Chapter 70: Renewal
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"Over there." Piper commanded, "Yeah, and those roses need to be just a little bit...yeah, like that. Perfect." She said as the movers placed the flowers and other objects for the wedding. She beamed with pride and peace. She knew that everything wouldn't always be like this. A war was brewing and nothing was certain.
"Oh, that's beautiful!" Phoebe gushed, watching her daughters try on their dresses for the wedding. She watched as Warren walked out behind them and nearly lost it. Her son looked so handsome, like his father. He was gorgeous, as were her daughters! She reveled in the moment. She knew moments like this didn't last long and she smiled.
"Energy ball!" Paige shouted, causing an energy ball to orb into her hand and threw it back at the demon, causing it to explode! Paige was determined to defeat every demon she could, to eliminate threats to Wyatt and Drake's wedding. It was her gift to them because the road ahead of them was going to be rough.
"You could be huge! I mean, Jason pitched the idea to me, but I wasn't into it." Phoebe gushed, "This could send you into a different league than I went."
"Who said I don't want to be like you and write books and have a family?" I asked.
"You have a family!" Phoebe chuckled, "Now it's time for you to have more."
"You really think I could do this? I mean, I'm not sure I can." I said, "It's demanding and grueling."
"If there's one person who could do it, it's you!" Phoebe said, "Besides, I think you're ready. You're in a good place right now and..." she stopped.
"We don't know how much time we have." I said.
"Wyatt, Chris, Paige and the rest of the family have been recruiting magical beings to help us in the upcoming fight. I even went and talked to the fairies...it's coming up quick." Phoebe said.
I nodded, "I want to do this. I mean, it's not a book or anything, but if I can help more people, then it's all good." I smiled.
Phoebe smiled, "Good. I'll get everything started." She smiled, "You're going to be huge."
I rested my hand on my stomach, "Yeah, I am." I smiled, "I got an appointment, so I'm going to go."
"Is everything alright?" Phoebe asked as I walked to the door.
"Yeah. Just some baby things." I smiled, leaving.
"You're pregnant? Again? Congratulations!" Ava gushed.
"Yeah, I'm positively happy about it." I said a bit sadly.
Ava looked at me oddly.
I chuckled, "Kidding." I lied, "You see, back in college...actually a little before that, I was put on medication and..."
"Medication?" Ava asked, "What for?"
I was silent, contemplating if I should say.
"I'm not trying to pry, but if I'm going to help, I need to know what kind you're taking." Ava said, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"Depression. I think I might be Manic Depressive, but most definitely depressed." I said, "Wow, it's been years, but that's still hard to say."
"Don't be embarrassed or anything." Ava said, "And what about these pills, have they stopped working?"
"No. Well, yes, but...I'm here because I'm afraid that these pills are going to endanger my baby." I explained.
"Oh, well, yeah, that's a distinct possibility." Ava said, "What are you taking?"
I handed her the pills with an awkward smile.
"You're very Bella Swan lately, you know." Ava smiled, "Some of these pills can be deadly to the baby."
"Does your husband know you've been...depressed?" Ava asked.
I shook my head, "No need to get him bent out of shape." I said quickly.
"You really should tell somebody." Ava said, "It's not safe or healthy for you to go through this alone."
"Ava, I'm really hormonal and a total bitchfest when I'm pregnant. I really don't want to argue with the person who could give me a shot that makes me sleep for the rest of my life."
Ava chuckled, "I'm just worried that you might be depressed after the baby comes." She explained.
"I wasn't depressed after Matthew." I said.
"You said you just lost your grandmother..." Ava asked.
My cell phone rang. I whipped it out and looked at the screen, it was Wyatt.
"You should take that." Ava smiled.
"I should, shouldn't I?" I asked. I answered it, "Hey, honey..."
"Hey, where are you?" Wyatt asked.
I was silent for a second, "I'm at the doctor's..."
Wyatt orbed in.
"...Office." I finished, hanging up, "What're you doing here?"
"Why are you here? Is something wrong with the baby?" Wyatt asked, panicked, "You can't just go to the doctor and not tell me!"
"Relax, the baby is fine...right?" I asked Ava, who nodded, "See, the baby is going to be fine."
"If it's not the baby, then..." Wyatt looked me over, "What's wrong?"
"I'll give you two a minute." Ava said, stepping out.
