A/N: It's finally here. The finale of "my" finale! I can't believe it's really over. This chapter is dedicated the amazing cast of show that's been there through the past eight years of my life. (I know, it sounds so sappy. But if hadn't been for Charmed, I can name three people right off the bat who I never would have met, never would I have shared tears with, and thus never would have touched my heart. I can also name two pretty cool writers that I talk to regularly, who I never would have met either.) The show will be missed, but I know you'll live on through good fanfiction, and because of that it makes saying goodbye a smidge easier. So as Grams would say, "Blessed Be," Charmed!

Fourever Charmed, Part Four

"Whoa!" Paige was still wobbling when her blue flare reappeared, bringing her to her first of many destinations for the night. "Where the hell am I?"

"Paige?"

Paige turned around slowly, recognizing the voice instantly. "Dad?"

Samuel Wilder stood proudly with his hands clasped together. He was wearing simple blue jeans and a cotton flannel, button up shirt. A warm smile was plastered on his face. Most strange, however, was that he looked transparent.

"Wh-where am I?"

"In the future." Sam held out his hand, beckoning for his daughter to take it. "We're more like apparitions, though. Just here to watch, not see or be seen."

Paige blinked. "In the future?" She shook her head. "Am I dreaming?"

"No."

"But why are you here?"

Samuel grinned. "I was chosen to guide you through what you see today."

"What about Piper and Phoebe?"

"They both have their own guides," Sam explained. He flicked his direction towards the only door in the room that they were standing in.

"Where are we?"

"Look around, Paige."

Paige cocked her head to the side. She and her Father were standing in a spotlessly white room. Cabinets and a sink lined the wall to her left, along with a large red garbage bin, and a bed with a white paper covering in the center of the room. "Are we at a hospital?"

Sam nodded.

"Why?"

"Just watch."

The Charmed One pursed her lips, watching the door intently.

The door swung open, and a giggling couple scuttled into the room, followed by a nurse dressed in pink scrubs.

Paige gasped. "Is that me?" She moved closer to the door. "And Henry!"

"Please take a seat on the bed," the nurse instructed. She grabbed a pen from the clipboard she was carrying. "How've you been feeling lately, Mrs. Matthews?"

"A little sick," Future Paige replied. She was now lying on her back on the bed, holding Henry's hand as he sat by her stood at her side.

"A little?" Henry cocked a brow. "Try a lot. She's far too modest."

The nurse chuckled as she made a note on her clipboard. "Okay then. I'll leave you two alone a minute, and Doctor Kent will be in soon."

"Thank you," Future Paige called as the nurse left the room.

Henry scooted on the bed beside his wife, gently brushing her pale face. "How're you feeling right now?"

Future Paige placed her hand to her stomach. "Good," she murmured, "really good."

Paige's hand flew to her flat stomach and she stared, wide eyed. She reached blinding for her Father, before she felt his hands snake around her back. Quietly, she sunk in closer to him.

The door swung open again, this time another woman with bright red hair walked in. She wore a white lab coat, a stethoscope around her neck, and held a clipboard in her hand. "Hi," she greeted cheekily. "I'm Doctor Kent." She glanced down at her chart. "So Mrs. Matthews, I see you're here to get an ultra sound?"

Future Paige nodded vigorously.

"Well, lets get this ball in play, shall we?" Doctor Kent moved the door, opening it and wheeling in an ultra sound machine. "Mr. Mitchell?"

Henry glanced up, curiously. "Yes?"

"Can you please plug in this cord in the socket behind you?"

"Of course." Henry took the cord, turned around, and inserted into the socket.

Doctor Kent wheeled the machine around the hospital bed, to Paige and Henry's other side. She pressed a button, and the machine buzzed to life. "Mrs. Matthews, I'll need you to lift your shirt." She grabbed a pair of gloves from one of the cabinets, and slid them into her hands. Opening up a drawer just below, she grabbed a blue and white tube.

Future Paige cringed, as she lifted up her shirt. A good sized bump, like someone had placed a deep dish frying pan, bottom up under her skin, was showing.

"I gather you've been through this a couple times before?"

Henry and Future Paige nodded in unison.

"Well then I don't have to tell you that this will be cold." Doctor Kent massaged the tube for a moment, before taking off the cap and squirting a silver dollar sized blob onto Future Paige's bare stomach. "I apologize for the discomfort."

Goosebumps spread like wildfire over Future Paige's snow white skin. She tugged harder at Henry's hand.

Doctor Kent began to slowly move part of the machine around the future Charmed One's stomach. A fuzzy gray, white, and black image exploded onto the screen. After several tense minutes of silence, she smiled. "Everything looks perfect! You've got a perfectly healthy baby on your…" Her voice trailed off, as her eyes flickered in astonishment.

Future Paige gripped her husband's hand, making it turn almost red. "W-what's wrong?" She sputtered. "Is my baby okay?"

Doctor Kent's lips curled, as she turned with a grin to the expecting parents. "Absolutely nothing. Would you like to know the sex?"

Future Paige and Henry exchanged looks. After a beat, they both turned back to the doctor with confident looks. "Yes."

"Daughters."

Henry and Future Paige looked wild eyed. "Daughters!"

Doctor Kent removed her gloves, and flicked off the machine. A smirk was left on her lips, as she moved to the sink to get a towel for her patient to wipe herself off with.

"We're going to have a daug-"

Then she heard it. A mutual gasp. Doctor Kent whirled around to see their shocked faces.

"Daughters?" Henry gaped. "As in, plural?"

"Daughters," Doctor Kent confirmed. "You're having two, beautiful twin girls."

Henry laughed, and even a few joyful tears spurted from his eyes. "Paige! We're having two, beautiful baby girls!"

Future Paige wiped the gel from her stomach, and swung her legs over the edge of the hospital bed. "Twins," she breathed. "Henry. Twins, Henry, twins!" She jumped into his arms, kissing and hugging her husband with joy. Leaning into her husband, she planted a soft kiss on his lips.

"Twins," Paige gasped. "Twins?" She looked to her Father, realizing his eyes were beaming for her. "I'm having twins?"

"I'm so happy for you, baby girl."

A few joyful, transparent tears streaked down her face. She jumped at her Father, hugging him with everything she had. "Daddy," she squealed for the first time in her life, "I'm having twin girls!"

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Phoebe moved warily around the room. "What the hell?" She folded her arms. She appeared to be in her own loft, but she had absolutely no idea why. "Hello?" She cupped her hands around her mouth. "Hey! What's going on here?"

"We've come to see your future, Phoebe."

"How did you get here? You didn't drink a potion." Phoebe stared agape at Melinda Warren, who had mysteriously appeared just several feet away.

"I told you I had another purpose in coming here today. This is what you've desired for years now, and as my wedding gift to you, I will be your personal guide through the key moments that will define your future."

Phoebe blinked in astonishment. "Oh my gosh," she squeaked. "This has got to be one of the most precious wedding gifts ever!"

Melinda Warren flicked her wrist in the direction of the center of the room. "Watch."

Phoebe turned around, staring. "There isn't any-" She stopped abruptly, as a familiar hazy red heart appeared in mid air, followed by a shower of pink haze. "Coop?"

"Ahhh!" Future Phoebe Halliwell appeared in her husband's transportive power. Along side her, besides Coop, were Piper and Paige. Phoebe squeezed her eyes shut. "Coop!"

