Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 12:12:32 -0700
From: George Wade <blade77706555@gmail.com>
Subject: the next charmed line chp 30

All rights to the Halliwells and Charmed go to The WB and Aaron Spelling
and Brad Kern. This is a spin-off of the original tv show and i have no
control of what actually happens in there lives. If it is illegal for you
to be reading this story obviously stop reading it. This is a story
involving sex between more than one male.

This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives.

			      "Wedding Crash"

Christoper Halliwell was sitting and looking at himself in the mirror
making sure that he looked perfect. It wasn't going to be long before he
was going to be married to the love of his life, and the father of his two
girls. He was very nervous about this more than he was about mine and
Wyatt's wedding when he was the best man. He now knows how it feels to have
been in my shoes.

The brunette looked over at the clock to see that it had only moved a
minute, and the young Halliwell just wanted to throw it across the room. He
hadn't seen his soon to be husband since last night and he's dying to see
him right now, but he knows he can't see his husband because its bad luck
for them to see each other before the wedding.

Chris still couldn't believe it though just thinking about Peter and all of
the stuff that they've gone through. There had been so many demons that had
interrupted their wedding so many times that they never thought they would
get married, but now here they are. Peter was in one room, while Chris was
in another getting himself prepared for the whole thing.

With all the demon hunting and raising their two twin daughters, Chris and
Peter would always wonder if there would ever be a time when they didn't
have a problem with demons or their girls. The girls coming in wasn't
something that was expected, but they were able to work it out without
changing the future too much somehow. At least that's what Prue said before
they left.

Speaking of his daughters he all of a sudden felt one of them pulling on
his leg. Chris looked down to see it was they younger twin, Pyra. Though
they both looked exactly alike, Chris has been able to tell them apart from
being around them so much. Plus the twins both had a favorite parent that
was different from the others. Pyra was always around Chris. For some
reason she liked to be around him more than she liked to be around her
father Peter. Pandora or Panda as the whole family would call her, was the
exact opposite. She seemed to like Peter a lot more than she liked
Chris. Chris smiled thinking that she was doing the same thing to Peter as
Pyra was doing to him.

"Hey sweetie," Chris greeted his daughter as he pulled her up to his
lap. "Whats going on?"

"Can I start throwing flowers now," the little six year old pleaded with
her mother.

Chris smiled at his daughter. He should have known she was going to be so
anxious to do this ever since he made her a flower girl. Her sister was
probably asking her father the same thing.

Chris had it all planned out. Patience, Prudence, Patrica, Pyra, and
Pandora were all going to be flower girls, while Ryan was suppose to be the
ring bearer, while Robert and Rolland where suppose to be ushers. I was his
best man, like he was in mine, but he wanted a bigger wedding involving the
family even more, so he made Primrose, Melinda, Peyton, Pagan, and Phoenix
all his grooms maids. Wyatt was Peter's best man while Henry Jr. was his
groomsman. He was going to put little Richard in it, but I persuaded him
not to because Richard is barely a year old and he's a little jumpy at
times.

"Sorry sweetie, but not now," Chris kissed her on the forehead. "You will
be later okay," he promised her. "Right now I want you to go find your Aunt
Paige and get dressed, because we want our flower girl to look the
prettiest out there," Chris tickled her and made her laugh hard. After five
minutes of tickling her, Chris knew that he was probably wasting time, and
he knew that Paige was going to need ever second with her that she could
get. "Now go on before I tickle you again," he warned, and the little girl
ran as fast as she could to the door and out.

Chris can never remember when he's had so much fun. Today was a really
great day for him and right now there's nothing that could ruin it. Not
even a demon shimmering in his room. Thank goodness though there haven't
been many of those lately.

Even though he might be happy, the brunette was still very nervous. He
still couldn't believe it was finally here. He hoped that if he was
dreaming right now that he wouldn't wake up. It might not be a dream, but
Chris still feels that it is.

What made him even more scared was thinking about his future. This was only
one step away from his next three kids, who there is no telling, how much
trouble they're going to be. Chris is prepared for it though. After having
to take care of two twin girls, not to mention his three nieces and four
nephews who were much worse when they wanted to be. Chris felt if he could
handle all of them then three more boys wouldn't be a problem.

The more and more time that went by the more nervous the young Halliwell
started to get. Right now his hands were sweating and he was so nervous
that he couldn't put his tie on right. He kept trying and trying, but it
wasn't working. All he could think of was probably last minute wedding
getters, which is what it probably is since he saw me getting them on my
wedding day, but I was able to overcome them so why couldn't he.

Maybe it was because he was too worried about what was going to go wrong
today. Was a demon going to show up and destroy his wedding? Is Peter going
to be able to say I do? Are the kids not going to make a fool of themselves
and him? All of these questions started running through Chris' mind making
him sweat from his forehead. Why such negative thoughts on the day of his
wedding?

The brunette then started pacing the room up and down thinking about it all
and hoping to every God that existed that it wouldn't happen. Not after him
and Peter have come this far. They've been waiting so long for this and now
its so easy for a demon or a warlock or anything supernatural to just come
in and do something and make him call of the whole wedding.

Chris started thinking about everything that his Aunt Phoebe had told him
that went wrong with her wedding with Cole and then he started to think
about all that went wrong with his mother's wedding. It seemed like there
had been a tradition for something to go wrong at every Halliwell wedding,
and Chris was now scared of what was going to happen in his. He didn't want
to see one of his brother's ride off on a motorcycle like his mother's nor
did he want a demon to shimmer in and force him to marry Peter in a
mausoleum like Phoebe.

Soon I walked in with Richard in my arms to see my brother pacing the
room. I could tell that he was very nervous about this. He was more nervous
than I was on my wedding day which is a big surprise to me because Chris
isn't the type of person to get nervous real easily. I would expect that
from Peter maybe, but not Chris.

I stood there and watched the brunette mutter to himself a little before I
finally stepped in. "Someone's a little nervous there," I spoke finally
letting him know that I was in the room.

Chris stopped where he was scared, because he was unaware that another
presence had entered the room. When he saw that the person was me, he was
calm, and he went back to his chair and sat down looking himself over again
in his white suit, before he tried to tie his again.

I saw that Chris was having some major trouble trying to tie his tie, which
was an even more surprise. This wedding must be really getting to him. Part
of me started to question whether he actually wanted to marry Peter, but I
quickly thought about how much they loved each other and knew that Chris
would want to marry Peter more than anything right now, so their had to be
something else going on.

"Chris, why you so nervous," I asked. "I mean everyone is here, Grandpa
Victor, my mom Prue, grandma Patty, all our friends from high school, even
Grams is here to perform he ceremony," I informed him.

Chris just nodded. "I know," he said. "I guess I'm just nervous, that's
all," he replied.

"Last minute wedding getters," I asked. That's usually what it is. I
remember having it on my wedding day, but thank goodness I had Daughtry and
Chris there to help me through it.

"Nope," Chris shook his head.

"Then what is it," I questioned. This was something new. If he wasn't
thinking about not marrying Peter or having the last minute wedding
getters, I don't know what is up. I could always go into his head to find
out what was going on, but for the past year, I've been letting people have
their privacy, even though they won't let me have mine.

Chris sighed deeply. "Its just...Peter and I have waited so long to get
married, and now its finally here, but I just don't know if this is really
it," Chris pointed out. He really hated to say all of this, but it was the
truth.

"What do you mean you don't know if this is really it," I asked.

"Well bro, I mean that there have been so many things that have postponed
our wedding that I never thought that Peter and I would make it down the
isle, with all the demons and warlocks attacking and then having to make
sure our kids don't go haywire on us," Chris explained. "I guess what I'm
trying to say is, I'm finding it pretty hard to believe that today is going
to be any different," Chris pointed out. "I mean, I'm scared that some
demon or something is going to come and destroy my wedding and then I'm
going to have to call it off, like I've had to for the past few years."

I felt bad for Chris. Of course I had to go through the same thing, even
though Wyatt and I never postponed the wedding though. I had to deal with
thinking about whether or not John was actually going to come through and
crash it. There were possibilities of demons, but I was more worried about
John, because he was the one I expected to come and destroy my wedding more
because he still wanted to be with me and didn't want me to marry Wyatt. I
really don't know who had it worse though. Me or Chris. Part of me said
that it was Chris, since his wedding was postponed so many years, but then
the other part of me thought that I might have had it worse, because I had
the crazy ex after me. That really didn't matter though. What mattered was
that I had to be here for Chris, just like he was for me when I was having
so many bad thoughts about my wedding.

I set Richard down in a chair and walked over to Chris and looked him
over. "Don't worry about it Chris," I told him as I fixed his tie for
him. "You're going to walk down that isle and you're going to walk out of
here a married man, you here me," I said firmly fixing his collar. "If any
demon or warlock gets in the way, I promise you that I will fry him all the
way back to kingdom come."

Chris laughed hearing what I had just said, and the reason it was so funny
is because he knew that I would do it too. "Thanks bro," he smiled. "I
don't know what I'd do without you," he said.

"Hey what are brothers for," I told him going back and picking my son up
again. I didn't want to let the boy down by himself for too long or else he
would start to cry for some reason. "I mean this is the least I could do
for all those times that you've helped me out," I reminded him.

"Yeah...so," he started. "How have you been holding up," he asked
worriedly. "I mean you know with everything that's gone on in the past
year?" Chris knew even though he was around me just about all the time that
I still did have some held in emotions that I refuse to let out sometimes,
and there were some days when I thought I was alone I would just break
down.

"I'm fine," I told him honestly. "I know its been a year since he's been
gone, but I still miss him," I told my younger brother. "Even though I'm
not aloud to see him yet, I know that he's still around. He's like the
wind. You might not be able to see it, but you know that its there." I then
looked at my son who was now squirming around and beginning to throw a
fit. "Plus I've got little Richard Leo Daughtry, right here who reminds me
of him," I said causing the brunette to laugh at me even more. I began to
rock him up and down and found that he was hungry, so I went into his bag
and pulled out a bottle that was already heated and gave it to him. I then
saw Chris giving me the weird eye like I had done something
wrong. "Something wrong Chris," I asked.

Chris shook his head before he looked right back into the mirror and began
combing his hair. "Nothing at all except your son is still on the bottle,"
he said. "Have you ever thought about putting him on the sippy cup, because
you know he's already past the age of one," Chris stated.

"Don't worry," I said. "He'll be on it soon enough, and that's one thing I
can promise you."

"You know," Chris started to think. "I'm actually surprised that he's not
still on the chest," he joked knowing how much it irritated me that I
actually breast fed the kids.

"Ha ha ha," I mocked him. "That was so funny I forgot to laugh," I said
back. "You know this guy wasn't going to be breast fed for too long," I
pointed out. "And you're one to talk, because you did it with your twins
until they were almost two years old," I reminded him.

"Yeah, but I mean I can't help it, seeing as how I haven't seen my future
kids and you have," Chris shook his head. "Every time you're feeding them
whether it be with a bottle or it be with your chest, I just get a future
image of them," Chris laughed.

Just thinking about that made me sick to the stomach. I love my kids and
all, but when I put in my mind their adult forms, it justs makes my stomach
churn thinking about all the things I have to do for them, which include
feeding them, giving them a bath and changing their diapers. If I had to do
that to them as grown ups I would die.

"Thank you for that little image," I said sarcastically. After hearing that
I could no longer hold Richard. I set him down on the ground to walk for
himself now. I didn't want to picture myself holding him as a grown up and
giving him a bottle. That was be just too odd.

As soon as the little boy was on the ground he dropped his bottle out of
his mouth and began to cry hard. He hated being on the ground and walking
on his own. If it was up to him, he would never have learned to walk, just
because he likes to be carried everywhere.

