Despite Cal's protests, Morgan stayed in one of the spare rooms. All the night through she tossed and turned, unsettled by the confrontation with her family to come. In the morning she entered the kitchen to find waffles topped with fresh blueberries sitting out on the table. Cal entered through a swinging door with a plate of sausage.

"Morning," Cal said pecking her on the cheek as he sauntered by. "Sleep well?"

Morgan nodded hazily and collapsed sleepily onto one of the chairs, staring at the towering pile of waffles before her.

Cal, noticing she wasn't eating anything, said, "You need to store up for when the pregnancy really hits you."

"I'm not hungry," Morgan replied, yawning.

Cal kneeled down next to her, "Please, baby. Eat something."

Morgan rolled her eyes, "I am not leaving one mother for another."

"Please," Cal said, eyes wide and lip jutted out pathetically.

Morgan sighed and cut into a waffle, hesitantly putting it into her mouth, "Don't you have any pop tarts?"

Cal smiled, "Maybe tomorrow. Waffles today."

Morgan looked at the clock, it was approaching nine, "We should probably get going."

"We?" Cal asked.

Morgan stared at him, "You got me into this mess, I am not doing this alone."

Cal smiled, "I can just see the conversation now."

"So can I," Morgan said, wincing.

Half an hour later, they pulled up to the Rowlands house in Cal's Explorer.

"Ready?" Cal asked, squeezing Morgan's hand.

"No, but let's go anyway," Morgan replied.

Cal gently kissed her knuckles, "You're so brave."

"I don't feel it," Morgan said faintly.

Cal climbed out of his seat and walked around the car to hold the door open for her. Walking up to the front door, tension emanated from both in waves. Cal reached out and rang the doorbell. Moments later a panicking Sean and Mary Grace opened the door.

"Morgan!!" Mary Grace cried, "Where have you been?!"

"Uh, we have to talk to you," Morgan said quietly.

The adults shared a look of concern before ushering the couple into the family room where they could recline on the couch. Cal rested a reassuring hand on her knee as she composed herself.

"I'm moving in with Cal," Morgan said quickly.

"WHAT?" Sean cried.

"That's not all," Morgan said. "I'm carrying his child."

That sounded melodramatic, Morgan thought as she saw her parents turn disdainful and disapproving glares at Cal.

"Morgan, whatever trouble you've gotten yourself into, this is no time to make it worse," Mary Grace said sternly.

"This is the course of action that I have decided. I hope you respect that, but I do not need your permission," Morgan replied hotly.

"You are a minor and he is not," Mary Grace explained coldly. For the first time, Morgan realized that Cal could go to jail for what had happened between them. Interesting leverage for her, but she did not appreciate her adoptive parents threatening her.

Morgan looked at them scornfully, feeling the last of her connections to them break, "If you would have taken the time to notice, you would now that I am a very powerful witch. But now, I guess, you'll never know that."

Cal's jaw dropped open when he realized what she meant to do, "Baby, I don't think you want to do that."

Morgan's head snapped in his direction, "Yes, I do. They will never bother us again, and maybe then I can stop looking for acceptance with their kind."

Cal sighed in surrender, "I know you'll do as you wish, regardless what I say. But you know that Giomanch could seek you for this? Whatever bargains you made on my behalf will not save you."

Sean spoke up, "What is going on?"

Cal shook his head as Morgan shattered the reasoning he had so carefully been constructing in her mind and began chanting.