"I'm right here," Coop whispered. He took the cool cloth he was holding and placed it to her head. "Just breathe."

"Does it look like I can breathe?" Future Phoebe growled. Her face was beat red, and although her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, wispy strands were still sticking to the sides of her contorted face.

"Paige, get her onto the bed!"

"Bed," Paige yelled, waving at her fully pregnant older sister. In a swirl of Paige's telekinetic orbs, her elder sister disappeared into the next bedroom. Unfortunately for her, she could still hear Future Phoebe's screams from the next room. "Come on," she said, ushering Coop and Piper into the bedroom. "It'll be any time now."

"She's right," Piper instructed. "Go get some towels."

"Oh no you don't!" Future Phoebe roared. "Coop, I want you right beside me!"

"Alrighty then," Piper said quickly. "I'll go get the towels." She moved quickly out of the room, as Coop moved to his wife's side.

Phoebe moved across the carpet, walking behind her future self and her husband. "Is this the child I saw in my visions?" She asked, looking across the room at Melinda Warren.

Melinda just smiled. "Keep watching," she replied softly.

"Pheebs," Paige said as cheerfully as possible, "I'm gonna need you to start pushing here pretty soon."

Future Phoebe elicited another horrific scream. This time she was holding Coop's hand and it began to change from white, to red, to blue, and finally to purple.

"Phoebe!" Piper came in the room with a gasp. She shoved the towels into Paige's arms and flicked her wrists, freezing Coop. "His hand!"

"And you think that's pain," Future Phoebe scoffed. "Labor is real pain!"

Piper glared. "I know what real pain is, Phoebe Halliwell. I've had two sons, remember?"

As another contraction hit, Future Phoebe yelped again. Her nails dug into Coop's hand, unfreezing him.

Coop winced under his wife's pressure.

Paige moved to the edge of the bed, bending down. "Phoebe, push!"

"Agh!"

"Again!"

Piper crawled onto the bed and stroked her sister's face. She quickly switched the washcloth Coop had placed on Future Phoebe's forehead, for a colder one. "You can do it, Phoebe. You've wanted this little girl more than anything in the world!"

"I can see a head!" Paige squealed. She snagged a towel from atop the bed. "Phoebe, come on! Breathe. Push and breathe!"

Coop reached around his wife and began to massage her shoulders with his free hand. Kneeling down he whispered into her ear, "Just a little longer. You can do it, honey. This is what we've been waiting for."

Tears bubbled down Future Phoebe's face. "I don't know if I can," she screamed through another contraction.

Coop dabbed his wife's flushed cheeks with the washcloth. "And you think I'm cliché? This is how all the movies go, and then they always end up with a beautiful baby at the end."

This time, Future Phoebe laced her fingers with Coop's and attempted her special breathing.

"One more push, Pheebs!"

Future Phoebe clamped her eyes shut and elicited another scream. With everything she had, she pushed. It was only when she heard her baby sister gasp in awe did she realize it was over. She released Coop's hand, which was slightly purple, and began panting involuntarily.

"Oh gosh, Phoebe." Paige gushed as she wiped her new niece with a dampened, white towel. "Oh baby, you're so beautiful!"

"Lemme see!" Piper squealed, jumping off the bed. She scuttled over to Paige and shoved her head over her new niece. "Oh Phoebe! She's gorgeous!"

Future Phoebe slunk back into her pillow. "Can I see my own daughter now?" She was out of breath, and sweating like a pig.

Phoebe moved around the bed and over to Piper and Paige, trying her damndest to get a sneak peek at her future daughter, unfortunately both of her sisters were in the way. "Geeze! Selfish much?"

Melinda laughed. "Does it remind you of someone?"

Phoebe blushed. "Hey, I didn't steal Wyatt or Chris after they were born."

"No," Melinda agreed. "But you did have that fetish with Wyatt, where you were even giving Piper breast feeding advice."

"You know about that?"

Melinda smiled serenely. "The afterlife can be a lonely place, and checking up on my descendants can be quite interesting." She shrugged. "Besides, I have very advanced premonitions, too." Melinda waved her arm. "You might try now."

Phoebe spun around, eyeing Paige as she moved to Future Phoebe's side. "Oh, oh! Let me see!" She cried, edging around Paige and Coop.

Future Phoebe cooed in delight, as she held her new pink bundle in her arms. "Look! It's the same button nose I in my premonition!" She touched the baby's soft cheeks. "And look at those big, puppy dog brown eyes. And that hair! Oh, Coop, she's amazing!"

Being so tall, Coop opted to kneel next to the bed and lean across his wife. He began to make soft, cooing noises and talk in baby talk to his newborn daughter.

Behind Coop, Piper and Paige bounced in delight. "What're ya gonna name her? What're ya gonna name her?"

Coop gently slid the infant from his wife's arms and into his own, cuddling her close to his chest. "Do you have any ideas, Phoebe?"

Future Phoebe folded her arms. "Well, I was thinking that maybe I wanted to start a new tradition."

Piper and Paige exchanged curiously glances.

"Like what?" Coop inquired.

"Well, way back when Prue, Piper, and I were sent to the past to save Melinda Warren, I took part in a ritual that told me my true love's name would begin with a 'C.' I always thought that would be Cole, because he was my first love. But obviously it was meant for you. 'Cupid' and 'Coop.' Sort of a double sign, if you ask me. I guess the universe was screaming to get my attention." She rolled her brown eyes. "So I was thinking of starting a 'C' tradition."

"I have an idea," Coop suddenly spoke up.

"You do?"

Coop pulled to his full height, and began to gently rock the child in his arms. "I think we should name her Colleen."

"Colleen?" Phoebe looked incredulous. "But that's the feminine version of-"

"Cole." Coop nodded his head vigorously. "If it hadn't been for Cole, you may have never opened up your heart, Phoebe."

"I would've never closed it, either."

"It was closed until he fell in love with you. And, if you recall, my story about him helping you to believe in love again, was what made you finally consider accepting a relationship between us." Coop touched his daughter's pink skin. "And besides, you can't deny the good that he did. It truly was The Source that drove him mad. He wasn't always evil, and we all know that."

Future Phoebe shook her head in astonishment. "I'm just surprised you want to name our daughter after the man I had the longest relationship with, before you."

"I have the utmost respect for love, Phoebe. And Cole was the epitome of that, whether or not he ended up showing that in the right way."

Future Phoebe was silent for several minutes, and then she motioned for Coop to lay their daughter back in her arms. When he did, she looked down at her baby girl and smiled. "Colleen. Okay, if you're sure about it, then Colleen it is. In honor of all the good that Cole did, that was so often overlooked." She cuddled her daughter close to her chest.

"What about her middle name?" Piper spoke up.

Coop and Future Phoebe looked into each other's eyes. "Paris. After the, 'City of Love,' the place where we spent out honeymoon."

"Coincidentally, that's also a 'P,'" Paige pointed out.

Future Phoebe snickered. "That's completely by chance. If the City of Love had been in any other place in the world, and was not named with a 'P,' we'd still be giving her the name." She held her newborn daughter into the air. "Colleen Paris Halliwell, welcome home!"

Phoebe placed her fingers to her mouth. Small tears were springing from her eyes. "Colleen Paris," she murmured. "My little ladybug. She's amazing."