Wyatt walked over and picked up the pill bottle and after reading it he asked, "Are these yours? Are you, like, depressed?" he asked.
I turned away from him.
"Is that why you've been so moody lately, because you haven't been on your medication?" Wyatt asked.
I was silent.
"And you weren't exactly thrilled to be pregnant, either." Wyatt said, piecing together the chain of events, "Are you...are you okay?"
"What do you think?" I snapped, "Wyatt this isn't your problem to solve. It's not your business."
"You are my business. I am your freaking husband!" Wyatt said angrily, "We're going to work on this together."
"Right." I nodded.
"I can't believe you kept this from me! I can help you." Wyatt said.
"How! How can you possibly help me with this?!" I shouted.
"I could have been more understanding. I could have been less of a jerk about everything." Wyatt said.
"Wyatt, you haven't even been a jerk...at all. You couldn't have seen this coming." I said, "The only people who know about this are my family."
"They know?!" Wyatt asked.
"They are my family." I said.
"And you couldn't trust me with any of this?" He asked, "God, I'm supposed to be marrying you and you can't even tell me things like this! I thought you'd learned about lying to me."
"I'll...I'm going." He said, disappearing in orbs.
I stood there, watching him orb away. It was quite annoying.
When I came through the door, Wyatt was fixing the closet door. I loved it when he fixed things. It kind of made me hot. He fixed things a lot, but he liked using his hands to fix things when he was mad. He wouldn't even look at me, so I knew he was pretty mad. It bothered me a lot. Wyatt wasn't the mad type and it was really sucky of me to make him feel this way. I was convinced that the Halliwell hotline was alive and well and knew everything. Hell, the magical community probably knew but I wasn't exactly mad. I was kind of relieved.
"You're really sexy when you fix stuff." I said, laying my keys down on the end table.
Wyatt ignored me.
"Come on, Wyatt. I told you now. You know now." I pleaded.
Wyatt laughed. It wasn't a happy one, it was angry, "Only after I caught you! I only know because..." he raged.
"Okay. I messed up." I said, "I can't believe how many times I keep saying that...I messed up! Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Why did you lie?" Wyatt asked.
"Do you honestly think you can look at me the same? Like I'm not crazy? Like I'm not pathetic? Poor Drake, he can't even live without some stupid pills and..." I said tearfully, "...I just don't want to be the weak link."
"Weak link? Seriously?! And if you even think that I would look at you and think you're pathetic or crazy, you're...well, crazy." Wyatt said seriously, "I love you. Nothing's going to change that!"
I chuckled, "This is forever! I can't change this and I can't cure it." I said.
"So are we." Wyatt said, hugging me.
"I'm scared." I said, "This baby...what if it comes and I don't love it? What if I just can't do this?"
"As long as you meet me at the altar, we're going to do this together." Wyatt said, "You shouldn't have had to go through this alone."
I pushed Wyatt against the wall and began kissing him. He liked it. I could tell because he was smiling as we kissed. He loved it when I was a little dominant. We were kissing when he stopped and sighed.
"Your charge?" I asked.
"Yeah, she would call when I'm all horned up." Wyatt sighed, "When I get back..."
"Definitely." I smiled. As he kissed me, he orbed away, "That is so annoying!" I said, walking to the bedroom. I was so tired. I figured I'd get a quick nap in.
I walked into the attic to see Chris standing at the book. He looked up and smiled when he saw me heading in.
"Hey, what's up?" Chris asked.
"Nothing. Just came to see if I could help." I said, "Any luck?"
"Yeah, but it's like the magical community is split. Half of them want to help and half of them think the Collective is..."
"Going to kick our asses?" I said, disappearing in orbs, "Butts. Butts!"
"What was that?" Chris asked, walking over to me.
"Now, sometimes when I cuss, the baby orbs me." I said, "I guess he or she is going to be a pacifist too."
"Welcome to the Halliwell family, kid." Chris smiled. I watched his face as it turned from a smile to a shocked expression and he tackled me to the ground as an energy ball flew past us! As Chris was on top of me, I raised my hand and blew him up! Chris chuckled and stopped as our eyes met, "I should get up." He said, moving.
I grabbed him, "No. Don't." I said softly.
We leaned into each other, kissing. I felt really happy for some reason. We were making out on the floor and Chris waved his hand, closing and locking the door. I stripped him of his belt and unzipped his pants as took off my shirt. He was now kissing all over my body.
