A/N Sorry everyone! It's been so long. I don't exactly know where to go from here I don't want to rush the story. I have been pretty busy lately. So again sorry! I know a lot of blah blah blah. On with the story!

Chapter 4

Morgan's POV

My mom invited us to stay for dinner. Moira was in an old seat made for five year olds so that they could actually see over the table. Seeing her stab her fork at a piece of potato and then stuff it in her mouth is quite funny. My mother was enjoying it the most. She took being a grandmother absolutely awesome. But I bet she wouldn't use the word awesome. It's just not grandmother-ish. Mary K. watched Moira like a hawk. She wouldn't let Moira be in any position to hurt herself. At one point that night Mary K. realized she was being exactly what she hated. She was being over-protective. She laughed and looked back down at the child who was in her lap reading a picture book. Now we are all sitting on the big sofa, me with tea and Moira in my lap with hot chocolate. She drank it up and started scooping out the semi-melted marshmallows at the bottom of her mug with her spoon. She smiled and set the mug down on a coaster on a table. My father then went and grabbed her tiny hand into his big warm ones. She apparently liked that and held out her arms for her grandfather to pick her up. My father looked like he was going to cry with happiness. He picked her up and placed her in his lap. She tried scooting closer to him to get some heat. He pulled her closer and held her tight. Soon she was again sleeping. Some people thought she was only three years old. She acted like one. But she was at the same time really mature and had an open mind to the world. My mother than spoke,

"Morgan? We have a lot of questions for you. It's only fair if you answer them."

"Yea I know. I've been unfair for the longest time. Five years to be exact. I'll answer any that you have." Except one. That one.

"Okay my turn first," said Mary K. thinking of what she should ask. "Have you been staying with your biological father the whole time?"

"Yes, I have been staying with him the whole time. He's been very helpful. He is pretty much the only one who knows the whole story. I had to tell him everything I wasn't in a very good condition when I found his house." My parents seemed to take this news in and looked at me for a long time again checking I wasn't an illusion. Next my mother asked me a question.

" Are you still into Wicca? Wait, don't answer that. That was a stupid question." My mother shook her head remembering what I did with the grocery bag. "Did Ciaran teach you Wicca?" she finally asked.

"Some. Actually he just taught me a lot of life lessons. Not really Wicca. I guess if you think about it in a way he opened more doors to Wicca through those life lessons." My dad just nodded and my mom kinda stared off into space.

"Hon, I have another question," My father began. But my mother finished it for him. " Are you married?" I gulped. This was getting a little too close to a bad subject if you asked me.

"No," I barely whispered.

They still heard me and didn't do anything. Didn't nod or shake their heads. Didn't speak or gesture at anything. Mary K. finally broke the new uncomfortable silence.

"So Morgan, do you have anywhere to stay?" My parents seemed to take interest at this.

"No I don't I was going to go and try to find somewhere to stay." I replied.

"Stop being so silly and ridicules. You can stay with us." Dad said.

"Yea you and Moira can sleep with me in my room. I have a huge bed so that you and Moira can sleep on that and I'll sleep on a blow-up mattress!" exclaimed Mary K.

"Oh no, you should let me sleep on the mattress and you and Moira sleep on the bed." I realized what I just said and quickly changed it. "I mean you can have the bed and Moira and I can have the mattress on the floor. Sorry I'm always thinking of making Moira as comfortable as she can be."

"You are being ridicules again. I will sleep on the floor. You and Moira will sleep on the bed. Relax." And with that Mary K. got up and kissed Mom and Dad good night. Dad and Mom kissed Moira's sweet silky blond hair without waking her. Then dad transferred Moira from his arms into mine. I called Mary K. over. I passed her over to my sister's open arms. Mary K. carefully rocked her back and forth. Moira smiled. I walked into Mom's arms and hugged her tight,

"Thank you," I whispered into her ear. I then walked into my Dad's arms.

"Dad I think you are getting shorter." I joked. He chuckled. Then in reply said,

"Or you just grew taller." I laughed and said goodnight to them. I followed Mary K. up the stairs who still had Moira.

I walked into Mary K. 's room. And saw her gigantic bed.

