A/N: Hey. I'm sorry for not updating for so long. I'm, also sorry because I can't do individual thank you's tonight. It's late and I have school. I barely had time to finish the chapter. If I stay up any longer, my mom will yell at me. Lol. So I'm going to do one big one instead:
Glad everyone liked it! Though a lot of you weren't happy how I ended Chapter 34. Lol. Can't blame you guys! A lot of you can't wait to see how Scott's going to react, but you'll have to! I might not have him back until Ch 36 or 37, depending on how this chapter and next chapter work out.
To Maria: The actor who played adult Wyatt in "Chris-Crossed" was Wes Ramsey. You can find his info and picture by going to and typing in his name in the Search engine.
PS: This chapter is a couple of lines shorter than normal. Sorry! But trust me, it's worth it! Lol.
Please enjoy and please review!
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Melinda's eyes fluttered open and darted back and forth, taking in her surroundings. She was in her room, in her bed. Her body felt numb and tingly all at once and her lips were dry. She felt kind of tired and weak.
"Thank god," someone at her side said.
Melinda weakly turned her head to see Wyatt and Chris standing by her bedside.
She licked her lips. "What happened?" she croaked.
"You passed out," Wyatt explained. He was dreading the moment when he'd have to tell her what he'd done.
"I did?" She asked stupidly. Her mind just wouldn't focus. She put a hand on her belly. "Is-"
"The baby is fine, from what we can tell. But we can't take you to a doctor so . . ." Chris shrugged helplessly. Damn it, he hated feeling helpless, especially when it came to his family.
Melinda nodded knowingly. "Where's Scott?"
Wyatt glanced at Chris with a Help me! Expression.
Chris shook his head. His expression said it all: You're on your own.
Oh boy. Wyatt gulped. Time to face the Wrath of Melinda.
"Where's Scott?" Melinda asked again, when no one answered, pushing herself up so she was in a sitting position.
"Well, I was . . . worried about you and the baby and I didn't know what it was. Scott helped me get you on the couch. He wouldn't have left your side, so I didn't bother asking him to. But I had to – that is, I – uhm . . . I tried to heal you," Wyatt replied awkwardly.
Melinda's eyes bulged. "IN FRONT OF SCOTT?"
Wyatt, despite his tall size, muscular build, and the fact that he was twice as strong as Melinda, cowered as he nodded.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" Melinda cried, looking like she was going to have a stroke.
"M-maybe you should calm down. All that a-anger probably isn't good for the baby-" Wyatt said, gulping.
Melinda let out a small hmph! And fell back against her pillows, hating her maternal instincts right now, because she knew Wyatt was right and being angry and stressed wasn't good for the baby, especially since she had passed out. But she still couldn't help but be extremely pissed off at Wyatt right now. She had only just gotten Scott back! And now she might have lost him again.
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(One Month Later)
Melinda was now eight months pregnant and due to give birth any day. There was one problem: How to deliver the baby?
Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda had been idiots not to think of this sooner. They'd had eight months to figure it out and now they had maybe even only a few hours to figure it out.
Early one morning, they sat down in the living room to discuss it.
"One of us could deliver," Wyatt suggested.
Melinda pulled a face. "Ick. No way! That's just disgusting."
"What about Kat or Sam?" Chris asked.
"They have no clue what they're doing," Melinda reminded them. "They didn't train or anything."
"Point taken," Wyatt said, frowning. "Well, we can't go to a hospital."
"How about us?" Someone asked.
"Yeah, we're trained midwives," Someone else added.
Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda turned and gasped.
Paige and Phoebe stood their, grinning.
"Oh!" Melinda stood and hobbled over to her mom, hugging her tightly and as closely as her bulging belly would allow, then hugging Paige.
Wyatt and Chris came over and hugged them, as well.
"What are you guys doing here?" Chris asked.
"Hello to you, too," Paige grumbled, with a mock-hurt expression on her face.
"You know what I mean," Chris said.
Phoebe smiled. "Well we haven't seen you guys since, well, since we died. And I threatened the Elders into letting us come down here. After all, I couldn't miss the birth of my granddaughter!"
"Where's mom?" Wyatt asked, the same question Chris had been wondering, as well, but had been afraid to voice.
"Right here," came a bodiless voice. Golden lights appeared and, moments later, formed into Piper. She smiled and hugged her sons, then Melinda.
"I can't even remember the last time we were all together," Piper said, once everyone had taken seats in the living room.
"So how have you three been?" Paige asked.
Wyatt and Chris went into a lengthy explanation about how they had been and what they'd been up to. Melinda did the same, but in less detail.
"Shouldn't the father of your baby be here? I'd like to meet him," Phoebe said.
Melinda's smile disappeared. She hadn't heard from Scott since the beginning of last month when Wyatt had revealed their secret to him.
Phoebe frowned. "Melinda?" she asked, worried.
"He, uhm-" She paused, licked her lips, and sighed. "He found out who I really was and- I haven't heard from him since."
Phoebe walked to her daughter and hugged her in a way only a mother could.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," she murmured.
"It's all my fault," Wyatt said. "She passed out and I tried to heal her – right in front of him. I was worried I-"
"Stop blaming yourself," Melinda demanded gently. "You did what you felt you had to do. I forgive you."
Watt nodded, though he didn't feel like he deserved her apology. He had screwed up big time.
"So, how are Kat and Sam?" Paige asked.
Wyatt frowned. "How do you know about them? We never mentioned them."
Piper smiled. "We've been watching over you, silly. We knew everything you told us before you did so. But we wanted to hear it all from you guys first."
Melinda frowned. So they'd known about Scott?
Phoebe frowned, as well. "Yeah, we have," she said, as if reading her daughters mind. "I'm sorry. I should you told you instead of forcing you to tell us all over again."
"It's okay," Melinda replied, shrugging.
"Okay, well," Piper said, standing. "How about I make us some food or something? It's almost dinnertime and I'm sure everyone's hungry. We can talk some more then, too."
Melinda suddenly froze up. A curious expression crossed her face and she looked down, then at her cousins, mom, and aunts.
"I don't think we have time for dinner," Melinda said slowly.
"Why not?" Phoebe asked, suddenly worried.
Melinda stood slowly, looking at everyone again before looking back at her mom.
"Because my water just broke."