A/N Yay i finally finished chapter two! I had some writers block for a day or so but i fnally managed to get rid of it.Thanks to the people that reviewed and anyone else that read the story! This chapter mainly fills in the blanks about Keighley and her mother but the bit at the end gets back to the main story plot. Oh and i also added two more cousins into the story that weren't mentioned in the first chapter. It didn't feel right to just have one! Anyway...On with the story!

After dropping Keighley off at her school Chris drove back to the manor. When he got out of the car something caught his eye. A tall figure was standing across the street from him. It was dressed in a long black cloak with a hood which covered the top part of its face but for some reason Chris had a feeling that it was watching him, apart from the fact that it was facing him. He thought there was something strange about the figure but he decided to brush it off and jogged up the steps towards the manors front door. Before opening the door and stepping inside Chris turned around once more to take a look at the figure. He frowned. It was gone from the space across the road and, looking down both ways of the street, Chris saw he was nowhere to be seen.

"Weird" he muttered under his breath.

He shrugged and stepped inside the manor. After taking off his jacket and hanging it on a free peg, Chris walked through the foyer.

"Hello! Anybody home!" he called.

When no-one answered he sighed. He had at least expected his Grandpa to be in but obviously he was away having a life. Unlike Chris. He shook his head and walked into the living-room. Sitting down on the sofa he took the chance to look at all the family photos on the wall. A couple of years ago, his mom had dragged out a box of family photos from the attic and decided to frame the best ones. She had hung them all together on the wall above the mantle. Chris smiled at them all. They brought back great memories. Most of them had been ones of him, Wyatt and their cousins growing up but the wall had been updated and now there were pictures of them grown-up and of the whole family and some close friends like his Godfather, Darryl and his Godmother, Sheila. There were also pictures of his Aunt Prue and other ancestors like his Grandmother and Great-Grandmother because his mom thought they should have their place on the "family wall" too in remembrance. They saw them and talked to them that often though, so it wasn't exactly hard to forget them.

Chris stood in front of what his mom said was one of her favourite photos. It was one of him and Wyatt when they were quite young. If he remembered correctly he was about seven and Wyatt just about to turn nine. In the photo they were both sitting cross-legged on the floor, their faces glowing with laughter. They both had lopsided Christmas cracker hats on there heads and a party popper each in one hand. Wyatt had his pointed up in the air ready to tug the string and Chris had already pulled his so there was stringy confetti floating in front of them. He remembered it was at the Christmas party that his mom and aunts threw every year.

That was the year that Grandpa had come to live with them. He had been persuaded by the sisters because they didn't like the thought of him living by himself. Then when he had a heart attack they were even more persistent and he finally gave in. He had said to them later (when Chris was eavesdropping) that he actually liked being there because it meant he got to spend as much time as he wanted with his daughters (even though Paige wasn't his real daughter they had formed quite a strong relationship and so he still considered her one) and grandchildren.

Tearing his eyes away from the photo Chris looked at one of the most recent ones. It was one of him and Keighley. In the photo he was sitting in an armchair with Keighley sitting on his lap. He had his arm encircled around her gently and she was leaning right back against him. Photo Chris had a broad smile on his face whilst Keighley had a slightly toothless five year old smile on her face which was glowing with happiness.

"She looks so much like her mother" Chris thought, happy and slightly sad at the same time.

Her name had been Bethica Kaynon. Chris remembered when he first met her. He was 14 years old and she was new to the high school. She had moved from Alabama and was so nervous about being in a big city like San Francisco and starting a new school. They had bumped into each other in the hallway and she had dropped her books like in movies. He had bent over to help her pick her pick them up and their eyes had met. He had given her a grin and apologised. She had smiled back and graciously brushed it off. After that he had showed her around the school and they soon became great friends. Then that turned into something more. Chris remembered how nervous he had been when he first asked her out but to his great happiness and relief she had said yes with a huge smile on her face. They grew closer and closer as time went on and Chris hadn't been so happy in his life. He even told her the family "secret" when he thought he could trust her enough. She had been completely fine with it and had found it cool that he had magic powers. She had told him she liked the orbing best. His family had been a bit wary when they knew she knew the secret but she had managed to prove to them she wasn't going to tell anyone and so they began to warm greatly to her and were glad that he had found some-one he really liked.