"That's not how you do it." Wyatt said, orbing in.
Chris and I both froze in fear.
Wyatt undid his belt and walked over, kissing me on the mouth and rubbing my crotch. Between Chris kissing my body and Wyatt kissing my mouth and rubbing all over me, I was in Heaven. Suddenly, as we were getting to the good part...
I sat up, looking around the condo, "Oh my God!" I said, shocked.
Chris was working in the kitchen with potions, making as many strong potions as he could. He was mixing together a potion when Bianca appeared in the kitchen with Matthew. He had to admit that she was looking really good. Motherhood was good for her.
"Hey." Bianca said.
"Hey." Chris said, "How are you guys doing today?"
"Good. A little fussy." Bianca said.
Piper's voice came from the other room.
"I should ask you guys the same thing." Bianca said, "I heard about Drake's grandmother. How is he?"
"Oh yeah, you haven't heard the latest have you?" Chris asked, "He's clinically depressed."
"What?" Bianca asked, "Is he...okay?"
"He's good." Chris said.
"How long has he been depressed?" Bianca asked.
"Since his college days." Chris said, "But he'll be alright for the wedding."
"You sure he's not going to bolt?" Bianca asked.
Chris shrugged, "I don't know." He said.
"All this stuff is happening to him." Bianca frowned, "I hope the wedding goes alright."
"You're not coming?" Chris asked.
"I don't know," Bianca said awkwardly, "I don't know if it would be..."
"No, you should come!" Chris said, "You should be my date."
There was a silence between them, neither were sure what to say.
"Chris..." Bianca warned.
"I'm not trying to force anything between us. I just think we need to give it another try." Chris said.
Bianca nodded, "Maybe you're right. Sure. I'll come." She said.
"Of course he's right." Warren said, walking in and grabbing a glass from the cupboard, "You two are meant for each other."
Bianca and Chris blushed.
"Weirdos." Warren said, "Meanwhile, Aunt Piper has us moving stuff and you're in here playing chemist and mackin to your...what do I call you?"
"Bianca." Bianca laughed, "I just came to drop off Matty. I have a really big job opportunity."
"Well, whatever you do, stay out of Piper's way." Warren said, "And why are Wyatt and Drake not helping? Drake's pregnant, which is still weird to say, but Wyatt's not and he's got that super strength."
"I can hear you." Wyatt said, orbing in, "I have charges."
"Me too." Chris said, "And a baby."
"Do you have a pregnant husband too?" Wyatt asked, "One with a series of mood swings that could sink a ship."
"Nope, don't have that." Warren smirked, "Well, I've got to get back to Piper before she blows me up." He said, leaving.
"What's up, Bianca?" Wyatt smiled.
"Nothing much." Bianca said, turning to Chris, "I've got work. See you guys." She said, kissing Matthew and leaving.
"So, you and Bianca back on?" Wyatt asked.
"I'm trying." Chris said, "Where's preggo eggo?"
"I don't know. I left him at home, he was going to sleep before I left for my charge." Wyatt said, "Who knows where he is now. I try not to crowd him, especially after the doctor's office."
"Yeah, that was really intrusive." Chris said.
"Shut up." Wyatt chuckled, "Are your charges...you know, a little weird these days?"
"Yeah, they are. Like calling for a hang nail?" Chris asked, "That was just wrong."
"What's going on?" Wyatt asked.
"The end of the world?" Chris shrugged, "Good thing your re-marriage is tomorrow."
"How do you feel about that?" Wyatt asked.
Chris looked at him oddly, "Huh?" he asked nervously.
"You're his best friend. I mean, he's happy, right?" Wyatt asked, "He hasn't said anything about...not being happy..."
Chris put his hand on Wyatt's shoulder, "Wyatt, he's happy." He smiled.
"What about you?" Wyatt asked.
"I'm getting there." Chris said, "What about you? You're the one getting married."
"I'm having a baby and getting re-married and I'm thinking about going back to the hospital." Wyatt said.
"Really?" Chris asked, "When'd you figure this out?"
"I don't know. I'm not saying I want to quit magic school, though." Wyatt explained.
"A baby, a marriage, working in two places, and charges, not to mention the demons that happen to attack." Chris said, "Are you sure you can do it all?"
"I wield Excalibur, I'm pretty sure I can handle domestication again." Wyatt said.
"Are you ever going to tell him about your college days?" Chris asked, "Because you were all loose."
