Paige was sitting on her bed absentmindedly rubbing her now slightly rounded stomach. 'Can I come in?" came a voice from behind her door. "Sure" replied Paige, not even bothering to look who it was. "Hey honey, are you ok? We're all worried about you," said a very concerned Prue. "Is there something you're not telling us?" "No I'm fine. It's just..." "Just what?" "It's just this feeling I've been having ever since you came. Like something terrible is going to happen." "Like what?" "I don't know, just something bad." "Is it a feeling that something is going to happen to you or one of us?" "I don't know. It's just a feeling, and they're not very specific." "Well ok then" said Prue as she got up to leave. Just as she reached the doorway she turned and said, "you know that we'll always be there for you." "I know" Paige said, "I know."
The next morning Piper walked in to find Paige already there, staring at the coffeepot. "You know the coffee's not going to brew itself." Piper said, breaking Paige out of a trance. "Wha- oh I was waiting for you to come make it" she said sheepishly. "Why can't you do it?" "Well the last time I tried it didn't come out to good. I mean would you rather have coffee or some brownish, half-solid substance?" "Oh." Piper noticed that there were dark circles under Paige's eyes. "When did you get to sleep last night?" "I didn't." "Why?" "Couldn't. I feel like there's something wrong, but none of us can see it" *or want to acknowledge it* she thought. "Like what?" "God, now you sound like Prue!" "We're just trying to figure out what's wrong." "Hey I'm a pregnant lady! Let me have my mood swings in peace" Paige replied sarcastically, trying to cover up what she really felt. And apparently it worked. "Well if that's it...I guess we were worrying for no reason." "So do we have any ice cream?" "For breakfast?" "Yeah, why not?" Piper tried to hold back a laugh and stuck her head in the freezer to search. "Yeah we have mint chocolate chip, and orange sherbet. Which do you want?" "Both." Piper scrunched up her face in disgust, but handed the cartons over. "Thanks" "Your welcome. I'll just leave you here to your mint-orange chocolate chip thing you've got over there" Piper said as Paige started to mush her two ice creams together until they formed a kind of brownish blob, and began to eat.
Piper went upstairs and Prue immediately asked, "did you find out what's wrong with her?" " No, she said that it was just hormones." "Well I don't believe her." "I do, she's down there eating mint chocolate chip ice cream and orange sherbet mixed together!" "Ew! But that's not the point." "Let's just forget about it. She obviously doesn't want to talk. And if it gets any worse, we'll try again." "Fine... but I really hate watching my sister suffer and not do anything about it." "Me too, but it's just for now. If she needs us, she'll some to us." Just then Paige came skipping (I know skipping...weird huh!?") up the stairs. "Hey, are you guys talking about me?" "No" they all said together. Paige, being the somewhat gullible person she is, simply replied "that's good" and continued skipping to the bathroom. "Well she definitely didn't seem too worried about anything." "Maybe your right Pheebs, maybe we should just forget about it." Satisfied the sisters walked off their separate ways. But in the bathroom Paige was sitting on the floor crying softly to herself.
The next morning Piper walked in to find Paige already there, staring at the coffeepot. "You know the coffee's not going to brew itself." Piper said, breaking Paige out of a trance. "Wha- oh I was waiting for you to come make it" she said sheepishly. "Why can't you do it?" "Well the last time I tried it didn't come out to good. I mean would you rather have coffee or some brownish, half-solid substance?" "Oh." Piper noticed that there were dark circles under Paige's eyes. "When did you get to sleep last night?" "I didn't." "Why?" "Couldn't. I feel like there's something wrong, but none of us can see it" *or want to acknowledge it* she thought. "Like what?" "God, now you sound like Prue!" "We're just trying to figure out what's wrong." "Hey I'm a pregnant lady! Let me have my mood swings in peace" Paige replied sarcastically, trying to cover up what she really felt. And apparently it worked. "Well if that's it...I guess we were worrying for no reason." "So do we have any ice cream?" "For breakfast?" "Yeah, why not?" Piper tried to hold back a laugh and stuck her head in the freezer to search. "Yeah we have mint chocolate chip, and orange sherbet. Which do you want?" "Both." Piper scrunched up her face in disgust, but handed the cartons over. "Thanks" "Your welcome. I'll just leave you here to your mint-orange chocolate chip thing you've got over there" Piper said as Paige started to mush her two ice creams together until they formed a kind of brownish blob, and began to eat.
Piper went upstairs and Prue immediately asked, "did you find out what's wrong with her?" " No, she said that it was just hormones." "Well I don't believe her." "I do, she's down there eating mint chocolate chip ice cream and orange sherbet mixed together!" "Ew! But that's not the point." "Let's just forget about it. She obviously doesn't want to talk. And if it gets any worse, we'll try again." "Fine... but I really hate watching my sister suffer and not do anything about it." "Me too, but it's just for now. If she needs us, she'll some to us." Just then Paige came skipping (I know skipping...weird huh!?") up the stairs. "Hey, are you guys talking about me?" "No" they all said together. Paige, being the somewhat gullible person she is, simply replied "that's good" and continued skipping to the bathroom. "Well she definitely didn't seem too worried about anything." "Maybe your right Pheebs, maybe we should just forget about it." Satisfied the sisters walked off their separate ways. But in the bathroom Paige was sitting on the floor crying softly to herself.