I shook my head and sighed angrily seeing the boy grab my leg and beg to be
pulled back up. I couldn't believe this. He was really working my head. The
laziest out of all his siblings. I just hope that little Penny isn't like
this when she's born because then that'll be double trouble.

"The joys of being a parent," I said as I picked him back up and began to
comfort him. "I swear, how could he be a daddy's boy if he's always
attached to me at the hip," I said frustrated. I really didn't want to
carry him everywhere. I knew that would start to make him lazy and I didn't
want any lazy kids in the family. I swear, Richard is one of of a kind. The
other kids hated to be picked up after the age of 9 months.

Chris just kept laughing. He just couldn't help it, thinking about how much
patience I would lose just about everyday over the kids because of how
crazy they were driving me. "Well you know you could always send him to
Wyatt," Chris suggested.

"You know I can't go see Wyatt right now," I pointed out. "He's probably in
a room with Peter," I pointed out.

"So," Chris shrugged. "Its only bad luck if I see them," he stated. "You on
the other hand is already married, and you have been for almost ten years,
so I doubt you really have anything to worry about," he said.

"Like I said," I started repeating. "Wyatt is with Peter, and they're
probably getting dressed, and I don't want to see my soon to be brother in
law in the nude and neither would I want little Richard here to see that
either," I told him.

"Good point," Chris said.

"Thank you," I said seeing that Chris had finally agreed with me. Ever
since I've gotten in this room he's been disagreeing with me, and for once
I'm glad that he agreed with me.

Chris however was having a mind of his own, just thinking about what I said
about Peter being in the nude. Anytime anyone mentions anything about Peter
being in the nude, Chris gets turned on. Peter's hot muscular body was
enough to turn Chris all the way up. Chris just can't help but think about
all the things he and Peter are going to do on their honeymoon, and lucky
for him, they're gonna be alone, since Wyatt and I agreed to watch the
kids, because they've watched our kids so many times.

"Umm...Chris," I said. I don't think he notices it, but he better, before
he has to go out there in front of everyone. I don't think my brother would
be too happy to see this, but I have to admit, it would be pretty funny to
watch him walk down the isle with it. He'd probably never forgive me for
not telling him, but it would all probably be worth it.

"Yeah, what's up bro," he asked. I just stared hoping he would catch my
drift, but at first he didn't get that I wasn't staring at him in
general. "What?" he asked still confused as to the reason why I was looking
at him that way. I then stared even harder at the spot. Chris looked down
to where I was staring to see that he had a huge bulge in his pants. He was
so embarrassed, but he shouldn't be. I'm pretty sure he's seen me and Wyatt
have the same thing. "Crap," he cursed.

"Its okay," I laughed. "I just didn't want you to remember your first
wedding with that in your pants," I told him.

"Thanks a lot," he said very thankfully. "I owe you big time."

"Oh really," my eyes shot up.

"No," he chuckled. "I just said that because it felt like the right thing
to say at the time," he said as he began to look himself over for like the
millionth time. He wanted all of this to be perfect. It was his first time
getting married, and hopefully his last.

"Do I want to know what you were thinking about," I asked. I could probably
guess it had something to do with Peter. Seeing as I was talking about him
being naked would probably be enough to send the brunette into fantasy
land.

"No," he said spraying a little cologne on him. He then looked down and saw
a little spot on his tux. "Dammit," he cursed.

"Um..Chris hello, your one year old nephew is in the room," I pointed
out. I already had Patience repeating a few words she heard her step father
say, and that wasn't good at all, so I thought I'd keep the kids away from
cursing all together. That meant no PG 13 anything. I didn't want to have
to go to school to pick them up for saying swear words.

"Oh sorry," Chris apologized. He quickly grabbed a wet cloth and began
rubbing it hard on his suit trying so hard to get the spot off. He was
shaking and sweating even more thinking about how bad this was going to
look at his wedding. It would make him look like he didn't know how to keep
himself clean for a few hours and Peter would be marrying a slob.

I shook my head and walked over to Chris and took the towel away. "Chris,
relax alright," I told him. "Everything is going to be fine," I
assured. "You're gonna walk down the isle say I do and then you and Peter
are going to go on your honeymoon while Wyatt and I take care of Pyra and
Pandora, and then y'all are going to come back all happy and excited and
maybe pregnant," I joked seeing as how many couples end up expecting after
their honeymoon. Only reason why Wyatt and I didn't was because I was
already about to have a baby. Otherwise there would probably be a power of
seven instead of just six.

"How can I relax when I've got this big stain on my tux," Chris pointed
out. "Its so noticeable," he said.

"Chris, no one can even see it, unless you make a big deal about it," I
stated to the panicking brunette.

"Well you noticed it," He said.

"Yeah, that's because you're making it out to be the biggest thing in the
world," I reminded him. Chris just ignored my comment and started to lick
his finger and try to rub it out, since I had taken the towel away. "Is it
really bothering you that much?"

"Yes," he shouted.

I shook my head angrily. Chris was really hard to please. Guess this is
what happens when its your first time getting married even though I can't
remember being like that. When I got married, all I remember was being a
little scared because I had to let so much go, but other than that, I
really wasn't paying attention if I had one little stain on my tux, but
again, I'm not Chris, and this guy is paranoid, but I think I know just
what might help.

I squinted my eyes at the spot, and made the stain move from Chris's tux
over to the wet cloth that he was trying to use to clean it up. "There, is
that much better for ya," I asked.

"Yes, thank you so much," he said so excited that he ran up and hugged me,
forgetting that I had the one year old in my arms.

"Chris!" I yelled. "I've got this baby in my hands, and if he wakes up,
you're dead," I threatened. The baby had gone asleep when Chris had a hard
on, and that's why I wasn't really making it more of a big deal because my
son didn't see it or else I would be yelling at my brother right now. Thank
goodness that the baby is sleep though, and hopefully he will be that way
until after the wedding because I don't want him waking up half way through
it and then throwing a fit because I'm not holding him.

"Oh sorry," Chris said pulling away. "I am very thankful bro, but aren't
you worried about the whole personal gain thing," Chris asked. His mom had
lectured him on it so many times that he's practically memorized the whole
lecture and hears it in his head when he sees anything that could be under
the personal gain category.

I shrugged my shoulders saying, "it wasn't like I was doing it for
myself. I was actually trying to help you out, so I don't think it would
count as personal gain, and if it does, consider it your wedding present."

Chris smiled and shook his head. "I know I've said this many times before,
and I'm saying it again. What would I do without you bro," he asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I know you'd probably still have that little stain
on your tux and you'd be freaking out more than ever," I laughed at my
brother who just rolled his eyes. "Chris remember when your kids flushed
yours and Peter's ring down the toilet," I continued laughing hard.

"Don't remind me," Chris was quick to say. "Peter was so mad at me because
I let them see the ring, and he said never to give the girls anything
valuable," the brunette said. "I swear there are some days that I think he
is still mad at me for that even though he never brings it up."

"So what makes you think that he's still mad about it," I asked.

"Because anytime I talk about something that the girls had flushed down the
toilet he just keeps telling me that I just don't learn," Chris said. "But
at least I'm not the one who always has to go dig everything out of the
toilet that they flush," Chris pointed out.

Over they years, the girls had flushed many things down the
toilet. Including their rings, Peter's favorite watch, Prue's necklace that
had her name on it, Piper's wedding ring which she never knew about, and
many more expensive items and each time, Peter has been the one who has to
do the plumbing and pull it out while Chris mostly gets to sit back and
watch, but he would still get the lecture from Peter which was almost worse
than having to plum it out himself.

"Well its only going to get worse since you guys are going to be married,
and you'll have three boys on the way," I told him.

"Yeah, I just can't wait till its all done and over with," Chris said. Next
thing we heard was a knock on the door. "Come in," Chris said not even
looking at the door, still focused on himself in the mirror. I swear one
would think that he would stop being so nervous after awhile.

The door opened and in popped Paige. "Hey you guys, almost done yet," she
asked. "I mean the wedding is about to start soon," she said. Paige was
really excited about this. She had been planning this wedding with her
sisters for so long and now that its finally here, she just can't wait till
the ceremony starts.

"I thought we had two hours," Chris asked.

Paige looked down at her watch. "Not according to my watch," she said. "My
watch says that you only have ten minutes," she pointed out.

"What?!" Chris shouted and started panting really hard. He looked like he
was about to faint. He looked down at his watch and saw that his Aunt was
right. They did only have about ten minutes. He guesses all this time that
he spent in here talking with me must have really made the time fly by. He
couldn't believe it. "Oh my gosh, I'm not ready," he panicked. "There is no
way that I will ever be ready in ten minutes," he continued. "Oh no,
where's my stuff. I need something old, something new, something burrowed
and something blue," he continued.

"Bro, chill," I said placing my hands on his shoulders. "Now here is
something old," I said pulling off my mother's locket that Wyatt had given
me for Christmas. "Just make sure you give me that back, because besides
the leather jacket that's all I have left of my mother," I told him.

"Chris, I can't take this," the brunette said looking down at it.

"Why not," I asked.

"This is something that means a lot to you," he stated.

"So do you," I replied back. "Chris, you're my brother, and its my duty to
look out for you and help you with anything you need, and that thing is
pretty old, so I want you to use it for your wedding okay," I told
him. "Now all we need is something new, borrowed, and blue," I said.

"Well guys, I hope you can hurry it up because the wedding starts in five
minutes," Paige said about to leave the room, but I was quick to stop
her. Why not ask her to do this while she's here.

"Hey Aunt Paige, could you take Richard, and put him in a chair, so I can
go and get where I'm suppose to be," I asked politely picking up my son who
was still sleeping.

"Sure," she said taking him from me. "Just hurry alright," she said leaving
the room.

I knew I had to be out there soon, or else I'd be in trouble, since I was
one of the first people walking out. I didn't want to be late to my own
brother's wedding. That would look very irresponsible of me, but I couldn't
leave Chris back here panicking so I had to help him find his stuff before
I went and got into my place for the wedding.

I looked around the room and saw that I had a blue wrist band lying
around. It was in support for cancer patients. I thought that those were
suppose to be pink, but it turned out they could be any color. I quickly
picked it up and handed it to my soon to be married brother.

"Okay that takes care of something blue, and you borrowed that tux, so that
leaves us with something new," I pointed out. I stood there thinking for a
minute, but I had to remember to think fast. "I've got it," I said. I went
into the babies bag and pulled out a CD to my favorite band,
Switchfoot. "Okay, this is a new CD, but be sure to give it back to me
after the wedding alright," I told him.

Chris looked down and checked everything. His Aunt Prue's locket that I
gave to him was something old, the CD that I bought and gave to him was
something new, the tux was borrowed, and the wrist band on his wrist was
something blue, so that meant he had everything he needed.

"Thanks so much," Chris said hugging me once again. "I mean I can't say
thank you enough," he told me. "I'm very happy and lucky to have a brother
like you, who helps me out all the time."

"What are brothers for," I smiled. "Its the least I could do with you
always watching my seven kids when I was going through a rough time," I
said back happily. "I just can't believe that my little brother is all
grown up and getting married and has a family," I teased.

"Shut up," he laughed pushing me a little.

We stood there in silence for a few moments, before I knew the time was
really getting close and they're all probably waiting for me. "Well, I
guess I better get going," I suggested. "Oh and next time I see you, Chris,
you'll be a married man," I smiled.

"Sure will," he said hugging me one last time real tight. The hug felt like
it had lasted forever, and that wasn't a good thing.

I pulled away quickly. "I better go, before the wedding starts without me,
and I find myself walking down the isle by myself," I chuckled. I patted
him on the back before I made my way out the door, and slowly closed it
behind me, and headed straight down the stairs.