"No," Wyatt chuckled, "And you're not telling him either. If I wanted my husband to know that I got around in college, I'd...I'd...well, I wouldn't. I mean, did Bianca know about you?"
"Point taken." Chris smiled.
"Chris!" Piper shouted.
"That's my cue." Wyatt said, orbing away.
Drake visits his grandmother's grave, feeling sick. I was sort of sick standing in front of my granny's grave, but mostly it was the growing life inside of me. It was making me sick, you know, in the sick way. Not in the "I didn't want the baby" or something. I tried to find any words to say, but I couldn't exactly find the right thing to say. She was my granny and now she was in her grave because of me. Part of me wasn't even sure I wanted to bring another human being into this world, especially with my family's track record. The evil and the death. It was just so...off-putting.
"You know, she's not going to bite." Wyatt said, causing me to turn to him, "Whatever you say, she's going to love it."
"Yeah, I figured." I said, turning back to her grave.
Wyatt walked over and took my hand, "I'm sorry we couldn't save her." He said.
"Wasn't your fault." I said, "You've got things to do."
"Nothing is more important than family." Wyatt frowned.
"What?" he asked.
"Your charges are." I said quickly.
"Why would you say that?" Wyatt asked.
"Because you keep leaving me to go to them." I said sadly.
"No, I don't." Wyatt frowned, "When do I do that?"
"All the time." I said.
"You never said anything before." Wyatt said angrily.
"Shouldn't have to." I snapped, "You are supposed to be there and notice things."
"I notice things!" Wyatt said.
"Like you noticed that I was depressed? Or that you noticed that I wasn't thrilled about being pregnant? What about that I've been throwing up all day every day or that I'm worried about my baby! Or I'm worried about me and us and why my baby keeps orbing me into crowds and I hiccup bubbles sometimes and my baby has already become a pacifist lately!" I snapped, "How about the fact that tomorrow we're getting married again and I might not be ready to be a family again!"
Wyatt looked confused, "You don't want to be a family with me?" he asked.
"Dinners alone! Raising my baby under demon fire! Having a husband that can never understand anything I do or say!" I raged, "I can't do this again. I can't just be someone you come home to anymore."
"You're the person I feel closet to in the world! I thought we were over this abandonment issues, I thought we moved on." Wyatt said angrily, "I thought you had forgiven me."
"I did...I do...I thought I had." I sobbed, "This is so annoying."
"I thought you wanted this." Wyatt said.
"I wanted you." I frowned, "I never asked for any of this."
"And I did? I have charges, this power comes with a lot of responsibility!" Wyatt argued, "You're going to leave me?"
"No," I said, confused, "I don't...no."
"Tomorrow, I'm going to be standing at the altar, waiting for you. If you decide you want to `choose' me over whatever else you're thinking about...Meet me there." He said angrily, then he orbed away.
I was standing there, trying to decide if that was the hormones or me.
Chris stood by Matthew's crib. He smiled down at his son, thinking about everything that was about to happen: The War, the Wedding, and everything else to come. He reflected on his feelings for Bianca...and for Drake. As he looked down at his son, he wondered if he was doing the right thing for Matthew. If he had, in fact, been a good father, despite all love triangles and everything. He touched the baby blanket and suddenly, he was standing outside the door to magic school. He was watching his father teaching to Matthew, who was much older now. The African American girl who sat behind him with pigtails and an argyle sweater looked oddly familiar to him. After the bell rang, Chris walked in, looking around curiously.
Leo looked at him, "Chris, you're just in time." He smiled.
"Daddy!" Matthew said, running over to him and hugging him.
"Uncle Chris!" The little girl said, hugging him also.
"They did really good today, I'm proud of them." Leo smiled.
"Yeah, I saw." Chris said in disbelief.
"Chris." The little girl and a voice said.
Chris shook his head and suddenly, he was in the attic. He looked up and saw that I was at the book and looked around in amazement.
"Where have you been? I thought you might be at the bachelor party." I said quickly, "Warren and Henry are probably waiting."
"Yeah, I probably should." Chris said, looking at his watch. He looked at me oddly, "Are you okay? And have you been crying?"
"I'm a little sick." I said.
"Are you...We need to get you to Ava." Chris said.
"It's just a little cramp." I said quickly, "I'm...Ow. Ow. Ow!" I said, falling to the floor.
