A/N: Yay!! I am so excited!! Less than a week and a new chapter!! You guys were awesome with all the reviews!! I'm so happy right now!! Yay! Yay! Yay!

Anyway to answer some of your questions…

Charmed Writer P4: I'm so happy you love this story!! You like the name Paul huh? LOL…I used to like it a lot too…which is exactly why I chose it…haha. Anyway, there will be sister moments really really soon…I promise. But thanks for hanging in there and reading all this stuff until the sister moments come. Oh and I promise that I will make sure that when I update with a sister moment I write: updated w/ Sister moment!!...just so you know….LOL.

MelodyFaith: Hey! I'm really sorry that I didn't explain more how they became such good friends. If I can I'll try to squeeze it in during a sister moment; when she goes into explaining Paul to them or something. But thanks for the complaint, I love to hear what you guys think…good or bad, cause it helps me grow as a writer.

And to P3Halliwell1329,drew and anna: Thanks for reviewing guys!! I'm so glad to hear you are loving this story!!! It offers me more of a motivation to continue it.

And now on with the story….

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Sitting in the small white room, I fidgeted with the ridiculous gown they had me put on. I always hated hospitals, but I especially hated them when I was the one being poked and prodded at. From the glass window I could see Paul and my aunt looking in. They were talking to each other and I wondered if they knew something I didn't.

            I had been in here for hours now, without a word being said to me the entire time. They would just tell me what they were about to do and then do it. That's it. Nothing more. There was no friendly chit-chat.

            And to be honest I was going insane, I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted to know what was wrong with me and get it done with. I wanted to be able to go home, put on my pajamas and crawl into bed. I was beyond exhausted and I just wanted this day to be over with.

            From the window I saw Paul wave and blow me a kiss. I blew him a kiss back and he made believe it had hit him in the heart, as he pretended to keel over. I silently laughed...my sweet Paul, I could still not believe he had come here with me. He was so incredible. All day long he had stood by that window looking in at me and making me giggle. I was sure he knew I was dying in here, having to sit all alone. His small little gestures were enough to cheer me up, at least a little.

            While I was trying to tell him with hand gestures that I wanted to go home I saw him turn around. Seconds later my aunt, Paul and a doctor walked through the door.

            "Hello Ms. Matthews." The doctor said.

            I looked him over once. I definitely had not seen him all day and I was wondering if his presence meant something good or bad.

            "How are you feeling?" he asked.

            "Tired...I just want to go home." I said, sounding miserable.

            "Oh...well it's to be expected."

            "Why is it to be expected? What's wrong with her?" Paul asked.

            "Umm...well how about Ms. Matthews changes back to her clothes and we'll go into my office and discuss the results of all the tests."

            And just like that, having left us with a thought that some soon to be known illness was plaguing me, he left the room.

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The tiny office was filled with pictures and diplomas.  There were also all kinds of books in a shelf right behind his desk. A nice little nameplate sat on his desk, reading Dr. C. Troy. So that was his name. Next to the nameplate I saw a box of tissues and I wondered how many times that tissue box had been used in the last month. I pictured thousands of people receiving horrible news and having to reach over and grab a tissue as the tears of angst began to run down their faces. I saw old people learning they had Alzheimer's, I pictured grown men and women learning they had cancer, I pictured small children learning they had leukemia. Just the thought of all those sad people brought tears to my eyes. I could only imagine the infinite number of illnesses that I could possibly have.

            And as Dr. Troy entered the room and closed the door quietly behind him I braced myself. I could feel my heart pounding a million miles an hour and I was happy to know that I was in a hospital because I was sure that I would keel over and die right here.

            "Okay, now that we are more comfortable, let me introduce myself to Paige. Paige I am Dr. Troy, nice to meet you." He said, extending his hand out for me to shake it. I did, but I was sure that he could feel the tremor in my hands.

            "So Dr. Troy, what's wrong with her?" my aunt asked, barely above a whisper.

            "Well Paige...I don't know how else to say this except...congratulations, you're pregnant!"  Dr. Troy said smiling.

            "SHE'S PREGNANT!!" My aunt yelled, furious. "But how can that happen, she's never had sex!!!"

            "Umm...well maybe you'd like to discuss that with Paige because she most certainly has had intercourse."

            "Paige? Tell Dr. Troy that you've never had sex... come on!! Tell him!! Tell him that his diagnostic is wrong!!" my aunt said, going hysterical.

            "I...I can't do that." I whispered, still in shock.

            "You what?!?!....Who was it?!?!? Who impregnated you??"

            I looked over at Paul, he had his head down, looking at his lap. I wasn't sure if it was him, but it would make the most sense. He had been the last one I had had sex with.

            "I...I....I think...I think it was...Paul."

            "Paul?!?!?" my aunt said, getting up out of her chair and towering over Paul.

            I would have figured that Paul would have looked up, but he didn't. His gaze remained on the floor.

            "Paul answer me!! Did you and Paige have sex?"

            "Yes ma'am." He said quietly.

            My aunt got so furious she ran right out of the room, slamming  the door behind her.

            So there I stood, a soon to be mother, with a boyfriend who hadn't spoken a word since he found out he was going to be a father and with a doctor who I was sure thought my family was crazy. I had an aunt who was furious with me, an uncle who was sure to find out about the whole ordeal in a few minutes and who would also become angry. And I was sure that I would get kicked out of my house. But I didn't think about any of that, I thought as I stood there, tears formulating in my eyes...I guess this is another reason to have to use those tissues. And I bent down and grabbed one. 

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