The following weeks weren't the happiest. Paige had become distant and moody again, and I felt about the same. Leo bringing James home to live with us hadn't taken any stress away, either. We put all the money in the bank. We decided to go on as usual. At least, I thought we'd agreed that. Then Leo brought up buying new furniture.

"Just some nicer stuff!" he insisted.

"Leo, I don't want new stuff!" I said. "I like our stuff. And I thought we said it would be best to leave the money alone for now."

"I'm just saying, we could spend just a little to get a some new furniture..." he continued.

He followed me into the living room and I turned to face him.

"It's not even about the money. This furniture is sentimental," I said softly. "We bought these with the first few hundred dollars we ever made," I pointed to the loveseat and lowered my voice, "I lost my virginity right there."

"And I watched the superbowl on this couch!" he laughed. "Does it matter?"

"It does to me," I said quietly, trying to look hurt.

"Alright," he said with a smile. He stepped forward and kissed me before encasing me in his arms. "I still think we should talk about what the money is going to though..."

"It's going to taking care of Paige," I said.

"Yeah, the trust fun is for her. What about the other four hundred thousand?"

"It's three eighty," I said. "And I want to save that for an emergency."

"An emergency?" he mocked me.

"I mean, for when we need it. Or for the baby when she comes. Or when my sisters need it. I didn't tell them about it, but if they ever need help, I'd like it to be there to help them."

"You think about others too much," he laughed softly, then leaning in to kiss me.

The same thoughts had been on my mind for days. I had planned on spending some on baby stuff, maybe a few little things, but not a lot of stuff. I did want it to be there if we needed it, but also, I didn't want things to change just because we had some money. Well, a ton of money. A ton of money that I wasn't even sure I wanted, knowing where it came from...

"Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Hey."

Prue's voice was a little dull.

"Hey, Prue. What's up?" I asked.

"She's getting cremated tomorrow," she said. "Did you choose an urn? I still like the blue one most..."

"Yeah, the blue is fine. Even though mom's favourite color was green..."

"Okay, fine. The green one is fine," she sounded a little irritated. "It's more expensive, though. So your half is gonna be 225 bucks."

"Um, just let me take care of all of it," I offered.

"...But you're already paying over 1,000 for the cremation," she said. "How are you affording all this?"

"I have money saved up. Don't worry about it," I said quickly. "Should we get the solid green one or the one with flowers?"

"Flowers," she said.

"Alright, I'll order it today," I said.

"Okay. Oh, and I was thinking..."

"What?"

"Well, mom left you the manor. And maybe me and Phoebe could live there... since you aren't going to be using it..."

"Well, Prue..."

"Why aren't you going to live in it, anyway?"

"LA is the only place I ever want to live," I shrugged.

"So, do you think we could? I'd pay rent, of course, since it does belong to you," she said. She sounded a little irritated.

Just then, Paige walked in with somebody I didn't recognize. Somebody that, to be honest, frightened me a little.

"Can we work out details later?" I asked. I hung up quickly.

"Hello," I said, standing up.

"Hey, Piper," she said with a smile. "This," she said, looking up at the guy with a smile, "is James."

James had a black fohawk and a little bit of a mustache. He was wearing baggy chain pants on and a shirt that said "Rock The Fuck Out" in a bloody pattern.

"Hello...James," I said, very taken aback in Paige's choice of company.

"We're just going to study," she informed me, walking away toward her room.

"Ah! Wait just a second," I said as they entered her room.

"What?" she asked.

"Uh, you and James can study in the living room," I suggested.

She gave me a dirty look.

"Okay, better idea; how about me and you have a little chat?" I said in response to the look. "C'mon."

She groaned and followed me into my room. I smiled at James before closing the door. He smiled back.

"Do you not trust me?" she blurted out.

"Paige, don't make me sound like the evil big sister," I sighed. "I don't know this kid...or guy...how old is he?"

"Fifteen. And if you'll recall, I'm almost fourteen," she retorted.

"He's fifteen? Good god, he looks almost twenty," I muttered. "Look, the point is, is that I don't know him, and frankly you are way to young to have boys alone in your room."

"We weren't going to do anything," she rasped angrily.

"Lose the attitude," I said, getting fed up with her moodiness.

She looked annoyed for a moment, then smiled.

"Okay. I just want you to trust me."

"Trust is earned, and given with age," I said. "Listen, you two can study for half an hour in the living room and then James will be going home, because I have my first ultrasound at five. Got it?"

"Fine," she groaned. "Can you not be all big-sistery and do the check-on-us-every-five-minutes thing?"

"Okay," I said with a smile. "I'll do the check-up-on-you-every-ten-minutes thing. Happy?"

She frowned.

"Okay, go study," I said, opening the door. She walked out still looking annoyed.

But hey, that was my job as the evil big sister, right? I thought with a smile.