A/N: Well, the following won't come as a surprise to, like, any of you. Lol. So let me just get on with it.

Okay, be patient, lots of reviewers to thank.

Matt91: Lol. Stop choking me! You do not choke the birthday girl!

Jade-Eye Halliwell: You'll find out in a few seconds!

BlueOrbs998: Lol. You have a point, about Phoebe and Piper. And np, I've been way busy, too.

Wyatt333: Lol. You and about 98 of my reviewers for last chapter.

The-Cheese-Fairy: Isn't Wyatt sweet? I kinda made him the total opposite of his "Evil" self from the show. He's really sweet!!

Charmedluver: I'm confused on one part – "What did Melinda do dail a date" ?? What do you mean? And, lots of strangling going on!

Dr. Magic, PhD: Lol. Well, this time, I think you're right (even though I don't know what you're thinking)! Gee, work that funy Lol.

PiPeRAnGeL39: Aren't I evil?

SweetySweety039: Lol. Almost everyone who reviewed last chapter figured it out!

CursedBlondie: Lol. Everyone thinks the same, and half of them wanna strangle Scott, too.

Okay, tomorrow is my birthday! Sweet Sixteen! Go me! Lol. So, I started chapter 29 and I'll try to update asap, but no guarantees. This week is crazy. I have one midterm tomorrow and my b-day. Tuesday, midterms. Wednesday or Thursday, I want to try and get my permit. Friday I might be free, but my mom and I need tgo take the puppy to the vet – she's getting spayed. Lol. And Saturday she's coming home. So, crazy week! But I'll try.

Enough gabbing, time to start!

Also: if you look at my other stories, you'll notice something: I've become a lot less discreet. Lol. The more fics I write, the more comfortable I get with sharing my writing, and the more willing I am to really open up. So . . . you'll see what I mean. Some of the content in this chapter is way out there. For me, at least. Lol.

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"I'm Pregnant," Melinda blurted. She figured, if she didn't just come out and say it, she would chicken out and not tell them and, well, they needed to know and they'd find out sooner or later, anyway, since she'd start showing in a few weeks.

Wyatt and Chris stared at her, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Whatever she had been about to say, neither of them had expected it to be that.

"W- how? When? I mean, I know how but-" Wyatt, it appeared, was tongue tied and flabbergasted.

Chris couldn't speak.

"I'm two weeks pregnant," Melinda replied weakly, in response to the 'when' question. "I didn't even realize until my, uhm," she blushed furiously. Mentioning that her period had been late to her male cousins? Yeah, that was pretty embarrassing so she rephrased and said, "I was late a-and so I stopped by the doctor's and- well, she called back and-" She looked down at the ground, still blushing. She wished her mom were there.

"Is it-" Wyatt began, but Melinda interrupted, saying, "Of course it's Scott's! I've never been with anyone else." She blushed even an even brighter red, if that were possible. "Not that that's any of your business," she added in a mumble. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.

Chris looked disgusted, and he wasn't going to hide it by being discreet. "You had unprotected sex with that guy?" He burst out angrily. It wasn't easy to make him angry, either. This was bad.

Melinda burned with embarrassment. "No, of course not," she argued. "I just, uhm, forgot to-" She went even redder than before, if that was possible (which it really wasn't). Because the thing was, she hadn't been having unprotected sex. But, well, they hadn't used a condom either. She had been on The Pill. And, it seemed, she had forgotten to take it. Or she had just been in the unlucky 3 chance that it wouldn't work, since The Pill wasn't a solid 100 thing.

"You forgot what?" Wyatt asked, before Chris could yell at her. He could see she was having a hard time discussing this with them and Chris getting angry wasn't going to help. He himself wasn't pleased at all, but getting angry and yelling wouldn't solve anything.

"I forgot to take the Pill, okay?" She blurted, not looking at either of them. If she did, she feared, she'd burst into tears.

"So you didn't use a condom? You never did, not any time you guys -?" Chris snapped, disgusted. He couldn't believe what he was hearing!

"No, okay? Happy? I screwed up, okay?" Melinda cried, finally looking at them. Tears sprang to her eyes and her lip quivered.

"Chris, stop it," Wyatt said, his tone warning-like.

"No I won't!" Chris said angrily. "Wyatt, she's eighteen and she's pregnant with her ex-boyfriend's baby!"

"And you're yelling won't change anything," Wyatt replied calmly. It was amazing how calmly he could speak in even the worst of situations – like, for instance, now.

Chris shook his head, disgusted, and orbed out.

