A/N: Hey, come on guys! Review! By the way, the point of view will change now and again. It will be obvious who's POV it is in. This entry will be M organ.

I smiled and shook my head lightly as Moria trudged up the stairs. She was so like her father.

I turned back to the book I was reading. It was a very interesting conspiracy theory about the origins of Christianity. Mary-K had sent it over from home, with some photos of my niece and nephew. They'd both grown so much! I hadn't seen them for almost two years now.

A sudden idea crossed my mind.

"Moria!" I yelled up the stairs.

"Yeah?" She called back, coming to the top of them.

"When does your school break start?" I walked to the bottom of the stairs to look up at my daughter.

"Monday. Why?"

I smiled.

"We're going to go visit my family."

"Hello?"

"Bree!"

"Morgan! My God, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Hunter is great, Moria's well… Listen, we're coming over tomorrow, and I was wondering if we could meet up some time during the week. I haven't seen you or the girls for ages."

"You're coming over? Great! Sure thing, Morgan. You should see Beth's hair; it's amazing."

I laughed; only Bree would have that as her main concern for my visit.

"I'm sure I can find time for Beth's hair."

She laughed in reply. I was grateful for the distant sound.

"Listen, have you sorted all your travel out and everything?"

"Yeah, should think so. I've just got off the phone to the airport. Its all good I think."

"Cool. Well, listen, I've got to go now – I'm meeting up with someone – but give me a call if there's any trouble, okay?"

"Sure, Bree. Take care, won't you?"

"Yep. See you soon, Morgan."

"Bye!"

The line went flat and I smiled to myself. Just one more call to make.

"Hello?"

"Mom!"

"Morgan! Hello, darling! How are you?"

"We're great. And guess what?"

"What, sweetie?"

"We're coming over tomorrow."

"You are? That's a great idea!"

"Could you put us up? Or put up with us?"

Mom laughed and I could almost feel her eyes and heart warming.

"I'm sure I could arrange both of them, dear. Are all three of you coming over?"

"Yes?"

I wondered for a moment why she was questioning. Then it came to me: She hadn't seen Hunter since he had come back.

"Ah, I see."

"Mom," I said softly, "It's just Hunter. He's the same as he was. Promise."

I could, once more, almost feel her smile.

"I know, Morgan, its just such a strange concept to grasp. He was dead, you were married to Colm, and had his child, then all of a sudden, Hunter's alive and my granddaughter is actually his." She laughed again. "It's quite confusing."

"For you and I both, Mom." I uttered gently. It had not been the easiest of discoveries for me. I had know, had always known, that Hunter was the love of my life, my soul mate. When he had died… I physically flinched, thinking back to those dreaded days. Broken like a wave on the sands, I had been left vulnerable and confused. I still couldn't recall most of that first year. Nor, I feared, did I want to.

"I know sweetheart." She whispered.

Silence fell on our conversation for a few minutes, and we both drifted back to distant memories, private moments and far off worlds. There had been a lot of distance between us since I had discovered Wicca, but at the same time, we had always remained very close. The quietness wasn't one of awkwardness. It was a relaxed calm.

"So, how's Moria doing?" Mom asked. "She still with Ian?"

I smiled.

"Do you want to speak to her?"

"Please."

My smile enhanced, and I shook my head lightly. Moria, I could tell, was just walking up the drive.

"She's just coming through the gate."

"Oh, good. Can you see her then?"

I hesitated.

"No, Mom, not exactly."

A slight pause.

"Oh. Are you using your… You know… Powers?"

I sighed slightly. It was both relief and sadness. I knew that that was Mom making an effort to incorporate my chosen path in life, but I knew she disagreed with it, so it was bitter-sweet to hear her say it.

"Yes. Sort of."

"How's that coven thing going? The one with your… your…" I could feel her struggling on the word.

"My mother's friends?"

"Yes. That one."

"It's going really well, actually. We had a lovely do last week for Katrina's birthday."

"Oh how is she? I haven't heard from her in a while."

The door clicked open.

"She's great. Here's Moria."

I motioned to my daughter and she pulled a face. Raising an eyebrow, I said, "Bye Mom. See you next week."

"Yes, dear. Take care."

With a sigh, Moria accepted the phone. "Hey Nanny!"

I walked into the kitchen and just began to sit down when I sensed something. A grin spread to my lips and immediately I darted through the rooms to the front door, threw it open, and flew down the path into the waiting arms of Hunter.

"I love you." He murmured into my hair.

"I love you too." I whispered back, feeling the warmth coming from him, and the safety I felt in his arms. It was so good to have him back.