"You would have been able to sleep in your room any other day but it's all dusty and nothing is clean. No one had the heart to move anything. I think somehow we really knew one day you would come back. We just didn't know when." Mary K. sighed and placed Moira down on the fluffy black comforter.

LATER THAT NIGHT

I was lying in Mary K.'s bed with Moira huddled up next to me in a sleeping gown that I put her in. I myself was in a sleeping gown that was rather medieval. Ha! That's not a surprise. Mary K. was sleeping or pretending to sleep on the floor.

"Mary K. remember I'm a blood witch. I know your not sleeping." I said.

"Man, your good! I want to ask you something. I promise I'll not tell Dad or Mom."

"Okay, what's up?"

"Who's Moira's father?" Oh no! Not this question.

"She doesn't have one." I replied in a emotionless voice. Mary K. propped herself up on one elbow to look at me. I propped myself up on one elbow to lean over my daughter and look at her.

"Morgan don't try and pull that on me. I'm no child. I know there has to be a father."

"Well she doesn't have one. And I already told you that. It's just me and Moira." my voice broke at the end. Damn it!

"Morgan . . . please. Just tell me." I got out of bed and stood near her window. Then I broke down in sobs. Silently I cried. Mary K. came over and wrapped her arms around me. I just held on tightly.

I needed to stop crying. So I said my spell again.

Water runs

Water stops

I cast a spell to stop water

And remain it all at the top.

Mary K. noticed I was murmuring words so she took a step back. She gasped when all my tears dissipated.

"Morgan you can't stop the flow of water forever. It has to come out some time." She sighed and looked at me. She had . . . sadness in her eyes. But it wasn't directed at me. At someone else . . .

Moira must of felt the absence of my warm body, she turned over to face the window with me and Mary K. outlined and glowing from the effect of the moonlight she mumbled something. I nodded at Mary K. and gave her a silent thank you. Than I hopped into bed and held my child close to my body to warm her up again. Mary K. fell asleep close after that. I could feel her uncased feelings of confusion and determination. I started drifting to sleep right after that.

It was morning. It came way to soon. Another night of restlessness and no sleep. No wonder I had my 'black eyes'.

Soon after that Mary K. got up and went to the shower. Moira was waking up too. She turned over and faced me. I put a smile on my face for her. She smiled at me and opened her beautiful green eyes. Ah. My angel. But her smile turned into a frown. With her finger she traced over my blackish blue circles under my eyes.

"Mommy you didn't sleep last night did you?" I didn't need to worry Moira.

"Of course I did sweets." For like two hours I said to myself. Moira sensing something wasn't right smiled again to cheer me up. And her smile did. Than she put her arms around my neck.

"Mommy I love you. You know that right?" My angel, my angel.

"Of course honey, I will always love you too. To the moon and back." Moira giggled at her favorite line. She repeated it to me.

"To the moon and back, mommy. Love you always."

I just got out of my shower and I dressed myself in a light blueish dress. Medieval of course. I braided my hair this time in two braids. My hair was so long. I walked down stairs after that and saw to my delight that Moira was sitting in her five year old chair eating a banana and cereal. I felt a familiar presence coming up the walk. Oh no! Damn it!! I ran down the rest of the steps and grabbed Moira out of her chair. She dropped the banana that she was about to put in her mouth.

"Mary K. , mom, dad do NOT tell Hunter that I'm here! I did not come to see him. I came to see you guys. Don't tell him." I ran up the stairs with Moira and hid ourselves in my dusty room. I looked around and it was all the same. My sweet old room. Moira felt all at home in this little room. I stepped onto the brown unforgivable rug. I stopped. I remembered that one time me and Hunter used his father's lueg to scry. Than we made out on the rug. Moira came to me and pulled on my shirt"Mommy can I use a spell to get all the dust away?" Hunter would sense it.

"No not right now."

"Oh please?"

"I said no Moira. Not right now."

"Fine Mommy." And then she smiled. I still couldn't believe it. She was my perfect angel. Now I just had to wait. For. Him. to. Leave.

"Now we must be very quiet. Okay darling?" I asked

"Yes. I understand."

And then we waited. All the meanwhile my heart was about to make me run downstairs and jump in his arms. No. don't think that. Just wait till he leaves.