----

Piper spun around in a three-sixty turn. She placed her hands on her hips. "What the heck is going on?" She found herself standing in the attic, but something seemed off about it. She couldn't quite place her finger on it, though.

"Piper."

"Prue?" Piper whirled around, spying her big sister. "How did you get here?" She narrowed her gaze. "What's going on here?"

"Come stand by me."

"What's going on?"

"Trust me," Prue insisted. "If you come over here, I promise all your questions will be answered in a few minutes."

"I still don't understand what you're doing here," Piper said as she moved to her sister.

"I'm your guide."

"My guide? My guide for what?"

"Your guide for the future."

"The future?"

"Didn't Melinda tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

Prue tossed her arms into the air. "Oh for goodness sakes! You were brought here to see the key moments in your future, as your reward for stopping The Ultimate Power and preserving the Power of Three."

"What in the world are you talking about?"

Prue folded her arms and turned abruptly towards the closed attic door.

The door flung open and in marched Future Piper, Leo, Paige, Phoebe, Patty, Penny, Future Prue, six-year-old Wyatt, five-year-old Chris, two little girls who appeared about three-years-old or so, and a very tiny little girl who appeared about one-year-old. Each was dressed to impress, particularly Future Piper and Leo. In addition, there was an infant baby girl in Piper's arms. The child was dressed in a beautiful satin dress, trimmed in soft white lace.

"Prue is that-"

"Shh!"

Future Piper had tears in her eyes as she approached the center of the room, stopping before the Book of Shadows. "Leo," she choked, "I can't believe this is actually happening."

Leo slid his arm around his wife's shoulders, kissing the top of her head lightly. "But we finally did it, Piper. We finally had our little girl." He leaned down, sliding the little bundle into his arms and rocked her gently. "I always knew I'd get to meet you one day, Melinda Halliwell."

Future Piper turned around, motioning for Future Prue to come over.

"C'mon Grams," Future Prue begged. "I'm still not fully convinced that I'm going to do this right."

Penny rolled her eyes, lightly slapping Future Prue on the back. "Dear, you'll do fine, trust me." She moved her head towards Leo and the baby. "The first step is to hold your niece, Prudence."

Leo turned, walking to his sister-in-law and held the baby out, sliding her into Future Prue's arms.

"Thank you," Future Prudence replied. She gazed down at her niece. "I really can't believe this is happening."

"Do you remember what we practiced?" Penelope questioned.

Future Prue nodded.

"Come on, come on," Patty urged. She swung out her hands. "Gather around!" She grabbed Paige and Phoebe by the arms, pulling them to the center of the room, just behind Future Prue and Penny. "Wyatt, Chris, come see! You don't want to miss your baby sister's Wiccaning, now do you?"

Chris shook her head and scurried over to his grandmother. "Melly get Wiccaed by Auntie Prue?"

"That's right, honey." Patty ruffled his brown mop of hair and pulled both her grandson's close to her leg. "C'mere, Wyatt, sweetie!"

Phoebe giggled, reaching down and scooping up the one-year-old. "Look, sweetie, cousin Melinda's getting Wiccaned today. Just like you did last year, baby girl."

"That's Phoebe's daughter?" Piper questioned. She moved towards her sisters. She eyed the twin girls curiously. "Are they Phoebe's too?"

Prue placed her hands on her hips. "Sorry, Piper. This is your future, not theirs. I can't tell you."

Penny clasped her hands together. "Spit spot, Prudence. Lets get a move on here!"

Future Prue cleared her throat as she raised the baby, Melinda, into the air. "I call forth from space and time, Matriarchs from the Halliwell line, mothers, daughters, sisters, friends, our family's spirit without end, to gather now in this sacred place, and help us bring this child to grace!"

A magical wind whispered through the futuristic attic, blowing gently across the faces of everyone within it. Then in a swirl of magical white lights, an entire half of the attic filled with transparent Matriarchs from the Warren lineage.

"The next generation has been born into our family, our legacy." Future Prue stepped towards the generations of her ancestors. "We pledge to be with this child, this beautiful girl, always. Apart but never separate, free but never alone. She is one of us and because of that, we will bless her with all the goodness that we are. Welcome to the family, Melinda Prudence Halliwell!" She pulled the baby to her face, kissing Melinda Prudence softly on the forehead. "Blessed be."

"Blessed be," came the collective murmur from the Warren Matriarchs.

Penny and Patty moved towards the Warren Matriarchs. As they towards their ancestors, they dissolved into apparition form, and stood front and center. "Blessed be."

"Blessed be," Future Piper and Leo chorused.

"Blessed be!" Paige and Phoebe echoed.

"Blessed be," Wyatt and Chris murmured quietly.

Future Prue moved to her sister, placing the child within her sister's arm. She moved towards her Mother and grandmother, instantly turning to spirit form as she reached them. She wiped a transparent tear from her face, and waved to her family. "I'll see you soon, my little Melinda." A swathe of white lights enshrouded the whole of the Warren Matriarchs, making their way to Patricia and Penelope back, and finally to Future Prue. Then they were gone.

"Prue," Piper gasped. She moved with stealth to her big sister, throwing her arms around her in excitement and tears.

Prue snaked her arms around her sister's body, rubbing soft circles into her back. "Congratulations, Piper."

"I'm finally going to have my little Melinda!"

----

"It's Henry!" Paige's brow creased. "But why are we in his office?" She looked around, noting that Henry looked considerably older than in the last couple visions she'd seen him in. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine," Sam Wilder promised.

"So…" Paige paced about the room. She moved around the table, peering over her husband's shoulder. "So it looks like he's filling out the normal papers and all. Is there really something important I need to see?"

Sam flicked his head toward the door, just as it opened to reveal Future Paige, a pair of twin girls about the age of seven, and a little boy about the age of two.

"Who's that?" Paige asked, moving quickly towards her future self and twin girls.

Henry looked up, grinning from ear to ear. "Paige!" He moved from his desk, greeting his wife at the door and kissing her softly.

"Daddy! Guess what happened today!"

Henry crouched down to the eye level one of the twins, which was dressed in a blue dress. "What Mitchie?"

"I got to ride the pony at the zoo!"

Henry looked over at his wife. "The zoo?"

"We went to the petting zoo today," Future Paige informed.

"But Morrisa was to scared to ride the pony!" Mitchie taunted, pointing towards the twin in a red dress.

"Was not! I just didn't want to!" Morrisa sneered.

Future Paige slapped her hands together, catching her daughters' attention. "Mitchelle Piper Matthews," she growled. "What have I told you about arguing with your sister?"

Mitchie's head dropped to her chest, and she folded her arms in an instant pout.

"Mitch-" Future Paige's eyed bulged. "Henry Samuel!" She darted across the room. She grabbed at her levitating son, yanking him out of the air and wagging her finger at him. "Sweetheart! What have I told you about using your powers in public?"

Henry Jr. bulged out his lower lip. "I sowwy, Momma."

Future Paige brushed at Henry Jr.'s hair, and set him down on her husband's desk.

While Future Paige's back was turned, Morrisa flashed a cynical glare at her twin sister. She stuck out her tongue.

"Mom!" Mitchie freaked. "Morie stucked her tongue out at me!"

