A.N. I just wanna say this is my first Charmed fic. I'm a huge fan of the show, but if I get any info wrong, please let me know so I can correct it. This was supposed to be a long one parter, but it's too long to be a one parter, so I've split it up into 5 chapters. Please review. They are always helpful! Praise and criticism are welcome. Thank you! Hope you enjoy!
Premature Exposure: Chapter 1
Leo walked into the kitchen as Piper finished her cup of hot chocolate.
"Good morning, pumpkin," He said, kissing Piper and patting her huge belly.
"You know I don't like it when you call me that," Piper said.
"Well that's okay, because I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to our daughter," he said, smiling, as he poured some milk into his coffee.
"I wish I could drink some coffee right now. I need caffeine."
"Piper, the doctor told you to stay off caffeine."
"I know. I know."
Phoebe walked into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down. "Why's Paige still in bed?" she asked. "Isn't she going with you to your doctor's appointment?"
"She got in late last night so I guess I'll let her sleep. She was out on Pier 39 with Mark and came home very happy." Piper said.
"That's good. It's about time she got out and had some fun. Um, I'd offer to come to the doctor's with you, but I have a huge meeting today at the paper. Sorry," Phoebe said as she grabbed a piece of toast from the table and headed out the door. "See you later. Have a great day!"
"Bye honey!" Piper shouted, smiling.
Piper walked through the front door and saw a beautiful bouquet of pink baby roses on the table at the end of the hall. Paige came running down the staircase and stopped at the landing.
"Oh, Piper. I'm so sorry I didn't go with you. I slept in and-"
"Why does everyone here think they HAVE to come with me to my doctor's appointments?!?! I'm 7 months pregnant, and believe it or not, I still fit behind the steering wheel! I can take care of myself! Please, stop apologizing. It's okay." Piper said, extremely frustrated.
"Sorry. You're right," Paige said, a little scared.
"No, Paige. I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from. I had no reason to go off on you like that."
"Piper, you're right. We just all want to take care of you. Make sure you and the baby are happy and healthy. That's all." Paige said. "Um, how was your appointment?"
"It was okay. I had a different doctor today. My normal OB/GYN was sick or something. Nothing special." Piper smiled and walked into the kitchen. "So, who are the flowers from?" she asked Paige as she grabbed a caffeine-free Coca-Cola from the fridge.
"They're from Mark." Paige answered.
"Oh. Speaking of Mark, how was you're date last night?" Piper asked as she put up water in a pot over the stove.
"It was great. We watched the sunset, which was beautiful. Then we went on some rides and this guy made a painting of me, or a caricature, whatever those things are called. It's really cute. He even won me a stuffed black cat. He said the pier is not as good as New Orleans, where he grew up, but one day he'll take me there," Paige said, excitedly.
"Sounds great! Hey, could you pass me the salt? It's on the table," Piper asked.
"Ya, sure," Paige said. "What are you cooking up there?"
"Oh, this?" Piper asked, as she took out the salmon and put it on the counter. "I was watching Rachel Ray yesterday and she made this fabulous salmon and I bought the ingredients on the way home from the doctor's. Thought I'd try it. Anyway, I'm craving fish, so it works out." Piper said, as she walked to a cabinet and took out some spices.
"That sounds good. Piper, watch out!" Paige yelled as a streak of lightning went flying toward Piper and she ducked to avoid it. Piper stood up and was facing a demon. She tried to blow him up, but electricity came shooting out of her hands instead, shocking the demon. As he recovered, Piper looked down at her hands in shock, and was caught by surprise and flown backward into the kitchen table by the demon. Paige quickly grabbed a knife and stabbed the demon, causing him to blow up. Paige ran over to Piper, who was unconscious, on the floor.