The whole way down, I kept worrying though. I was hoping that Chris was
going to be okay in there by himself. He didn't seem to be doing so well
when I entered, but I know he'll be alright. I guess being the older
brother I'm just going to worry about him. He might be getting married to a
guy who's older than both me and Wyatt, but I'm still going to look out for
him and so will Wyatt. He's still going to be our brother whether he's
married or not. Him and I will have a lot more in common though since we'll
both be married me, with me just having a little bit more experience at it
than him. I might be his older and wiser brother who he's always looked up
to, but today I look up to him as a brave young man who's about to be a
loving husband, and is already a loving parent.

When I had finally gotten down there I saw just about the whole family in
their tuxes and dresses. The groomsmen all had on black, while the brides
maids were all in blue. Since I was Chris' best men I was in white. The
only guy who was in white to tell the truth, besides Chris that is. I soon
found myself joining the whole wedding crew.

Henry Jr. looked real nice in his black tux, and so did Peter. Primrose,
Melinda, Pagan, Phoenix, and Peyton all looked real good in blue. The kids
all looked so cute. Paige really did some work with them. I couldn't
believe how cute they were right now. If I could I would make them wear
that everyday.

There was one person that I didn't seem to spot so easily though. I looked
next to me to see my husband Wyatt. He looked so hot right now. He had his
hair tied back for the first time in a long time. I could actually see his
face. He seemed to look the best out of them all with his black tux on. I
never knew he looked this hot with a tux like this on. No, he actually
looked a lot more hotter on our wedding day so I had to remember that.

"Wow, baby, you look so good," Wyatt smirked.

"Thanks Wyatt," I shrugged. "You know, you don't look too bad yourself," I
told him.

Wyatt looked himself up and down before he spoke to me again. "So you think
I look good in this babe," he asked with a smirk on his face. Wyatt loved
to smirk at me more than anyone. He loved the reaction that he would get
out of me when he smirked. It was almost as if he sent chills down every
inch of my body.

"Hmm," I said looking him up and down twice. "You could use some work, but
you look okay," I lied. I didn't want to give Wyatt the satisfaction in
knowing how hot he looked in a tux. If I did, he'd be wearing one just
about every time he wanted something and I didn't want to give him that
advantage, even though he knows I want something when I wear those read
boxers with hearts on them to bed when I want something or when I just wear
some pants with no underwear. I know how much that gets him going.

"Really," his eyes lit up. "I fixed my hair, I got my tux dry cleaned and
everything, and I tied my tie just for you to say that I look okay," he
pointed out. I swear I thought he was angry, but he then just shrugged his
shoulders and said, "I guess I'm going to have to try a little bit harder
next time," he continued smirking.

"Oh we'll just see," I replied.

"Oh we will," he told me.

We finally heard music playing letting us both know that the wedding was
starting. I was starting to get nervous now. I don't even know why, because
I'm not even the one getting married, but I still feel nervous. I guess I'm
just worried about making a fool of myself and hoping that I don't
embarrass myself nor do I ruin Chris' wedding. If I did, I would never
forgive myself, because of how much he has done for me.

"Its show time," Wyatt said. "You ready baby," he asked.

"As ready as I will ever be," I said back.

The kids had started to walk out. First it was the little girls. People
were smiling at them heavily. They all had not remembered when they had
seen such beautiful little girls. They couldn't have expected any less
since they're Halliwells and they're known for how cute they are as
babies. The girls were a little nervous not knowing why all those people
were smiling at them, the way they were. They were too young to understand
that it was because of how cute they were. It took a few minutes but they
had finally made it down to the end of the isle where Grams was standing.

Next person to walk down the isle was little Ryan who was the ring
bearer. He was so handsome that so many people that were in the crowds were
whispering to the person next to them how handsome he looked and how he
reminded them of someone that they knew, but it wasn't really a big
deal. Ryan too was very nervous with how the people were looking at him. A
lot of them were smiling, making him wonder what he did since half the
times he got smiles were because he's done something great. Ryan finally
got down to the end where his cousins and his sisters where and was a bit
relieved to know that he wasn't down there alone.

It was now time for Wyatt, Peter, and Henry junior to go down there. I
looked over to see that Henry and Peter were nervous, but Wyatt wasn't at
all. That was just like him not to be nervous about anything. That's one
aspect I love about my husband. No matter how nervous everyone else is, he
will always be that one person who sucks it up and is never nervous.

"Alright see you at the end of the isle," he said giving me a little peck
on the lips knowing how nervous I was and knew that was just the thing to
get me going. It was his way of helping me feel better at a time like this.

He then winked at me, and slowly followed after Peter who was already
entering for the ceremony. Behind him was Henry Jr. All of those faces were
so familiar to Wyatt that he didn't think anything of them all being
there. Heck, most of these people were at his wedding, so this almost feels
like just having his wedding over again only this time he's the best
man. Wyatt, Henry Jr., and Peter had finally made there way down to the end
of the isle and stood there firmly.

It was finally our time to enter. I slowly took in a deep breath. I was
starting to get nervous again, but then I remembered that little kiss Wyatt
had given me on the cheek before he had walked out, and I quickly smiled,
and all my nervousness had gone away.

I was the leader and I began to walk in. When I had finally made it to the
outside where everyone was at, I could hear the band that was playing was
Lonestar. They were singing their song amazed. This was the perfect song
for any couple. Every time I had heard this song I would think of any
couple, even Wyatt and I sometimes. I guess they were also playing at the
club and Piper was able to ask them to play for her son's wedding.

I kept walking and looking at the smiling faces. I was so happy to see so
many people that I haven't seen in a long time. Especially my mother who
was sitting on the second row. It was good seeing her, and it was also good
seeing my grandmother Patty who I haven't seen in a long time, but I still
have a daughter named after her.

It felt like forever before I finally reached the end of the isle. It felt
like years for when the rest of the girls who were behind me had gotten
into place. I now know how everyone in my wedding crew felt, even though
we're all different, but now I know what it was like to be in their shoes
in my wedding. I then waited and waited. There was only one person left to
come out and I hope that he didn't get nervous and run.

I then heard the music get louder and then everyone started to stand up. I
guess he didn't chicken out. I saw two figures coming out of the back door
of the manor. It took me awhile to see who they were, but when they had
finally gotten close enough I could see that the two people were Piper and
Chris. Piper had on a blue dress just like the other woman did. Chris was
really lighting up the isle with his white tux.

It wasn't too much longer before they had reached the end of the isle and
Chris and Peter were now standing in front of Grams herself. It all seem to
go by in slow motion for Peter though, watching his fiancé next to his soon
to be mother in law coming down the isle. Like Chris he wanted this to be
done and over with so he could finally call Chris his husband and they
could all be a real family. When Chris was standing in front of him, he
couldn't have been more happier.

Things were really looking up, and nothing could spoil the moment. That's
what everyone thought. Before Grams could start the ceremony clouds started
to gather in the sky and lightening started to flash. This wasn't a good
sign. Especially for a wedding. I didn't know what was going on. The whole
sky was fine until Chris had stood in front of Peter.

Knowing that I could control the weather, my eyes quickly lit up and turned
the sky back to clear, so the wedding could continue. I looked over at
Chris who whispered a thank you at me for the billionth time today, but as
I said, what are brothers for.

"Its not time yet," A voice called out.

Everyone began looking everywhere to find out where the voice had come
from. It didn't sound like it had come from anyone in the audience. It
sounded just like it had come from high above. Everyone began looking up in
the sky again to see the clouds forming back, only darker this time.

"Evans!" Wyatt shouted.

"Its not me," I quickly told Wyatt. I knew he was probably going to think
that I was changing the weather since I was the only witch around here, he
knew that could have an effect on the weather.

"What's going on," Chris asked.

The wind started blowing hard, and things started flying around in the
air. I couldn't believe this and neither could a lot of witches and other
supernatural beings who were there. Why now did a storm like this have to
come. Something wasn't right, and we were just about to find out what.

There was a bolt of lightening that shot down right at the altar, and soon
orbs appeared revealing someone who the Charmed Ones haven't seen in a long
time. 'The Angel of Destiny.'

"What are you doing here," Piper asked.

"I'm sorry," the woman said. "But its not time yet," she told them. She
immediately waved her hand over Peter and he was turned into a block of
ice. Just like Leo was so many years ago.

"Peter!" Chris shouted.

"What's going on here," I interrupted.

"I'm sorry," the woman said. "There's something that you have to do," she
said. "It is not time for Chris and Peter to be wed. There is a great force
of evil out there that you must conquer before you two join in holy
matrimony. You have to lose someone in order to succeed in your goal, and
since it worked for the first generation of Charmed Ones, we figured that
it would work for you too. I'm sorry, but I have to take him in order for
you guys to fulfill your mission and fight the great evil that has come to
destroy our world."

"What are you talking about," I asked angrily. I've only known the woman
for five seconds and already I hate her. She's trying to take the one
person Chris loves so much away from him only to have her work done. As far
as I'm concerned she is one selfish little bitch.

"I know what you're thinking and I'm sorry, but we want you guys to succeed
and this is the only way we are able to ensure that you will do just
this. I have to do this, and you might not understand why now, but you will
soon. I'm sorry, but he will be gone until you guys are able to complete
your mission. If you succeed then he will be returned," she said.

"Well what if we don't," I asked.

"Then I'm sorry, but he won't be returned," she said. She then placed her
hands on Peter and disappeared in golden orbs taking him with her, and once
she was out of sight the whole storm disappeared.

"Peter!" Chris cried shouting up at the sky.

"Chris," I quickly ran over and pulled him into a hug. I could see that he
was breaking down and he really needed someone to be there for him so bad,
and usually this was the part when Peter would step in, but unfortunately
he's not here, and that makes it my duty since I'm his older brother. "Its
going to be okay, Chris alright," I soothed.

"He's gone," Chris began to tear up. "The person that I want to spend the
rest of my life with is gone," Chris said.

"Don't worry, Chris we're gonna get him back, I promise," I said
confident. I know there's no telling what the future might hold, but I can
say with confidence that I was going to work really hard, and I was going
to get my brother his fiancé back and they were going to marry. I just
can't believe that bitch calls herself an angel and then she takes away
someone that Chris loves so much. I swear if I find a vanquishing potion
for her ass she's going down. No one hurts my brother like this and gets
away with it.

Wyatt soon came in and joined the hug, wrapping his arms around Chris from
the other side and then his hands on my back so that we were both hugged up
to Wyatt. "Chris, we're going to get him back," Wyatt promised
also. "Nothing or no one is going to stop you from marrying Peter, you
understand me," Wyatt said angry also. If it was up to him, he would
vanquish the Angel of Destiny too. How could someone come and take another
person away from someone. That's just plain selfish. And for what. All so
that her work can get done. She could have done that without taking Peter
away. "We'll vanquish this great evil, and then you and Peter will come
back and y'all will marry," Wyatt added. "I promise you that," he said.

"Thanks guys," Chris said.

"No problem," I told him. "You were there for me so many times and now its
my turn to help you out." I told him. This was going to be hard, but know
the three of us will be able to do this together.

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It took some time to calm the whole place down, especially since there were
a few mortals at the place who didn't know anything about magic. Luckily
Wyatt always keeps some of that dust that makes people forget. Wyatt is
always prepared for anything at anytime and he had a feeling that magic
would somehow slip and that he was going to have to use that dust. He got
it from his dad a long time ago and has waited for the right moment to use
it, and no moment seemed more right than earlier on today.

Wyatt went and cleaned up the manor while I tried to put Chris to
sleep. Paige decided that she would take all of the kids back to our house
until Wyatt and I got back home.

This was a real hard day, not just for Chris, but for everyone. We all had
given our everything to make this wedding turn out good, and now the Angel
of Destiny had to come and ruin it. I should have expected it though since
the elders and the high powers all come in and mess things up for us when
they're looking good. Sometimes I just think that they don't have a heart
at all. If they did they would stop trying so hard to make our lives
miserable, but I guess that's their job.

