It had been three weeks since finding out she was pregnant and Prue awoke each morning to what was becoming a familiar feeling of sickness, and spent the first ten minutes of the day with her head over the toilet bowl. Coming down the stairs she heard a man's voice that she recognised. She was contemplating going back to bed and hiding out in her room all day when Phoebe spotted her. Prue walked downstairs and came face to face with the one person she had never expected to see when she'd awoken that morning – her father.

"Victor," she said, extending her hand for a handshake.

"Prudie," he replied, accepting her hand but pulling her into a bear hug. She wriggled free after just a few seconds of contact.

"Dad, it's Prue. I haven't been Prudie since I was eight years old. Not that you'd know – you haven't been around since then either," she told him rather coldly.

The Charmed Ones' father had left when they were young. He was a mortal and had found it hard to deal with his daughters' magic and not being able to protect them from danger. Piper and Phoebe had since forgiven him for leaving, but Prue was still burdened by her anger. She was older when it had happened, and had felt the abandonment more. Victor had been absent from their lives for twenty years before he returned just after they'd received their powers. That was over a year ago and he'd disappeared again just as quickly as he'd arrived. Prue couldn't imagine why he'd be here now and she certainly didn't want him around.

Piper brought out a plate of biscuits from the kitchen and motioned for them all to sit in the living room. She took a seat on the couch with Phoebe and Victor, while Prue perched coldly on the edge of the coffee table. Prue glared at Victor with her hands crossed.

"Why are you here?" she asked, practically spitting the words at him.

"I heard I was going to be a Grandpa. Congratulations, Sweetheart."

With that Prue shot a glance at her youngest sister. Piper caught on to what this meant.

"Phoebs, you've been in contact with Dad all this time?" she asked, sounding just a little hurt.

"Um, yeah," Phoebe nodded, avoiding her sisters' gazes. "I'd lost Dad once, I wasn't about to do it again. I'm so sorry, Prue. I didn't mean to tell him – it just kind of slipped out.

"You had no right to tell him. It's not your news to tell!" Prue said angrily. She kicked the couch with her foot narrowly avoiding Victor's leg.

"Your aim is a little off, Prudence. Try again," he said calmly. He grabbed her hand and held tight as she tried to pull away. "Now how is Andy? Is he excited about the baby?" Prue wrenched her hands from Victor's grip and stood up. Her eyes glistened with tears.

"Oh, so that part you didn't tell him. Pretended we were playing happy families, did you? Witches don't get to have happy families. You of all people should know that!"

Instinctively, Piper jumped up to comfort her sister. Phoebe turned to Victor.

"Dad, Andy's dead. He was killed by a demon about two months ago. I didn't tell you because I usually try to not say anything about Prue's life. It's her decision whether she wants to let you in. I just slipped up by telling you about the baby," she explained, more so for Prue's sake than Victor's. Victor looked confused.

"But I could have sworn I saw Andy leaving as I arrived this morning. It must have been somebody else. Prudence, I'm so sorry. This must be so hard on you." He stood and moved closer to Prue. She would have backed away had Piper not been holding onto her arm. Victor hugged his eldest daughter. Hot tears fell onto his shoulder. Prue didn't hug back but she didn't try to fight him either.

"I'm sorry I left you without a father. I'm sorry I taught you that fathers never stay. And I'm sorry that came true for your baby. If I could change any of that, I would," he whispered into her ear. Prue sniffled and for just a brief second, hugged him back before dropping her hands and wriggling out of his grip.

"I should be going. I'll keep in touch this time – I promise." Victor said. "I'll show myself out." He grabbed Piper and Phoebe in a bear hug then walked towards the front door.

Silence engulfed the living room for the next few minutes. Tears still fell down Prue's face. Piper felt torn between her role as the peacekeeper and wanting to be mad at Phoebe for keeping her contact with Victor a secret. Phoebe felt incredibly guilty about everything.

"I'm sorry," said Phoebe quietly, breaking the silence. "I should have told you I was keeping in touch with Dad, Piper. And I shouldn't have told Dad anything about you, Prue. I screwed up, again, I know."

Prue's expression softened a little. Phoebe's heart had been in the right place. She'd only told Victor about Prue's pregnancy because she was excited to share such good news. And she'd probably kept the fact that she was in contact with him a secret because she was afraid her sisters might try to stop her. Prue had always assumed that since she didn't want to know her father that Piper and Phoebe didn't either. Obviously, that wasn't true.

"Phoebe, I know you meant well. And I would have told Victor about the baby eventually. But I just thought the first person I told, besides you two, would be Andy." The admission surprised even Prue. She'd tried very hard to put Andy out of her mind. She avoided the cemetery at all costs, even taking the long way to work.

"Oh honey, he knows. Of course he knows," Phoebe reassured her, taking a seat on the couch and patting the cushion next to her. Prue sat down there and Piper took a seat on the other side of Phoebe.

"I just thought telling him would make it easier. Like everything would make more sense if he just knew. You know, like a weight would be lifted off of my shoulders. I just haven't had the courage to go and visit his grave yet.

"We'll go with you, if you want. I'll drive." Piper offered.

"We could go this afternoon," suggested Phoebe.

"Victor saw someone leaving the house today and it couldn't have been Andy. Should we be worried about demons?" Prue asked in a desperate attempt to change the subject.

"I don't know," Phoebe said uncertainly. "I guess we just keep a stronger eye out. But we were talking about you, missy. It's a weekend; let's go to the cemetery after lunch."

Piper parked the Jeep in front of the big green gates of the cemetery. They looked tall and menacing to Prue, who was finding it difficult to find the strength to get out of the car. Phoebe kissed her cheek and squeezed her hand in a sign of support. Piper pointed out where Andy's grave was; Prue had been too distraught at the funeral to remember. Prue opened the car door and slid out. He knees felt shaky as she walked towards the gates. She bit her nails nervously as she passed row upon row of gravestones. Some were weathered and old while some were brand new with flowers placed upon them. Prue wondered whether anybody had visited Andy's grave yet. She desperately hoped so. He didn't deserve to be lonely just because she'd been too scared to come see him. She held her breath as she neared Andy's grave. The two roses she'd left at his funeral lay wilted on the ground in front of his headstone. She knelt down and picked them up, letting out the breath she'd been holding.

"Andy…" her voice sounded small and far away. She cleared her throat. Her fingers traced the inscription on the headstone as she tried to figure out what to say. "I don't know if you're here, or if you can hear me. I don't know how to say this. I guess I just come right out and say it. I'm pregnant." Her hands cupped her stomach which bulged ever so slightly. "I don't know how I'll do this without you. I don't want to do this without you. But I promise our child will know how amazing their Daddy was. They'll know all about you. I love you, Andy." She stood up and brushed the grass off of her knees. She was suddenly aware cheeks were wet with tears. Dabbing her eyes she stood and shifted her weight from side to side. She'd been so scared to come to the cemetery yet now she couldn't seem to tell her feet to leave. Forcing one foot in front of the other, she walked towards the car. As she reached the gates, she could have sworn she felt warm breath against her neck, as a familiar voice whispered her name. She turned but there was nothing there but the summer breeze.