A/N: Hey! First, as always, I must thank those who reviewed!

svata2004, If you recall, I said Phoebe's husband was Jason. Therefore, Pandora's dad was Jason, not Cole. So no, they aren't brother and sister. Glad you're enjoying it and thanks for reviewing!

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The sun shone brightly into Pandora's room the next morning. The rays flashed over her eyes, waking her up. Groaning, she rolled over and crashed into something big and warm. Opening her eyes, she saw Collin, still asleep. She smiled and snuggled close to him. She shivered, feeling a chill. Unsure why, she glanced down and-

"Shit," Pandora groaned, the events of the night before coming back to her. She didn't regret what she'd done; she just couldn't believe she had done it. It was her first time and . . . No. She wasn't going to beat herself up over this. She was sixteen; she could make decisions for herself. She'd been ready and she loved Collin. So no regrets.

Collin stirred and opened his eyes. He glanced at her and smiled. "Hey. Sleep well?"

Pandora smiled, pushing all thoughts from her mind. She didn't want Collin to think she regretted last night . . . which she didn't. "Yeah. You?"

"Yeah." Collin leaned down and kissed her.

The door swung open and Payton started walking in. Pandora, we never got to talk about . . ." She glanced at them, as if just seeing them. "Oops."

Pandora pulled the covers tighter around herself. "Payton!" she whined, blushing bright red with embarrassment.

"Sorry. We'll, uh, talk later . . ." Payton quickly wobbled out of the room, one hand on her very pregnant belly.

Pandora sighed, still blushing a great deal.

Collin kissed her on the top of her head. "Well, Payton won't want to talk to you about whatever it is she had in mind now."

"Why?" Pandora asked, looking at him.

"Because," Collin said, grinning, "now she'll wanna have the Sex Talk with you."

Glaring at him, Pandora smacked his arm. "Not funny 'cause Payton is the kinda person who would do that!"

Collin laughed again and, again, Pandora smacked him.

"Maybe you should go," Pandora grumbled, glaring at him.

"Fine, fine." He kissed her and climbed out of bed, gathering his clothes. He quickly dressed, said good-bye, and left.

Pandora got out of bed, shivering, and put on some fresh clothes. Deciding it better to go and face the music sooner rather than later, she left her room and made her way downstairs to the living room where she found Payton sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

Pandora walked to the couch and sat beside Payton.

"Have fun last night?" Payton asked, glancing at her, eyebrows cocked.

'Haha," Pandora grumbled. "Very funny."

"You're only sixteen, Pandora,' Payton argued. "You and Collin have only known each other for two months. Isn't that going a little too fast? He doesn't know who we are and he might freak when he finds out. Most humans aren't receptive to magic. Unless you did something and didn't tell me, that was your first time. What if your relationship with him doesn't work out?"

Pandora felt bad not telling her cousin who Collin really was. But she couldn't, especially not now. "We'll work out, trust me. I have no regrets."

"I didn't have any regrets with Rick, now look at me. He's a demon and I'm almost six months pregnant," Payton remarked.

"Unlike you, Collin and I were careful. I'm on the pill and he used a condom," Pandora retorted.

Payton sighed. "As long as you know what you're doing and he's not pressuring you into anything."

Pandora nodded. "He's not. Trust me, okay?"

"Okay," Payton said, sighing.

Pandora stood. "And by the way, maybe you should rethink this whole sex talk thing for when you tell it to Phoenix. I mean, how can you lecture her about safe sex when you're eighteen and pregnant?" She had to duck to avoid Payton's fist and ran out of the room giggling.

"Not funny!" Payton snapped. "I honestly believe the new Halliwell Curse is to get pregnant young. And if Collin were a demon – thank goodness he isn't – then I'd also have to say that the new Halliwell Curse is to be impregnated by a demon."

Pandora gulped, trying not to look guilty. She nodded, laughing slightly. "Right. But I'm not pregnant remember? You are. And Collin isn't a demon; Rick is. So we have nothing to worry about. It's not the new Halliwell Curse," she said, silently praying it wasn't the curse and she wasn't pregnant. She doubted she was, though.

"Right, whatever. Look, I have to go to P3. Some new, unheard of band is coming for an audition and I can't be late," Payton sighed.

"I thought you hired someone to look after the club while your pregnant?" Pandora questioned.

Payton nodded. "I did. But I still want to be there. This is the first time we've had an unknown band in a long time and since mom died, the club has been slacking. P3 is our only source of real income, since you only do the "Ask Phoebe" column once in awhile since Phoebe isn't-"She paused. "You know what I mean, right? We can't afford to loose the club and in honor of my mom, I intend to keep it running."

Pandora nodded silently, unsure of what to say to that.

"Hey, what's everyone talking about?" Phoenix asked, entering the room.

"Nothing," Payton and Pandora said in unison.

Phoenix frowned, crossing her arms. "Rephrase: what are you guys talking about that you don't want me to know, but that I'll find out anyway?"

Payton and Pandora glanced at each other, communicated without words – in the way only cousins can – and turned back to Phoenix.

"Sex," they said in unison.

Phoenix wrinkled her nose in disgust. "You guys are gross."

Payton and Pandora burst out laughing; they couldn't help it.

"Come here, short stuff," Pandora commanded.

Glaring, Phoenix walked to her sisters and they hugged.

After they let go, Pandora turned to Payton, smirking.

"So, have you decided whether or not you're going to have a home birth yet?"

Payton's eyes widened in horror . . .