A/N sorry again peoples! My you tube account has been really hectic and my grades for math were dropping. That's bad, very bad. And I might of broke a couple of finger so I missed a softball game! UGH! I hate missing my sports. Well on to the story.

Chapter 5

Mary K.'s POV

I just stood there dazed. What was going on? Is it possible Morgan was hurting just as much as Hunter was? I really needed to ponder on these thoughts later. Now Hunter was just coming up the walkway. Morgan grabbed Moira and went upstairs to what I believe was her room and now I think they're hiding. The familiar ring of the doorbell sounded and I looked around. While I just stood there my parents took away the 5-year-old's seat, the small kids blankets, toys, and books. They were now siting on the couch my mom pretending to read a magazine and my dad pretending to read the newspaper.

"I'll get it," I whispered. My parents just acted normal. Then I went and opened the door.

Hunter's POV

I sat there in my car in front of Morgan's OLD house. For the trillionth/billionth time since I lost her five years ago I told myself how stupid I was. The pain was still fresh in my mind. But lately actually really just about a day, it started yesterday, I've been feeling different. Like there was some kind of space inside of my heart but it wasn't hurting that much. I wonder why? Then my mind brought flashbacks of what happened in this car, so many times, so many years ago. Morgan and I had events and well serious make out sessions in this same car. I remember we were in some sort of way connected. A special bond and only one other person could have this connection with yourself. Your soul mate. I realized that Mary K. might have heard something from Morgan. I hastily got out of the car and slammed the car door shut. I was walking up the walkway when the weird feeling came over me again but it was stronger. I just shrugged it off. I kept on walking. It seemed like I was walking forever. Then I almost ran right into their front door. I took a step back and shook my head attempting to clear it. I then rang the doorbell. I heard someone walking to the door. Then Mary K. opened the door. She gave me a brief hug and told me to come in. When I walked inside it seemed Mary K. 's parents were . . happy. Different. Very different. Their faces weren't gray anymore. Their eyes danced. They couldn't stop smiling. Whoa! Way different. That means . . . something happened.

"What happened? Did you guys hear from Morgan?" I questioned. Mary K. walked over to the couch and sat down with her parents she too looked way happier. She also looked more grown up. No one said anything but I didn't give up.

"Come on! tell me! Please," They all just shook their heads. But Mary K. the only one in this whole house that knew the real story looked like she was having a hard time staying silent. I asked once more.

"You know something! I need to know it too!" that's when something exploded. Everyone just started talking at once making excuses and more excuses. The house echoed all the talking and it sounded like they were yelling. Yeesh! Quiet down my mental self yelled back at them.

Morgan's POV

I was holding Moira close to me. I could sense him. And it was tearing my heart up. I was all of a sudden numb. For a second I blacked out. NO NO NO!! I can't have a breakdown now! Moira must have realized that I loosened my hold on her when I went numb.

"Mommy are you okay?" She then put her hand on my cheek and wiped away something. I was crying and I didn't even realize it. I wiped away all the other tears and reassured her that I was fine. I got my breathing under control and went over to the dusty bed. I lied down there not caring if I got dust all over my back. Moira than came up to the side of the bed.

"Mommy I wan' to go dowsairs'! I didn' finish my breakfast!" Moira said in her five-year-old voice.

"No not right now." was all I said.

"Mommy! But I want to!"

"No Not right now." I repeated.

"Mommy I want to go now!!" She said starting to raise her voice.

"Shhh! Not now. And that's the last time I'm saying that Moira!" Starting to raise my own voice.

Then the unimaginable happened. Moira had a tantrum right there and then. Right there and then! Why did it have to be here? I asked myself. She was screaming and crying. Not to mention kicking. Good thing our floors and walls were thick. Not really. Uh-oh.

"Ahhhhhhhh Mommmyyyy!! Not fairrrrrr!" She yelled. Not good.

"Shh . . . Shh it's okay. Everything's okay." I comforted and I tried to bring her to me so I could hold her. She shrugged away and screamed once more. Than before I could grab her she ran out the door and shut it behind her. I myself felt like screaming. Not now! Hunter is still downstairs! UGH! I got up and quickly counted to ten than slowly and silently walked out the door. I stood at the top of the stairs where I was mostly hidden to everyone, but I could see everything and everyone.

Hunter's POV

I thought I heard something upstairs. I raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly at everyone. They shrugged.

"Probably just the heating," Mary K said but there was uneasiness in her voice.

Then this little girl with bouncy blond hair and green eyes came running down the stairs. I felt a weird connection that I've never felt before with the little girl. She immediately stopped and looked at me . Than she ran behind me like she was hiding from something upstairs. I heard all the others gasp aloud. When I looked up from the little girl to them they were all looking a little clammy and nervous. Something . . . weird was happening. And I don't think I was suppose to know about it. I turned around to talk to the little girl.

Morgan's POV

Oh My God! She just ran to him and hid behind him. He looks like he is going to talk to her. I started to hold my breath. Oh great! This I bet is going to be one visit to my house that he never will forget.

Mary K.'s POV

I looked at Hunter and at Moira. I stumbled backwards. They looked so much like each other. They looked so much like each other. They looked so much like each other. I had o keep saying that over and over in my head till' I finally figured it out. I think I've known it already but it's shoving the words right in my face now. I think that Moira is Morgan and . . . and Hunter's baby. It would make sense. It would answer unanswered questions. It's around the same time Morgan left. I know the truth on why Morgan actually left. But why didn't she ever tell me? I would of understood. Does Hunter even know that the girl he was talking to was his daughter? It didn't seem like he knew. I gasped as I realized that it all made perfect sense now! Why Morgan didn't like to talk about Hunter, why she didn't like to talk about Moira's father. Everything was so obvious! I don't know why I didn't think of this before!

Hunter's POV

I turned around to see Mary K. cover her mouth when she gaped. What? I thought. Why is she gasping?

I turned back around to the little girl. Since I was crouched down to her level I thought I might be able to talk to her now.

"Hi," I said uncertainly "What's your name?"

"Moira," she said in absolute ease and confidence.

"That's a very pretty name."

"What's your name?" Moira asked filled with curiosity.

"My name-" I was interrupted by the most beautiful voice.

Morgan's POV

I was just crouching behind the wall at the top of the staircase just watching and listening. Seeing Hunter again made shivers run down my spine every five seconds. I didn't know if those shivers were good or bad. I realized that by the look of it Hunter hadn't used his magic in a long time. And that's why he didn't even bother to cast his senses. He and my daughter were just talking and he had the most caring look on his face, it made something inside my chest squeeze.

I think Mary K. has it all figured out. She seems shocked, and delighted. But it also seemed like it was news she had heard a long time ago and forgot about it, than all of a sudden remembered. Moira just asked Hunter what his name was. This has gone to far. It's not good anymore, I have to interrupt Hunter just before he says his name. Because to her his real name would be . . . Daddy. Not Hunter. And even though I'm not with Hunter anymore I would hate having my daughter call me Morgan instead of Mommy, so I'm going to make sure Hunter gets the same treatment. I slowly got up from crouching and by bones cracked from crouching so long, Hunter didn't seem to notice that little noise. Than I started to go down the stairs. Still he didn't notice me. I was halfway down when I interrupted him just in time.

"Moira, sweetie, come here please," As I told Moira to come Hunter turned around to look at me.

CLIFFY. (haha)