Summary-she had him young and was not able to raise him all by herself. Now, 13 years later, he's back in her life. What's going to happen when his adoptive parents and his real father shows up all to claim him?

Disclaimer-I don't own anyone from Charmed. I do however own all the characters not from the show.

Ch.2

He sat hidden where he knew that she couldn't see him, watching them, wishing that he was there. Wishing he could sit in that house, to be close to the family he wish he could grow up with. He watched as the two little girls ran around the yard, playing with their father. He sat there, watching as their father chased them around the large old Victorian Manor. He knew that she didn't live her with her family. He knew that his aunt, uncle, and three cousins lived here, but he also knew that she visited them very, very often. He still couldn't believe it. Here, he sat, hidden by some bushes, watching as his two little sisters played with their father, and as his mother sat in the lounge chair, smiling as she watched her family with a hand resting on her 5 ½ month pregnant stomach. He knew that their father wasn't his father. He knew that his father didn't live in San Francisco anymore knew what he looked like too. He also knew his father's first name was Adam. After a little while of watching them and taking in what his father was like, he saw that they were going in. that's when he had decided to do it.

He took a deep breath, before getting out of his hiding place, fixing his jacket, smoothing out his clothes, and slowly walking up to the door. He walked up to the door and looked through the window, only to see them talking and laughing. How he wished to be there right now, to be apart of that family. To enjoy the great family moments and share all the times and memories with them, more importantly with her. The one person he had wanted to know more than anything, more than his life. At first he had felt confident about doing this. He had wanted to for the past 5 years when he had learned that he was adopted, and had even taken a bus all the way from Las Angeles just to meet her once. But, as he had thought about it, he didn't want to intrude. He didn't want to interrupt their family, just incase she didn't want to see him or meet him. He could turn around right now and leave. He had more than enough money on him to take the next bus back to Las Angeles without them even knowing that he was here. He had made up his mind again and turned around, to walk away. When he did though, he didn't hear the door open.

"Can I help you?" she asked. The voice stopped him right where he was. He turned around and saw the women standing there. He knew that this wasn't the one he had wanted to see, but knew that he was related to her. He asked her if she was the one person he was looking for, but when she had said no, he felt like he had lost all hope. It was then that she had told him to wait for a minute. When the door opened once again, he looked up, and there she was. He saw her standing there, the one person he had always wanted to meet. His face burst out into a smile. She looked just like the picture she had left with him the day he was born.

"Phoebe Halliwell?" he asked.

"Yes, who are you?" she questioned.

"It's me," he replied, looking at her. She looked at him confused for a minute, before looking into his eyes and gasping. Those eyes, those gray eyes that she had remembered so well.

"David?" she asked.