Then one night when they were sixteen they were making out in Bethica's bedroom. Her parents had went away for the weekend so Bethica had the place her to her self. In the heat of the moment one thing had led to another…

Chris remembered the frantic call from Bethica a week afterwards.

Flashback

"Bring bring…bring bring"

Chris picked up the phone which was ringing in the kitchen.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Chris? Good it's you! You need to orb over straight away!" Bethica said urgently on the other end of the phone.

"Why what's wrong!" he asked worriedly.

"Please just come quickly! It's urgent!" and she hung up.

Chris put the phone back in it's holder and quickly orbed over to Bethica's house, just outside her bedroom door.

"Bethica!" he called.

"I'm in here!" Bethica called from the bathroom just behind him.

"Bethica?" he paused outside the door.

"Just come in, the doors unlocked" she said.

Chris pushed open the door and stepped inside. Bethica was sitting on the toilet seat, grasping something in her hand. She looked up at him with a mixed expression on her face. He saw worry, panic and a tiny bit of happiness.

"Bethica? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

Bethica looked down at her hands, fiddling with the object in her hand.

"Chris…I'm…I'm…she stuttered struggling to get the words right.

"Bethica?" Chris knelt down in front of her and lifted her chin with one of his hands so he could look into her eyes. "What's wrong?"

She looked deep into his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Chris," she began and she passed him the object she had been holding in her hand. He looked at him and the realisation dawned on him. He looked up at her too shocked to speak. She confirmed his thoughts.

"I'm pregnant"

End of flashback

Chris remembered how scared they had been. They were only kids themselves! How were they supposed to raise one? The hardest part was telling the families. Chris was so nervous about telling them, Bethica was three months pregnant before he summoned the courage to. He had told Wyatt first who had been just as shocked as he had been when he found out.

Flashback

"What!" Wyatt stared at him, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging slightly open.

"Bethica's pregnant" Chris repeated. This was slightly harder than he thought.

"Wow. Are you sure it's yours?" Wyatt asked.

"Of course it's mine! How many people do you think she's slept with! I mean-"

"Whoa whoa whoa! Just asking!" Wyatt raised his hands in front of him defensively.

Chris stopped mid rant and sank onto his bed. He put his head in his hands. He felt the mattress sink lower as Wyatt sat down beside him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Hey it's going to be okay. You and Bethica will be just fine!" said Wyatt trying to comfort his younger brother.

"I just don't think I'm ready to raise a child yet" Chris said looking down at his hands.

"Well I'm here if you ever need my help. You know that." said Wyatt.

Chris nodded but he didn't look any happier.

"Well if both of you really aren't ready then…Bethica could always get an abortion." Wyatt suggested but not really liking the idea himself.

Chris looked up at him stricken.

"No! I don't want to kill it! She doesn't either. We want to keep the baby…it's just…we…oh I don't know!" said Chris putting his head in his hands again.

"I know. It was just a suggestion." said Wyatt giving Chris's shoulder a squeeze.

Chris didn't respond but Wyatt waited for him to say something. When he didn't say anything Wyatt broke the silence.

"Do mom and Dad know?" he asked.

"No, no-one knows except you." said Chris taking his head out of his hands.

"You need to tell them Chris." said Wyatt.

"I know." muttered Chris.

"It'll be okay you know." Wyatt said. "I'll be there for support if you need it."

Chris looked up at him. Wyatt gave him a reassuring smile. Chris gave a small smile back.

"Thanks"

End of Flashback

Telling the rest of the family had been one of the hardest things he ever had to do. Especially his mom and dad. First they had been too shocked to speak. Then they were angry and kept asking him how he could be so stupid. Then they were sad and his mom had cried. He had felt bad that he made her cry. She kept saying he was too young to be a parent. He had gone over to her and hugged her and was relieved when she hugged him back. His aunts had seemed to be in some sort of shock, the same with his Grandpa. The only person who wasn't was Wyatt but he, of course, had already had his time to be shocked about it. Their cousins had been so excited about it, jumping up and down the place. Kanira, who had been thirteen at the time, had been going on about how the baby was going to be "sooo cute!" She actually, for some reason, had reminded Chris of his aunt Phoebe, her mother, when she did that. His other cousins, Lewis and Josie who had been both twelve at the time, had launched themselves at him, patting him on the back and hugging him.