Chris was sitting in bed, just staring at the ceiling. I was in a chair
next to his bed waiting for him to go to sleep since I knew how bad things
could probably get if I left. Chris started to feel next to him, and felt
that the normal presence that would be there wasn't there. He can't believe
it. He won't believe it. Why did it have to be the person that he
loved. Why couldn't it have been another innocent that they had to
save. This wasn't fair at all.

"He's really gone isn't he," Chris whispered.

I nodded sadly for my brother. No one deserved to be separated from the
person that they loved. I could only imagine how bad things would be for
me, if Wyatt and I were separated. I don't know what I'd do. Of course
we've had our arguments and there are days when we can't stand to be around
each other, but I love him more than anything in this world and if he was
taken away from me, I don't know how I would cope. He's my other half and
without him I'm not complete.

"Yeah he is Chris," I sighed. "But like I said, we're gonna get him back
okay," I told him truthfully. I knew we had to because if we didn't then my
little nieces would never know who their father was and that is
unfair. Everyone deserves to know who their parents are. I might have
gotten to know mine a little late, but I still got to know them. I don't
want them going through what I did. I don't want them to find out who their
real dad is until they're eighteen.

"Why did he have to go," Chris asked.

"I don't know," I replied. The Angel of Destiny might have said we had to
lose him for us to succeed in this mission, but I really don't think that
was necessary. "We're going to have to ask the Angel of Destiny herself," I
told my little brother who was starting to drift of to sleep.

"Evans," he muttered.

"Yeah," I said back.

"Please don't leave me," he begged with a tear going down his little
cheek. He felt so hurt now. He felt empty. Without Peter here then there's
a part of him missing and he needs that part real bad.

"I'll never leave you Chris," I said firmly. "No elder, demon, or Angel can
take me away from you," I whispered in his ears gently knowing that he
wasn't able to take much. I sat there I in the chair and waited and waited
for him to fall asleep.

Poor Chris didn't deserve this. When I felt that my little brother was
fully asleep, I slowly got sneaked out of the room, and left the door open
a crack so I would hear him if he woke up. As soon as I got to the other
side of the stairs, I could see Wyatt still sweeping up. I guess these
things make bigger messes than I thought.

Wyatt looked up to see that I was there and stopped sweeping. He was
finally done with the whole house. It took him a couple of hours but he was
able to get it all done.

"How's Chris," Wyatt asked worriedly as he came and sat down on the couch
across from where I was sitting.

"He's not doing too well," I said honestly. Wyatt nodded knowing that I
wasn't lying. "I just decided he needed some air, that's all," I informed
him of why I wasn't in there with him.

Wyatt sighed deeply. He hasn't ever seen his brother like this out of all
the years that he's known him, and that has been all of his life. Wyatt
really felt sorry for Chris, and wishes so hard that he could bring Peter
back right now, but he knows that there's nothing he can do and that's what
hurts even more. If the Angel of Destiny should have taken anyone, it
should have been him, but Wyatt quickly hid that thought. He knew that I
wouldn't be able to function if he wasn't here, and that's not something
that he wanted either.

"Coffee," he asked.

"Please," I said back.

Wyatt then left the room, and put on a pot of coffee. He stayed there and
waited for it all to brew. He then went into the cabinet and took out two
coffee mugs and poured the coffee into each mug and returned back to the
room that I was in, handing me a cup of coffee before he sat back down on
the couch.

"So," I started. "You think that Chris is going to be able to get through
all of this," I asked.

Wyatt nodded confident. "He's a strong guy," he replied. "He's been through
worse, so I'm pretty sure he will be able to get through this," Wyatt
explained. "If there's anyone who can get through it, its Chris."

"I just hope you're right," I sighed. "If not for his sake for Peter's,
because we're going to need the power of three to save Peter, and it won't
work without him," I pointed out.

"Yeah, I know," Wyatt nodded. "Just give him a couple of days, and I'm sure
he'll probably be able to help us out."

"You don't think he'll be back to normal," I asked.

"Well, honestly, I don't think he will get back to his normal self until
Peter comes back," Wyatt said taking a sip of his coffee. It was really
hard for him to stay up right now, especially since he's been up since 5:00
am for the whole wedding and now its midnight. "So how bad do you think
this little threat is," he asked.

"I don't know," I said back just as confused as he was. "It has to be
pretty big for them to have taken Peter away," I stated. I was still having
a hard time accepting that Peter was gone.

I couldn't believe that they would just take him away like that. Never out
of all the years that we have been Charmed Ones have the elders or the
Angel of Destiny had to take someone away because they were afraid that we
might not succeed. Every demon that we've faced and every warlock that
we've fought we've always been able to take them on without losing someone,
except Daughtry, but that had nothing to do with us. It was his destiny,
and that was something that I had no control over and something that took
me awhile to accept, but it finally got through to me.

"Its part of the final battle," a person said from the stair way. Wyatt and
I looked in that direction at the same time to see Piper standing
there. She had gotten into her pajamas, and her eyes looked a little puffy
because she hasn't been getting much sleep like the rest of us.

"Mom," Wyatt muttered. "How long have you been standing there," he asked.

"Long enough to hear the whole thing," Piper answered as she came and sat
on a couch that was in between the both of us.

"Shouldn't you be getting some sleep," Wyatt asked.

Piper shook her head saying, "couldn't sleep. Got so much on my mind right
now that I'm just having trouble shutting my eyes."

The mother of two has never been this stressed out before. At least not
since when she lost her husband, Leo that one time. It was really hard on
her without him, and it felt like she had lost him for years when it was
only for a few months. She knows just how Chris is feeling right now, and
wants to go up there and tell him that everything is going to be okay, but
that didn't help her, and so she knows that its not going to help
Chris. The best thing to do is be there for him, and let him work his way
through the pain.

"Don't worry, mom, its been like that for all of us," Wyatt nodded. He took
another sip of his coffee before he started to think about what his mother
had just said before she came on the couch. He had no clue as to what she
meant by this was the final battle. Wyatt thought that we were going to be
the Charmed Ones until our kids took over just like they were. "So mom,
what did you mean by the final battle," Wyatt finally asked his mother.

Piper took in one deep breath knowing this was going to take a lot to
explain to all of us. "You guys were too young to remember this, but a long
time ago, before any of your cousins were even born, your father was taken
away by the angel of Destiny just like Peter was," Piper stated. "I know it
sounds awful, but it was the only way to save him or else we would have had
to lose Leo forever, and I didn't want you boys growing up without a
father," Piper said.

"So that's what she meant when she said that she did this with the former
Charmed Ones," I pointed out.

Piper nodded saying, "that's right. Well anyway, it was said that there was
a great power that was suppose to be endangering the magical world. We all
thought that it would be a demon of some sort, but it turned out to be one
of our friend's sister," Piper stated.

"Wow," I said shocked. "So how did you figure out that it was her and not
some demon," I asked.

"It was obvious," Piper stated. "She was working so hard to turn Billy
against us, and once she accomplished that, she turned the whole magical
world against us until her and Billy were able to take control of the
manor," Piper explained. "Because of her I had nearly lost Paige and Phoebe
in the battle," the mother of two sighed. "But lucky enough I was able to
retrieve Coop's ring and go back to when the battle had happened, and save
them."

"So how were you able to defeat them," I asked.

"It wasn't easy, but Paige, Phoebe, and I had to make Billy see that it
wasn't us who were the evil ones, but her sister, and once she was able to
realize that then well...she defeated her sister on her own," Piper
said. "It was after Billy had stopped her sister that Leo was returned to
us again," Piper ended.

"So wait a minute," I questioned. "Are you saying that this threat could be
a close friend of ours and we might not even know it," I asked.

"I honestly don't know who or what it could be, Evans, but whatever it is,
Peter won't come back until it has been defeated," Piper told us.

"Yeah, but who could it be," I said thinking about it hard. I couldn't
think of any close friends that I had, nor could I really think of any that
Wyatt had, that would be capable of being the big threat, but then again,
I'm sure that's what Piper and the other sisters said, until they saw Billy
and her sister.

I know this was really getting us nowhere, but I didn't know what to
do. There was nothing or no one that was going to point us to the right
person, and say that they were the big threat. I really wanted to know who
it was and I wanted to know now so I could hurry up and bring Peter back
for Chris. My head was really starting to hurt from dealing with all of
this stress. This was becoming a little too much for me to handle.

"The Warlock brothers," Someone said. Everyone immediately looked in the
direction of where the voice was coming from to see that it was my mother
Prue who had just said that.

"Mom," I questioned.

"Its me," she said.

"I know that its you, its just that I thought you'd be gone by now," I
questioned. I knew that I saw Grams and Grandma Patty leave so I had
assumed that my mother left along with them.

"I'm here to warn you Chris," she said.

"Warn me about what," I asked.

"Not just you, but the other Charmed Ones as well," she said. "This is a
bigger threat than the ones Piper, Phoebe, and Paige faced so many years
ago. The warlock brothers are very dangerous, and they are not easy
warlocks to defeat. This is going take a lot to defeat them."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "We've never come into combat with demons that
we haven't been able to beat," I pointed out.

"I understand that, Chris, but like I said, these aren't just any other
warlocks," she repeated. "These guys form together to make up another power
of three just like you guys do," Prue stated.

Piper gasped for air remembering what her sister was talking about. She
could not believe it. They had come back and now they were the big
threat. Prue was right. These guys were much bigger than the final battle
that she had to face when trying to save Leo.

"The Wayne brothers," Piper slipped out.

"Excuse me the what," I asked.

"The Wayne brothers are the evil power of three made of warlocks," Piper
started to explain. "Prue, Phoebe, and I faced them before you guys were
even born, and we were lucky enough to have taken them on without losing
anyone," Piper finished her story.

"Okay, so if you guys could have taken them on without losing anyone, why
did the Angel of Destiny take Peter away," I questioned. If we were said to
be more powerful than them then taking them on should be a piece of cake
and the angel of Destiny shouldn't be worried about that.

"Because they have already joined together to make the evil power of
three," Prue answered. "We were able to stop them before they all joined
together, but that was only because one of them wanted to be good, but this
time none of them did, so they were able to join as one and form the evil
power of three," Prue explained. "You guys are going to have to really pull
together and work as one, if you have any chance of defeating the warlock
brothers," Prue warned.

Next thing I knew I heard a glass breaking from in the kitchen. There
shouldn't be anyone in the kitchen since everyone went home and the kids
are back at the house being watched by Paige. Something wasn't right, and I
didn't like it at all. Not one bit.

"I'll go see what it is," I volunteered. I quickly began walking towards
the kitchen, but felt myself being pulled down onto a familiar lap, and
broad arms wrapping around me. "Wyatt come on let me go, I've got to go see
what's going on in the kitchen," I struggled.

Piper just smiled as she watched Wyatt keep me on his lap. She only wishes
that she could see Peter and Chris that happy. Seeing Wyatt and I together
and happy was the highlight of Piper's day. She couldn't believe after all
that we've been through that we're still together and she has seven
beautiful grandchildren from us, and knows that there will be one more on
the way.

"Be careful babe," Wyatt said.

"I will, but I don't think there's a demon in there, and if there is I
don't think its one that I can't handle," I told him. I couldn't believe
that Wyatt was getting this protective. To tell the truth he's been getting
more and more protective of me as the months go by, which isn't too bad,
but it sometimes can get really annoying at times.

"Okay, but if there is, call me," he said.

"Wyatt, I'm sure if there is a demon in there you'll know it, because
you'll hear big noises," I pointed out. "Now will you please let me go," I
begged again, hoping that this time he would listen.

Wyatt sighed and pouted when he released me out of his grip. How he hated
letting me go. After nearly losing me to Shax a year ago, he never wants to
come that close again. Losing me would mean losing a lot and that wasn't
something that he wanted. If I was gone, he felt like he would have nothing
to live for except his kids, but he wanted more than that.

