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CHAPTER NINE

"Hey mom," Pam said as she walked into the kitchen. Phoebe looked up from her laptop.

"Hi there," she replied with a smile. "You're home early."

"Yeah. Professor Taylor's lecture was surprising short today." Pam put her backpack down on the table. "Which of course means that for the first time in a month, I am not swamped with homework!"

"That's great! Lucky you. Care to help me with my advice column?"

"Having some writer's block?"

"Yeah… I guess it's just the stress of constant worry over Piper… plus Prudence Allison should be born in a week or two…" Phoebe got up and walked towards the kitchen counter. On the way there, she stopped abruptly. "Make that an hour or two."

Pam dropped the orange she had picked out of the fruit bowl. "What?"

"I just felt a contraction," Phoebe said.

"Oh my God, um, are you sure it was a contraction?" Pam asked, walking over to her mother's side.

"It may have been about 19 years since I had you, but trust me, you don't forget how those feel."

"Alright, um… couch. Lie down on the couch." Pam led her mother into the living room and gently helped her sit. She then propped some pillows up behind her head so she could lie down comfortably. "Can I get you anything?"

"Nope, I'm way too nervous to need anything," Phoebe replied. "It's been forever since I've had a kid… Pam, I want to make sure that you're not going to feel jealous towards the new baby, being that you never really got a childhood with me and all."

"Don't worry about it, mom, I'm fine."

"Well, you may say so now, but you never know… if you ever want to talk or anything, I'm always available."

"Thanks, mom," Pam smiled. "But I'm sure I'll be fine. Did your water break yet?"

"No, not y-yetttt!" Phoebe winced in pain. "There's another contraction!"

"Okay, okay, just breathe through it," Pam coached. "Remember the Lamaze."

"Alright, it's gone now. Those weren't very far apart… only what, 5 minutes?"

"That would be my guess."

"Well then I think we should probably head to the hospital. You okay driving?"

"Of course. I'll get your coat."

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"Alright, Miss Halliwell, please have a seat over there until I call you," a nurse said. Phoebe and Pam headed over to the waiting room chairs. By this point Phoebe had gotten somewhat moody.

"I just hope you can get me in a room soon!" Phoebe called after the nurse. "I came here so I could have my child somewhere sanitary instead of the dining room table!" Everyone in the waiting room gave her a strange look when she made that comment. "Uh… my sister had a home birth for her son… he was early, and her bed was… oh, nevermind!" Phoebe sat down.

"So I take it waiting rooms don't process people any faster on the West Coast, huh?" Pam asked.

"Ha," Phoebe replied to the comment. "Did you call Paige?"

"Yep, she said she would bring everyone here right away."

"Good," Phoebe said. She was just about to relax when she felt another contraction. "Okay, if I don't get a room soon there's gonna be amniotic fluid all over this floor!" Phoebe shouted, hoping a nurse would hear. Instead she just disgusted the people around her.

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"Why can't I have an epidural?" Phoebe asked the nurse angrily. At least now she had a bed to lie in.

"I'm sorry, Miss Halliwell, but I'm not authorized to give one. You'll have to wait for the anesthesiologist," the nurse replied.

"Great," Phoebe replied sarcastically as the nurse started to leave the room. "It would help if he was in the building!" Her water had broken about fifteen minutes ago, and ever since the Lamaze was just not working. "Where is everyone?" she asked Pam.

"Paige said they would come as soon as possible…" Pam replied. Just then the room filled with orbs. Josh instantly rushed over to Phoebe and took her hand.

"How are you doing, honey?" he asked.

"I've been better," Phoebe replied.

"Sorry, I was tied up at work," Paige said. "I was in a meeting. Couldn't leave."

"Well, at least you're here, unlike the anesthesiologist…" Phoebe started.

"She has to wait for him in order to get an epidural," Pam explained.

"Lucky you," Paige commented.

"Don't start with me, I'm in too much pain," Phoebe sniped.

"Gee, sorry," Paige said. She wiped the sweat from Phoebe's forehead.

"Don't take it personally," Piper whispered. "Most Halliwells are like this during labor, remember?"

"All I remember is pushing and lots of it," Paige replied.

"Well what about me, then?" Piper asked.

"When Chris was born, we were all in happy land. You couldn't be angry if you tried. And with Wyatt… Oh. I see your point."

"I'm too old for this!" Phoebe groaned as she breathed through another contraction.

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About three hours later, Phoebe had received her pain medication and had successfully given birth to Prudence Allison Halliwell. The entire family instantly fell in love with the tiny baby. Josh cradled his new daughter lovingly.

"Hello there little Prudence," he said.

"Whoa, nickname please," Phoebe said. "This girl is going to be crazy if she actually likes being called Prudence."

"Well, what then? Prue?" Pam asked.

"Mmm… I guess I should've realized that naming her after Prue would give her that nickname…" Phoebe began. "But I don' really want to call her that. It doesn't give her her own identity."

"Maybe we should call her by her middle name. Allison," Josh suggested.

"Yeah… that's pretty…" Phoebe agreed. She then got an idea. Using her Empath abilities, she sensed her new daughter's emotions, even if at this stage in life she didn't have many yet. "Y'know, if we're going to go down the Allison road, why not Allie? She seems like an Allie." Phoebe took the little girl in her arms. "Is Allie a good nickname? Do you like Allie?" she asked the baby. "What do you think, Josh?"

"It's fine by me," he replied.

"Good," Phoebe smiled. "Both my daughters now have nicknames!"

"Whoa…" Piper said.

"What is it?" Paige asked.

"I dunno, I just felt dizzy…" With that, Piper instantly collapsed onto the floor.

"Oh my God!" Phoebe said. "Paige, go find a doctor! Leo!"