Eventually everyone came round in the end and offered their never ending support, for which Chris and Bethica were grateful. Apparently, her parents hadn't took so well in the beginning either. They did, kind of, get used to the idea too and even let Kanira move into the manor, which her and Chris had decided it be easier if he didn't have to orb to her all the time. She was allowed to stay permenently after the baby was born but they had decided when they had enough money they were going to buy their own place.

The pregnancy had gone well. Bethica's cravings were fairly normal (she loved ice-cream and crunching ice) and her mood swings weren't too bad. She went right up to her due date and then a day passed it. They had decorated the spare bedroom so that it was ready for the baby coming and they had everything they needed. All they had to do was wait.

Then, three days passed her due date, Bethica's waters broke. Luckily they were all in the manor at the time so they all just orbed into an alley beside the hospital and went inside. Bethica was ready to give birth fairly quickly and was rushed to the delivery room. Chris went with her and everybody else waited in the family waiting room.

Inside the delivery room Chris had held Bethica's hand as she went through the birth. She had squeezed it so hard that he thought she was going to break his fingers. He remembered whispering words of encouragement to her and stroking her hair with his free hand. He himself felt like he was going to pass out but he kept it together for her.

The baby was born in 16 minutes. She was so small but so beautiful. Chris was given the honours of cutting the umbilical cord and she was quickly passed to Bethica for a moment before being taken away to be cleaned up. Bethica had looked up at Chris with a huge smile on her face. Chris was smiling just as broadly and bent down to kiss her forehead. That's when it happened. Bethica had blinked slowly for moment and then collapsed back against the bed. Chris had called her name and gave her a small shake. He called for help and as a doctor and nurses ran over he was ushered, or rather forced him out of the room. He remembered the twisted feeling of dread that had knotted itself up in his stomach as he waited. Then the nurse came.

Flashback

"Christopher Halliwell?" the nurse questioned looking around. She was a large middle aged woman with a kind face and short brown hair.

Chris quickly stood up and walked over to her. He hadn't bothered going to the waiting room to see everyone else. He needed to know Bethica was okay

"Where's Bethica? Is she okay? I need to see her!" he said frantically.

The nurse pointed to the seat he had just stood up from.

"Maybe you should sit down" she said gently.

Chris stared at her, the knotted feeling in his stomach getting much worse. He sank down onto the seat and she knelt down in front of him and put her hands on his knees.

"Christopher I'm afraid…she looked at him solemnly, "…I'm afraid Bethica passed away" she finished.

She continued to say something about the strain of birth had caused a cyst inside her body to erupt. It caused internal bleeding in her brain because that's where the cyst had been. Chris only heard snippets of that though. There was a thunderous roaring in his ears and he felt like he was going to be sick. He stared blankly ahead of himself, too numb to move. He couldn't believe it. She couldn't be dead.

"Christopher?" the nurse shook his arm gently.

Chris looked at her. She looked so sorry and upset for him that he knew it was true. Bethica was dead. She hadn't even been able to properly hold her daughter .

"Can I see her?" he whispered, just managing to force himself to speak.

She nodded and stood up. Chris took a deep breath a shakily got to his feet. The nurse led him through the doors to where Bethica had given birth just an hour before. The nurse stood to one side and let him in first. Chris walked slowly up to the bed in which Bethica lay completely still. She had a peaceful look on her face and her thick brown hair was fanned across her pillow. Chris sat in the seat beside the bed and laid his hand on top of hers. Her hand still had some warmth in it but it was slowly ebbing away. He felt tears roll down his face as he looked at her chalk white face.

"Do you want to see the baby?" asked the nurse.

