A/N:  Sorry for the delay, it's been really hectic lately. Thanks to Charmed Writer P4, molly, MelodyFaith and paige fan for reviewing!!

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            "Isn't it nice to be out of your bedroom?" Phoebe joked as she plopped onto the couch.

            "Yea, it is sort of nice. After yesterday I'd like to be out of my room for awhile…" Paige responded half heartedly.

            From the kitchen came Piper, three cups of coffee in her hands. She gave one to Paige, another to Phoebe and kept one for herself. Sitting on the couch next to Paige she got comfortable, ready to listen to the conclusion to Paige's story.

            "So Paige, you ready?" Piper inquired.

            "As ready as I'll ever be," she sighed. "Okay so anyway, it was late June. I was supposed to be going to dinner with Paul, but he was running a little late so.."

*FLASHBACK*

            I paced the bedroom multiple times before I began to think that maybe Paul was never going to show. We were scheduled to have dinner at 6pm and now, almost an hour later, I knew something must be up. Normally I wouldn't care if Paul was late, after all it would give me more time to take a nap or something seeing as now-a-days I was always tired and achy, however tonight was the night I planned on talking to Paul about the baby; something I had been getting the courage to do for months now.

            Tired of waiting in the bedroom I made my way downstairs. On every other occasion the downstairs area was restricted to me during the evening hours, but tonight I didn't care. Let Paul's parents have a fit, I was going downstairs to wait for Paul and that was that.

            Getting to the living room I proceeded to sit down on the couch and wait. Minutes passed without disturbances and then out of nowhere Paul's father appears in the doorway. He stares at me for a few minutes and then sits down on the sofa opposite the one I was sitting in.

            The awkward silence that I expected only lasted a minute or two, when suddenly Paul's father began to speak to me.

            "You're getting really big." He said.

            I didn't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment, but I went for the latter.

            "Well I'm seven months pregnant and although I keep telling the doctors that I think I'm too big they assure me that at this stage it's perfectly normal to look like a house."

            He laughed. I froze. Never would I have expected Paul's father to share a joke with me.

            "So, how's it been sleeping up there with Paul? Has he kicked you as much as that baby?"

            "Uhh…haha….not really, he's been really great. He'll make an excellent father, he's so protective of us…." I stopped, unsure of what else I should say. I felt like all the words that escaped my lips were being recorded to be used against me later. To be honest it made me a bit uneasy.

            "Paige…umm…I don't really know how to say this but…."

            "But what sir?"

            "Well see…seven months ago when Paul came to us with the news that he was going to be a father I must admit I was a bit shocked. My son wasn't the kind of person to rush off and have unsafe sex. I was furious with him, as with myself for not having taught him well enough. However, soon I realized that it wasn't really all Paul's fault, but your fault as well…

            I began to feel my blood boil, but contained myself from starting a confrontation.

              "After all you also allowed him to have unsafe sex with you. Neither of you had thought about what might happen because of your actions. Anyway… I can't tell you I didn't hate you at first, because I did, but then I began to think and I realized that if I hate you I hate my grandchild. That's just not fair is it? After all, it was there his or her stupid parents who decided to have her without being ready. They shouldn't pay for that…."

            "Mr. Holton, is there a point here?" I said, not caring that I was being rude.

            "Well as a matter of fact there is…you see I do like you know Paige, because I need to be there for my grandchild. So whether you like it or not I will be involved in this child's life and I am terribly sorry that my wife and I have neglected to help you nourish for this child. So do you forgive me?"

            "No, not now!! No!!"

            "What? I'm asking you to forgive me and you won't. Fine…then when this baby does come I won't give a shit. See how well you and Paul survive without our help!!"

            "No! No! It's not that…it's….my…my water broke…." I said, my face turning into one of fear as I looked at Mr. Holton.

            "Ohmigod, okay umm…where's your bag?"

            "My bag? Umm…uhh….oh god why now!! Why now?!?!?..."

            "Paige you have to relax. Listen to me, where is the bag that you and Paul packed for the hospital?" Mr. Holton said, getting off his seat and grabbing onto my shoulder, making my face stare right at his.

            "Umm…okay, it's…uhh….upstairs…..right next to the…..uhhh….door….yea…." I said, between staggered breaths.

            "Okay, I'll be right back, hang in there and keep breathing." He said, dashing up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.

            By the time he returned my contractions were less than 5 minutes apart and I was dying to get this baby out of me. The pain that ripped through every inch of my body was horrifying, worse than anything I had ever felt. At that moment I would rather have been thrown off a building and broken every bone in my body than have to feel that pain.

            "Okay, hold my hand, we have to get you to my car." He said, grabbing onto my hand. I leaned heavily into him as I rose.

            "Ahhhhhh!!!!" I screamed, a huge contraction overcoming me.

            "It's okay, it's okay…breathe…" Mr. Holton couched me.

            Mrs. Holton, who had apparently heard my scream came running in from the kitchen.

            "What the hell is going on?" She asked, panicked. For a second between my state of intense pain I actually thought she was worried for me. However when I saw her standing there, not doing a thing to help, I realized she would never care for me.

            "It's Paige, she's going into labor." Mr. Holton answered. "Honey I need you to contact Paul somehow."

            "Why?" She asked calmly.

            "Why?!?! Maybe because he's about to become a father." Mr. Holton answered, already opening the front door.

            "Oh alright I'll leave him a "911" on his beeper." She huffed, heading back toward the kitchen.

PRESENT DAY

            "That was one of the last times I ever saw Mrs. Holton and I'll never forgive her for what she did next." Paige said angrily.

A/N: Sorry it was so short. Next chapter will be up soon… I hope. Once Holiday Break starts it should be easy. Until then please review!!