"Drake!" Chris said, rushing to me.
"What happened?" Piper asked as Chris, Paige, Phoebe, Coop, Leo, Kyle, Melinda, Henry, Henry Jr., Warren, Peter, and Caleb all stirred in the waiting room. The rest of the family had stayed home, opting to wait for calls. It had been an hour or two since Chris had brought Drake in.
"He looked like he had been crying." Chris said, "And he looked really uncomfortable. He was just standing at the book and we were talking, and suddenly he was on the floor. He said it felt like a cramp."
"A cramp?" Paige asked.
"What, Paige?" Phoebe asked.
"Well, when I got pregnant, I researched a lot of different things and cramps could mean anything." Paige said.
"But..." Piper said.
"Well, remember when you were pregnant with Wyatt and you had to be taken to the hospital?" Paige asked.
"Yeah, but that was at the end of my pregnancy." Piper said.
Paige was silent.
"No! No, Paige." Piper said angrily, "This isn't the end of his pregnancy!"
"Piper..." Leo said.
"No, Leo! This can't happen to them. Especially not tonight, of all nights!" Piper raged, "All they wanted is a new start!"
Phoebe walked over and hugged her sister.
"I didn't mean to...Piper, I'm sure everything's going to be fine." Paige said, walking over and hugging her.
"You said he'd been crying." Peter asked.
Chris looked up at him, "Well, yeah, he was really upset." He explained.
"What was he looking for in the book?" Caleb asked.
"I don't know." Chris said, "I didn't look."
"Did anyone try healing him?" Coop asked.
"Yeah, me and Wyatt, but nothing worked." Kyle interjected.
Just then, doctor Ava and her new apprentice, Dr. Finn Bradley, stepped into the Hall. Finn was roughly the same age as Wyatt and had gone to school just behind Wyatt and was also a witch, so he wasn't totally caught off guard by the pregnant man, even though it was still a shock. He was the spitting image of Shane West. They both stepped into the hall and informed the family that they needed to talk.
Wyatt opened the door to the apartment as I walked in and entered behind me. He set the keys down on the table and started to say something.
I put one finger in the air, "I don't want to hear it." I sniffled. I walked over to the couch and put my head into my hands.
"Well, you're going to hear it." Wyatt said seriously.
I chuckled with annoyance, "Wyatt, my penis bled because our baby...I'm wearing bloody pants. I'm tired. I want to go to bed." I said, standing and walking to the door to the bedroom.
"We almost lost the baby." Wyatt said, causing me to stop, "Not only that, I almost lost you!"
"I'm just starting to love this baby." I said, not turning to him, "I love this baby."
"I love the baby too, but..."
"There's no buts!" I said turning to him, "This baby," I felt my stomach, "Is a miracle. I, a male, am pregnant. This is finally our baby."
"You heard what the doctors said!" Wyatt shouted. He sighed and put his hand over his eyebrow, kicking a chair, "We could lose both of you! This disease..."
"Placenta Praevia." I said, turning to him.
"...could take both of you away from me. I can't live like that, not without you!" Wyatt said moving to me and putting his hands on my shoulders, "Listen to me, this is us here. Wyatt and Drake and our story doesn't end like this!"
"There is a chance, Wyatt." I said, "A chance that I could die, it's not set in stone."
"We need to start thinking about an ab..."
I slapped him, "Don't you dare!" I frowned.
Wyatt looked shocked, then angry, "You know what, you do what you want, you always do! How about this: You wait for me at the altar. And I'll do what I want." He said.
"I don't want to get an abortion and you don't want to marry me?! Asshole." I frowned.
Wyatt chuckled angrily and headed to the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
Wyatt ignored me and stormed out the door, past Piper and the sisters.
"What was that all about?" Piper asked, looking from the door to me.
"Did you and Wyatt just have a fight?" Phoebe asked.
I sighed, "The wedding." I nodded, "You're here to help me get ready."
"We're here because you and our nephew almost died." Paige said, "How are you doing?"
"My husband wants me to give up my baby." I said, "How does it sound? I have to go and take a shower." I said, turning and walking listlessly into my bedroom and shutting the door.
Paige sighed and turned to her sisters, "Is it me, or is everything falling apart?" she asked.
"I'm worried." Piper said sadly.
"Awww, Piper. Don't be worried. They love each other." Phoebe said, "And the baby and Drake are going to be alright."