"Thanks," I said walking out of the room and into the kitchen. On my way to
the kitchen I was making sure I was prepared for anything. Wyatt could be
right. There could be a demon in there, but I was a Charmed One so I should
be able to handle it without any problem. Slowly I tip toed into the
kitchen, and it was a big mess, but there wasn't a demon in there. It was
much worse.

There were liquor bottles everywhere. Glass ones that were on the floor
shattered into pieces. I couldn't believe that someone would just come in
the kitchen and destroy all of this, but I looked up to see that the person
responsible for this was my brother. It was obvious when I saw that Chris
had another bottle in his hand drinking really fast like he hasn't had a
drink in a long time.

The brunette had cuts all over his hand. He must have gotten them from the
liquor bottles that he smashed. They were everywhere. I knew that Chris was
going to take losing Peter pretty hard, but I didn't think that it was
going to be this bad to where he would drink himself to death. This wasn't
good at all. I know this is only Chris acting out, and it really isn't him.

"Chris," I whispered getting closer to the brunette.

Chris caught sight of me and immediately hurled the liquor bottle at me,
but it missed, only by an inch. Chris was too drunk to function right now
and he didn't even know what he was doing. He had no mind of his own. The
alchol had taken over his brain.

"Stay away from me!" He exclaimed as he began backing away.

I stopped in my tracks only to let the brunette catch his breath before I
began to move in towards him even more. He was calming down a little, and I
had to make sure he stayed that way or else he would just explode again and
this time it might even be worse.

"Its okay, Chris, its me, Evans," I told him. "I'm your brother, remember
me," I said moving in a little closer.

Chris began to tear up some. "I don't want my brother," he said. "I want my
Peter back," he stated.

"I know you want Peter back Chris," I repeated. "But this is not the way to
go about it alright," I told him as I got in even closer so now I was only
a foot away from my brother. "I know this isn't what Peter would want you
to do," I told him trying to make sense to him.

"Peter's gone," Chris said. Without Peter, Chris didn't know what to do. He
didn't have anyone to ask him what's wrong when he's sad. He didn't have
anyone there to help him with the twins when they're acting bad. Peter was
just someone that Chris could never replace. Chris now knows that you never
really learn how much someone means to you until you lose them.

"I know," I told him. "But we're gonna get him back okay," I said.

"I want him back," Chris said again.

"And you will get him back okay, but right now you've got to stop this or
else things are going to be worse so please," I begged him. "Lets get you
back to bed okay, so you can rest up, and you'll be better in the morning,"
I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me before he could do
anything else.

I know how hard it must be for Chris. It wasn't but a year that I had lost
Daughtry and I felt like my whole world had fell apart, and I know it isn't
the same. It might be worse for Chris, and then it could be worse for
me. Chris just lost the love of his life, but there is a good chance that
he can bring him back. I lost my best friend, and there is no way that I
can bring him back. So I guess its pretty much the same.

Chris began to cry hard on my shoulder. I felt him lean on me and I could
hold him up that much longer so we both went to the ground and I managed to
keep my knees up so that we didn't fall on the glass. Chris had managed to
get himself hurt once on the glass, and I don't think he needs to wake up
with more cuts and scars for himself. I know he's probably going to be
regretting this in the morning, but he can't be held responsible for what
he's doing right now, because he's in a bad state and I would hope that no
one would hold him reliable for what he's doing right now.

"What's going on in here," Piper entered. She had heard more glasses
breaking and she knew that things weren't getting much better in here so
she thought she'd better check it out. When she had entered, she was very
shocked. She saw so many liquor bottles on the floor that she would have
thought a drunk had came in the house. She then saw me hugging up to Chris,
and that scared her. She hasn't seen Chris in this kind of state. It did
not look good seeing that he was crying on my shoulder.

"Mom is everything al-," Wyatt walked in right behind her to see the same
thing in the kitchen that she saw. This was really getting out of control,
and the blond really didn't know what to do. "Evans what happened in here?"
He asked.

I looked up at my husband to see that he was very worried. I've never seen
Wyatt that worried ever since last year, when Chris had told him that there
was a possibility that I could die if I kept interfering with Daughtry and
his destiny to die. I guess the older you get the more easily you get
worried.

"Everything's okay," I nodded. "Chris is just going through a bad time, and
I think he's going to need all the help he can get," I informed them.

"Peter would be able to help me," Chris said from my shoulder.

"I know he would, and Peter might not be here right now, but you've always
got me," I stated. "And I'll be here for you," I told him. It hurt me to
see Chris like this. He's part of my family. He's my brother and I would do
anything for him. Even die for him if I had to. I just can't believe that
the elders would put him through this, and now out of all times. The day
that he finally tries to get married.

"When will Peter be back," Chris asked.

"Soon," I whispered in his ear.

"How long is soon," Chris asked.

"Its not long," I promised him.

I really didn't know how long it was going to take us to get Peter back,
but I hated seeing Chris in this stated so I had to get him back soon or
else things for Chris would only get worse. It would all depend one when we
found the Warlock brothers, and there's no telling who they are. They
appear to be normal mortals just like us, and there is no way that I can
tell them apart unless I make them bleed, but that would take too long for
me to do that to everyone in San Francisco. I know there's got to be some
way that I can find them sooner, and I know how. There's someone that I'm
going to have to talk to that I've been secretly talking to without Wyatt's
consent. I know he's probably going to be mad to hear that I've been
talking to this person, but if it helps us save Peter I know that he's
probably knot going to care all that much.

"Come on Chris, we've got to get you to bed," I stated, standing back up. I
took on of his arms and put it around my shoulder. I knew he was probably
going to have some trouble walking.

Piper looked on in concern and so did Wyatt. This wasn't something that
they've seen out of anyone in their family. This wasn't a problem that
Piper would deal with often and it wasn't something that she ever expected
to deal with, with either of her sons.

"Don't worry Piper, he's going to be okay," I assured her sensing her
thoughts. I know Piper is a worried parent. I know I would be if I saw my
kids acting this way, and I actually was when I saw Patty was evil and my
kids were divided, but that's done and over with, but I still know the
feeling that Piper has being worried about her kids.

I walked past Wyatt and Piper and headed straight to the stairs and
carefully helped Chris up all of them one by one. This was very hard, but I
knew I had to help the brunette because I knew that he wasn't going to be
able to do all of this on his own so he needed my help. At first I was
wondering how he got down in the kitchen without any of us hearing him, but
I quickly remembered that he could orb and that's probably what he did.

When I reached his room, I slowly placed him down on the bed gently. I
didn't want to do anything that could hurt him, because I knew how fragile
he probably is right now with all the glasses that he's thrown around and
all the cuts that he has on him even though I've only seen the ones on his
wrist, but I'm sure he has more and I don't intend on looking for them
because I know that it would hurt me because seeing him in pain was just
painful for me.

"Now, do you think you'll be okay in here," I asked him. "If you want me
too, I could bring a sleeping bag in here and I could sleep in here with
you so that you don't get lonely," I offered.

"No, I think I'll be okay," he said.

"Are you sure," I pressed on. I honestly didn't want to leave Chris alone
because I didn't want him to do anything crazy and knowing that he's
already sneaked out of his room and got drunk was a sign of what he was
capable of. Next thing I know he could orb to the Underworld and go demon
hunting and get himself hurt even more and if that happens I don't think I
would be able to forgive myself even though it wouldn't be my fault, but
part of me would feel like it was because its my duty to look after him
since I'm the oldest.

"I'm sure," he answered.

"Okay, well, if you need me, just call alright and I'll be there," I told
him. I began to walk out of the room, but took one last look at my brother
who was still staring at the ceiling. I didn't know if he was going to get
any sleep with the way he has been acting. I really hope he does, because
right now I might not be able to because I'll probably stay up worried
about him. I then saw the brunette close his eyes, and I closed the door
behind me, hoping that he doesn't get out of bed.

Standing by the door was Wyatt. "Is he going to be okay," Wyatt asked. He
was very concerned about Chris more than ever. Chris was his little
brother, and they have always been best friends growing up as kids, even
before I came into the picture, and Wyatt can't imagine life without him
and his humor.

"I don't know," I said honestly. "I mean he just lost his fiancé and
there's no telling how he really feels right now," I told Wyatt.

Wyatt nodded understanding my statement. Wyatt looked at me close and saw
that my eyes were puffy and I was holding in a lot of yawns. "We should be
getting home," Wyatt said. "I can see that you're tired and you need to get
some sleep," he stated.

"I know, but I'm worried about Chris, and I don't want to just leave him
here," I said.

"Don't worry, mom will look after him, and if anything goes wrong, I'm
pretty sure that she will call us," Wyatt said.

He really didn't want to leave Chris as much as I did, but he knew that we
wouldn't be able to help him if we were too tired in the morning, and right
now it wasn't the time. There was a new threat out there for us and Wyatt
knew that we had to always be at full strength just in case we found
ourselves facing them anytime soon. He remembers my mother telling him that
we had to really be prepared if we wanted to take them on. They were just
like us except for evil, and Wyatt knew that we had never taken on anything
like them before. They could probably take on the Source of all good if
there was one.

Wyatt being the leader had to really think about that. Even though I was
the oldest, Wyatt took it upon himself to be the strong guy. It might have
not made since to everyone else, but it made perfect since to him.

I sighed seeing that Wyatt was right. I peeked into Chris' room one last
time to make sure that he was sleep before I left. I just hope he's okay,
and the first thing that I'm going to do tomorrow morning after I have
taken care of some business, is come see about Chris.

If I want Peter back and soon, I know there is something that I must do. I
know its going to make Wyatt mad now that I think about it more, but I
don't care. If it brings back Peter and helps Chris, then I don't care if
Wyatt hates me after it, which I know he never would, but still. I would
rather put Chris' happiness in front of my own.

"Come on babe," Wyatt said holding out his hand. "Its time to go home," he
reminded me. "I know how much you want to stay here, but we can't right now
because the kids are at home waiting for us," he stated.

I nodded then I peeked through the door one more time. "Goodbye Chris," I
whispered through the door. I know he probably can't hear me, but I still
didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to my older brother. I closed
the door and grabbed Wyatt hand.

Wyatt held onto my hand firmly as he orbed us back to our house where it
was very quiet seeing as how Paige has probably put all of our little kids
and Chris' kids to sleep.

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Having checked on the kids and letting Paige know that it was okay that she
could leave, Wyatt and I went to bed where we just laid there in just our
boxers. Wyatt had his arm around my shoulders, but I wasn't laying my head
on his chest like I usually do, which made the blond worry a little. I'm
usually cuddled up to him most of the time, and the fact that I'm not right
now is a scary thing.

Little did he know that today had been real hard. I never expected tonight
that I would be in bed thinking about Peter and how he's gone, and how its
effecting Chris that Wyatt and I have the kids. I wanted to keep Pyra and
Pandora today, but not because Chris is having a bad day, but because they
should be on their honeymoon. Instead poor Chris is stuck at the manor in
his bed alone. I just want to go over there right now.

Wyatt on the other hand was almost more worried about me than Chris right
now. I haven't said a word since we left the manor, and usually I talk his
ear off till we go to bed, but that doesn't bother Wyatt at all because he
just loves to hear the sound of my voice.

After sitting in silence for another few minutes, Wyatt decided that he was
going to try to figure out what was going on and why wasn't I talking. He
knew it had something to do with Chris, but he really didn't know what part
of it was effecting me, and if he didn't know that then he couldn't help.

It was going to be hard for him to talk to me right now because I was
laying, facing away from him. Wyatt scooted in closer towards me and tried
to get my attention by rubbing my arm, but I just shrugged him off. He then
tried again, by kissing me on the back of my neck which only made me scoot
more away from him. Wyatt still wasn't giving up. That was something he
would never do. Especially when it came down to me. He slowing kissed a
trail from my shoulders all the way up to my neck causing me to jump, and
nearly fall out of the bed, but Wyatt had quick reflexes and used his
muscular arms to catch me.

