Chapter 2 The Birth and the early years.
The pregnancy went faster then what Billie thought it would pass. She was grateful towards Stefan; he has shown nothing but devotion towards the witch. The two had grown closer than either had ever expected. They grew so much closer than they are now engaged. The birth was difficult but a total success, the baby accidentally tore her making having to have surgery after the birth.
The baby is now a few days old, and the adjustment to motherhood is still ongoing. But she was happy to have her new friends and Stefan in her life. She hasn't spoken to the Halliwell sisters for a few months now despite the many emails, she has sent. She got the message out of sight out of mind and all. Right now, the couple is in the flat in the nursery watching the baby boy sleep in his crib.
"Have you settled on a name yet for the baby?" Stefan asks.
"I think so, I guess I should call him Carl, after my father the grandfather, he will never get the chance to meet." Billie answers.
"I think Carl is a great name, for the baby," Stefan replies.
"The question that worries me is who is the biological father, every spell I cast every ritual, I use has shown me nothing," Billie confessed.
"We still have plenty, time to find out for now let's just take it one day at a time," Stefan spoke.
"I suppose," Billie says.
Years went by rather fast well at least in Billie and Stefan's eyes. Each milestone came around faster than the last. This was something Billie wasn't fond of to some extent she knew the more powerful Carl grew the more of a threat, he could become to demons and warlocks. And they would come after him which is something she didn't want. Although, she believes magic is a gift. She also believes it can be a curse for some people a prime example being her late sister and how having magic and such a grand target made them for the Triad. Billie noticed that Carl hasn't been assigned a Whitelighter, which concerned her, she knew charges were assigned at young ages, some rare cases would be assigned at birth. Was Carl not being assigned a Whitelighter punishment for her unintentionally working for the Triad in the past?
She thought about the possibility of enrolling Carl at Magic School, however decided against it. The Halliwell family cut her off, she wouldn't put it past them to deny Carl a place at Magic School. If they knew about her child, they probably consider Carl to be the devil's child. Perhaps teaching Carl about magic herself would be better she has earned vast knowledge over her years since leaving San Francisco and Stefan is knowledgeable of vast magical history and other magical related topics. Today was a special day in the Potter-Jenkins household. Today is Mother's Day, which as you all would expect a day dedicated to Billie.
While Billie is sleeping in, we have Stefan and six-year-old Carl in their kitchen, preparing breakfast for Billie. Carl has messy mucky blond hair and green eyes; his skin is pale, and he is quite short for his age.
"What are you making mommy?" Carl asks.
"Her favourite breakfast buddies," Stefan answered.
"Can I go and give mommy, her presents?" Carl asked.
"Sure, wake her up gently though." Stefan answers.
"Okay," Carl replies, before running out of the kitchen and towards his mother's room. Entering his mother's room, Carl notices, his mother is in a rather deep sleep.
"Mom wake up breakfast," Carl tells a sleeping Billie, but she does nothing. Carl sighs, he had hoped it would be easy. He tries nudging her gently but still she doesn't waver from her sleep. He needed to wake her up in a way that was effective but wouldn't anger her. Well not anger her a lot. Carl looks at his right palm for a moment contemplating a possible waking up solution. A smile grew on his face, as an idea forms in his head of what he believes to be a perfect plan on waking his mom up. Carl clasps his hands together; his eyes glow an unnatural light blue for a moment before returning to their normal state. Unclasping his hands revealing a tiny sphere of lighting, which then starts to mix with blue and white orbs, Carl then tosses the orb of lighting and mixed orbs, into the air just above his mother's bed, and within seconds it transforms into fireworks not deafening loud. But loud enough to wake Billie up.
"Well that's something new to wake up too, fireworks," Billie said looking above to her ceiling.
"Took me weeks to perfect," Carl said.
"Well it was definitely worth the time and practice you spent on it," Billie told Carl.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mommy," Carl says before summoning Billie's present and card in a swirl of white orbs to appear in Billie's lap on top of the duvet. Billie examines the small present, it was rectangular in shape and wrapped in birthday wrapping paper.
Billie takes the card out of the envelope first and examines the card. The card was made out of green card paper. On the front of the paper was a picture of Billie and a three-year-old Carl. She then opens the card up and reads the message, she counts every kiss left down on the inside.
"Wow fifty kisses," Billie says, as she closes the card places it gently to one side.
"I would have put more, but I ran out of space on the card." Carl replied.
"Well fifty kisses are enough," Billie says.
This Mother's Day was to be one of the last truly happy days in Billie's life, because the Christmas that year. Stefan and Carl found Billie dead near the Christmas; her internal organs were ripped violently from her.
End of chapter 2.