A/N: Did Piper freeze the pots? Was it just her imagination? You'll find out soon. Not this chapter, but soon. I'm building up to my ending and that's part of it.

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"Here's that green sweater back that I borrowed," Pheobe said, holding the item in question aloft as she stepped into Piper's room. "Though, since you're going on a romantic weekend with your husband I'm not really sure why you're packing sweaters. Shouldn't you be packing something a little more romantic? Something enticing. Something sexy. Something-"

"Just give me that." Piper grabbed the sweater from Pheobe's hand and tossed it into the suitcase that lay open on her bed.

"Seriously Piper, I hope that you've got more than sweaters and jeans in there." Pheobe pushed aside the top layers of clothing looking for some sign of lingere. "Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean that you and Leo can't...you know."

"Get out of there," Piper slapped her hands away and pulled the suitcase flap shut. "Yes, I know."

Pheobe flopped onto the bed, almost bouncing the suitcase off it. "So, speaking of how's my little neice doing?" She reached out and laid a hand on Piper's still flat belly.

"Fine," Piper replied, resisting the urge to once again bat her hands away. Instead she let Pheobe coo at her stomach for a moment before it got just a little bit creepy and she stepped back.

"And what about Mommy, how's she doing?"

"Mommy's doing good. Mommy is excited about getting an entire weekend without any magical interruptions."

Piper's smile at the prospect of the idea lit up her face. It had been a long time since either of them had gotten the chance to do anything without the threat of demons breaking into their plans looming over them. They hadn't even gotten a proper honeymoon.

"And many more weekends to come," Pheobe added. It was a good thing, but a bittersweet accomplishment. They'd devoted four years of their lives to saving the city and protecting innocents. Now that chapter of their life was over and they were free to resume the lives they'd put on hold. But they had to do it without Prue, who had taken such pride in being a witch. And for Pheobe, being a witch was very much tied into her sense of identity. It was finding out about her birthright that had given her something to focus on, a direction. Now she had to figure out who she was outside of being a witch.

"That didn't sound very enthused," Piper said, studying her. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

Pheobe lay back and stared up at the ceiling, trying to sort out her thoughts. "It's not that I'm not excited about being free to live my life because I am. It's just, sometimes I wonder how we're supposed to go from being The Charmed One's and having this mission to living our lives like none of it ever happened." She rolled onto her stomach and turned her gaze up to meet Piper's. "The evil is still out there, even if we gave up our powers and don't have to deal with it on a daily basis."

"I know, Pheobs." Piper sat beside her on the bed and laid a hand on her shoulder. "And maybe it was wrong of us to say it wasn't our problem anymore but we couldn't keep on going the way we were." She pushed a strand of stray hair back behind her sisters ear.

"Yeah." Pheobe fell silent.

They sat in silence for awhile, both of them lost in thought.

"Well, talk about a mood killer," Pheobe said, her voice sounding loud and overly cheery even to her own ears. "Let's go back to talking about your lack of sexy lingere."

"I have plenty of sexy lingere," Piper protested, which was not quite a lie. She had one set of lingere, which had served her well until now.

Pheobe scoffed and Piper grabbed a pillow from the bed and hit her with it.

"Ow," Pheobe protested. But she was laughing. "Where are you and Leo going this weekend?"

"Colorado. He rented us a cabin in the mountains." Her eyes took on a faraway look as she contemplated sharing the sunrise, the wide open, rugged landscape, a starry night sky and a roaring fire.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" Paige's voice broke into her reverie. Both of them looked up to see their younger sister hovering just inside the doorway of Piper's room. Still hesitant to just barge in the way Pheobe had but confident enough to cross the threshold.

"We're just talking about Piper and Leo's romantic getaway," Pheobe said. "And her lack of appropriate attire."

"Ah, what's the big deal with all that? It's just going to end up on the floor anyway," Paige said with a sly grin.

Piper felt her face heat up in a faint blush as Pheobe let out a laugh.

Paige crossed the room and perched on the edge of Piper's bed, asserting her place even as she was careful not to take up too much space, unlike Pheobe who was sprawled out.

Things had been better in the three days since they had told Paige they loved her but there was still some distance to make up before she felt as comfortable around them as they felt with each other. What made it easier was the knowledge that one day she would feel that level of comfort and trust. She knew that she was loved and wanted.

"So, what are you guys doing this weekend?"

"Well, I'm sure if you think about it you can figure that out," Pheobe teased.

Paige rolled her eyes and slapped at her playfully.

"Enough you two. I'm going now. Leo," Piper called as she zipped up her suitcase.

A moment later he materialized in a flash of blue lights.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Ready to go." She nodded affirmation.

He crossed the room to her and laid an arm across her shoulders.

"Have fun." Pheobe grinned.

Husband and wife dissapeared in a flash.

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