Future Paige growled as she turned towards her twin daughters. "Morrisa Phoebe Matthews! Don't make me tell you twi-"

"Paige." Henry moved to his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist lovingly. "Ignore them for a minute."

"But Henry-"

"Relax." Henry kissed her forehead, and moved down to her shoulders and neck. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I love you."

Finally, the future Charmed One relaxed into her lover's arms. "I love you too."

"And you know what else I love?"

"Hmm?"

Henry moved to his wife's side, waving his hand across the room at their three children. "I love our life. You're the best thing to ever happen to me, Ms. Paige Matthews."

Paige looked at her Father, back at her future family, and then returned her gaze back to Samuel. "I have three kids? Two beautiful girls, and a boy." She swept past the twin girls. "Mitchelle and Morrisa," she whispered. "I must've named them after Darryl and Henry." She made a one-eighty turn, looking at the little boy on the desk. "And Henry Samuel," she whispered.

Sam's eyes were watering. "I'm surprised you named him after me."

"Why?"

"I would've thought you'd of named him after your 'real' Father."

Paige was silent. She moved to him, wrapped her arms around her biological parent, and leaned close to his ear. "I had two real Fathers," she whispered. "And you know what? That makes me really, really special. Most kids only have one, if that at all."

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Future Phoebe leaned intensely into Coop's arms. "I can't believe we're actually doing this."

Coop stroked her long, silky brown hair. "It had to come sometime, Phoebe."

"I know," the future witch choked, "but so soon?"

"Eighteen years flies by pretty quickly, huh?"

Phoebe's hand flew to her throat. "Is that…Colleen?"

Colleen Paris Halliwell, Phoebe and Coop's future daughter, appeared tall and beautiful at the top of the stairs. Her hair was dark, Coop's color, but it was short and curled naturally at the ends, hanging just above her shoulders. Her face was slightly rounded, with a high cheekbones and a longer chin. Her curves, and the very essence of her walked echoed a young and rebellious Phoebe Halliwell.

Colleen took the railing of the stairs and padded her way down the lush, blue carpeting. Obviously it had not been the loft she'd been born in, nor the history rich Halliwell Manor, but Phoebe and Coop's own home that Colleen had moved into when she was three-years-old.

The witch-Cupid reached the bottom, stopping to spin for her parents. The edge of her far too short, denim mini skirt fanned around her mid thigh, and her blue sequined halter top gleamed from the light which filtered through a huge sliding glass door on the far side of the room.

"I'm gonna miss you so much, lady bug," Future Phoebe sobbed. She threw her arms around her eighteen-year-old daughter, hugging the daylights out of her.

"I'm only going to Massachusetts, Mom. What's with the water works?"

"But it's still so far away!" Future Phoebe blubbered.

"I'm only a heart away," she promised, referring to Cupid form of transportation. She wriggled free of her Mother's grasp, and moved onto her Father. "I'll miss you, Daddy!"

"We're all gonna miss you, baby." Coop kissed his daughter's forehead. "Have you said goodbye to your sisters?"

"No. I haven't seen them, actually. They said they had a surprise for me, although I don't know what it could possibly be."

Coop and Future Phoebe exchanged amused looks.

Colleen's brows shut up in much the way her Mother's often did. "Is there something I should know?"

Coop glanced down at his watch. "Actually…" A blaring noise of a car horn pierced his, as well as Future Phoebe and Colleen's ears. "Yes." He motioned proudly for the door, ushering his eldest daughter to it.

"What's going on?"

Curious, Phoebe followed her future self to the door. As it opened, she elicited a high pitched squeal in time with her future daughter's.

"Oh my Goddess! Oh my freakin' Goddess!" Colleen bounced up and down, throwing her arms around her Father and then kissing her Mother's cheeks.

"Go check it out!" The Future Charmed One urged. She flicked her hand in the direction of the open door.

"I can't believe it!" Colleen Halliwell bounded out the door, ran straight down the cobblestone walk way, and ran around the side of a brand new, 2026 Arrest Me Red Ford Mustang Convertible, which rested at the curb. She shrieked, as she swung open the door and climbed into the soft, white leather driver's seat.

"I'm so jealous of you." A girl who looked only about a year young sat in the passenger's seat. She had her arms folded against her lap and wore a pair of dark shades. She was trying to scowl, but she couldn't hold in her excitement. Unlike Colleen, she looked far more like Coop than she did Phoebe.

Colleen reached under the steering wheel, and turned the key. The engine roared to life, and she shrieked again. "Charlotte," she grinned to the girl next to her, "I'm sure Mom and Dad will get you something equally cool when you graduate next year."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Maybe if I was going to Harvard," she groaned. "But I'm not."

Colleen's fingers groped the radio knob.

"Yeah right!" A girl who looked about fourteen-years-old, and seemed very tomboy in comparison with the girls in the front seat, poked her head in between them. "You'll probably end up in Connecticut, going to Yale or something. You two have rivaled at everything else. Why not college?"

"What about you?" Colleen suddenly asked, craning her neck around to see the youngest girl. "What do you want to do, Cass?"

"I want to be a professional writer, like Mom. I plan on going to Princeton, and becoming a screen writer."

"A screen writer, huh Cassandra?" Coop was now standing at the side of the car. His three daughters had never even noticed him and Future Phoebe walk up. "Guess we'll have to save up some more money, huh honey?"

Future Phoebe looped her arm around her husband's, and leaned her head on his arm. "Guess so." Through tears of joy, she looked to her oldest daughter and asked, "So what do you think?"

"I think," Colleen said as she flicked on the radio, "that you guys are the best parents in the universe!"

Melinda Warren neared Phoebe from behind. "Charlotte and Cassandra," she echoed. "I see you named them after my Mother and my granddaughter."

Wiping a tear from her eye, Phoebe whispered, "Yeah…I guess I did."

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Piper squinted her eyes. "Are we back in our own time?" She looked around the room, noting that it appeared to be decorated with flowers and wedding arrangements.

"Look closer," Prue smiled.

Piper moved to the fold out table, which was sprawling with gifts. As she neared it, she noticed a blown of picture sitting in its center. She gasped.

"Look familiar?" Prue giggled.

"Look familiar," Piper choked. "That's Chris! Chris and," Piper rubbed her head as she tried to remember, "B-B-Bi-Bianca! Chris and Bianca! She," Piper said as she pointed to the brunette in the photo, "is that Phoenix who tried to kill my son!" She placed her hands on her hips. "And she came all the way from the future to do it."

"But there was a reason they fell in love," Prue cautioned. "He saw something in her that was obviously good."

Piper's brows rose. She figured there was no better time to play the Devil's Advocate. "Like Phoebe did with Cole?"

Prue's blue eyes hardened. "Now is not the time, Piper." She motioned her sister along. "Come on, we're going to see my nephew." She jogged up the stairs, just as future versions of Paige and Phoebe came down, passing right through her. She smiled contently as she reached the top. When Piper finally reached the top, she rolled her eyes. "Slow poke."

"Oh shut up." Piper slipped past her sister and down the hallway, heading straight for her youngest son's room. As she neared it, the door swung open and she stopped dead in her tracks. There was her future self, along with her future sons. "Prue," she murmured in shock.

Prue grinned like mad. She crossed over to her sister and slipped her arm around Piper's waist. "They look pretty handsome, huh?"

