I'm finishing four omelets as David and Porter walk into the apartment.

I take in the sight of my shirtless husband. Not so much my brother. In fact, that kind of grossed me out. The two of them toss their sweaty shirts on the ground, gaining an annoyed glare. They quickly pick up their clothes and dump them in the laundry room before returning.

The apartment is quite a bit larger than our last one. The dining room is probably the smallest place in the house, which only allows a small table with four seats.

Both men sit at the table and I take the omelets off the stove, sliding them on plates.

"You're cooking and it only took around thirty years." Porter smirks.

"You're thirty, I'm not." I smirk as I hand him the plate, "Did you guys have a nice jog?"

"And a pretty good game of b-ball." David smiles.

"B-Ball...sometimes I forget that you're a spaz." I hand him a plate, also. I take mine and sit down beside them, "So, Porter, when are you going home again?"

"Ready to be rid of me?" He asks.

"I'd like to walk around naked." I smile.

"Right on!" David smirks.

"Gross," Charlotte says as she enters the room in one of Porter's button ups, "Hey! You made omelets!"

"On the counter," I nod. She nods and grabs one before sitting opposite me. I laugh, "I so hope you have panties on."

"You couldn't see?"

"I don't want to." I say, thoroughly grossed out.

Porter chuckles, "I did." He gives her an unassuming smirk.

"Me too." David squeaks as he dives into the omelet. When he realizes I'm staring at him, he coughs, "Not that I—I just mean—Fuck."

I laugh at him. He's the king of putting his foot in his mouth. It's endearing, except when it isn't. He again puts his face into the omelet. I look to Charlotte and Porter, who are staring at each other with the sweetest expressions. It is a bit weird that they're together but it makes sense.

Plus, Porter announced to us that he's going to propose to her soon. He showed us the ring.

Suddenly, I feel nauseated. David looks up at me with concern.

"You okay, babe?" He asks.

"I—" I can feel something coming up. I stand and run towards the trashcan, heaving into it. When I'm finished, I turn to see David standing behind me, with Charlotte and Porter watching behind him. I wipe my mouth, "I've been sick all morning. I think maybe I have food poisoning. Does anyone else feel it?"

They all shake their heads. My eyes find Porter, who's staring down at his feet.

"Porter, do you know anything about this? Was it my food?" I ask.

We all stare at him.

"Well, here's the thing..."

"What'd you do?" Charlotte asks.

Porter groans, "So, remember when Prudence said that I'd make a potion that would make you...um, conceive?" He asks.

I feel rage boil up inside me.

"You didn't." David hisses. He looks to me, "You did."

"Fuck...me."

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I punch Porter in the face, much to his surprise. Much to everyone's surprise.

Porter is way out of line. I haven't even been working this job for very long, I have a feeling that taking family leave right now isn't the best way to make an impression. David isn't ready yet either. He's not stable in his career.

Porter is my brother and I love him but he's become rash and impulsive. He lives for the moment now. I can't understand why he'd do this, why he'd take the living for the moment from me. There's on blaringly obvious reason not to do it.

I'm not ready.

After coming back from the dead, I was never in a good place. I almost ended the world. I've dealt with a few of my issues but I'm still largely damaged from it. I can't exactly forget it. I'm also getting used to being married. Two and a half years of marriage is still the adjustment period...for me at least.

I start towards him again but David catches me. I start flailing around, trying to get free of his grip but he picks me up and moves me across the room. Charlotte rushes to Porter, checking his nose. He's bleeding profusely.

"Hey, hey! Stop for a minute." David says trying to soothe me. I take a deep breath and my eyes find his. He nods to me, "Are you good now?"

"No! You heard him, right?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you'd be happy." Porter says with disbelief, "I didn't actually know it would work."

"Happy? You have met me right. You son of a—" I lunge for him again but David catches me again. When he puts me down, I growl and turn from them.

I start to think about it. I begin to wonder if this really isn't what I want. I mean, meeting Prudence for the first time as a baby would be amazing. Of course, it comes with the downside of actually having to raise a child. The only child I actually like is Peyton. But would it actually be so bad? Maybe I exaggerated. Our relationship is as strong as ever. And it had to happen at some point.

I turn to Porter, "I need to know details. Exactly what's going to happen?" I ask.

