Chapter 7

Blue and white lights flurried into the room and deposited a distraught looking Paige. Kyle heard the noise and jogged into the room just in time to catch her as her knees buckled beneath her.

"I got you," he murmured and led her to the couch. She was still clutching the pregnancy test. She couldn't look at him as he pried the object from her hands. He set it on the side table and quickly pulled her to him.

"Shh," he consoled, rubbing her back.

"Why did he do that?" she sobbed.

"Paige…" Kyle trailed off.

"He can't tell you never to call me. It's my phone too," she spat childishly.

"Honey, look at me," Kyle ordered gently. She turned her watery gaze to him.

"He was bound to find out sooner or later. We couldn't keep it a secret forever," he whispered, kissing her eyelids.

She kept silent, her gaze darting between the test that sat next to her and the man she loved. She did love him, right? Of course she loved him. Kyle began to stroke her dark hair and she slowly began to calm down a little bit. Once her breathing was under control, a light went off in her eyes.

"Kyle…" she rasped.

"What is it?" he asked, placing his hand atop hers.

"I…I'm a horrible person," she blurted.

"No, no you're not. You're beautiful, and kind and the love of my life," he countered, peppering sweet kisses on her neck.

"But…I cheated on my husband. I'm married and…oh my God we had an affair," she gasped, the gravity of the situation just now hitting her, like a ton of bricks.

"I…I know we did, Paige. And that is my fault. I never should have contacted you through the website," Kyle stated.

"It's not your fault. I should have realized what I was doing…but…it was like I was in a totally different world," Paige mumbled.

"We're both to blame for this. But you know….we can make this work," Kyle assured her.

"How?" Paige questioned skeptically.

"Well…we need to make sure that you really are pregnant," he began.

"How will that help?" Paige sniffled.

"Well…if you're not then…we can…stop seeing each other," Kyle mumbled into his sleeve.

"I couldn't do that. I don't think I could handle losing you again," she denied.

"We have to make this right," Kyle protested.

"It would have all been fine if the Elders had let you stay. Damn it…Kyle I love you…I've always loved you and I always will. I can't help that," Paige admitted.

"I love you too, Paige. But you are married. What we did was wrong," he continued, trying to make her see the severity of what they had done.

"I…I don't care," she spat, pulling her legs to her chest.

"Paige, listen to yourself! You sound like a spoiled three-year-old," Kyle shouted, standing up.

"We're going to see if we really have anything to worry about," he stated firmly.

"I'm sorry…I just…I don't know what to do," she muttered, standing up too and he took her by the hand. They orbed to a free clinic and took the only two vacant seats in the small waiting room.

"Paige Matthews," the nurse called out. Paige looked around for a moment before she realized the nurse had called her name. Kyle took her hand and they followed the nurse. Once the brief formalities were exchanged, the nurse handed Paige a cup and pointed in the direction of the ladies' room. With a groan she trudged down the hall, disappearing behind the wooden door. She reemerged several minutes later and joined Kyle in the small examination room. It seemed like years before the nurse came back into the room, a smile on her face.

"Congratulations, you're pregnant," the nurse stated jovially. Paige just buried her head in her hands. The nurse looked at Paige in concern but Kyle held up his hand.

"She'll be fine…hormones and all," he lied as he led out of the room. Once they were in the privacy of Kyle's apartment once more, Paige rounded on him.

"Have any more bright ideas that won't work?" she snapped at him.

"Well…we could always try and talk to Henry," Kyle suggested and was met with a scathing glare.

"Or not," he muttered.

"You know…I don't even know why I married him. I guess…he was the next best thing to having you back," she murmured as she began to pace.

"I wouldn't tell him that. And Paige…I really think we should try and talk to him," Kyle repeated.

"Well I don't. He carries a gun," Paige protested.

"So do I," Kyle retorted.

"No…Kyle you did carry one. You're technically dead," Paige corrected him.

"Then that makes you a necrophiliac," Kyle teased.

"Ew," Paige said with a squirm.

