Nana, as usual, jumped right to the point. "Doll, that's wonderful. But when are you going to find out for sure?"

Piper, doing her best to adopt her friend's 'first-thing's-first' attitiude, just shrugged. "As soon as possible. I don't want to tell Leo until I know definately one way or the other."

"Have you at least bought a test?" Nana asked.

Piper shook her head. "I've been too nervous. And now Leo's going to be outside the grocery store all day, so he'll see me if I go into the pharmacy."

Nana bit her lip, a plan formulating in her bright-orange head. "Okay, so you won't go. We'll get Darvy over here, and she'll go in and get it for you. She's got three kids, nobody would question her going into a drug store."

Piper, biting back the urge to laugh, nodded. Nana called Darvy, and fifteen minutes later, Piper's other best friend was at the back door, paper drug-store bag in hand.

"Oh my God," she giggled, letting herself in and leaning down to give Piper a hug. "This is so great. Assuming you're happy about it. You are happy about it, right?"

"I'm not sure," Piper confessed. "I mean, on one hand, yeah, I'd love to have another baby. But Leo and I have only been back together for a year, and, I mean, do you think we're ready for this?"

"Well, there's only one way to find out," Darvy said, pushing the bag into Piper's hands.

Piper looked at it for a minute, then shook her head. "I can't. I'm too nervous."

"Well, dear, would you rather wait nine months and be surprised?" Nana questioned. Piper and Darvy burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay," Piper conceded, getting up. "I'm going, I'm going."

Clutching the bag, she slipped into the bathroom. When she came out again, Darvy set the kitchen timer for three minutes, following the instructions on the box. They waited without a word until the silence was broken by the beeping of the timer.

"I can't look," Piper said, wringing her hands.

"Come on, honey, we'll go with you," Darvy prompted.

The three women crowded into the bathroom, with Piper in between her two friends. Squeezing both their hands, she peeked down at the pregnancy test. It was positive.

"Oh my God," Piper said, her face breaking into a huge grin. In a second, she was enveloped by Darvy and Nana hugging her.

After a while, they went back into the kitchen. Piper started doing the dishes, a habitual de-stressing that even after all these years, she still hadn't managed to break. Nana and Darvy, both aware of this coping method, became worried.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Darvy asked, gently prying her best friend away from the sink. "Talk to us."

Piper sighed. "I have to tell Leo, don't I?"

"Well, doll, I expect he'll want to know," Nana said reasonably. "Especially a year or so from now, when he finds that little one crawling around his house."

Piper laughed, picturing Leo one day discovering that there was a baby in the house. "I have to tell Leo," she affirmed. "But how? I haven't done this in over seven years."

"Well, do you remember how you told him about Wyatt?" Darvy questioned.

Piper did remember, but since she couldn't exactly tell Nana and Darvy that the Angel of Destiny just happened to drop by and tell them both, she just shrugged. "It was so long ago. Everything from back then just seems to blur together." She glanced at the clock. It was almost nine-thirty. "Well, whatever I'm going to tell him, I have to figure it out soon. He'll be home for lunch in two hours. I'll tell him then, since with the kids and Paige at school and Phoebe at work, it'll probably be the only time we'll have the house to ourselves."

"Would you like us to wait with you?" Nana offered.

"That's okay," Piper said, shaking her head. "I should probably use the time to clean the place up, and plan out what I'm going to say to him. I want everything to be perfect."

Darvy and Nana each hugged her good-bye, and, after promising to be right next door in case she needed anything, left her alone. Piper watched them go, then went back to clearing the kitchen table of that morning's breakfast dishes, She was almost finished when a plate slipped from her soapy, slippery hands. Piper gasped, bracing herself for the shattering glass, but there was no sound. Even more alarming was what Piper saw when she dared to look.

The plate was frozen in mid-air.