Okay, so I owe you guys like a magnificent apolopy, so the best apology you've ever heard, real or on televison, triple it, and give it to yourself, cause it's from me. I completly forgot about this story till two days ago when I was sipping on my strawberry limeade, and I was thinking about Charmed, the show after thinking about . If you didn't know, every episode of Charmed, the scripts are on there! It's awesome, which reminds me of Opinions. Oh, crap! I'll get on that later, I think I can find some of the old written chapters, so I'll look for that when I get home. Enjoy!

Paige awoke to the feeling of someone playing in her hair, twirling strands around their finger and occasionally brushing hair out of her face. She lazily opened her eyes and gave Henry a groggy grin.

"Hey, you."

"Hi."

He kissed her cheek and stopped twirling her hair to pull her closer to him and snuggle up to her.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked him.

"Not too long. Did I wake you?"

"No," Paige replied.

Henry saw the look on her face and smirked.

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?"

"Because you have that look."

"What look?" she demanded playfully.

"That-" he copied her face poorly, "look."

Paige chuckled, "That is not how I look."

"Close enough, now what's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong. I guess I'm just over thinking things."

"Your grandmother?"

"Yeah. I mean, I love her and all, it's just… she seems different.. to me."

They both sat up in the bed.

"Different how?" Henry asked.

"I don't know. I just have this feeling, you know," she replied, "I was talking to her yesterday and she seemed vulnerable. She's never been that way before. Never."

"You think something could be wrong?"

"I don't know, but I wanna bring her over and let her meet the kids."

Henry smiled at her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face with his fingers.

"Whatever you decide."

"Nana?"

Paige raised her fist to know again, when the door was opened.

"Paige? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I thought you wanted to meet the kids," Paige said with a thoughtful smile.

"You're going to take me to your home?" Mrs. Matthews asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, Nana. They're just getting over there sickness and all, so I think it's best to keep them at home for now."

"Well, let me grab my purse," she replied.

Paige could tell that her grandmother wasn't expecting this. Her nana was never really invited along to things, which was the reason for unannounced appearances.

"Okay, I'm ready to see my great grandchildren."

"Alright," Paige said, "Let's go."

The drive was surprisingly peaceful. Paige expected smart comments and downing remarks the whole ride, but instead all her nana did was talk about the weather and attractions in San Francisco. When they pulled into the driveway, Paige glanced over at their grandmother who was taking in their surroundings. The house was a one story with three bedroom, a den, a living room, nice sized kitchen and two bathrooms on a nice sized lot.

"Okay, now I know it doesn't look like much, nana, but we the kids were kind of unexpected until I got pregnant, and I'm still trying to get my social working job back-"

"It's fine, dear. Just show me the children."

Paige looked off, then did a double take to her grandmother. Did she just say it was fine? Something was definitely going on.

"So no witty comments. No, "You couldn't do better than this?" or anything?"

"I guess my wit is out today, dear," she stated sarcastically, opening the car door.

"See, there's the Nana I know," Paige commented.

They walked into the house, immediately greeted by a two year old girl.

"Mommy!"

Paige bent down to pick her up.

"Hey, you."

She turned to her grandmother.

"Nana, this is Samantha. She's the oldest of the twins."

Mrs. Matthews looked at the child.

"She looks like you."

Paige chuckled, "I like to think they all look like their dad. If they look like me, they might act like me."

Mrs. Matthews smiled, "Well, then you're in a world of trouble if that's the case."

"Paige, are you home?"

Paige smiled, "That's Henry."

"No, really?" she replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, Henry. Nana's with me, too."

They heard footsteps from down the hall, and Henry came from around the corner with Patty on his shoulders.

"Hey."

"Hi, mommy," Patty squealed.

"Hi, baby," Paige turned to her grandmother, "This is the youngest twin, Patricia, and this is my husband, Henry Mitchell."

"It's nice to finally meet you," Henry said, extending a hand.

She looked at his hand, and shook it.

"Nice to meet you too."

Henry sat Patty on the floor and Paige sat Sam down and smiled at both of them.

"Sam, Patty, this is your great grandmother, Nana Matthews."

Sam looked a bit skeptical, but Patty ran over and hugged her leg.

"Nana!"

Paige stood up.

"She's the friendly one."

"I can see that," Mrs. Matthews replied.

She looked down at the toddler, a smile forming on her lips. Paige smiled at Henry, and he smiled back. Mrs. Matthews bent down and hugged Patty back.

"It's nice to meet you," she said, then looked at Sam, "You too."

Sam gave her another skeptical look, but cautiously walked towards her. Patty let go of her and grabbed Sam, pulling her over to Nana Matthews, and let her hug both of them. Sam squirmed in the hug. Henry laughed.

"Sammy's not a hugger."

"I noticed," Mrs. Matthews said.

She let them go and looked at Sam.

"You remind me of your mother, when she first came into our lives. She wasn't much of a hugger either."

"I was a loving child," Paige told Henry.

Henry nodded in disbelief.

"I was!"

"Okay…"

"Well, I'd hate to interrupt, but I could've sworn there was another child I have yet to meet," Nana Matthews said.

"Oh yeah, H.J." Paige said, "Is he up?"

"He's playing in his playpen," Henry said, "Come on, Nana, I'll give you a tour."

Henry put an arm around her shoulder and guided her towards the back.

"Normally, I would be bothered by someone this close," she said, "but I guess I can make an exception."

"Thank you," Henry replied.

Paige rolled her eyes with a smile and picked up her two daughters.

"Gotta love Nana…"

So there you have it! Chapter... four! I should probably be doing my English work, but I hate it, the class and the work. I got an F of a paper I wrote about Charmed! I'm like a Charmed fanatic, You name me any episode, I can tell you what season it came from, and most likely what happened in it. I used to be able to name all the episodes in order! She said i foucsed to much on the shows characters, the basics of the show, like The Power of Three (both sets), and the powers they had. The excuse she gave about why the paper was bad, I really didn't get, but i could understand the word 'you' ordeal, cause that was in there a lot. Other than that, everything seemed okay to the people I had look over the paper. Plus, she subtracted 10 points because it was late. I asked her if she got it, cause it never goes in the dropbox on my computer for some reason. She never said, so I assumed she had it. I got a 19 on the paper. That was the one I actually worked on, too. I never tried on the others but I got 80's on those and I made up crap!