Piper put Wyatt down for his nap as soon as she got home. She quickly put the groceries away, and then apprehensively pulled out the pregnancy test. She paced around the house for about a quarter of an hour before steeling her nerves and going into the upstairs bathroom.

After taking the test, she put it on the sink, washed her hands, and went into the master bedroom to pace some more.

She looked around her. The room was only half unpacked. Boxes were everywhere. So were pictures of herself and Leo. She picked up the nearest one, and smashed it against the wall, hardly hearing the sound of the picture frame shattering.

"Damn you all!" she whispered through a steady stream of tears. She wasn't sure if the Elders could hear her, and she didn't care. Piper didn't need to look at the stick; she was pretty sure of what it would tell her. "Damn you! How the hell could you do this to me? You've taken everything from me - My mother, my sister, every chance I've ever had at being happy. And what about you, Leo? You know I've always hated the Elders for what they've done to me, to us, and to our family. How the hell am I supposed to accept that the one person I loved and trusted more than anything is suddenly one of them? How the hell do I deal with that?" Crying even harder now, she slammed another picture down, and went back into the bathroom.

Just as Piper had thought, the test was positive. She sank down against the bathtub, absently placing one hand over her stomach, and pulled her knees up to her chin. She stayed like that, small sobs wracking her body, until she heard Wyatt crying downstairs.

Piper dried her face with a tissue, then went downstairs to her son.

"It's okay," she cooed, although she knew her voice, as cracked and quavering as it was, couldn't be very comforting. Wyatt's cries turned to whimpers, but he didn't completely calm down. The same could be said for his mother.

She sat down on the living room couch, rocking him gently. Alone, and now with two children, Piper had never been more scared in her life. She clung desperately to them both, holding Wyatt close to her in one arm and rubbing her stomach with her free hand. She knew she needed to be strong for them, but she wasn't sure that she could. She wished more than anything that Leo were there, but he wasn't, and he never would be. This thought got her crying again, which made Wyatt start up. She didn't comfort him this time. She didn't know how.

This went on for a few minutes, until Nana came in.

"Piper?" she called. "Doll, what's wrong?" she asked, taking Wyatt from her.

Piper shook her head, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm pregnant. I know that's supposed to be a good thing, and it is, it really is, but... I'm just so scared."

Nana, having successfully calmed the baby down, took a seat next to his overwhelmed young mother. "Of course you're scared," she answered. "That's only natural. But dear, you've done this before."

"Not by myself," Piper said miserably. "It was different when Wyatt was born. I had my husband, Leo, and my two sisters."

Nana shifted Wyatt to put an arm around Piper. "What happened to them?" she asked gently.

Piper sniffled. "Leo... left us. He walked out a little more than a week ago. Trust me, he's not coming back. And now... I still can't believe this is happening. We tried for so long before we had Wyatt. I never expected it to happen now." She sighed. "You know the worst part of it? I don't hate him. I want to, I want to be able to hate him for not choosing us. But I can't, because I know he really does love me."

Nana pulled Piper to her, encouraging the younger woman to cry on her shoulder. After a few minutes, she asked, "What about your sisters?"

Piper shook her head. "I can't go back to them. I left them a few days ago, because I couldn't deal. I just can't go back to them now."

Nana stroked Piper's hair comfortingly, and Piper leaned back against her, reaching out toward her son. She'd only known Nana for a few hours, but she felt as though she's known her a lifetime. It suddenly struck Piper how much Nana reminded her of a younger, more rambunctious version of her own Grams.

"If you can't go back, then you'll stay here," Nana said. "Everyone in town is going to love you. Don't worry about a thing, doll."

"Thank you," Piper murmured. Her crying jag had left her exhausted.

"Why don't you go lay down for a while?" Nana suggested. "Go on, go. I'll stay with Wyatt."

Knowing full well that Nana wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, Piper nodded gratefully. She kissed Wyatt, and went upstairs.