Author's note- This story doesn't including the sisters or their families being witches or Leo and the boys and Melinda being half whitelighters.

Ch.8

He quickly walked back over to her and grabbed her hand.

"Come on, we have to go," he said, as she stood up.

"Wait, why? What's going on?" she asked, as they started to walk out.

"Matt's here. He saw me and didn't look to happy," he replied, when they got outside.

"What? I thought you said that they wouldn't be here today," she said.

"No, I said that my parents we're going to be here. I didn't think that he would be here, but he is," Chris explained, as they walked over to his car.

"Chris!" they heard behind them. He looked back, before looking back at her.

"Here," he said, taking out his keys, "Take these and wait in the car." She took the keys and quickly got in and locked the door.

"Chris!" he yelled again. He turned around and looked at him.

"What do you want?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How have you been?" Matt asked, catching his breath. Chris just looked at his brother.

"Did you seriously just ask me that," he said, getting angry.

"Ok, ok. Calm down. I'm sorry," Matt quickly stated.

"About what? Just saying that. Or was it for being part of kicking me out of the house or saying 'my father' when you know how much Leo has hurt me over the past 17 years," Chris responded, his voice raising. He just stood there.

"That's what I thought. You know, you probably don't even mean what you just said. You probably just said it for mom and your father," he added, before turning around.

"Wait, don't go. Please. Mom, Dad, Melinda, and I are worried about you. We're afraid that you two are not going to be able to raise that baby," Matt said. He slowly turned back around.

"Why do you guys even care? You four kicked me out of the house at the same time that Bianca's parents kicked her out. So, you know what. I don't care what you say or what they saw. As far as my baby, I'll raise it with Bianca without your help and we'll raise him or her better than your parents raised me. I'll actually remember its birthday and I'll actually want to bring it to places and I'll actually want to be part of my child's life. Got it! Good! Now, leave me the hell alone!" Chris yelled, once again in his brother's face. He had only said that last part because he had seen his parents standing behind his older brother. He once again turned around, got into the car, and left. The three of them watched as Chris and Bianca left once again.

"Why did you keep saying 'it' and 'him' or 'her'?" she asked, after they left. "Because, I don't want them to know what we are having and how many babies we are having. It's none of their business. If they wanted to be involved in our two daughters lives, than they shouldn't have kicked us out," he replied, as they pulled up in front of the diner that they always met and ate at.

"Ok, before we go in there, I have something to ask you," he said, as they sat in the car.

"What?" she asked.

"Ok, remember how earlier today, I told you that we only have $250.00 dollars left?" he asked. She nodded her head.

"Well, that's because I had gotten this," he continued, as he took it out of his pocket.

"Bianca, I love you more than anything in the world. I knew the moment I had seen you sitting in there," he said, referring to the diner. He opened the box and revealed a 14- caret diamond ring.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, as he looked into her teary eyes.

"Of course I will," she quickly said, before he slipped the ring onto her finger and they hugged and kissed.