Here's the next chapter. It takes place 3 years after the last chapter. I hope you like it

Chapter 3-Getting By

Three years had passed and finally they began to feel that they might actually handle it, balancing work, the club, the children, their schooling. Their lives had finally gained a rythmn, a routine, and they stuck by it. Pheobe, the once care-free woman who had promised to raise her children differently from her sister's routines and schedules, was now doing the exact same thing.

They moved out of the Halliwell manor as soon as possible. Pheobe knew that she would never be able to move on if she was constantly reminded of everything that had been lost and since she couldn't bring herself to touch or move any of her sisters' belongings, moving out was their only option. They still owned the manor, but left it untouched and only returned when necessary.

Wyatt and Chris handled their parents death a lot better than expected. Since both boys were so young when it happened, they adjusted to change very easily. Chris handled it better than Wyatt, though, too small to even remember small details about hi mom, dad, or aunt. Wyatt had cried for many nights after they had moved, and since there were also two newborn babies in the house, Pheobe and Cole didn't get any sleep until the twins finally started sleeping through the night and Wyatt's nightmares had ceased.

"Wyatt, Chris, time to get up," Pheobe said as she walked into each boy's room.

Chris woke up easily and ran downstairs where his breakfast was waiting for him. Wyatt, on the other hand, was a deep sleeper and took a couple of minutes to get fully awake.

"Come on, buddy. I made your favorite-chocolate chip pancakes. You better go downstairs before Chris eats them all," Pheobe told the boy who immediately jumped out of the bed.

"Chris, you better not eat my pancakes," he screamed as he ran down the stairs.

Pheobe made her way to Ben's room to find that the toddler had already been woken up, dressed, and was now sitting on the floor playing with toys.

"Good morning, baby," Pheobe said as she picked up the blue-eyed boy up. "Where's daddy?"

"Wif Pate," he told her using the name he called his sister.

"Okay, be good," she said as she kissed his forehead and put him back down and left the room.

"Sit still," Cole told his daughter as he tried to finish braiding her hair.

The little girl refused to follow his instructions and continued to fidget.

"Patience, sit still. I'm almost done," Cole said as he wrapped the hair tie around the small portion of dark hair that wasn't braided. "Okay, you can go now."

"Mommy," the girl squealed as Pheobe walked in the room.

She jumped up and down until she was picked up.

"Am I as pwetty as you?" she asked showing off her hair.

"Prettier," Pheobe answered her. "Congratulations, Cole. You've mastered braiding hair."

"Why thank you," Cole told her, smiling as he made his way over to her and kissed her.

They walked down the stairs to the kitchen where Benjamin and Patience were both put in highchairs and given pancakes.

"Cole, can you pick up the letters for my next column? I'll write my column tonight while I'm at P3. Elise said that they're in a box on my desk," Pheobe asked her husband as she cleaned up Wyatt and Chris's breakfast dishes.

"I'll do it on my way home from work. I don't have any meetings and all I'm doing today is paperwork so do you want me to take the twins with me?" Cole asked

"Yeah, that would be great," Pheobe said. "I need to focus on Wyatt and Chris today."

"Come on," Cole said after the twins finished eating. "We gotta go before daddy is late."

"They're working on numbers right now," Pheobe said as she handed Cole the flashcards. "Work with them if you have time."

"I will," Cole said as he put the flashcards in the diaper bag. "Time to go."

He kissed his wife goodbye and told his nephews to be good for their aunt Pheobe as he grabbed his briefcase and the twins diaper bag. He carried Patience as they walked to car, but held Ben's hand, who refused to be held, saying that he was a big boy.

"Wyatt. Chris, go get your books and go to the conservatory," Pheobe told the children as she walked into the room, which had been converted into the perfect home-schooling environment.

And so the day began in the chaotic world of the Halliwells and Halliwell-Turners.

I know, really boring. Not much emotion in this chapter. I had to set it up. I'm trying to add more action/drama to it. Please review!