Before either could say another word there was a sharp knock on the door. Slowly Kyle moved to open the door. Before him stood Henry, looking very livid beneath a falsely calm exterior.

"I need to speak with Paige," Henry stated as evenly as he could. Paige heard his voice and took a couple steps towards the door, making sure to stay behind Kyle.

"Whatever you have to say to her, you can say in front of me," Kyle commented, having no intention of moving. Henry didn't reply, just held out a fold packet of paper. Paige reached out and tentatively took it from him.

"What's this?" she asked, her voice scratchy.

"Divorce papers," Henry replied and turned to leave. Paige attempted to go after her husband but Kyle held her fast. He shut the door and once more ushered her back to the couch.

"This isn't happening," Paige denied as she should her head repeatedly.

"Just take a deep breath," Kyle coached as he took the papers from her shaking hands. He opened them and scanned them.

"He's got a court date set for about three months from now. I think you should talk to your sisters about this," he suggested.

"Yeah….can you come with me?" she asked, sounding very timid. Kyle nodded and they stood up. The pair disappeared in orbs, reappearing in the foyer of the Manor. Paige looked around and got a very uneasy feeling. She slowly wandered into the sun room to find Phoebe and Piper reading the newspaper. Paige cleared her throat and Phoebe was the first to look up. She had the nudge Piper in the arm to get her attention. Piper looked up and had to hold onto the paper to keep from blowing something up.

"What are you doing here?" Piper asked, sounding annoyed.

"I…I need some help," Paige began.

"I'd say you do…and what's with bringing him here?" Phoebe remarked.

"What are you talking about?" Paige asked.

"Paige…you slept with another man," Piper scolded.

"Yeah…I already know that part, Piper. I lived it," Paige snapped.

"And therein lies the problem," Phoebe muttered.

"Look…Henry…is filing for divorce," Paige explained, expecting her sisters to rush to her side.

"And I'm pregnant," she added. Instead of sympathy she received stares.

"Honestly, Paige…I'm not really surprised," Phoebe admitted.

"How can you say that?" Paige shot at her older sister.

:"Paige…Henry's not the only one you hurt in this. You used us to lie to him. You can't really expect us to be sympathetic," Piper commented.

"You're my sisters. You're supposed to be there for me," Paige accused.

"Well you can't just us like that Paige," Phoebe countered.

"I think you need to leave," Piper stated, the tone of her voice was final. This conversation was over.

Paige's mouth hung open as Kyle took her hand and they disappeared in orbs. Just after they disappeared Leo walked in, pulling his coat off. His gaze shifted between the two remaining sisters and he could tell something was wrong.

"What's going on?" he asked, sounding slightly clueless to the situation.

"Well…you know how a while ago I told you we thought Paige was up to something," Piper began and Leo nodded.

"Well…she was having an affair with Kyle…and she's pregnant," Phoebe continued.

"What?" Leo asked, looking stunned.

"And she expects us to help her when she used us. Henry is filing for divorce and I don't think it is such a bad idea," Piper added.

"Paige is your sister," Leo protested.

"Who's side are you on," Piper snapped.

"I'm not trying to take sides, Piper. I'm just trying to assess the situation from both sides," he answered. Leo just shook his head and walked out of the room in search of his sons. He had a feeling he needed to spend some time with them.

Three months had slowly dragged by and Paige had moved in with Kyle and was starting to show. She was applying makeup to her lower eyelids when Kyle knocked on the doorframe before entering.

"You ready?" he asked, knowing that there was no good answer to that question, not in this situation.

"As I'll ever be," she sighed, trying not to cry and ruin her mascara.

Together they headed down the stairs and climbed into Paige's car. They didn't want to risk being seen orbing. Kyle navigated the San Francisco streets with ease until they arrived at the court house. They saw Henry walking into the building followed by Piper and Phoebe. Paige had to swallow several times to get herself under control. She hadn't spoken one word to her sisters in the past three months. With a sigh the pair climbed out and followed the steps up the front of the building until they were ushered into the courtroom. Paige took her place, not looking at the occupants on the other side of the room. Kyle squeezed her hand gently as the judge walked in.