"They're all grown up," the timing witch muttered.

"I asked her to marry me at the Golden Gate Park," Chris said to his older brother. "It was probably the best day of my life."

"I'm so happy for you, bro." Wyatt slapped his baby brother's back encouragingly. "You and Bianca were truly a match made in heaven." He glanced towards the ceiling. "So to speak, of course."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Melinda doesn't think so."

Wyatt shrugged. "That's just Melinda being Melinda. Mom tells me that Melly is a lot like Aunt Prue and Aunt Paige in that respect. She doesn't trust Bianca in the way that they didn't trust that one demon boyfriend of Aunt Phoebe's."

"The half demon?" Chris inquired. "Cole?"

"Yeah," Wyatt nodded, "that one."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Nobody's perfect. We all have good and bad in us, and we all can fall in love." He reached the end of the hallway, stopping at the top of the stairs. "Even after the pain Aunt Phoebe went through, she still realized Cole wasn't pure evil. If she hadn't, she wouldn't of named her first daughter after him."

Prue's eyes ballooned. "She convinced Coop to name their daughter after her ex? And Cole, of all people?"

Mimicking her sister, Piper shrugged. "Now isn't the time," she scoffed.

Wyatt laid a hand on his brother's shoulder, spinning him around. He quickly straightened the flower on Chris' vest pocket. "It'll take time, Chris, but I'm confident that she'll grow to understand."

"Or she could end up like Aunt Prue."

Wyatt glowered. "Don't you ever say that again."

Chris bowed his head. "I'm sorry."

"I know."

"I'm just nervous."

Wyatt smiled. "I'm right by your side," he whispered. He moved to the step, patted his brother's back, and ushered him down the steps. "All the way. Through thick and thin."

"Thanks, Wy."

"It's what brothers are for, right?"

Christopher Perry Halliwell nodded gratefully. He reached the bottom step.

"Are you ready?"

The brunette man's eyes swept the room one last time, and he nodded. "Yes." He stood a little straighter and briskly moved across the room.

Piper followed closely behind her future sons. She followed them into the sun room and stopped, leaning against the wall. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as Chris got into position in front of the altar, where Prue was residing over the ceremony. She sniffled when she saw Wyatt step behind Chris, obviously as his best man.

"Look!" Prue beamed, pointing to herself behind the pedestal. "I'm presiding over Chris' wedding!" She wiped her own wet eyes. "And I got to do Melinda's Wiccaning. Hey, I wonder if I'll be there for the birth of Wyatt's first child?"

"Shh," Piper whispered as she watched her future self clap her hands. "What am I doing?" Her question was answered as the classic wedding music began to play. "Wow. We must have a pretty fancy sound system in the future," she noted. It filled her ears from every centimeter in the room, and yet there wasn't a place too loud or too quiet.

"Piper, look."

Turning around, Piper spotted Bianca coming into the room.

Bianca's hair hung in brown waves down her bare shoulders, ending just a few inches before her flowering lace veil did. She wore a beautiful strapless, white satin gown which hugged the curves of her bust and waist, and flowered out into a blooming skirt and train that was several feet behind her. All across the front of the dress were tiny, red and orange embroidered flames. She wore a set of pearl earrings, a red velvet choker, and carried a bouquet of fresh wildflowers in her hands. Unmistakable, however, was the glittering diamond ring on her hand.

"That's the exact same one that Chris had with him the day that Bianca came back from the future!" Piper shook her head. "I didn't think he'd ever end up with her," she whispered. "Not with how things changed."

"You ended up with Melinda," Prue countered. "Some things are just meant to be."

The music stopped playing, and Bianca stood opposite Chris.

Future Prue cleared her throat. "We are gathered here to unite two souls as one. Do you, Bianca, and you, Christopher, join us here of your own free will to acknowledge the eternal bond shared by both of you?"

Chris was visibly confident. He stood as straight as an arrow. "I do."

"I do," came the soft reply from under the lace veil.

"You may face each other, and join hands." Future Prue turned first to Bianca. "Bianca, please recite your vows."

Bianca was silent a moment, and then her hands began to shake. "The day I met you changed my life. You changed me. I had never felt love before I met you, Chris. I was nothing more than a cold hearted murderer before you came into my life. And now each day I have something new and beautiful to look forward to. My life with you."

"Chris," Future Prue said as she turned to her nephew. As she glanced at the guests, she could see Future Piper sobbing into Leo's shoulder. She smiled slightly.

"I couldn't of asked for someone more amazing than you. I can't tell you how many times I've been told that we'd never make it, that it'd never work between a Phoenix and the son of a Charmed One, but we did it. This is the best day of my life, and all I can say is that I'm so glad I'm sharing it with you. I love you so much, Bianca."

"Here before witnesses, Bianca and Christopher have sworn their vows to each other. With this cord," Future Prue raised her hand and telekinetically looped a white cord around their entwined hands, "I bind them to those vows."

"Heart to thee, body to thee, always and forever, so mote it be."

"So mote it be."

"So mote it be," the guests echoed.

"Kiss her," Future Prue grinned.

Christopher Halliwell lifted his hands to the sides of his Phoenix bride's face, and pulled her lips softly to his.

Transparent tears spilled from Piper's eyes as she watched the scene. "I can't believe my little boy's getting married!"

Prue laced her fingers with her sister's. "Don't worry. This is still a long way off." She winked playfully.

----

Future Paige, in her late fifties, sat restlessly on a bony hospital waiting room chair. Her slightly wrinkled hand was clenched tightly around Henry's, and her twin daughters sat to her left. A few seats down from her, Phoebe and Piper were muttering something to one another. "It's been quite a while," she murmured. "Do you think something's gone wrong?"

Henry ran a hand through his fading hair. "Paige, you're such a worrywart."

"I just want to make sure that my first grandbaby is okay! Is that really too much to ask?" The Future Charmed One raked a hand through her grizzled hair, glancing over at the double doors that led into the delivery wing. "What's taking so long?"

"Don't you remember the birth of the girls?" Henry asked. "Or," his eyes twinkled, "Henry himself? He took longer than both of Phoebe's youngest girls combined!"

Future Paige's lip protruded from her pale lips. "But Henry-"

"Mom, Dad?"

Future Paige's head whipped around. "Henry!" She bounded to her feet and threw her arms around her son's neck. "What's going on? Is everything okay? Is Becky okay? The baby?"

"Mom," Henry Jr. chuckled, "calm down. Everything's fine." He wiped a strip of perspiration from his brow. "Becky's with the baby right now. We want you to come and see him."

"Him?" Henry's eyes beamed. "I have a little grandson?"

Henry Jr. nodded lovingly. "C'mon." He glanced back at his older sisters. "It's only two at a time, so if you guys can wait…"

One of the twins looked up. She was using her left hand to toy with a silver necklace that hung around her neck. 'Mitchelle' was sprawled out in calligraphic letters. "It's okay," she assured.

"Mom's been waiting for this for hours," the other twin, obviously Morrisa, announced.

Paige's heart pounded as she chased after her future self, Henry, and her son. She glanced over her shoulder, "Dad, come on. We have to go see what your great grandson looks like."

Sam Wilder smiled fondly. He moved quickly towards his daughter, sneaking past the double doors and down the hallway, before turning sharply into the first room on the left. His heart melted as he saw a young woman, obviously Becky, propped up against the head board of the hospital bed. "I guess that must be your daughter-in-law," he noted.