"What the hell was that for," I snapped at him. He should have gotten the
memo that I didn't want to be bothered right now after I had shrugged him
of so many times, but I really can't blame Wyatt though. I really haven't
been fair to him since I really hadn't talked to him since we got to the
house so I can understand that he's probably craving attention.

"Sorry," he said a little hurt. It always hurt him really bad whenever I
would snap at him. He loved me so much that if he ever did anything to hurt
me or make me mad it would hurt him even more than me. "I was just hoping
that we could talk, babe," he begged.

"About what," I said a little calmer.

"You know, why you're not talking to me, and how you don't want to be near
me right now," he pointed out.

As I began to look at it, I was distancing myself away from Wyatt a little,
which was something that he didn't deserve. Wyatt has been there for me so
much that I owe him a lot and right now I'm treating him badly. I shouldn't
be snapping at him for caring so much.

"I'm sorry Wy," I apologized. "Its just that I've had a bad day today and
I've got so much on my mind right now," I explained hoping that he would
understand, and I'm sure he does.

"Like," he asked.

"Like Chris is not in good state right now, Peter is gone, and to make
matters worse we have threat out there that is bigger than anything we've
ever faced, and we've faced some pretty hard things," I pointed out.

Wyatt nodded seeing that I was right. We did have a lot on our plate and he
was worried about it all too, but just not as worried. He didn't want to
spend most of his life worrying about everything so it wasn't like Wyatt to
worry a lot. He would cross a bridge when he came to it.

"I know it might not seem like it now babe, but everything is going to be
alright," he told me.

"Yeah, that's what you always say," I replied.

"Well, have I been wrong yet," Wyatt pointed out.

"No, but Wyatt, this time we are in way over our heads," I stated. "The
three warlocks who are able to off set our power of three, and then to make
it worse I'm scared that Chris might not be able to get himself back
together before we have to take them on," I went on telling Wyatt my
fears. I really didn't think we'd be having this talk right now, but I
should have known Wyatt was going to pursue it since he always wants to
help me.

"We just might be Evans," Wyatt agreed. "But I still think we can do it,"
he said confident. "I mean we've faced so many demons and warlocks and
other beings that I can say we're ready to take these guys on, even if they
are the most powerful beings on Earth."

"I hope so," I sighed.

"You know I'm getting really tired of you just hoping," Wyatt
complained. "You should know so, and not hope so," Wyatt told me
firmly. When I said I hoped or anything that sounded close to it, which was
just about anything that was doubtful, Wyatt would be a little hurt because
he felt that it meant that I didn't trust him which was not true.

"I'm sorry Wyatt, but with everything going on right now, I don't think
anything can make me say that I know that its all going to be okay," I
replied. I really didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I didn't want to
lie to him either so I had to be truthful and right now I wasn't sure if we
were prepared for the three warlock brothers.

"Really now," he smirked. "You don't think anything can make you say that
you know so," he asked.

"No," I shook my head.

"I think I do," Wyatt said as he swiftly got on top of me playfully, and
started to tickle my sides. Wyatt saw that I was being tortured and was
trying to get away but he put all his weight on my legs and continued to
tickle me wherever he could, just being happy that he could get a laugh out
of me today.

"Stop it!" I shouted laughing. I tried to push Wyatt off of me, but he was
too heavy. He was really tickling me hard, and I couldn't take too much
more of it before I laughed myself to death. I tried as hard as I could to
grab Wyatt hands and stop him from tickling me, but I wasn't able to,
because Wyatt was so quick that he could pull away from my hands and then
go right back to tickling me without so much as getting a touch from me.

"I don't want to," he replied.

Wyatt and I continued to struggle and wrestle with each other. Wyatt
finally just grabbed my wrist and held them down, since he was really
getting tired of my hands getting in his way. Slowly he rose up to his
knees and adjusted himself a little and went right back down, and gently
kissed my neck. That was a big mistake though. Since he had lifted his
weight off of I was able to push him over so that I was now on top, but
Wyatt was quick to roll me back over, but I wasn't about to let him win to
so I rolled him back over, and Wyatt and I continued rolling and rolling
around on the bed for awhile, until I was tired out and I didn't try to
roll him back over again.

"I give," I said. "You win alright, I know so," I finally let out.

"Wow, and I thought you said that no one could make you say it," Wyatt
taunted me as he still held my hands over my head. "Looks like I'm the guy
who can make you do anything," he said.

"I said you win, now will you let me go," I begged still trying to struggle
out of Wyatt's grip. I would use magic, but that wouldn't be playing fair,
plus I don't think as a Charmed One, I'm aloud to use magic against Wyatt
or my husband for that fact. Also I wouldn't want to do something on
accident and seriously hurt him. I love Wyatt too much to really use magic
on him, but he really can be bossy sometimes, but I love him whether he's
bossy or not.

"No way," he shook his head. "I'm never letting you go babe," he said. "I
love you too much to ever do that," he stated.

"You know what I meant, Wyatt," I said back.

"Oh, what did you mean," he smiled.

"I meant, let me out of this little grip you've got me in," I
demanded. Wyatt has a habit of teasing me like this, and knows how much it
turns me on, but right now wasn't the time to get me hard.

"No why would I want to do that," he asked. "I think I like you in this
position," he whispered in my ear as he tucked it into his teeth. Wyatt
just loved to tease and right now was the perfect time for him.

Seeing what Wyatt was doing I tried to move out of his grip, but his strong
body kept me down there. It seems as though I'm trapped. "Um...Wyatt, maybe
we shouldn't be doing this right now, I mean with all of what's happened
today," I suggested. I was really hard right now.

"Aw come on," Wyatt begged. He hasn't had a good day's sex in a long
time. Really its been a week and it feels like a month for Wyatt. Its not
that we haven't wanted to, its just that everything had been crazy with
Chris' wedding and stuff. It has been the week of hell for the twice
blessed. "I know you want this more than me, so what do you say?"

I had to think about it for a moment. I did want it so why fight it. I owe
it to Wyatt and myself since we really hadn't had time to do it. I just
hope we aren't so loud that we wake the kids up, because that would be a
nightmare for them all to just walk in on us.

"Okay," I agreed making Wyatt smile. "But lets make this quick because
we've got a big day tomorrow and I don't want to be too worn out," I told
him.

"Yes!" Wyatt cheered.

Wyatt took no time in going down and devouring my mouth hungrily. He's been
wanting this so bad for so long that right now he can't control himself. It
feels so good having my lips pressed against his. To make it even better he
continued to hold my hands down as he moved his mouth from my lips and
began to lick a trail from my jaw line all the way over to his favorite
part of my neck. Wyatt started to lick in circles around it before he
tucked it into his teeth and began to suck on it hard, making sure he left
a spot there that would last for a week. He then began licking on the other
side. How much he just loved feasting on my neck. It was his, and no one
was aloud to touch it, and he was making sure he made that known. He licked
his way all over that side, and instead of leaving a big hickey he took the
skin into his mouth and bit down on my neck hard, causing me to bleed a
little, but Wyatt made sure to clean it up with his tongue.

I gasped feeling the pain of having my neck bitten, but I was use to it by
now, since Wyatt loves to bite, and that's a fetish of his that I kind of
find sexy. Feeling Wyatt lick all over my chest made me moan a lot, and
since I couldn't squirm because he was holding me down with all his weight,
I just moaned even louder. My manhood was slowly starting to rise in my
boxers. The friction of Wyatt's body rubbing against mine was enough to get
me going.

Wyatt's hard on was also starting to rise. I could feel it against my
thigh, but Wyatt was far from done with me. He wanted this to last a little
longer before he went inside of me. He felt that he had gotten every part
of my neck and now he wanted something better. He licked a trail all the
way done to my collar bone where he sucked for awhile. The taste of my skin
was better than chocolate for him. He wishes that I was a flavor that he
could choose for just about anything because he'd never get tired of my
taste.

I gritted my teeth together to stop myself from moaning so loud. I knew I
wasn't going to be able to hold it when Wyatt reaches the spot, and the
lower and lower he goes, the louder my moans start to get, which turn him
on more than what he's doing to me is turning me on.

Wyatt licked all over my upper part until he came to my nipples, which he
started to slightly nibble on as his hand wondered the rest of my body. He
used TK to keep my arms down. He didn't want me moving an inch. He liked me
all laid out for him like a meal to devour. That's why he didn't want me to
move a finger. To make things even better Wyatt slowly started rubbing my
other nipple in circles with his thump, knowing how much more it was going
to turn me on.

Feeling Wyatt sucking on one of my nipples and then massaging the other one
almost made me want to cum, but I didn't. I had to hold it in. At least
until I knew that Wyatt was in me. Wyatt still had his telekinetic hold on
my arms, and I didn't know how much more or how much longer I was going to
be able to take it.

Wyatt then released my nipple out of his mouth after he could feel how hard
it was. He had it the way he wanted it, and he also had the other nipple
just as hard from rubbing it with his thump for awhile.

Since his job on my chest was finished Wyatt began to move his tongue
around in other various places of my body. First he went into my armpit and
teased me there for a little bit seeing as I always do that to him. That
was just his little revenge for all those times I got him with
that. Hearing me moan a little more made Wyatt only lick and tease even
harder. He wanted to get me the best he could and he knew that was a good
spot now.  Wyatt then moved back up to my face and gave me a hard
passionate kiss wanting to be in my mouth again since he hasn't been there
for a quiet some time. At least that's how he sees it.

Slowly Wyatt began to remove his lips from mine, but not before he sucked
on my bottom lip. Wyatt then let his tongue lick all the way down to my six
pack that he loved on me so much. When he came to my navel, he licked
around it for awhile before he inserted his tongue in like he always
does. Soon he was tongue fucking my belly button.

It felt so good. Wyatt was really good at that. My legs weren't bound
anymore sine Wyatt wasn't laying on top of them now, and I started to move
them around, but Wyatt wasn't too happy about that.

He got right back on top of my legs and put them under his weight and
smirked. "Now that's not playing fair babe," he whispered. "I already owe
you for all the time we've missed and this only makes it strike two."

"Wow," I said surprised. "I never thought that Wyatt over here could get so
frustrated," I taunted. "Looks like someone has been sex starved for far
too long," I laughed.

"Ha, ha, ha, just laugh it up, you'll pay for that," Wyatt sneered back
playfully.

"Is that a threat, Wyatt," I asked.

"Its just a little something for you to think on babe," Wyatt
replied. Letting the conversation die, Wyatt went back to feasting on my
body hungrily. Seeing as he's already finished his job on my upper body
area, he went and slowly started to pull my boxers off. He could see
already that I was ready for him. My long rod was showing through my
boxers, and Wyatt just couldn't wait to stick it in his mouth and make me
moan loud.

Wyatt had finally pulled my shorts all the way off and saw my long hard
shaft that had been waiting for him ever since he began to give me
pleasure. Wyatt took it in his hand and slowly started to jerk it off,
making me moan in pleasure. He wanted me to moan even louder, so he started
going even faster. He just loved to tease me this way.

I knew I was giving Wyatt the satisfaction of hearing me moan, and I wanted
to stop so bad, but I couldn't. My hands were still bound, and there wasn't
much I could do but let Wyatt have his way with my body.

After Wyatt saw that I was long and hard enough, he took me into his mouth
and soon he pulled me right out, wanting to make this even better. He
started by licking the tip and around the head and jerked it off some more
and he began to lick around my legs. He then let it go so he could tease me
even more. This teasing was becoming really fun, at least for him it was.

Wyatt licked down my hairy muscular legs, and sucked on them a little bit
before he reached down to my foot. He kissed my toes and nibbled on them
for a little bit before he slowly started licking his way back up, but he
wasn't done yet. He began to kiss my inner thighs gently and then went to
my outer ones and kissed them hard wanting me to feel as much pleasure as I
could.

