My two year old little cousin, who's afraid of me, just gave me a high five. If I start up my mp3 player on my phone, she'll hang around me. So I'm heating up my food, and I glanced over this chapter and remembered. I need to finish the other chapters. I plan on having five, but I'm not sure.

Phoebe walked into the manor at around 9'oclock and went straight towards the stairs, until she noticed something, or someone.

"Piper, are you-"

She turned around and looked at the old woman.

"Hi. Who are you?"

"I'm Mrs. Matthews, Paige's grandmother on her adoptive father's side."

Phoebe's jaw slackened a bit.

"Paige's grandmother?"

"And I thought's Paige's choice of dress was questionable," she commented.

Phoebe's jaw was slackened even more.

"Uh- wha- huh? Piper!"

They heard footsteps down the stairs and Piper appear.

"I see you've met your baby sister's grandmother."

"Yeas, I have. Can I talk to you, in private?"

It was more of a command than a question as Phoebe dragged Piper to the kitchen.

"She just told me I have bad taste."

"Well, she cussed me out at seven in the morning. You know, Paige isn't answering her phone?"

"Well, try calling her the old magical way."

"With Captain Rude in the house?" Piper asked, "I don't think so. I don't think she knows magic exists so if I yell out for Paige…"

"Then don't yell," Phoebe said, "Paige?"

They waited for a moment. No answer.

"Paige? Get your half witch, half white-lighter butt in here right now," Piper said in her parent voice.

Suddenly they heard jingling the orbs appear following the shape and appearance of Paige.

"I promise, between you guys and the kids, I don't know how I get sleep. What did I do?"

Paige was dressed in an over sized grey 49ners t-shirt, probably Henry's, and fuzzy light blue slippers. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and her eyes kind of red from sleep deprivation.

"Well, sorry to cut into your schedule, but someone is here that I think you will be way more happy to see than me."

"Really? Who?"

"Your grandma," Phoebe said, "who, by the way, implied that I have bad taste in clothes."

"Grams is here?"

"No, think," Piper told her, "Outside of biological, you have…"

"…Adoptive. Oh, no!"

Paige started to orb out but Piper blasted her with a low power, stopping her in mid orb.

"Oh, no. That woman came to my door at seven in the morning looking for you and so far has cussed me out three times. You get in there!"

"Piper, just tell her I moved to.. France or something. I don't want to see her. She's so mean."

Piper pushed her out the kitchen and down the hall towards the living room with Phoebe following.

"I don't care."

"Oh, I know, call Prue over and let her fake to be me."

"Yeah, and what will you grandmother say when she notices the change of eye color?" Phoebe asked.

"Conta- Hi, Nana," Paige suddenly greeted.

Paige stood in front of Piper and Phoebe facing her grandmother.

"Paige. Still a late riser, I see."

Paige pouted a little and looked off to the corner of the room as her grandmother walked passed her to the kitchen.

"Yeah…"

They turned around and followed her.

"Where were you? Hiding from me," Mrs. Matthews asked, "I didn't see you come down the stairs."

"You could say that," Paige grumbled, "Um, no. I just got here."

"Walk of shame?" Mrs. Matthews assumed.

Phoebe and Piper's mouths fell open.

Paige rolled her eyes.

"No, I-"

"Well, I doubt you were at a sleep over, you're what, 30 something, and who goes around dressed like that?"

Paige sighed and decided to change the subject, "What brings you here?"

"Well, you don't call, you don't write, and you don't visit, so I decided to find you. Pepper has talked to me more in the past few hours than you have in the last how many years?"

"Piper," Paige corrected, "and I'm sorry, Nana, I've just been so busy."

"Busy with what? Last I checked, you didn't have a job, but then again, that was years ago."

Phoebe and Piper watched Paige and her grandmother talk, and they had never seen Paige so uptight and so- not Paige. She was letting the woman run all over her and didn't even comeback with sarcastic remarks like she normally did. It was like she was a completely different Paige.

"So, have you been drinking, smoking, whoring it up? What's been going on in your life, Paige?"

Piper froze the room.

"Okay! Why aren't you fighting back?"

"What do you mean?"

Phoebe looked at the woman then at Paige, "I think what she means is, if that was anyone else sitting there talking to you like that, you would've tore them a new one, but all you're doing is standing there and taking it."

"Yeah," Piper agreed, "What's up with that?"

"She's always treated me like that, and I saw my adoptive parents just suck it up, so that's what I did, I guess. I just- I don't know. Just ignore it, trust me. It never stops."

Piper sighed and nodded.

"Okay," Phoebe said.

"You know that if Prue was here, she would've killed that woman by now, right?" Piper informed.

Paige nodded, "Well, luckily, she isn't here, and she won't hear about this, will she?"

Phoebe nodded.