Chris jumped slightly, forgetting that she was still there. Not taking his eyes off of Bethica he nodded. The nurse went to get her. A couple of minutes she came back carrying a small bundle in her arms. She walked up to Chris. He looked up at her and she passed the baby over to him. He cradled the baby in his arms and looked into her eyes which were open and looking right up at him. He was startled to see she had bright green eyes. He had always thought that babies were born with blue eyes.

"I'll leave you alone for awhile." said the nurse and she walked out of the room.

Chris looked down at his daughter and felt a strong amount of love for her coursing through him which grew the more he looked into her eyes. She looked so much like Bethica. She had Bethica's mouth and ears. Looking closer he saw she had his eyes and the hair on her head was the same colour and shade as his. For a moment he found bits of his family in her. He saw his moms delicate jaw line and on her right cheek she had a small dimple, exactly where his dad had one. She had the same eyebrow shape as Wyatt, his Aunt Phoebe's cheekbones and his Aunt Paige's pointed chin. He smiled down at her, amazed he even could smile anymore. That was when he realised she didn't even have a name. Looking over at Bethica he remembered the name she had liked the most.

"Keighley." Chris whispered and smiled down at his daughter. She smiled back slightly even though babies aren't meant to be able to smile when they're so young.

Chris hugged her closely to his chest never wanting to let go.

End of Flashback

Chris blinked and shook his head. The first year or so after Bethica's death had been hard. He had gone from having a person he loved that was expecting their baby to that person being dead and him having to be a single-parent at sixteen. He knew a lot of people had to do that but it felt so unfair. His family had been great, offering him all the help he needed but it felt like he was all by himself. Bethica's parents, or rather her father, didn't want anything to do with him or Keighley. As far as he was concerned Bethica would be living a full and happy life if she hadn't met Chris and had Keighley. Chris had thought like that once. He had blamed himself for Bethica's death but his family had managed to break him out of thinking like that. Chris smiled. He owed a lot to them.

He looked at another one of the pictures and recognised it immediately. It was a picture of him, Wyatt, Kanira, Josie and Lewis from about a year back. They were at P3 for a night out since they all hadn't had one out in ages. In the picture they were all standing together by the bar holding drinks (Josie, Lewis and Kanira had juice) and they were laughing at whoever was holding the camera.

Chris looked more closely at Lewis and Josie. It had been a while since he had last seen them. The last time he remembered was at Christmas and that had been 5 months ago. When Josie had turned sixteen she decided she wanted to be a fashion designer and had moved to New York so she could go to college. Lewis had wanted a change of scene so he had moved to Miami. They kept in touch and came to stay over the holidays.

Kanira had been way more wary than them about moving so she stayed in San Francisco at the manor until she could buy her own apartment. Wyatt was planning on moving out too but Piper had practically begged him to stay longer so he gave in. Chris was busy looking for a job so that he could buy a house or at least an apartment but he hadn't told his mom that yet. She just didn't want to let go of her boys.

Suddenly Chris felt a presence behind him. He spun around and stood facing the figure he saw across the street. He realised that his gut instinct had been right. Chris raised his hands, ready to blow it up. It was obviously a demon and he now noticed that it appeared to be floating. The demon came forward slowly and Chris flicked his wrists like he normally did when blowing things up but nothing happened. The demon stopped and Chris tried to TK it but again nothing happened. Chris took a small step back and bumped against the wall. This was getting weird. He didn't know why his powers weren't working. He looked towards the kitchen and saw a knife lying with a chopping board on the counter.

"Knife!" he called quickly.

A swirl of orbs appeared in his hands and reformed into the knife. That was a relief. At least he still had his whitelighter powers. Chris grasped the knife by the handle and flung it at the demon. It went right through it and landed on the floor behind it with clatter. Chris was starting to worry a little and was about to orb out when the demon moved suddenly. It launched forward and went flying towards him with great speed but instead of knocking into him full force the demon went straight inside of him.

Chris collapsed to his knees, clutching his head. It felt like his skull was about to burst open and he gasped as the pain blinded his vision. Chris clenched his teeth fighting against it but the pain just grew and grew. Beads of sweat were appearing on his forehead as he tried to fight the intruder in his head but to no avail.

Suddenly he couldn't take the pain anymore and collapsed completely, letting the darkness engulf him…