A/N I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to get a chapter of this out. I actually have like five chapters of this written, but I think I need to tweak them a bit, but hopefully the next chapter won't take as long to get out to you guys. I'll shut up now so you guys can get to the story. Leave me some love at the end:)

I walked into the kitchen and saw that Gran had prepared a feast. "Gran, you shouldn't have done all of this. I'm sure that Eric arranged to have someone cook for us."

"Oh he did, but with me worrying over you I needed something to do, so I have been cooking and baking up a storm. After today I'll let Martha have her kitchen back."

"Good Gran, you deserve to just sit back and relax while we are here." I looked around the kitchen and noticed my brother wasn't here. "Where's Jason?"

"He met a young woman on the beach this morning who caught his eye."

"Good grief, that man could pick up a woman in a convent." I was too hungry to think about what Jason might be up to right now, so I grabbed a plate and helped myself to Gran's delicious wares.

After eating enough food to feed a family of six and drinking almost an entire gallon of milk, I felt much better. I was tempted to go back downstairs to see if Eric had responded to my letter yet, but I felt an overwhelming pull to take a walk on the beach. I knew that this feeling wasn't going to go away and I needed some fresh air and sunshine anyway.

I made sure that Gran was all set before I set off outside. I practically ran over to the sand and I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face when my feet sank lightly into the sand and when I raised my face to the sun. I felt better in those few seconds than I had in days. This was just what I needed.

I walked a few feet down the beach, slowly getting closer to the water. When the warm ocean water splashed over my feet I was tempted to take a dip, but the feeling that I needed to keep walking was really becoming insistent, so I kept moving. I hadn't had a feeling this strong since the night I'd met Bill, but this wasn't a bad feeling per say, it was just a very strong pull. I didn't know who or what was pulling me to them, but I had to get to them. A part of me felt that I should fight this feeling in case that this was a trap of some kind, but it was daytime and there wasn't anybody around so that made me feel slightly better.

I walked maybe a quarter of a mile down the beach when I came upon a basket that was partially buried in the sand. It was the oddest thing that I'd ever seen, yet somehow I felt that this was what was pulling me here.

I quickly ran over to the basket, dropped to my knees and started digging it completely out of the sand. When I pulled it all the way out I felt a surge of magic expel from it and the unmistakable cry of an infant was coming from inside. "Oh my God!" I removed the lid and inside was the wailing infant.

Without thinking I instinctively reached in the basket and lifted the crying baby into my arms and cradled her to my chest. I knew she was a girl from the little pink outfit she was wearing. "It's all right little one, I've got you." I looked around for any signs that there had been anyone nearby who this little angel belonged to, but there was nothing, not even any foot prints in the sand. This seemed very odd to me, but I couldn't think about that now. I had this little one that needed to be taken care of.

I held her close to me in one arm, lifted her basket in the other and popped us back to the house. God only knew how long she had been out her by herself and she was probably hungry and needed a clean diaper.

I popped us into my room and I set her basket in the closet, then I set my little angel on the bed. I conjured up a box of diapers and wipes and a cute little pink dress to change her into.

I stripped her out of her dirty outfit and her stinky diaper, then carried her into the bathroom. Luckily the sink was deep enough for me to bathe her in instead of the huge tub.

I held her close as I turned the water on to warm up, then as I gathered up some towels and a washcloth and as I conjured up some baby shampoo. I didn't want to risk hurting her with my own shampoo.

When the water was warm enough and the sink was full, I gently set her down while supporting her head. I looked down at her and I could see that she was looking back up at me with a smile on her sweet face. "Hey there little one. Do you like the water?" She giggled as I scooped a handful of water over her soft skin. "Who would ever abandon such a sweet angel?"

I continued to wash her and it seemed like taking care of a baby came very naturally to me. "I guess this is good practice for when your little brother comes." I stopped short at the words that had left my mouth. What the hell was I thinking? She wasn't mine. Somewhere she had to have a mother and father of her own, and I was going to make sure that she was reunited with them.