Melinda couldn't help it: she broke down. Really, really broke down. She started sobbing uncontrollably. Chris hated her. He'd never speak to her again. And he had made a good point: Scott was her ex, and she was having his baby.

Wyatt walked to her side and embraced her. She buried her head in his shirt and cried until she had nothing left inside of her to cry. Then she pulled away, her eyes blotchy and red and her mascara and eye shadow smeared.

"What am I going to do? He's right. Scott and I aren't together anymore. I can't raise a baby alone, Wyatt," Melinda said, her lip trembling.

"You won't have to raise the baby alone. You'll have Chris and me," Wyatt said gently.

"But Chris hates me right now! You saw him," Melinda reminded him.

"He'll come around," Wyatt said.

Melinda frowned. "And if he doesn't?"

"I'll force him to," Wyatt replied with a kind smile.

Melinda managed to smile, despite her current state of mind. "Thanks. What would I ever do without you?"

"Oh, I don't know-" Wyatt began, smiling.

"Wyatt-?" Melinda began, her tone unsure.

"Yeah?" Wyatt asked.

"Do-" Melinda bit her lip. "Should I tell Scott?"

Wyatt frowned. "That you're pregnant? No. Normally I'd say yes, since it's the right thing to do. But after the way he treated you? He doesn't deserve to know. Besides, if he knew, he might take you back just because you're pregnant, not because he cares. You don't want that."

Melinda nodded. "I guess that makes sense . . ."

"But?"

"But it just seems wrong to keep it a secret from him. I mean, what if I see him three months from now? He'll see my slowly-expanding belly," Melinda replied.

"Then he'll find out. Until then-"

Someone knocked and Chris came into Melinda's room.

"Someone's here to see you, Melinda," he said grudgingly, then left.

Melinda frowned and got up. She glanced uneasily at Wyatt then left her room and went downstairs to the front door, only to find-

"Scott?" Melinda said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Scott had his hands in his pockets and he looked nervous.

"I- well, you probably hate me for last night. But I came to apologize, for all the good it will do. Even though you're the one who should be apologizing," Scott replied with a shrug.

Melinda frowned. "Why should I be apologizing?"

"I saw you outside Mezinni's Pizzeria with some guy yesterday," Scott replied sharply, looking hurt. One problem: He looked like he was lying.

"Me? With some guy?" Melinda cried, shocked. "I never left the house! I slept the whole day away and got your note, then left for your apartment and, well, you know the rest. Ask Wyatt and Chris, they know I was here the whole time. Scott, I would never do that to you! You must have seen wrong."

Scott frowned. "I-I guess so," he said, still looking nervous. He was about to say something more when Wyatt walked over and stood protectively by Melinda.

"Scott," he said coldly. He looked at Melinda. "Everything okay?"

Melinda nodded, then touched her stomach – but discretely, as if she were stretching and passing her hand over her stomach as she went – so Wyatt would get the picture and leave.

Frowning disapprovingly, Wyatt left the room, glaring daggers at Scott.

"Come into the sun room," Melinda said, tacking Scott's hand and forcing him to follow. They sat on two white, wicker chairs by the glass doors and Melinda kept a hold of his hand.

"Melinda, is everything okay?" Scott asked nervously.

"I need to tell you something. Please, don't feel obligated to get back together with me when you hear, because that's not why I'm telling you. I'm telling you because you have a right to know."

Scott frowned, but nodded.

"Scott, I'm-" Melinda, however, was cut off by a loud crash coming from the living room, and Wyatt calling for her.

Demon attack.

They were so few and far apart, that it always shocked Melinda when it happened. But now, of all times? Great. Just great.

"Stay here, Scott," Melinda said firmly. "No matter what, stay here." She didn't need him getting hurt, or finding out who she was, not on top of the big whammy she was about to throw at him – if another demon didn't attack.

He nodded, and Melinda ran to the living room – and stopped dead.

The same fanged demon that has nearly killed her was attacking her cousins. And Mr. Fangy? Yeah, he was winning.

Melinda was frozen with fear. She just stood there, unable to move while fang-guy was beating the crap out of Wyatt and Chris. Finally, Chris Tked Mr. Fangy into the wall, a long enough distraction for Wyatt to freeze him and then kick him, shattering him and vanquishing him.

"What the hell, Melinda?" Chris snapped, bloody and beaten. Wyatt frowned at Melinda, shaking his head.

"What were you- uh-" Wyatt paused, staring at something in the doorway.

Melinda turned.

Scott was standing their, looking both shocked and scared.