"So Paige just stands there and takes it!"

Prue bounced James on her knee and looked at Phoebe in shock of the story she was telling her.

"So Paige just let her say all that stuff?"

"Yeah!"

"Phoebe, you weren't supposed to tell, Prue," Piper scolded from the corner.

"And why not?" Prue asked, "No one mistreats my baby sister, even if it is her grandma."

"Paige was concerned that you would give the woman choice words."

"Well, she had every right to be worried then. Where is this woman?"

"I forced Paige to take her somewhere. She didn't want to take her home, so she thinks Paige lives in the manor."

"Poor Paige, she hasn't had a good nights sleep in days because the twins are sick and Junior's teething. Now her grouchy grandma is here," Phoebe sighed.

"You think that's something? Wait until she tells her about her kids, husband, and magic," Piper said, "I wonder what the hag will say then."

"Piper," Prue scolded, "Don't you think that's a bit harsh?"

"Uh, no. I stopped thinking that what I thought was harsh when she said I look like I'm a bit bitchy."

"Well," Phoebe said considerably, trailing off in her sentence.

Piper cut her eyes at her.

"Henry, as soon as I get rid of grandma, I'll be home. Maybe I can throw her off on Phoebe."

Henry dried off the now clean teething ring and gave it to Henry Jr. who immediately began chewing on it.

"Why don't you bring her here?"

"And let her know where I live?"

Henry rolled his eyes.

"Paige, she's family. I'm sure she'll be nicer to her great-grandchildren."

"..Maybe. I don't' ah!"

"Paige? Are you alright?"

Paige clutched her chest and eyed her grandmother.

"I'm fine," she said into the phone.

She glared at her grandmother, "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Who's Henry? Your boy toy?"

"Boy toy?" Henry repeated, "Does she know we're married."

Paige sighed for the millionth time since the day began.

"No, Henry." She looked at her grandmother, "He is not my boy toy. I have you know we are in a very serious relationship."

"Very serious- Paige, we're married with three kids, who by the way, are looking for their mother."

"Well, I'll be there soon."

"Oh, we're actually going to go somewhere."

Paige looked around the park, "Yeah."

"Good, maybe you can find a change of clothes. You look like a slob."

Mrs. Matthews walked back over to the bench, leaving Paige by herself under the tree she was leaning against. She looked herself over. Dark denim jeans and a light blue hoodie. What was wrong with that?

"Coming!"

Andy opened the door to Paige and Mrs. Matthews.

"Paige, hi."

"Hey, Andy. This is my grandma. Grandma, this is Andy, he's Prue, my oldest sisters, husband.

"Hello," she told him, "Are you just going to leave us on the porch?"

"No," Andy said, "Come in."

She walked straight pass him and looked around for a place to sit. Andy closed the door behind Paige and they harshly whispered at each other on the way to the living room.

"You brought your mean grandmother here?"

"I didn't want to take her home with me! Can't you just watch her?"

"No!"

"Please, Andy. Prue won't mind- wait, how did you know she's my grandmother?"

"Paige, hi!"

Piper, Phoebe and Prue were standing in the den, and Mrs. Matthews was sitting in a chair.

"Well, Paige, don't be rude, introduce me to the tall one."

"Uh, Nana, this is my oldest sister, Prue, and the cute little fella she's holding is her son James."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Prue said with a smile, "Paige, can I talk to you?"

"Well, Prue, I don't-"

She saw the look that she gave Andrew when he was in trouble on Prue's face.

"That shouldn't work on me, but it does."

Paige walked to the kitchen down the hall, followed by Prue who was still carrying James.

"Phoebe told you?"

"Yes, and if she says one bad thing about you around me, I will tell her off. You don't have to take that crap. You've saved the world countless times, you're the protector of the innocent, and you're an angel."

"Yeah, but she doesn't know that."

"Well tell her! And tell her about your wonderful husband and three annoying, but cute and awesome babies."

Paige rubbed her right temple.

"Prue, I don't know…"

"Trust me, when she see's how great your life is, she'll be nicer."

"I doubt it," Paige muttered.

She yawned and Prue took a good look at her.

"When was the last time you slept?"

"I slept last night."

"I mean throughout the night at least seven hours."

"Um… maybe two weeks ago."

"Paige," Prue said in a warning tone.

"I've been busy with charges, and trying to get back my social work job, and the kids with the chicken pox and the teething. I just, don't have the time."

"Well, get the time, Paige," Prue told her, "It's not healthy."

Paige nodded, then her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Paige, I need your help, Patty and Sam are crying and Henry just orbed off somewhere."

"Oh, God," Paige groaned, "Alright, let me try to find him. I'm sure he's not in danger."

"Okay, when are you coming home?"

"Soon, Henry. I promise. I'll call you when I find H.J"

She looked at Prue who was giving her a sympathetic smile.