"I don't think so, Pheebs." Piper said walking further into the room, "It all feels like it's changing."
Wyatt came through the doors to the manor and grabbed the first bottle of wine he could find. Leo and Peter were talking in the dining room and turned to see him head up the stairs. Leo wanted to go to his son, but Peter insisted that he be the one to go and headed up after Wyatt. The rest of the guys were in the rooms getting ready and he found Wyatt in the attic, his head and the open bottle of wind between his legs. Peter felt sorry for the guy. He wanted to go and see his son, who he knew was in misery and was probably torturing himself. The sisters had insisted that they go and talk to him before the rest got to his house to help him get ready. Caleb wanted to go too, but Peter had told him to go and see about his girlfriend. Caleb said he had something really important to tell him. Both his boys were doing well, until last night.
Wyatt didn't look up but acknowledged his presence, "Wrong groom." He said slowly.
"I didn't think whitelighters drank." Peter said, moving closer.
"I'm only half." Wyatt said, "Just like my..." he stopped.
Peter sat on the sofa next to him, "Trouble in paradise?" he asked.
"Hasn't been paradise in a long time, Pete." Wyatt chuckled, taking a swig.
"Yeah, I haven't been as supportive as I should have been." Peter said, "When he was born, I had this crazy notion...You see, Pahras was going to go to an awesome college and get away from all the magic and he was going to meet this beautiful girl and they'd have babies and he'd find some semblance of happiness..."
"...And you're weirded out with me and him and the baby and..."
"And I never thought he would meet someone, let alone a whole family, that would make him so happy. I never thought we'd be this close and I never thought he'd be as powerful person as he is, magical or otherwise." Peter said, "He's had a lot of death and grief in his life. And the way he deals with all of it is by pushing everyone away. I'm glad he found someone who won't give up on that."
Wyatt looked up at him.
"I wasn't ready, at first, to have a gay son. I did freak out a little. But I got used to it. And I'm proud of him." Peter said, "It took his mother to...Well, she was so fine with it. It made me realize that he was he was and..."
"I'm sorry, but I'm familiar with his history." Wyatt said, "He's a great, strong guy."
Peter chuckled, "He gets it from his mother." He said, "The whole `He's marrying into an white, magically powerful family' was shocking to everybody."
"That's mildly racist." Wyatt chuckled nervously.
"I know. I know, but...This family, ours, is dark." Peter said, "He has the capacity to be a very dark person."
"Don't we all?" Wyatt asked.
"Your family brings the light out in him." Peter said, "And I'm proud of him and you."
"Me? What have I done lately to be proud of?" Wyatt asked.
"Loving my son, no matter what." Peter said, "Dark times are coming. Dark decisions and a war. You have to protect him."
"How can I protect him from himself?" Wyatt asked, "This baby could kill him, Pete."
"Let me guess, you want him to get an abortion." Peter said, "I don't think he would do that."
"Not even to save his freakin life? I mean, I get it. I don't want to kill my baby. That's the last thing in the world I want to do...I mean, the last! But how am I supposed to live without him? And not be mad at the baby?"
"You know, Caly and I had problems with one of her pregnancies." Peter said darkly, "But I didn't think it would be a problem cause we didn't have any girls."
Wyatt sighed, "So, I'm just supposed to just wait and see if my husband, and maybe even my baby dies?" He asked.
Peter patted him on the back, "He's stronger than either one of us gives him credit for. He has a heart like his mother." He smiled, standing and walking to the door.
"Peter, his mom died. I don't want him to die." Wyatt said sadly.
Peter smiled, "You're getting married in an hour or two. I'll make sure you have time alone to think." He said quickly leaving.
Wyatt sighed and stood, sitting the wine bottle on the table. Wyatt turned toward the door, wanting to go back to his apartment and talk to his husband, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. He was thinking about whether this was a good time for a wedding and if this was all the right thing to do. He didn't know what to do.
I stood in my room, holding my stomach. I imagined a few months from now, how I'd look. If I'd be...here. If I'd make it to birth. The doctor said I should keep stress to a minimum and bed rest wouldn't be out of the question. I had things to do though, starting with getting married. I was nervous. Wyatt had been so mad when he walked out. He hinted that maybe he wouldn't be at our wedding. I felt like there was something dark in me. Not the baby. The baby was the only light thing I felt inside of me at the moment. It was the only best thing about me at the moment. These mood swings and thoughts and...this couldn't be from the baby. I've never felt so alone and angry. In the mirror, I saw orbs materialize into Kyle. I sighed and turned to him.
