Dear Diary,

Ha.

It's funny how I only write in my diary when I have nothing to do and am inspired to do so. But I suppose that what a diary's there for: to take up time. What else could it be for?

Oh yeah.

You're supposed to write about your feelings.

Well, I've got feelings all right. And the main one is confusion. How could I not be when I just found out I'm pregnant with a child who is also currently 22 years old and living in my club?

That's right. Tonight I found out that the secretive, smart-ass whitelighter/futureboy is my son.

And guess who's the father?

Leo.

And this is where a lot of the confusion comes from. I'm not sure if I want to tell him. I mean, when he became an elder, it was so hard for him to leave Wyatt and me. If I tell him about Chris, it'll just be more pressure for him to give up the job he loves and come home. Not that I don't want him to. It just wouldn't be fair.

Phoebe and Paige are knocking on my door again. They say they just want to talk. That they know this is a lot to handle right now, but if I just come out and talk about it, I'll feel better and I can start to get to know my son. Chris. My son. It still sounds so strange, but in a good way. I guess I should get to know him. But I just need a chance to get used to the idea.

Paige and Phoebe are gone. I guess I should get some sleep.