"Go find your son. We'll keep your nana busy."

"Thank you, I owe you one."

She wiggled her fingers with a tired smile and orbed away.

"Where's Paige?" Phoebe asked when she saw Prue walk in the room with only James.

"Uh, there was an issue she had to attend to," Prue announced.

When she was next to Phoebe and Piper she told them the actual story.

"H.J orbed away and she has to go find him."

They turned to face Paige's nana who was watching re-runs of the Price is Right.

"Well, what are we gonna do with her?" Phoebe whispered.

Prue shrugged, "I don't know."

"Well, you could feed me," she announced to the three sisters, "My granddaughter didn't."

Prue was about to comment but Piper stepped on her foot. Just the tone Paige's nana used was enough to get Prue upset, and Piper and Phoebe as well.

"I'm sure she was just busy, Paige is a very busy girl," Phoebe informed her.

"Well, I'd like to know what with."

Phoebe, Piper and Prue looked at each other.

"It's okay, Sammy," Paige soothed her daughter. She watched her son, who she found at the manor, from the corner of her eye as she tried to stop the oldest twin from crying. She turned away from H.J and adjusted the mittens on Sam's hands, when she got hit in the head with something.

"Ouch."

She looked on the floor at the object and picked it up.

"Little Henry," she said in a warning tone.

She carried the teething ring into the kitchen to clean.

"He threw it again?" Henry assumed.

Paige groaned in response.

"Henry, why don't you get some sleep. You have to work tomorrow, and you haven't slept since yesterday morning."

"Neither have you," he responded, rubbing calamine lotion on Patricia's arm, "We're in this together babe."

"Mommy!" Sam wailed.

Paige turned her attention to the child in her arms.

"Juice," she sniffled.

Paige sat the two year old down on the floor and went to the fridge.

"Henry, we need a vacation."

"Tell me about it," he said with a grin.

Paige handed the sippy cup to Sam and pointed a finger at her.

"Do not, take those mittens off."

"I'll watch her," Henry said.

He sat Patty down and handed her a pink sippy cup, in contrast to Sam's green one.

When Paige came back into the room, she sat on Henry's lap and yawned.

"Henry, have I told you how much I love you?"

"Not lately," he said.

"Well, I do. Because not a lot of guys would take a day off of work to take care of their kids when their mom doesn't work."

"You do work," Henry told her, "You're a witch, and a white-lighter. You save lives and guide angels for a living."

She buried her face in the crook of his neck and kissed him.

"Should I bring my nana over here?"

Henry laughed and kissed her temple, "You'll have to tell her where you live eventually."

"But everything is so crazy here, and I'm too sleepy to deal with her."

"Well, then, have her stay with one of your sisters."

Paige snorted, "Yeah right, Piper would blow her up within two hours, Phoebe would bring her back to me, and Prue would tell her off."

"Well then," Henry stated thoughtfully, "Hotel?"

Paige sat up, and her face brightened, as if a light bulb went off.

"Henry, you're a genius!"

"Thank you."

She grabbed his face with both hands and crushed her lips against his. When his hands started to roam, she broke the kiss.

"Maybe later, I have to get a hotel room for Nana."

He groaned playfully, and she grinned, "Later, I promise."

She orbed into Prue and Andy's kitchen, then walked into the den with a big smile on her face.

"Nana, we need to talk."

Prue, Piper, and Phoebe sat on the couch looking at Paige, who looked tired, but a bit joyful. Paige sat on the coffee table in front of her nana who was sitting in a recliner.

"You've got my room ready?"

"Uh, no. I'm going to buy you a hotel room. My place is kind of a mess right now."

"Still messy, too," Mrs. Matthews questioned.

"No, the reason it's messy is because… well, I need to talk to you specifically about that."

"Well spit it out, already," she commanded.

"I'm married," Paige told her, "I'm married, my husband was the guy I was talking to on the phone early, the 'boy-toy'. Yeah, and we have three kids, twin girls and a boy. The twins have chicken pox and my son's teething. So unless you want to deal with crying children, I'm guessing the hotel sounds pretty good."

The older sister watched the reaction of the woman. She went from anger to shock, to a face they couldn't describe. She was quiet for a while.

"Nana?"

"I- I have great grandchildren?"

Paige nodded, "Samantha, Patricia, and Henry Jr."

"And I'm just finding out about them now?"

"Well, better late than never, Nana," Paige joked lightheartedly.

Mrs. Matthews huffed and looked at Paige.

"Is there anything else you wan to tell me?"

"Yes, as a matter a fact."

Paige took a deep breath and glance back at her sisters, then turned to her grandmother.

"I'm a witch."

Mmh... boneless bbq chicken. I'm eating an typing. It takes a long time to type with one hand.