Paige nodded. She moved around the bed. "Oh my gosh," she whispered in aw. "He's gorgeous." She wanted so desperately to reach down and stroke the tiny pink baby, who was sleeping soundly, in Becky's arms.

"Becca, d'ya think my Mom can hold him?" Henry Jr. asked sincerely.

Becky grinned, holding out the baby to Future Paige. "He looks a lot like you," she commented.

"He looks like your Mother," Sam said as he glanced over his future daughter's shoulder.

"He looks like my Dad," Future Paige replied.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I don't have a handsome bone in my body," he refuted. "I don't know what your Mom ever saw in me."

"Don't say that," Paige scolded. "Whether you want to believe it or not, Mom loved you for you. And you're not as bad looking as you claim." She pointed to her future grandson's nose. "Look," she whispered. "He has your nose."

Instinctively, Sam placed his finger to his nose. "I guess," he murmured, "he does a little bit."

"What did you name him?" Henry asked.

"Wilder," Henry Jr. replied almost instantly. "Wilder Mitchell Matthews." He stroked his newborn son's pink head. "Willy, for short."

Henry leaned over his grandson, smiling like mad. "Hey there Willy," he cooed. "Do you know who I am? I'm your Grandpa Henry." He touched the side of his wife's cheek. "And this pretty lady? This is your Grandma Paige. And you know what?"

Future Paige beamed. "We're gonna spoil you rotten!"

"Wilder," Paige repeated. "See," she smirked, "I told you that he took after you!"

----

"And that was the spell that brought us our powers," Future Phoebe explained. She appeared to be somewhere between sixty and seventy. She was sitting on an over stuffed chair that had been stuffed into attic, and a little girl about the age of eight or nine was sitting on her lap.

"And you said the spell, Gran?"

Future Phoebe ran her hand over the little girl's velvety, black hair. "Yes, Prudence, I was the one who discovered the Book of Shadows and read the spell."

The little girl, Prudence, traced her finger down the center of the page. "Can you tell me the story of how Auntie Prue made all of the aspirins in the whole entire isle fall again?"

Phoebe bit her lip, fondly remembering how Prue had become so furious at the mention of their Father that she'd accidentally used her power to make the shelves in the aspirin isle collapse. She chuckled softly. "I wonder who's daughter she is."

Melinda patted her descendant's shoulder thoughtfully. "You'll find out soon enough, Phoebe."

"Will you read it to me again?"

"Again?" Future Phoebe flipped through the pages. "It's a very thick book, Prudence."

"Please? Pretty please with cherries on top? Pleeeeeease, Gran?"

Future Phoebe's shoulders slumped, and she leaned back into the old chair. "Okay. I'll make you a compromise," she announced. "You flip through the Book and find one story, and I'll tell you about it." She looked down at her wrist watch. "But then we have to call Grandpa Coop to come get us, because we can't stay at Great Aunt Piper's all night long."

Prudence nodded thoughtfully. "I know which one I want," she announced proudly. She squinted her eyes, looking strikingly like Prue, and the pages began to telekinetically flip until they came to rest on a hand drawn picture of Charlotte Warren. "Tell me about how Momma got her name, Gran. Tell me how you and Great Aunt Prue and Great Aunt Piper went back in time to save Melinda and her momma from the evil lady!"

Phoebe smiled, gazing down at the picture. She had been the one to draw it, not too long after she, Piper, and Prue had returned from saving Melinda and Charlotte Warren. She couldn't believe that she was now watching her future self tell her future granddaughter about it.

"You know, Prudence, one day this Book will be yours and your second cousins', and you might be sitting here telling your grandchildren about it."

Prudence just giggled, and leaned comfortably into her grandmother's arms as she waited for Future Phoebe to begin the story.

Melinda Warren took Phoebe's hand in her own and whispered, "I told you I saw a long line of beautiful girls in your future."

----

"I'm never going to get a hold on these stupid witch powers!"

Piper blinked. "Prue? Who is that?"

"Just watch. I think you'll figure it out pretty soon."

Piper folded her arms with a small huff.

Leo Wyatt, his hair streaked with gray, was standing in the middle of Magic School. He was wearing the classic long, black robe and his face was creased with wrinkled lines. "Matthew," he said, exasperated. "You can do it. I believe in you!"

The boy, about the age of fifteen or sixteen, threw his arms into the air in anger. "Grandpa, I can't! It's too hard!"

"Stop." The ex-whitelighter waited patiently, until his grandson was literally sucking in and out. "Now close your eyes." He folded his arms. "Go on. Fold your arms." He smiled contentedly. "Good boy. Concentrate. Hold out your hands and just call for it."

Matthew Halliwell breathed in several more times, and then opened his mouth slowly. "Book." He waited, and when nothing happened, he opened his eyes. "See! I told you, nothing." He shook his head, angry and confused. "Why can I activate my Phoenix and whitelighter powers at will, but not my witch ones?"

"You have to clear your head, Matthew. You're not doing that."

Without replying, Matthew just stared down at his hand. For several minutes all he did was stare. Then he blinked his eyes. Across the room, far out of Matthew's line of vision, a book called 'The Warren Lineage' dissolved into a ripple of Phoenix shimmers, and disappeared from its place on the shelf. In Matthew's hand, another set of shimmers appeared, depositing the book into his hand.

"Matthew!" Leo shouted in joy. "You did it!"

"I-I-I did it!" Matthew gasped. He jumped to his feet, running to his grandfather and throwing his arms around him. "Grandpa, I did it! I finally used my psychokinetic shimmering on my own!"

Gleaming with pride, Leo patted his grandson's back. "I knew you could do it, Matthew."

"What's going on?" Future Piper walked into the room with a young woman at her side.

"Grandma! Aunt Mel!" Matthew bounded for them. "Guess what I did!" He held up the book proudly. "Guess!"

Melinda crossed her arms playfully. "Ya got a girlfriend now?"

Matthew glowered playfully. "No."

"Then what?"

"I finally used my psychokinetic shimmering on my own!"

"Oh my goodness!" Future Piper squealed. She grabbed her teenage grandson and squeezed him with excitement. "Oh Matthew, I'm so proud of you!"

"Wow!" Melinda gushed. "That's great! Maybe now you can help me find a pair of shoes like the ones that got vanquished last week?"

Prue snickered. "Sounds like she's been hanging around Phoebe too long."

"I know," Piper moaned.

"Piper?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm really proud of you."

"What?"

Prue waved her hand at the scene before them. "This is amazing, Piper. You've made such a perfect life for yourself, your children, and your grandchildren!"

"Oh Prue…"

"No, I mean it. I wish I could've done the same." Prue stroked her sister's hair. "I'm just so proud. You have no idea."

Piper dabbed her eyes and sniffled. "Thank you."

----

Andy poked his head into the attic. "Prue?"

"Andy!"

The former Inspector jumped. "Patty."

Patty waved him in. "I gather you're looking for Prue?"

"Do you know where she is?" Andy's blue eyes swept the room awkwardly.

"In the future."

"The future?"

"She's guiding Piper on a journey through the key moments of her future." Penelope flicked a wrist as she moved to the Book of Shadows. "Not a big deal, Andrew."