I was almost at my peek, but still I managed to maintain control. I
couldn't let Wyatt think that he could make me cum without even sucking me
off or else he would start just doing that any chance he got.  I just held
my teeth together real tight and let out slight moans so Wyatt wouldn't get
the satisfaction of hearing me moan a lot.

Seeing that his teasing wasn't working much Wyatt went up and got in
between my legs and began to jerk me off some more, waiting for me to start
moaning a little more before he took it into his mouth and began sucking it
up and down hard from the start. It felt so good to do this right now
because this is the first time in a while that he hasn't had my hands
guiding him where to go. He can just go wherever he pleases.

Wyatt held my dick in place as he started going up and down with his
mouth. I was now fucking his mouth, or his mouth was fucking me since I
really wasn't moving at all. I really couldn't hold it in anymore. I let
out a loud moan feeling all that going through me. Wyatt was right. It's
been a long time since we've done this and I miss it so much.

Wyatt slipped his hands around my hips wanting to make this even
better. Soon Wyatt was pulling my body up and down in the same motion that
he was going in. This was making it a lot easier for him to suck me
off. Wyatt saw that I was about to cum so he pulled back and squeezed my
dick, not wanting me to cum just yet. At least not until he's had his fun
with me.

The blond slowly began licking his way back up to me. He started laying
butterfly kisses everywhere along the way. He felt since he got to feast on
my body, he could let me out of his hold.

Once Wyatt released his hold on me I could finally move my hands. I thought
I would make Wyatt pay for having me in that bind for so long so I gently
ran my hands along his side and began to tickle him as he continued kissing
on my body. I thought I'd give him a taste of his own medicine.

Wyatt quickly grabbed my arms and pinned them back over my head saying,
"that's strike three babe, looks like you're out," he smirked. Wyatt then
turned me over so that I was laying on my stomach. Wyatt then began
slapping my bare ass with his hand. "You're are a naughty boy, and its my
job to make sure you get your spanking," he whispered in my ear. Wyatt gave
me a few more hard spanks on the butt before he pulled out his lube and
lube up his fingers. "Now are you going to tease me again," he asked.

"I don't know, am I," I replied being a smart allec knowing that I was
probably going to pay for that one.

Wyatt then stuck a finger in my hole and heard me cry out in pain. "Oh
sorry," he apologized. He only wanted to tease me, not seriously hurt
me. He waited till I was okay before he started pumping that finger in and
out of my hole. "Now, as I was saying, are you going to tease me again?" He
asked once more.

"Yes," I said back.

The twice blessed smiled and then stuck another finger in my hole gently
this time, not to hurt me. Waiting for the pain to turn to pleasure, Wyatt
gently began to stroke his cock with his other hand. Once he saw that I was
okay he began to speak again. "Now I'm going to ask again, are you going to
try to tease me again," he repeated.

"Maybe," I answered.

Finally the blond stuck a third finger inside of me and saw that no pain
came out of it, but only pleasure which relieved him a lot because he
thought I might not be able to take all of it. Slowly he began pumping them
in and out searching for my prostate, and grew hard when he finally hit
it. "I'm going to ask you one more time, are you ever going to tease me
again," he asked.

"Yes," I cried out. I wanted all the pleasure to stop right now or else I
wouldn't have enough in me left for when he was inside me, and I knew that
was going to take a lot out of me. Wyatt was never gentle with me, unless I
asked him to be, which was hot.

"That's more like it," Wyatt smirked as he flipped me back over on my
back. He wanted to be able to look at me as he fucked me, because it turned
him on even more. Slowly Wyatt began inserting his large manhood in me
slowly. As always he felt how tight I was and his senses dimmed for a
moment. He loved how tight I was. Never has he ever felt anyone as tight as
me. That's one thing he loved about me. If I was any tighter Wyatt would
have came right there. Soon Wyatt had fully inserted himself in me. "Hey
babe, could you wrap your legs around me, so it would be easier for me,"
Wyatt asked. I did what I was told and wrapped my legs around his
waist. "Thanks babe, now keep them there," he requested.

Wyatt took no time in pumping his hard erection in and out of me. He
started off rough from the start. This was something he needed so bad. His
dick has been waiting for this. It felt so good. Wyatt started groaning as
the waves of pleasure surged through his whole body. He wanted this to last
forever and ever, but knew he was so close to cumming.

I moaned feeling Wyatt going in and out of me. At first it hurt like a
bitch, but then it started to really feel good. I started panting
hard. This was really getting tiring. I knew that Wyatt could go on for
hours and hours, but sometimes this got to be a little bit too much for me.

"I'm gonna cum!!" Wyatt shouted reaching his peek. It wasn't too much
longer after that, that Wyatt shot a huge load in my ass, and then another
and another, and another.

Feeling my husband cum in me was enough to seen me over the edge. I let out
a huge load all over my stomach and Wyatt's. Right then Wyatt pulled out of
me and collapsed on top of me. Our bodies were both cover in semen. I
looked over at the clock to see that it was now midnight, and we had
started going at it, at 10:00 pm. I was a little angry then.

"That was not a quickie!" I pointed.

Wyatt looked over at the clock to see the same thing that I saw. "Oh, I
guess it wasn't," he said as he rolled over off of me and pulled my body
closer to his and held me against him possessively. "I love you, Evans," he
said.

"I love you too, Wyatt," I said back.

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When Wyatt woke up, he felt and empty space next to him. It seems as though
I had left the bed, leaving him there all alone. Right then the alarm went
off, and Wyatt was still a little tired from last night. It usually is me
who is still tired from our fun the next morning, but Wyatt had a really
hard day, yesterday. The blond knew that he had to get up, though. He
wanted to hit the snooze button and go right back to sleep, but he had to
go help his little brother out, because he knew his mother wasn't going to
able to handle him by herself.

Wyatt removed the covers off his lower area and quickly slipped on his
black boxers. He opened up the door and got the smell of bacon, pancakes,
and eggs. I must be cooking breakfast. Wyatt was really getting excited
then. He was about to go down stairs until he got a little whiff of
himself. He was reeking real bad. He smelled like sex and sweat from the
night before, and he didn't want to go down there in front of his kids
smelling like that.

The blond quickly went to the master bathroom and made sure he locked the
door. He didn't want the kids walking in on him in the shower. That would
be a little embarrassing, even though he's bathed with the boys a number of
times since there isn't always enough bathrooms in the house for all the
kids since.

Wyatt got in the shower and turned on the cold water and let it flow down
his body. It felt so great. This was just what he needed to start his
morning. The only thing that could make this better right now was if he had
me in here with him, and Wyatt so so close to just orbing me in here, but
then he thought about the kids being downstairs, and he didn't want them to
think their mom had just disappeared.

I was downstairs setting up the table, after getting the kids up and
getting them all washed up and everything. I decided to make breakfast this
morning since I knew it would be a good thing to start with after the day
we had yesterday. Not just that, but it would sort of help with what I had
to tell Wyatt that I was going to do today. I know he's not going to be too
happy about that, so by making his favorite breakfast, maybe he will be
more amiable to the idea.

"Mom, can I eat in the living room," Ryan asked. The boy was almost ten and
he hated that he had to sit down at the table and eat. Now that he has
friends, and has been going over to their houses a lot more than he comes
home, he's seen that they're aloud to eat wherever, but he always has to
eat with the family.

"No, Ry, now sit down with your brothers and sister," I told him, which he
wasn't to happy about and gave a little pout. "Now, Robert, you don't mind
if I pull up Richard's chair next to you, do you?" I asked. Richard was
still in his baby chair, and he would throw a lot of fits at the table, so
I just wanted to make sure that Robert didn't mind being next to him just
in case he started throwing a tantrum and throwing food everywhere.

"No," Robert shook his head.

"Thanks," I said. I went and pulled up Richards baby chair next to Robert's
and then placed Richard right in it. "Now we're not going to throw a fit
today, understand," I asked the fifteen month old who probably couldn't
even understand a word that I was saying. He just smiled at me like he was
innocent. "Be good," I told him.

"Where's dad," little Prue asked.

"He's upstairs," I answered. "He should be down here any minute," I
stated. "Is there something you need sweetie?"

Prue just shook her head.

"Alright then," I said going right back preparing everything on the
table. The kids were old enough to mostly get their food by themselves. At
least all of them except for Richard and Patty, but Patty was getting
there. She only makes little clumsy mistakes like knocking over the milk
when she's trying to reach for the syrup, but other than that she's pretty
good. I heard arguing and I turned around to see Ryan and Robert fighting
over a pancake. "Hey guys what's going on," I asked.

"Its my pancake, I had it first," Ryan growled.

"Doesn't have your name on it," Robert replied.

"Boy!" I shouted getting their attention. "Why are you two fighting over
one pancake when there is plenty on the table," I questioned. They both
looked at each other speechless. I knew this was something that they
couldn't answer. "Here's what we'll do," I said. "I'll take this pancake,"
I said taking the pancake away from them and putting it on my plate. "And
you guys can just get another one, that way you two aren't fighting over
the same pancake," I suggested.

The boys nodded and Ryan, being the eldest, waited for his brother to get a
pancake before he did. It was nice to see that problem being solved so
simply. Especially with Pyra and Pandora being over at the house. I didn't
want those girls to think that it was okay to fight with each other. Even
if its over something small like who's pancake it is.

I grabbed a fork and a knife, and I took a bite of some bacon. It tasted so
good. This is the best bacon that I had made in a long time. I was really
starting to enjoy it when I felt a little woozy in my stomach. I was really
starting to feel sick. I don't know why, because I make this bacon just
about every morning and nothing has happened. I really couldn't hold it any
longer. I quickly got up from the table and ran towards the bathroom.

"Mom," Ryan muttered.

I wasn't able to hear my eldest. I had went into the bathroom and emptied
everything that I had last night from my stomach. Right now wasn't the time
for me to get sick. I can't believe it. After I threw up, I went straight
to the sink and washed my face. I was starting to feel a little woozy in
the head, and I assumed that it was because I wasn't awake all the
way. That wasn't really helping. I moved away from the sink and went right
back to the kitchen where the kids where. I was having a hard time
balancing myself the whole way. I really didn't want my kids to see that.

"Mom, you okay," Ryan asked concerned. Ryan hasn't seen me like this and he
really gets worried. If Wyatt's not around then its Ryan who worried about
me a lot. Being the eldest, that's how he feels. Its his job to protect the
family when his dad is away.

"Yeah I'm fine, buddy," I lied. I really wasn't. I felt like I had morning
sickness for some reason, and that really doesn't happen unless I'm
pregnant. That wouldn't be right, though because Richard is only a year old
and Patty is born when he is two, so I know that couldn't be the case.

Right then Wyatt had entered the kitchen. He had really worked up an
appetite being in the shower and smelling the food all the way up
there. His hair was still a little wet, but he wasn't going to take all
that time, trying to dry it off. He was hungry right now and he needed food
real bad, and he wanted to get his share before the kids and I ate it all
up.

Wyatt saw me still cooking. He thought he'd surprise me. Slowly he tip toed
up behind me and grabbed me from behind causing me to jump a little. Wyatt
then kissed me on the cheek. "Morning beautiful," Wyatt said.

"Morning Wyatt," I replied a little weak.

"Feeling alright," he asked feeling that I wasn't my normal self, just by
my voice.

"Mom threw up," Ryan blurted out.

"What?" Wyatt said, turning me around so that I was facing him.

"Ryan," I gritted through my teeth.

"Is this true," Wyatt asked concerned. He couldn't believe that he had to
hear this from his son before he heard it from me. That hurt him a little,
but the blond quickly hid it.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Do you need me to heal you babe," he offered.

"No, Wyatt, I'm fine," I replied.

