"How are we today, Miss Halliwell?"

Dr. Renee Morgan was an attractive woman in her late thirties, though she didn't look it.

"Fine," I replied tensely with a fake smile.

"Okay, let's see here," she murmured as she looked over her clipboard. "19, great health, and six weeks along." She cast a smile, "Is that right?"

"Yes," Leo answered before I could speak.

"I can handle this," I reassured him.

"Then why am I here?" he asked, mocking my fake smile.

Dr. Morgan laughed. "Ah, young love."

Leo had been acting like a jerk all day. He only came because I got mad when he said he didn't want to.

"Okay, we won't be able to see much," she said as she pulled a machine with a monitor over into view, "but here goes."

She pulled up my shirt and squirted some very cold gel on it.

"Ah!" I yelled in surprise, jumping.

"Sorry," she laughed. "Should have warned you...Okay, see? Look here..."

She pointed at a spot on the screen. I looked closer and saw a tiny, tiny spot the resembled a peanut.

"Awh," I whispered. I looked over at Leo, who was squinting at the screen. I smiled and took his hand. He looked at me as I did so. I looked back at the screen, pulled his hand up, and traced the peanut shape with his first finger.

"Oh," he said softly.

I took his arm and hugged it. His expression had completely changed. He seemed to be a trance. I touched his cheek and he smiled before giving me a quick kiss.

"Young love," Dr. Morgan repeatedly.

Leo and I giggled and scooted a little closer together.

***********

"The Big Book of Baby Names?" Paige read the title.

I was laying on the bed, and Leo was laying on the foot of the bed, giving me a foot massage.

"Yup," I smiled.

"Not that we need it," Leo added. "We already know we're having a little Leo Jr."

I laughed. "And if it's a girl?"

"SHHH! Don't jinx it!" he laughed.

"How about, for a boy, Jeremy. And for a girl, Maria," I smiled.

"First of all, everyone will call him Germy! And what is she, a Mexican maid?"

I kicked him.

"OW!"

"Leo! That's racist!"

"Sorry," he laughed.

"And Jeremy is a great name!" I protested.

Leo grabbed the book and flipped it open.

"Ooh, how about Anton?" he laughed.

"Are we having a 40 year old French chef?" I mocked.

"How is that not racist?!" he said trying to look serious.

Paige sat down beside me on the bed.

"How about James?" she suggested with a sly smile.

"Um, no," I laughed.

"I was just kidding. I didn't think you would name your kid after my boyfriend."

"No, I wouldn't. Wait. Boyfriend?!" I asked, alarmed.

"Yeah? Oh, I didn't tell you?"

"NO. You didn't."

"Hmph," she shrugged.

"Hmph?" I mimicked. "Paige, I said you two could study. Not date."

"Why do I need your permission? That's my business," she said, standing up.

Leo stepped in. "Paige, he's a lot older than you. That changes things."

"So?!" she yelled. "You're older than Piper!"

"We're not talking about us," I said calmly. "We're talking about you and a boy who is almost sixteen."

"What does age matter?" she shouted. Before storming out, she added in a whisper; "I love him."

With that, she ran into her room and slammed the door.

I sighed and fell back on the bed.

"She's just being dramatic," he said.

"He's two years older than her! That's a big difference at that age," I said.

"I know," he said. "We should just get to know him a little better."

I laughed. "I'm not letting them date, therefore, there is no need to get to know him."

"How do you plan to stop them? She's just like you," he said softly. "She won't let anybody stand in her way."

*******************

"Paige?" I called as I knocked on the door.

"What do you want?" she yelled.

"I want to talk. Will you please come out?"

"Why? So you can treat me like a child?!" she screamed.

"Maybe I'm treating you like a child because you're acting like one," I returned.

"Or maybe because she is a child," Leo suggested as he walked by with a smile.

I smiled back at him. "I'm to treat her like she isn't."

The door opened. "Why?"

I looked at her tear-stained face.

"Because I was treated like a child my whole life and it drove me to running away," I said.

"Oh," she said softly.

"So, would you like to come out and talk about this maturely?" I offered.

She nodded andwe went to sit in the living room.

"Can you please just explain to me why it matters that James is older than me?" she asked. "Leo is older by a year and you two have been together forever."

"Well you're just barely fourteen," I said.

"And he's two years older," Leo added.

"But I love him," she pleaded. "I really do."

I smiled at Leo. I stood up and walked over to Paige. I sat beside her and put an arm around her.

"Sweetie," I started, "love is a serious thing. You're awfully young."

Tears came to her eyes. "I'm serious about him."

"I'm just trying to say that love is a very confusing, and stong thing. And it's not very common to find true love with your first boyfriend."

"You did," she whispered. "How did you know you wanted to be with Leo forever?"

"Psht. Who said I decided to stay with him forever?!" I joked.

Leo laughed. "Yeah, we're just dating. Nothing serious."

"Even if it isn't love, can't I just date him?" she begged.

I glanced at Leo, then back at Paige.

"I won't stop you from dating him. But there will be rules," I said. "You two will never be alone in your room. Ever. You won't be going anywhere alone with him. You won't be going to his house until I meet and approve of his parents. He can't stay past nine on school nights, and eleven on weekends. Alright?"

"Okay," she said excitedly, wiping her tears.

I gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Now go get ready for bed."

*******************

I walked into the living room to shut off the TV. Paige and James had been dating for two weeks now. I heard voices outside as the TV sound disappeared. They must've been home. It was the first time I let them go out together. I glanced at my watch; 10:55. I walked over to the door and flickered the porch light a few times to let her know it was almost curfew.

Leo came out of the bathroom just as I was walking into our bedroom.

"Paige home?" he asked, shaking his wet hair.

"Thanks for the shower," I laughed. "She's outside saying goodnight."

I shut the door behind me in the bedroom.

He pointed to the door. "She's out there alone with that guy?"

"Yeah...so?" I laughed as I undressed.

"So, they could be doing...stuff!"

"Stuff?" I mocked him with a smile. "What kinda stuff?"

"I know how teenage boys think," he said.

"I trust her," I said with a smile, walking over to the mirror. "Besides, I don't think they'll start groping on the front porch."

"This is serious, Piper. She's barely fourteen. I stil don't like that you let them go out alone..."

"Oh please. They walked to the diner down the street," I laughed.

I looked at my bare reflection in the mirror. My baby bump was tiny, but growing everyday.

"Besides," I said, grabbing a pair of panties from the drawer, "she hasn't even had her first kiss yet."

"Yet? You're acting like it should happen any day! She isn't allowed to kiss boys until she's sixteen!"

I laughed. "Do you recall what we were doing at sixteen? Or fourteen, for that matter?"

I slipped on a tshirt and laid down beside him on the bed.

"She's getting too old," he sighed.

I put his hand on my belly.

"You have eighteen years with this one," I smiled.

He smiled back and kissed my cheek.

I couldn't wait for each and every one of those days through those eighteen years.