Thanx to everyone who reviewed. Here's chap. 3

Chapter 3

Mary K's POV.

I heard a car door slam. I went over to the window and looked out. I managed to get a glimpse of a young woman with long brown hair. She opened a backseat door to the car and pulled something out of it. I just shrugged off this weird feeling I got. It was probably more signs for Mom and her realistate job. I went back over and sat on the couch and picked up the magazine I was reading. Why did I get this weird feeling that made my guts ache for something in the past. I again ignored it. I heard the young woman come up our forever-long walk. She stopped at the door and paused for a very long minute. I was getting frustrated. Why didn't the lady just ring the doorbell already? Then she did. She rang it. I got up seeming like my legs were in slow motion. Why didn't I move faster? Why did I even feel like I needed to hurry up and open the door to the stranger.

I opened the door feeling as if my arm weighed a hundred pounds. I wasn't expecting who I found on my doorstep. It definitely wasn't Mom's realistate sign lady. That I was absolutely positive about.

(Back to Morgan's POV)

I rang the doorbell. A very older looking Mary K. opened it. Her eyes traveled over me making sure I wasn't an illusion. Her mouth fell right open. I almost grinned. It was so not like her to be this surprised. Then again I don't blame her. My brown hair is twirled into a braid that travels all the way down my back. I as very skinny. I still had beautiful eyes but there was the blue shadows surrounding them from restless sleeps. I also took a liking to medieval clothing and style. In fact I was wearing the long green velvet dress. It brought out my curves nicely. The skirt end of it flowed around me and it had long sleeves that went all the way past my wrist and covered half of my hand. There was gold trim right where the skirt started and at the bottom of the skirt as well. Not to mention I had a very small child in my arms. She probably thought I was the ghost from Christmas Past. I tried giving her a smile. It was shaky. She just stood there. Still not believing what she saw. Then my child shivered. Her eyes flickered to her and then back to me. She immediately stepped aside to let me in. it was freezing in the house. I looked over and saw that the fireplace wasn't going. Didn't these people freeze? I put Moira down on the couch and grabbed a blanket from the top of the couch and put it around her. I then went over to the fireplace and snapped my fingers. I called on my ancient fire roots and the fireplace had a nice warm fire going. Mary K. didn't say anything she just kept judging her sanity. I finally broke the silence.

"Is mom and dad home?" I asked.

"Morgan? Is it really you?" Mary K. asked disbelief in her voice.

"Yes. I'm so sorry that I went away. I had too. I'm so sorry." I kept apologizing. Mary K all of a sudden came running into me. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly. She was crying into my shoulder. I rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"I'm so glad that you came back. It's been 5 years." I all of a sudden felt guilt spread through me like wild fire. Mary K. must of seen the emotion on my face because she said,

"Oh Morgan I'm just so glad your back I have to tell you everything. Mom and Dad will be ecstatic when they found out your back. Hunter . . . nearly died Morgan. He told me everything. You must forgive him." She saw pain stabbing at my heart. I remember Bree telling me this is why she didn't seriously fall in love. Because there was too much pain if it went bad. I should of listened to her.

"Mary K.," my voice broke but I went on. "the only reason I'm here is to come back and see you and Robbie, Bree, Mom, and Dad. No one else. I might see Alyce if I have the time. I only lived through everything because of my savior. My little angel." I turned to look at Moira meaning that I only lived my life because of her. She was my savior from death. Mary K. looked at Moira and then back at me. Just then the door opened. Mom and Dad came in. They looked . . . different, old. Dad saw me first and stood there shocked. My mother was trying to talk to him when she saw that he was staring at something across the room from themselves. She turned around. She saw me. The grocery bag from her arms slipped from her grasp and was about to fall to the floor. I put up my hand and said,

"Mye akairas," the ancient words stopped the bag an inch from the floor. I then used my mind and levitated the bag so it wouldn't fall after the quick spell was used up. I walked over slowly and picked up the bag and put it on the table that was next to the door. I just stood there in front of them. In my green velvet dress that made me look almost enchanting. They just stared. Mouths gaping. Eyes wide. It was pure shock running through their bodies. I waited and waited. Nothing happened I was starting to think coming back was a bad idea. Very bad idea. My mother stepped forward.

"Morgan?" I glanced behind me to see Mary K. grinning like she just won a million bucks. My mom asked me if I was me. What a silly question.

"Yes mom?" I was afraid that she didn't want me hear anymore. That after 5 years things have changed and I wasn't apart from the family anymore. My mother put her arms around me. I felt safe and secure right there with her. Sobs started to emerge from her body. I felt crystal tears trickle down the sides of my cheeks. My father than came forward. I put my arms around his neck and he pulled me into a strong embrace. He let go and they just continued looking at me. Seeing how I grew up without them. I heard movement behind me on the couch,

"Momma? Momma?" I swirled around. Realizing Moira would have no clue where we are. I ran to the side of the couch. I grabbed her hand.

"Yes darling? I'm right here it's okay." I soothed her. She held her arms up to me and gave me a sleepy smile. I picked her up into my arms and rocked her while patting her back. She was truly my angel. I turned back around and gave my parents and Mary K. a smile. Mary K. was with Mom and Dad now and they were all staring at me. Again. But this time they all had mixed emotions running across their faces. Mom had awe and compassion all in her eyes.

"Your a mother? When? How?" My Mom was completely out of her element.

"Yes," I told them. "I had Moira five years ago." I wasn't completely sure I wanted to know their reaction. Five years ago I left this town and them. Five years ago I gave birth to a baby girl. It all seemed obvious. All they had to do was put two and two together and there you go. Mary K. was the first to figure everything out. Mary K. luckily didn't know the father, I intended to keep it that way. It wouldn't be long until it dawned on the others. My mother broke out of her stare. She peeked at the again sleeping child in my arms.

"I'll go make us some tea." was all she said. Obviously they were going to make me talk about what happened. If they wanted to know the father than they would have to go ask another source. Because I wasn't telling them. I sat down on the sofa pulling the blanket around Moira while she still dozed in my arms. Mary K. sat next to me. And my father sat in the armchair near the fireplace. I knew Mary K. kept glancing over between me and my daughter but I didn't really care. This was the first time they saw Moira. Let them look and examine her. It was only a matter of time before one of them guessed the father. It was rather easy. Moira had almost all of her father's looks. Mary K. started to rub her hand over Moira's silky blond hair. Moira in her sleep smiled. Then mumbled. That made my father smile deeply. Mary K. loved Moira they all did. My family loved my daughter and they loved me. I was perfectly content with that.

A/N : I hope you guys liked it I was having some trouble getting started. It's pretty late and I'm forgoing some of my homework to work on this so I hope it's good. Or I would be getting a bad grade for nothing. Oh well . . . Enjoy! R&R