"What Mother means is, they'll be back any min-"

"Whoa!" Paige appeared, clutching her stomach. "Where am I?"

"You're back in the present, honey." Patricia moved to her daughter, rubbed her back soothingly, and leaned close to her youngest daughter's ear. "Did you have a good time with your Father?"

Paige's face flushed. "You knew?"

"We all did," Patty breathed. She motioned her head towards Penny. "Mother, Melinda, Prue, and I that is. Did you like what you saw?"

Paige instinctively placed her hand to her very flat stomach. "Yes." She wiped her wet eyes with the tips of her fingers. "I did." As she looked around, she noticed that her sisters were no where to be seen. "Where are Piper and Phoebe?"

"Did they leave after you?"

Paige nodded in confirmation.

"Then they should be back…" She looked around Paige. "Now."

The youngest Charmed One spun around just in time to see her sisters, all three, appear before Andy. "Oh my gosh!" She ran straight into Piper and threw her arms around the brunette in excitement. "Guess what!"

Piper and Phoebe exchanged looks. "You're not gonna believe what we saw!"

Quietly, Prue slipped away from her sisters and moved to Andy, looping arms with him. "Miss me?" She leaned in her tip toes, kissing him passionately.

"So you played a guide thing for Piper?"

"Something like that." Prue ushered him towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To wait for you on the couch," Prue announced playfully. "I expect you'll be telling each other about what you saw, right?" She pointed her fingers at Paige and Phoebe. "I want to hear too. So come down when you're done jumping around, squealing to each other." As she moved out of the door with Andy, she whispered, "It sorta reminds me of the time we got sent to the future by The Elders. I mean, after the tearful reunion, we told each other about the good things we saw and it was a little like that."

"Where you go, Mommy?"

Piper scooped her eldest child into her arms, hugging and kissing him. "You know what, Wy? Everything's gonna turn out just fine. I promise."

The Twice Blessed Child really had no idea what his Mother meant, but he smiled brightly anyway. All he knew was that she was in an unusually happy mood, and he loved it. "I wuv you."

Piper kissed her son's head. "I love you too, Wyatt." She shifted her son to her other hip. "What do you say we grab Chris, and go downstairs and see Daddy and Aunt Prue?"

"And Uncle Andy?" Wyatt asked hopefully.

"Uncle Andy?" The eldest living witch looked to her sisters.

Phoebe chuckled. "It would've happened, had they both lived. I'm sure of it." She winked at her blonde nephew. "I think it's okay if he calls him 'Uncle Andy,' don't you?"

Paige moved to their Mother and scooped Chris into her arms. "C'mon, lets go see Uncle Andy and Aunt Prue."

Chris grabbed at Paige's dark hair with small, sticky baby hands. He said nothing. He just giggled.

"Are you coming with us?" Phoebe asked, looking back at her Mother and grandmother.

"Not right now," Penny said. She flicked her hand towards the door. "Go spend time with Prudence while she's here. She has to leave at midnight." She waited until Phoebe had trailed out of the room, and was out of earshot. Then she walked to her daughter and snaked her arm around her shoulders. "You did a fine job, Patricia."

"You both did."

Penny watched as the attic door seemed to close by itself, and then she glanced over her shoulder, spotting Melinda Warren with an outstretched hand. "Thank you."

----

Paige flopped down on the sofa, snuggled between Piper and Prue. "So what did you see?"

"You go first," Paige replied cryptically.

"No. You!" Phoebe squealed.

"How about we flip for it?"

"Okay, do you have a coin?"

Paige dipped into her pocket and retrieved a quarter. "Will this do?"

Phoebe nodded. "And Prue, no fair using your powers! You stay out of it!"

Prue glanced at Paige, and then grinned. "Oh, of course. Go at it!"

Paige tossed the quarter into the air and caught in her hand. "Call it."

"Heads!" Phoebe grinned.

Paige turned to Prue, cupping her hand around the corner. It was a heads. Her mouth fell to a frown. "Sorry Pheebs, tails." The quarter began to glow blue and orb as she moved her cupped hand towards her sisters, she pulled it back, now on tails. "You've gotta go first."

Discretely, Prue patted her youngest sister's arm in approval.

Paige curled her hand behind her back, spreading her fingers into a high five position that Piper and Phoebe couldn't see.

Grinning, Prue lightly slapped Paige's open palm.

"What are you grinning about?" Phoebe asked.

"I'm grinning because you're about to tell us what happened in your future."

"Well…" Phoebe began to tug absentmindedly at the top layer of her wedding dress. "Coop and I have a daughter."

"A daughter?"

"She's been on a quest for one for a couple years now," Paige informed her oldest sister. "She saw her in this vision, and hasn't let it go."

"Anywho, we also had two other little girls."

"Two!" Piper squealed. She wrapped her arms around Phoebe and squeezed her. "What're they like?"

"They're names are Charlotte and Cassandra," Phoebe informed. "Apparently Charlotte is about a year younger than Colleen, and they're very competitive. Colleen seems to take after me, while Charlotte takes after Coop."

"And what about Cassandra?" Paige asked.

"She's kind of a tomboy," Phoebe replied wistfully. "I don't know, really. I didn't get a chance to get to know a lot about her." Phoebe placed her index finger to her lips, contemplating talking about her very late future. "I also saw myself at like sixty or seventy," she replied. She glanced at Prue. "With my granddaughter."

"Really?" Prue pulled her legs to her chest, and propped her head to her knees. "What was she like?"

"She had telekinetic powers," Phoebe explained thoughtfully. "And her name was Prudence."

Prue's eyes turned misty at the revelation. "Really?"

Phoebe nodded. "I was telling her stories from the Book of Shadows."

Paige reached over Piper and grabbed Phoebe's hand, squeezing it. "Oh Pheebs! That's wonderful!"

"What about you, Piper?"

Piper brushed her hair from the side of her face. "You're never gonna believe this."

"I would've said that before I found you guys," Paige smirked. "Try us."

"I saw Melinda."

"Melinda Warren? I thought she was only guiding me."

"Melinda Warren was your guide?" Paige asked in surprise. "My Dad was mine."

"No!" Piper waved her hands. "Prue was my guide. I saw Melinda. My Melinda…Melinda Prudence Halliwell."

"What?" Paige and Phoebe exclaimed in unison.

"The same one from the two-thousand-nine future?"

Piper nodded. "Leo and I finally had her, and she was so beautiful! Prue was performing her Wiccaning."

"You were?"

Prue grinned. "It was gorgeous!"

"And I saw Chris' wedding."

"Chris gets married?"

Piper nodded enthusiastically. "Do you guys remember Bianca?"

"The Phoenix from the future? The one who tried to kill him?"

"Yeah, her."

"The one he loves," Phoebe said quietly. Her thoughts briefly drifting to Cole and Turner.

"Yeah. He marries her, with the same ring we found on him that day. Wyatt was his best man." Piper shook her head. "Will be his best man." She dabbed the corner of her eye. "And then I saw myself and Leo with Melinda and Matthew."

"You have three sons?"

"No. Matthew's my grandson. I think he's Chris and Bianca's boy. He was trying to practice his witch powers, which he couldn't seem to master. But Leo helped him, and he finally was able to psychokinetically shimmer a book on his own."