"I just came to see if you're alright." Kyle said quickly.
"I'm a mess." I said, turning to the mirror, "In a tuxedo. I'm a mess in a tuxedo."
"You look great." Kyle said, "I mean, you know, in a...ummm...I don't think I'm saying this right..."
"Cute. But I cannot take anybody else mooning over me." I frowned.
"Cocky?" Kyle asked, "And I'm not mooning over you."
"Then what do you call it?" I asked.
"I'm trying to cheer you up." Kyle said.
"Yeah, that would hurt me less." I sighed.
"Look, you know you're hot." Kyle said nervously, "But you can't go through this alone, Pahras."
I stopped, "Haven't heard that name in so long." I said.
"I know what you're feeling." Kyle said.
I looked at him angrily.
"Telepathic connection." Kyle said, pointing to his head, "You're scared."
"I'm losing a baby." I simply.
"Not just of that." Kyle said, "You're afraid of yourself and your powers."
"I'm afraid of what's beyond this." I said.
"This?" Kyle asked.
"This fašade. I'm not good and I can feel it." I said quickly, "Everybody keeps saying that I'm good and I keep fighting for good, but I'm not."
Kyle looked at me, concerned, "Have you ever shared this with Wyatt or Chris...or the sisters? Have you told anyone?" he asked.
I nodded, "I just told you." I said quickly.
"I don't live with you every day." Kyle said, "I can't always be around to protect you and your secrets."
"I know." I said, "But it can all wait, I'm getting married. Again. And I'm going to have my baby. And then I'm going to have a tv show and..."
"You might not have that time left." Kyle said, "I'd better go and find a seat. Need an orb?"
"Nah. I'll get one from the sisters." I smiled.
As the Sisters and I made it there, everyone was taking their seats. I quickly made my way to the altar as some people looked a little shocked that I was the one standing up there. It was the agreement Wyatt and I made. I smiled brightly as I saw old friends like Tristan and Billie and some of the innocents we had saved. Family members and Halliwells and...there were a lot of people there, even inspector Morris. Piper and the sisters took their seats by their husbands and children. Chris and Warren were on Wyatt's side and Melinda and Caleb were my best me...maids of hon...my people. They were waiting in the hallway for the ceremony to start. Everyone looked excited, those who weren't crying. I noticed Bianca and Chris giving each other the look. It was all very sweet. The music started to play and the flower girls came down the aisle, followed by the groomsmen and women. Everything was great. There was a long period of music playing before everyone started whispering. I looked around to Melinda and then to Chris, who both shrugged. Leo got up from his seat and headed out. Dad looked worried and then looked to the Sisters. Leo came back, holding something in his hand. He looked unprepared for what he'd found. He walked down the aisle but before he even got to me, I knew what it was. He handed me the note from Wyatt, explaining that he wasn't coming. I ripped the note up and tossed it to the floor before grabbing my stomach and sitting on the floor.
"Wyatt wouldn't do this." Piper said, trying to rationalize the events, "He's got to be in trouble."
"You heard Drake, they've been fighting for days." Caleb said, sitting on the living chair.
"So did Henry and I, but..." Paige stopped, "Piper's right, something's wrong."
"I couldn't even find him on the map. Or the globe." Melinda said, the crystal still in her hand.
"He's missing." Leo said.
"Or doesn't want to be found." Caleb interjected, "My brother is pregnant and threatening to miscarry, among other things. This isn't good for him. He was standing in front of everyone, humiliated."
Piper looked to her Sisters, "One of us should go in." she said.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Peter said quietly.
"You think he needs to be in there alone?" Phoebe asked.
"I just don't think he needs to be in there with any of you." Peter said decisively.
"You can't blame us or Wyatt for this, even if it was a little cold feet." Paige said, outraged.
"Even if I didn't, he would." Peter said, "He's probably mad at the world."
"A little cold feet? Paige, he got left at the altar." Caleb said.
"Dude, you're not helping." Chris said.
"What? I'm supposed to ignore facts?" Caleb asked.
"You're supposed to try and help the situation. To help your brother." Chris said angrily, "My brother loves your brother."
"Didn't you too?" Caleb asked.
The room was silent for a minute.
"That was a long time ago." Chris said.