He dabs a dish towel against his nose, "Well, from my understanding, you won't get fat, so that's a plus, right?" He stares at me trying to surmise if that's a good thing. He takes a deep breath and continues, "One the downside, you will have all the symptoms. Morning sickness, weird cravings and some other highly weird stuff that I'm not brave enough to ask about."

"Birth? Carrying? Will I carry the baby?"

"No! You will not have that part. Be realistic. You don't have the right parts." He frowns, "About those weird cravings...It might make you eat more. Which can probably lead to fatness, so that theory is probably not accurate."

I chuckle angrily, "How? How in the Hell did you manage to find this little trick out?" I ask.

"Well, after Prudence...left, I started thinking. I was always pretty good at potions. Mom inadvertently helped me. The book has a really potent spell that simulates pregnancy. From there, it's a powerful bewitching that is complex but surprisingly simple."

"What if something goes wrong?" I ask, "Did you think of that?"

"I didn't. I'm winging it, sue me." He smirks.

"Why now?"

"Because Prudence said I would. She said that you'd be angry at first. She neglected to tell me you'd use my face as brawling practice."

"Good lord, if you keep bitching about it, I'll do it again."

"You would never find the right time. And we all know you're a little bitch at decision making."

I begin towards him again and David, again, grabs me.

"I lied about being sorry. This is a gift. You're welcome."

I look to David, "How are you not angry?" I ask.

"I think he should have told us but..."

"But?"

"It'll be cool to have kids. Most gay couples never have kids. I've always wanted kids." David's face is full of pride. I sigh. His face darkens, "Hey, I know you're afraid. That's your M.O. but this can either suck or be great."

I glare at Charlotte, "Did you know about this?"

Charlotte shakes her head, "No, I didn't. I think he's a jackass but I think they're right. Having a kid is great, or so I've heard."

I move out of the room and take a seat on my bed. I begin to think about all the things that could be wrong. It's untested. I could grow horns or a tail or die. Porter is a jerk but maybe they're right. I could sulk for the next nine months, if it still takes that long, or I can accept this look at the positives.

I kind of wanted a kid all along.

Since I met Prue, I've been thinking about it more and more. I find it intriguing that I was worried I couldn't give David this but I eventually will. It quelled my fears of him not being happy.

There's a knock at the door before Charlotte appears. I smile weakly at her as she moves in and sits on the bed. We both stare at the wall, silent. I don't think she's sorry it happened either. I think she's angry with Porter about how he did it. She's the first to speak.

"This isn't a bad thing."

"I know." I say sadly.

"I never thought you'd have a kid before me or Eva. Eva's going to flip." Charlotte chuckles, "She'll be excited for you, like me."

"I love him, so it'll be alright, right?"

"Come on, after all both of you have been through, this'll be cake." She laughs, "I think you'll make a terrific dad."

"Because history...or future history says exactly that."

"Is that another reason? Is that what you're really afraid of? It also says that David dies." She frowns, "David isn't dead."

"Well they have to be born first."

I think about it. History, if that's what you call stuff that happens in the future. I'd assume not because the past is something specifically for the actual past. Since meeting Prudence, there's been another thought that plagues me. My husband dies in that future. It's what drives me crazy.

"I think so. I mean, I'm probably still going to kill Porter but that's only half of it."

Charlotte pulls me closer, "Take it from the fairygod friend, It'll be great and I'll be here to help you. You have family support. I suppose I'll have to move here now."

"Get serious."

"No, well I could stay until the baby gets here. Or you two can move back to Endor."

I think about it. Moving back to Endor could mean diving back into the supernatural. I like my life without the constant threat of someone maiming or killing me. Or my friends. It saved my marriage.

It's still crazy to say.

"I don't think that'll work."

"Don't you guys want to be around family?" Charlotte asks, "Hey, it's been a while since we had a supernatural incident."

"I'll talk to David but we made a life here."

"You're pregnant now. I think you'll be able to get away with a lot of things now."

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David and I bid farewell to Charlotte and Porter.

Porter regards me with caution but I only chuckle and hug him. He asks if he can be the one to tell Mother and Peyton. I begrudgingly say yes and ready myself for the multitude of calls, texts and visits that are about besiege me.

The two leave and David pulls me into the kiss. He's happy. He's genuinely happy and it was Porter who helped me make him this way. The doorbell rings and I pull away from him.

I walk to the door with a smirk on my face, "Porter, what did you forget—" I open the door to see Lucas standing in the doorway, "Now."

"You going to let me in?" He asks.