning."

"Just a peak?" Scott whimpered, pouting.

Melinda laughed and shook her head. She passed Charlotte to Scott on the bed and, facing him, stripped off her pajamas, then turned and sauntered off to the bathroom. She left the door open and hopped in the shower.

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An hour later, Melinda buckled Charlotte into the back seat of Scott's RSX, then got in the front passenger seat. Scott waited until Melinda had closed the door and buckled up before pulling away.

Melinda and Scott alternated staying at the Manor and Scott's apartment. They were usually at the Manor, though, because Wyatt and Chris needed her. Sometimes Scott stayed alone at the apartment and Melinda stayed with her cousins and baby at the Manor.

The drive was fairly short. Charlotte, for once, didn't cry. She was too fascinated by the world zooming by, although she was too short to see much over the rim of the car window.

Melinda held Charlotte as she and Scott walked to the Manor door and let themselves in.

"Hello?" Melinda called, feigning cheerfulness to hide her sleepy stupor.

Wyatt came walking into the foyer grinning. "There's my favorite niece!" He scooped Charlotte out of Melinda's arms and held her close, still grinning stupidly.

Melinda cleared her throat. "'Hi Melinda, how are you?' Oh fine, thanks."

Wyatt gave her a sheepish shrug. "Sorry. What's up, cuz? Scott?"

"We're fine," Melinda replied, trying not to let on how tired she was.

Scott nodded in agreement. "Where's everyone else?"

"Chris is out with Samantha. I just got home from P3. Katelyn is supposed to come over later and we're heading out for lunch."

Melinda nodded. "Sounds fun. What club do you have booked for tonight?"

"Five for Fighting," Wyatt replied.

Melinda wrinkled her nose. "Aren't they, like, old?"

"Not that old. Besides, their music isn't completely intolerable and they were the only ones I could book so late."

Melinda frowned. "So late? You always book 5 days worth of bands on Sunday. It's Friday."

Wyatt shrugged, blushing. "I've been busy."

Melinda eyes him, then shuddered. "Yeah, I don't want to know.."

Scott stared at them blankly. They weren't telepathic, from what he knew. Maybe it was some kind of cousin/witch thing?

Charlotte began to fuss and Wyatt rocked her gently.

"So," he said, changing the subject. "The old Halliwell Crib is set up in your room if you want to put Charlotte down for a nap."

Melinda nodded, taking Charlotte and disappearing up the steps.

Wyatt waited a moment, then glanced at Scott.

"Is everything all set on your end?" he asked.

Scott nodded. "Everything's planned. What about you? Please tell me you didn't book Five for Fighting."

Wyatt chuckled and shook his head. "No way. I booked Daniel Beddingfield, Melinda's favorite."

"Good," Scott said, nodding. "I think we're good. Are Chris and Samantha getting the last minute stuff?"

"Yeah," Wyatt said, nodding. "And after lunch, Katelyn and I are going to drop by the club to finish up."

Scott nodded. "Thanks, man."

Wyatt nodded, and was about to say something else when Melinda walked back in.

"Okay, Charlotte's asleep. I don't know how long that will last, so let's go eat some breakfast while we have time," she said to Scott. She glanced at Wyatt. "When will Katelyn be here?"

Wyatt shrugged. "Five minutes? I should probably wait outside."

"Well have fun," Melinda said, smiling.

She started to walk to the kitchen when a noise startled her and made her freeze. She strained to listen and heard it again.

"Charlotte-" Melinda gulped, turning and bolting up the steps.

"Melinda!" Wyatt called. He and Scott ran after her, but falling behind. Melinda's maternal instincts had hit and somehow she was running twice as fast as she normally did.

Wyatt and Scott stopped short in the doorway to Melinda's room. Melinda was on the floor, leaning against the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms grasping a shredded pink baby blanket with a triquetra on it.

Wyatt walked slowly into the room and stared gravely at the empty, broken crib.

"She's g-gone," Melinda sobbed. "My baby is gone!"