"No, recently." Caleb said, "I overheard you two. You're still in love with him."
Everyone looked to Chris.
"That is not important." Sandra said, causing everyone to look back at her and the Elders that had appeared in the room, "It's starting."
"What?" Piper asked.
"The battle is starting. The collective is preparing to attack the leprechauns." Another Elder, Kevin, said.
"Oh no." Paige said.
"We have gathered all the magical creatures that you have enlisted and will be heading there immediately." Sandra announced.
"Now's not a good time." Piper said, "We can't find my son."
"Yes, we saw the wedding." Another Elder said, "How very tragic."
"Tragic? That's all you got? My brother's heart just got stomped on." Caleb said, "Where were you? I mean, he finds out that he could die giving birth or his baby could die and then he's left at the altar. Where's your help?"
"We cannot interfere." Sandra said, "The only reason we interfere in this fight is because some of our brethren have helped bring it into fruition."
"Do you know where Wyatt is?" Paige asked.
"No." Sandra said, "He would be a great help to us in these times."
"We'll be here, with our family." Phoebe said.
"No, you won't." I said, walking out of the bedroom.
Phoebe walked over to me, "Honey, you're supposed to be resting." She said, looking me over.
"Yeah, we're not going to let you fight." Paige said quickly.
"I'm not. You are." I said, "And Chris is going to lead you."
"But Wyatt..." Chris started.
"Isn't here." I said, causing Leo and Piper to look between one another, "I don't know where he is, but I'm going to find him."
"How are you going to do that?" Melinda asked.
I touched my stomach, "Wyatt could find Leo when he was a fetus, so I'm going to use that." I said quickly.
"That could be dangerous." Leo said, "You're not...the pregnancy..."
"Go. I'm going to find my husband and kick his ass." I said, "Wyatt would never do this to me, but if he did, he better have a good excuse."
"Fine. But I'm staying." Peter said.
"No, the Halliwells need you and Caleb." I said, "I'll be alright."
"Are you sure?" Peter asked.
"Dad, I'm going to find my husband." I said, turning to the room, "There's a war going on, dad."
Dad materialized in front of me and hugged me, "I love you and I'm so proud of you." He smiled.
I hugged him back, "Ditto, big guy." I said, letting go and walking into the room.
"You heard him. To the Leprechauns we go." Paige said uncertainly.
In my room, I walked over to the mirror and put my hand to my stomach again. In my head, I was begging the baby to find Wyatt. I took a deep breath and exhaled as I disappeared in orbs and looked around as I appeared in the Underworld. I looked around to see Wyatt laying on the ground! He was helpless and I wondered had I ever seen him like that. I ran to him and kneeled to the ground, checking out his numerous scars and scratches.
"The Collective." He said breathlessly.
I went to put my hand on him and light shot out! I recoiled my hand, but quickly put it back over him, healing him.
When he was healed he sat up quickly and looked at me, hugging me, "The wedding!" he said.
"It's not important." I said.
"You must have been so...I'm so sorry." Wyatt said, "Someone hit me over the head with a wine bottle!"
"I doesn't matter now." I said, "Oh God, I thought you had decided not to..." I stopped.
"Never! I just said that because I was mad, I'll always love you and I would have married you over and over if I could!" Wyatt said.
"What brought you here?" I asked
"Demons." A voice said behind me.
I turned to see Nomed with a group of demons, "You!" I said venomously.
"You know him?" Wyatt asked.
"He's about to be a scorch mark." I said, raising my hand, but Nomed shimmered out, leaving the rest of the group, "Are you strong enough to fight them?"
"Barely." Wyatt panted.
"What are we going to do?" I asked, looking to the group of demons.
In the Land of the Leprechauns, Chris led the Halliwells, other witches, warlocks, Leprechauns, Elders, whitelighters, fairies, elves, ghosts, Valkyries, Cupids, elementals, demons, Furies, genies, goblins, gnomes, dwarves, gypsies, harpies, nymphs, ogres, and a host of other magical beings against the Collective, which consisted of the same. Chris could see the other side not too far in the distance and was very worried about Drake and Wyatt, but he pushed on. He also feared for his family and the rest of his army. An Avatar, Alpha, was leading the other side. Chris turned to his side and nodded. He saw his mother and father's face and the face of the rest of his family and Bianca and smiled, turning to the other side. He screamed, "Go!" and ran towards the other side, the rest of the army following...