Paige grinned. "Yeah, well, I always was Chris' favorite aunt."

Phoebe glared. "Maybe he named him after Wyatt, and not you?"

"Yes, but Wyatt was still named after me, so there!" Paige playfully stuck out her tongue at her sister.

"Paige, you haven't told us what you saw."

Paige dropped her head to her chest, trying to hide her growing smile. "I saw me and Henry," she whispered softly. "We were at the hospital."

"The hospital?" Prue questioned.

Paige's face turned red. "For an ultra sound."

Prue beamed. "And what did you find out."

"That we're having twins." Paige pursed her lips. "Two, beautiful little girls."

"Oh my gosh!" Piper leaned from Phoebe to Paige, hugging her. "That's wonderful!"

"I know." Paige glanced at Phoebe. "I guess I name them Mitchelle and Morrisa, after Darryl and Henry."

Piper eyed Phoebe playfully. "Oh, I see how it is. Phoebe's the only one who refuses to name her girls with an 'M' name."

This time, Phoebe stuck out her tongue in a playful manner.

"It gets better," Paige revealed. "I also saw a scene where the whole family is visiting Henry at work." She blinked back tears of joy. "I have a son too. His name's Henry Samuel Matthews." She wiped her eyes. "Henry Jr."

"We all have three kids?" Phoebe gaped. "Wow! What a huge family!"

Prue laid a hand on her sister's arm. "What else did you see?"

"I saw my first grandchild," the youngest answered. "Henry's son, Willy."

"Willy?"

"Wilder Mitchell Matthews." Paige crossed her arms over her chest. "He was so beautiful. He looked like my Dad."

"I guess these last eight years really paid off, huh?" Phoebe glanced across the faces of her sisters.

Prue shook her head. "Not at all." She began to pick at her cuticles. "I'm so proud of you guys." She hopped off the couch and motioned to her sisters. "C'mon! I want a group hug. A real one," she grinned, "with all of us." She grabbed Paige by the hand and pulled her up.

Piper and Phoebe jumped to their feet, throwing their arms around their sisters.

"This has definitely taken too long," Prue whispered as she hugged her baby sisters. "I know I never said this a lot when I was alive, but I guess now is as good a time as any." Prue bit her lip. "I love you."

Paige's eyes tears as she was squished between her sisters. She'd never felt so much love in her life. Gently, she squeezed Prue a little harder.

"I love you," Piper and Phoebe chorused.

"I love you," Paige's voice filtered in a moment later.

"Phoebe?"

Phoebe's head bobbed up, and her sisters broke away from her. "Darryl?" She moved around the couch, over to the Morris family. "Yeah, Darryl, what's up?"

Darryl smiled mournfully. "We'd really like to stay, but we have to catch our plane pretty early tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Phoebe wiped a bit of bleeding mascara from her face. "It was so good to see you again!" She threw her arms around Darryl, hugging him. "You have to come visit again soon, okay?"

"Maybe you could come drop by in Miami too?" Sheila suggested.

"That sounds great," Paige said as she came up behind Phoebe. She bent down to Darryl Jr.'s level. "It was good seeing you again, buddy."

Darryl Jr. smiled. "You too!" He proudly held up a plate covered in plastic wrap, with a huge piece of wedding cake. "And thanks for the cake!"

"I hope that's alright," Sheila blushed. "Henry cut it for him."

"It's more than okay!" Phoebe cut in. "If he wants more he can-"

"That's more than enough," Darryl laughed. He waved his son towards the door. "But we really do have to get going."

Prue bounded up behind her sisters, and hugged Darryl. "It was so good seeing you again!"

"We'll miss you," Piper smiled as she walked up to Sheila. "You're like family."

"We'll miss you too," Sheila said as she leaned in to hug Piper.

"Have you already seen Andy?"

"Yeah, we said goodbye before we left the kitchen." Darryl took his son's hand.

"Bye Darryl," the Halliwell sisters chorused.

"We'll be in touch," Darryl promised. He led his family to the front doors and swung them open. He waved, before walking out between his wife and son.

"We'll have to go down to Miami," Phoebe exclaimed excitedly.

"How about February? I hear it's beautiful down there then, without hurricanes too." Piper suggested.

Paige and Prue exchanged looks.

"Something wrong?"

"Paige?"

"Remember when I told you I saw myself and Henry having twins?"

Piper nodded.

"Well…" Paige's hand went to her stomach. "I'm having twins."

Phoebe and Piper stared agape for a moment, before their faces lit up in realization and they bounded to Paige. Phoebe began rubbing her stomach, and Piper began squealing about becoming an aunt. Paige briefly wondered if Piper had felt the same way when she and Phoebe had found out that Piper was pregnant with Wyatt.

Prue just stood back, smiling proudly at her sister. She didn't feel that she should interrupt Piper and Phoebe's fun over just finding out, because she'd known since just before the nuptials.

"What's going on?"

Prue's eyes poked over her sisters' heads, looking brightly as Henry, Leo, and Coop came into the room with Wyatt at their feet, and Chris in Leo's arms. "I think you need to ask Paige that, Henry."

Piper tore herself away from Paige and moved to Leo. She took Wyatt's hand and looped her arm with Leo's. "Come on! I think we need to go do that thing with the thing and the thing," she giggled.

Leo looked confused. "What thing?"

Piper rolled her brown eyes and pulled Leo and Wyatt into the kitchen.

"Right!" Phoebe exclaimed, grabbing Coop's arm. "Into the kitchen. I think maybe Piper might need our help!"

"What?" Coop scratched his head, looking dumbfounded.

"Just go!" Phoebe squealed, pushing her new husband into the next room.

"What's going on?" Henry looked helplessly between Paige and Prue.

"Henry," Paige whispered softly. "You've always wanted kids, right?"

Henry seemed surprised by the question. "Yeah," he said slowly. "But I figured it might take you a while."

Paige's hand went to her stomach. "Well, obviously not that long."

For a long moment, Henry just stood there in silence. Then his face broke into a grin from ear to ear. "You mean-"

Paige nodded.

"Oh my…Paige!" Henry scooped his wife into his arms, kissing and hugging her. "I'm going to be a Daddy?"

Still in his arms, Paige wrapped her own arms around his neck and kissed his lips. "Coming this February, you will be."

"Oh my gosh, Paige!" Henry began to carry her into the kitchen. "We have to tell everyone!" As he walked into the kitchen, he passed Andy, who was walking out.

"I take it there's something I missed?" Andy moved to Prue, snaking his arms around her waist and planting a few soft kisses on her neck.

"No," Prue laughed. She turned in his arms, leaning up and kissing his lips. "You're just in time." She wiggled from his grasp, and looped her arm around his waist. "C'mon, Paige and Henry are just about to make an announcement." Just as she was about to step into the kitchen, she glanced over her shoulder to see that the door had blown open.

"Something wrong?"

Prue shook her head. "Go on. I'll be in, in a minute."

Andy kissed her forehead. "Hurry," he said, before disappearing into the kitchen.

Prue moved to the door. "I bet it was too heavy for Darryl's son to shut," Prue muttered to herself. As she reached for the door handle, she stopped. Her blue eyes twinkled as she stepped back and lifted her left index finger into the air. She flipped her wrist, pointing at the open door. Magically, via the eldest witch's telekinetic power, the Manor door closed.