A/N: Last one for now, because that's 3 in one update and I have 3 more, except the last chapter (not complete last, but the third one in the next bunch, ch 11) isn't done yet. I know they are short, so I hope three makes up for it! Please enjoy and please review!

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"I'm Pregnant."

Bryce's eyes lit up with excitement. "Again? Prue, that's wonderful!"

Prue smiled, a hand on her stomach. "I thought you'd be happy."

Bryce hugged her tightly, grinning. "When did you find out?"

"Only recently. I want to go to the doctor, find out if it's a girl or a boy, although it's probably a girl. Halliwell women have been having girls for generations upon generations," Prue replied. "My appointment is at one today. Can you come?"

"Can I? Of course!" Bryce said. "I wouldn't miss it."

Prue smiled at him. "I'm sorry about-"

"Don't apologize, Prue," Bryce replied. "What's done is done and I've forgiven you, although you'll have to earn my trust back. Now, one thing."

Prue nodded. "Anything."

"What's the deal with this Trudeau guy?" Bryce asked.

Prue sighed. "Andy was my boyfriend in high school. After we graduated, we went our separate ways. I lived in the Manor (what we call our house) with Piper and Grams and Phoebe for a while. But then Phoebe went to New York City and Piper and I stayed with Grams, our grandma. When she passed away, Phoebe came back to live with us and we received-" Prue paused. She was being honest with him, but she wasn't about to tell him she was a witch. That was one thing she never wanted to deal with again. "We didn't get along well at first. But Phoebe had an accident and went to the hospital and I ran into Andy. We ended up getting back together and we had this on-again, off-again thing going for a while but . . . I don't know what we were in the end, before my sisters died and I left. And it doesn't matter; I'm married to you and I love you."

Bryce nodded, although he knew immediately she was still hiding something from him. She and her sisters had received what?? What was she hiding? He thought back, thought real hard. And suddenly, he remembered the first day Prue had moved in, when he'd been helping her unpack. She'd found him trying to read that odd book and she'd freaked! He had to find it and see it; maybe it held the answered he sought. But how to get it?

"Prue, we're low on cereal and milk and I was hoping to have some. Could you run to the market and buy some?" Bryce asked.

Prue smiled and nodded. "Sure. I'll be back in a little while. Watch Jaclyn, though. She's still asleep for now but she might wake up soon." She kissed him good-bye, got her bag and keys, and left.

Bryce waited until he couldn't hear her car any longer before going upstairs to their room. He looked around, looking for a place where the book could be hidden. Then he spotted a drawer in the dresser that Prue always insisted he stay out of. She said it was covered in splinters and came off the track easily. He went for it immediately. He opened the drawer – which, of course, was neither splintering nor coming off the track - and looked inside. A book, the same one he had seen on day one, was sitting in the drawer. It was sitting atop a purple, velvet cloth. Different colored candles sat around it and a box of matches was to the top left of it. A bunch of incense and odd ingredients (with labels such as rosemary, eye of newt, etc) sat to the bottom right.

Bryce frowned and moved all the riff raff, very confused and very curious. He lifted the book out and blew dust off the cover and read "The Book of Shadows." Now even more curious, he opened the Book to the first page and read:

"Hear now the words of the witches,

the secrets we hid in the night, the oldest

of Gods are invoked here, the great work of

magic is sought. In this night and in this hour,

I'll call upon the ancient power, bring your

powers to we sisters three, we want the power,

give us the power."

Bryce's eyes widened. It was a book about witchcraft! He flipped through the pages, finding spells, potions, and pages on demons, warlocks, fairies, wolves, and other creatures he thought didn't exist! His body tingled in fear and warning and he dropped the Book onto the bed. The Book opened and the pages slowly turned themselves. They began to flip faster until they stopped dead on a certain page.

It was a binding spell, to bind a witch's powers. A piece of paper was placed on the page, with Prue's handwriting on it. It was the same spell, but with a few changed to it. And from the looks of it, Prue had used the spell to bind a baby's powers . . . Their child? Bryce wondered, eyes wide. This was beginning to get very creepy. No, correction: from the moment he had found the Book, things had gotten creepy. Was Prue a witch? Were their born child and unborn child going to be a witch? Had Prue bound the baby's powers?

Bryce heard Prue's car pull into the driveway and her car door slam shut. He quickly put the Book back in the drawer and closed the drawer. He ran downstairs and jumped onto the couch. He put the TV on and pretended to be absorbed in the football game.

"Football?" Prue asked as she came in, sitting beside him and placing the grocery bag on the floor. "You never watch football."

Bryce shrugged. "Yeah. Well, there's nothing else on," he replied, trying not to sound scared or worried or suspicious.

Prue nodded. "Well, I got your cereal and milk." She kissed him and left the room.

Bryce stared after her. Bryce shook his head, wondering if he should question Prue, ask her about the Book and her and her sisters. He wanted to know, desperately. But he didn't want her to know he had snooped through her things; he might be scared and curious, but he didn't want to upset her. He could be reading into this the wrong way. There were could be a million reasons why Prue had a book of witch craft, candles, and incense in her drawer.

Bryce blinked, realizing how stupid that sounded.

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Four years later. Prue has given birth to Alexandra "Alex" Pamela Walters, who is 3 years old and can say "mommy" and "daddy" and can walk. Jaclyn is 4 years old. Note: I don't know hold old a baby is before they started talking and walking, so bear with me if she's too young!

Bryce sat on the living room couch, staring into space. It had been two years since he'd discovered the Book of Shadows and he still hadn't asked Prue about it. He should, he knew, but he wasn't sure how to ask and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to know.

"Earth to Bryce, come in Bryce."

Bryce jumped and turned to see Prue, dressed in jogging clothes.

"I'm going for a run," Prue told him. He nodded. Prue kissed him and smiled, then left.

Outside, a tick blanket of snow covered the street, grass, trees, houses, etc. It was cold; Prue felt wide awake and alert as she jogged down the sidewalk, carefully in case there was any ice under the snow.

About two blocks away from her house, she paused. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she feared someone was watching her. She turned around, her pale blue eyes scanning the area. No one there. Then why did she feel so on edge? Her instincts never deceived her.

"Who's there?" Prue called out, her breathing labored.

Suddenly, a man appeared beside Prue. He grinned at her.

Prue gasped and backed away.

The man lunged at her and before she could back away-

Prue screamed.