AN: Okay guys, this is the epilogue! I'm said to say this is the last of "Criminal Desires". I want to cry!! I thank you for your steady reviews and support, this story is one of the best I've ever written. I may post a magical fanfic soon. Maybe. I'm kinda liking this whole AU thing, it's not as constricting as the magic ones. Anyway, I hope you like this, it's kinda cutesy, definitely a schmaltzy ending.
3 years later…
Piper blocked her face with her hands to avoid the flashing lights as she stepped out of the courthouse.
"What was it like to be in The Mirage that night, Mrs. Halliwell?"
"Is it true that you slept with Kelly Jessim?"
Piper gritted her teeth angrily in answer to the reporter's questions. "Leo, they're really starting to piss me off." She whispered into her husband's ear as she clung to his hand. Leo briefly brushed his lips across her temple before speaking.
"Mrs. Halliwell isn't taking any questions right now. As has been said once before, she will speak at the press conference." More lights flashed and Piper was now baring her teeth and about to snarl at them before Leo pulled her into the car.
He pulled her into a comforting embrace and held her head to his chest. "It's over now, remember?"
Piper nodded against his chest and then sat up. A female reporter ran up to the rolled down window.
"Mrs. Halliwell, is it true that you're pregnant?"
By now Piper was entirely fed up. "I don't understand why the fuck" Leo winced, "you reporters won't stay out of my goddamn personal life! The trial is over; get out of my fucking face, but if you must know, YES!"
Leo turned to his wife incredulously. "WHAT!!" But he didn't wait for a response to his exclamation before pulling around the corner, drawing the SUV a stop. "Are you serious?" he asked after a moment.
Piper wrung her hands and glanced at him. Damn, he was keeping his handsome face unreadable. "Yes…" Piper said slowly.
"Did a condom break?"
Piper shrugged helplessly. "I don't know, maybe."
Leo took a deep breath and she saw his hands tighten around the steering wheel. "Aren't you on the Pill?"
"I was, until the doctor found out I was pregnant."
He was silent as he started the car again.
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Piper walked through the front door of the Halliwell Manor…To be bombarded with hugs. Manda, Phoebe and Prue almost knocked her down.
The four woman started to jump up and down with excitement. "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, over, over, over…" They chanted with glee.
"Piper, don't jump, I don't know if it's safe or not." Leo said quietly, sliding a hand around her waist. Cole, Phoebe's boyfriend, came out of the living room to see about the commotion.
"I came out here to see what the hell was going on, did the wicked witch die or something?"
Much to Piper's surprise, Leo's face erupted in a proud smile. "I have an announcement to make. Piper's pregnant."
Phoebe, Manda and Prue's faces all registered shock. Cole, the ever alert lawyer, immediately took Piper in his arms with a spirited congratulation. After walking away, he shook hands with Leo.
Finally, the woman went back into action. Phoebe knelt at Piper's side, lifted up her shirt and pressed her ear to Piper's stomach. "Baby…" she said slowly. Piper smiled happily. "You're gonna have a baby!" Manda exclaimed, jumping up and down again.
"Baby…"
"You're going to have a baby!" Prue said, hugging her.
"Baby…"
"That's right Phoebe," Leo said happily, "A baby."
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9 months later, Providence Holly Wyatt was brought into the world, amongst her mother, father, Aunts Prue, Phoebe, Manda, Uncle Cole and all the love they bestowed on her. Things would definitely be different, especially in the unlikely family, but it was better than nothing.
Plus, they had what they desired. And there was not a thing criminal about it.
AN: Well, folks, it's over -----tears----- Sadly, I'm done. I hope you liked it. If you just like my writing, and like to read stories, I have an account at (for those who don't know it's another website that works like FFN, but it's just stories) under PiperChica please check it out.