"Are you sure, because I mean I could take you to see dad since he use to
be a doctor, if you're not feeling well," Wyatt pressed on. He really
didn't want me, the love of his life sick. At least not now, with
everything going on.

"I'm sure I'll be okay," I told him.

"Okay," Wyatt said. He knew that I was lying. Right now he just wanted to
carry me back up to the bed kicking and screaming and make me stay there
until I felt better, but he knew that would only make things worse right
now. Wyatt just went and sat at the table with the kids and began eating
breakfast. "So, Evans, ready to go to the manor," he asked.

I turned around and took in a deep breath. "Um..yeah..I wanted to talk you
about that," I told him. "I was hoping that maybe I could meet you at the
manor a little later on."

"Sure," he nodded. "Where you going," he asked.

"Well I was uh...hoping to meet up with an old friend for lunch today, and
I was hoping to take Patience with me," I explained. I was shaking a
little. Wyatt hasn't snapped yet, but he will if he here's the whole story,
and that's why I'm trying to edge around it so he won't have a problem with
it.

"Do I know this friend," he asked.

"You know of him, but you really don't know him know him," I stated. I
looked at the clock to see that it was almost 11:30 and I was suppose to be
meeting the guy at 12:00. I know I just had breakfast, but I really wasn't
trying to get something to eat, I just wanted to go talk to the guy about
the Warlock brothers that my mom had told me about. "Wow, look at the time,
I think I'd better get going," I said grabbing some bacon. "Come on
Patience, time to go," I headed for the door.

"Chris, stop right there!" Wyatt demanded in his serious voice. I could do
nothing but freeze where I was. I knew he was probably anger, and if a
demon shimmered in right now, it would regret the day it was born. "What is
this friend's name," Wyatt asked.

"Its...," I started.

"Turn around and look at me in the face when I'm talking to you," he
said. He knew that I could never lie to him to his face, but if my back was
turned that would be a different story.

I turned around and looked at my husband, and stared into his blue eyes. I
knew I better not lie. Our relationship is built around trust and I don't
want him to think that he can't trust me. Even if it is something that I
know he's not going to approve of.

I took in one big deep breath. I was really going to need it for what was
about to go down. "John," I muttered, but it was clear enough for Wyatt to
hear. I really wanted to punch myself in the face for letting that out.

"John!" Wyatt exclaimed.

"Wyatt, let me explain," I started, but was cut off by a raging Wyatt.

"There's no need to explain anything!" He shouted. "Instead of coming to
the manor to help out with Chris and help find a solution to getting Peter
back, you're going to hang out with you're ex and to make this worse you're
taking our daughter with you!"

"It's not like that Wyatt," I told him. "And first of all, Patience needs
to know who her dad is," I pointed out.

"I'm her dad," Wyatt grunted. "I'm the only father she needs," Wyatt
replied even more angrier.

"That's not the point, Wyatt," I said. "It wouldn't be fair to Patience and
John if they didn't know each other," I stated. I remember all those
stories Piper told me of how Wyatt would scare all other men away so that
she couldn't have another guy except for Leo, so I feel that since Wyatt
got to know his dad, despite all the guys that Piper had around, Patience
should know John. "And I'm not just going for Patience, I was going to find
out some stuff about the Warlock brother," I said to him.

"How can that mortal help," Wyatt hissed.

"First of all, he chose to be mortal, and I don't appreciate the way you're
saying that, and second he use to be the Source of all Evil, so I'm pretty
sure he's probably had some run ins with them before," I explained. "Look,
Wyatt," I said as I started moving closer towards him. "I understand that
you don't want me being around him, considering all the stuff that he's put
us through, but I just don't want Patience to grow up, and then not have
her father in her life, I mean imagine how you would feel if you never got
to know dad," I asked him. I came up and wrapped my arms around his neck
and kissed him on the cheek. "So come on, I promise nothing bad will
happen."

Wyatt nodded. He knew that he could trust me. Heck I was telling him the
truth right now as we speak, knowing how he was going to react. "Alright,"
he said giving in. "I trust you babe," he said. "And I would hope that you
wouldn't consider me any less of Patience's father, because I'm not
biologically her father," Wyatt questioned.

"No, I don't," I told him. "Patience understands that she has two fathers,"
I stated to him. "John might be there in her life, but no one can take the
place of you, and you know that."

"If he tries anything, make sure to call me," Wyatt said.

"Wyatt, you said it yourself that he's mortal now, so what could he do, I
mean he has no powers," I pointed out.

"I still don't trust the guy," Wyatt shook his head. "Knowing him, he'd put
sleeping pills in your drink and take you away," Wyatt gritted through his
teeth getting more angry thinking about it.

"Okay babe, John might be crazy, but I don't think he's psycho," I
stated. "Now, I've got to get going, but I'll call you and Chris when I
find out something," I told him. "Come on Patience," I said grabbing her
hand.

"Be careful," Wyatt exclaimed.

"I will," I said walking out the door along with Patience. I guided
Patience back over to my car, and put her in the front of the car. That was
a big relief for me since I didn't have seven kids all fighting to be in
the front of the car. I made sure that she was all buckled up before

"Where are we going mom," Patience asked.

"To see your dad," I answered her.

"Isn't daddy inside the house," she asked.

"Yeah, but we're going to go see your other dad," I told her.

When Patience and I had gotten there, I could see John sitting with two
boys who were twins. They must be his sons. I could tell that they were
younger than Patience, and they looked to be about Patty's age. I wasn't
too sure about it though. I walked over to the table where John was, with
Patience holding my hand. I could tell that she was a little shy about
being around them. I don't think it was John she was scared to be around, I
just think its, the two boys, because she's seen John plenty of times, and
knows him as here dad, but she has never seen those other two boys there
before.

"Chris," John said looking up to see that I was there.

"Hey John," I replied.

John quickly got out of his chair and pulled me into a tight hug. I'm just
glad Wyatt isn't here right now or else John would be dead. I hope he isn't
somewhere spying on me, since he said that he could trust me and its not
like I'm kissing him.

"Its good to see you friend," John whispered. He finally let go of
my. "Come on have a seat," he pleaded.

I did what John said, and took a seat across from him, but it was going to
be next to Patience and the twins.

"Hey baby girl," John said picking up his little angel. He held her for
awhile. Its been a week and it feels like forever for John. He really loves
the girl and it was hard for him to give her up in the first place, but he
knew he had to do it for her safety.

"Hi daddy," Patience replied wrapping her arms around his neck.

"How's my little girl been," he asked.

"Good," she said.

Having said that, John put Patience back down on the ground and took his
seat across from me. "Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce you guys," John
said. "Chris, Patience, this is Julius and Julian, Julian and Julius this
is your older sister Patience and well...your cousin Chris, sorry I didn't
tell you about them the first time we met, but Faith and John Jr. are with
Tyler visiting his parents in Texas," he said.

"Nice to meet you guys," I said shaking both of their hands.

John knew that I was here about something important and he really didn't
want to talk about it in front of the kids. Demons and magic isn't
something that they should be talking about. At least not until they're
sixteen. The boys might be half demon, but they still shouldn't be talking
about that.

"Hey, why don't you guys go and play some games in the arcade, and give me
and Chris a chance to talk," John suggested.

"Okay," all of them said.

"Here you go," John said handing them, what looked like a million
quarters. It sure was going to keep them busy for awhile. It really didn't
matter, because John needed as much time to talk with me as he could
get. Once they were gone and out of sight and into the arcade John began to
smile. "She's beautiful," he stated. "I can see that she's being well taken
care of," he nodded. "I don't regret my decision, leaving her with you,
because it looks like that was the best thing for her," he sighed.

"John, she needs you too," I said back. "You're her father," I pointed
out. "I wouldn't say you're doing too bad for yourself," I told him.

"Yeah, I guess, so," he went on. "How's Wyatt," he asked. "I'm pretty sure
he wasn't to happy about you coming here to meet me," John said. He knew
that Wyatt really didn't like him too much, and he knew that Wyatt really
didn't want him around me, which is something John can understand, because
of everything that happened in the past, but Wyatt is going to have to
understand that John is Patience's father, and John wants to be there in
her life, so Wyatt is going to be seeing more of him than he wants to.

"He's good, and yeah he really didn't want me to come," I told him. "How's
your family doing, I mean since I really haven't met the whole bunch," I
stated. "I would like to meet the rest of your family someday."

"Don't worry, you will," he said.

"You know," I said thinking. "Speaking of family, have you ever thought
about coming and visiting us," I asked.

"What do you mean," he questioned.

"Well technically, you're Aunt Phoebe's child, so that would make you apart
of our family, so you should come by the manor to visit," I suggested.

John thought about it for a moment. I was right, but he couldn't. Not after
all that the family has heard about him, and seen what he's done. That
would be wrong for him to just walk in and want to try to make something
with them. They seem to have lived a good time without him so they can
continue to do so.

"No thanks," he said.

"Why not," I said. "I mean you're just as much apart of the family as
anyone," I told him.

"I just can't, Evans," he said. "How is my mom anyway," he asked.

"She's good," I told him. "I bet you didn't know though, that you had three
younger sisters," I told him.

"What? Wow," he said surprised. "What are their names?"

"Peyton, Phoenix, and Pagan," I answered. "Yeah, the whole family of girls
have P names, so yeah," I told him. "And then there's our cousins, Henry
Jr., Melinda, and Primrose, and well technically Wyatt and Chris are your
cousins too," I told him.

"I never knew we had such a big family," John smiled.

"Yeah, we do," I told him. "So come on, why don't you come be a part of
that," I asked again.

"Chris, I don't want to talk about it," John said again. "Now please, lets
not bring it up again, lets get to the real meaning of why you're here," he
said changing the subject.

I really wanted to pursue the whole matter with the family, but I knew I
shouldn't keep trying to pressure him. He should come on his own terms and
not be forced into something that he doesn't want.

"John, I need you to tell me everything you know about the Warlock
brothers," I said simply.

John nearly gasped for breath. He never thought he would talk about
them. Words can't describe how he really feels about them. Being the Source
of All Evil and knowing just about all demons, darklighters, and warlocks
wasn't everything. Especially when you know some of the most powerful
warlocks in the Underworld and on Earth.

"Those guys are dangerous," John stated. "Why would you want to know about
them," he questioned.

"Because the Angel of Destiny took Peter away, and the only way for us to
get him back is to face the Warlock brothers," I told him.

"Good luck with that," John stated. "The warlock brothers are the most
powerful warlocks in the Underworld. No demon or witch has ever tried to
take them on and lived to tell the tell. When I was the Source, I really
never had to face them, but my henchmen would always warn me about them
just in case they'd try to attack."

"So how do I find them," I questioned.

"Trust me, you'll know them when you see them," John nodded. "Hey Chris, I
want to ask you a favor."

"Sure, what," I asked.

"I was hoping that I could keep Patience for the weekend, you know so she
could meet the rest of the family," John asked.

"Of course you can keep her for the weekend," I told him. "I mean she's
your daughter too, and you have just as much right to her as I do," I
pointed out to him. He was the one who saved both her, and Ryan from the
demon wasteland so he did have a right to take her anytime he wanted to.

Next thing I knew, I heard a woman screaming. I turned around to see a man,
who was about my age taking her purse. That wasn't something that you would
see in this city everyday. I found this quiet unusual. The man quickly ran
out of the restaurant ignoring all the screaming that the woman was doing.

"John, watch Patience, I'll be right back," I told him. John nodded. I
immediately ran out of the restaurant and followed after that man. I
couldn't just let him take that woman's purse and get away with it. The guy
was pretty fast, but he wasn't fast enough. I chased him all the way into
an alley. I knew he was going t be trapped then. "Hold it right there you
asshole," I shouted at him.

The guy immediately stopped and turned around and looked at me with and
angry face. "What did you just call me," he gritted through his teeth. Next
thing two other men shimmered in behind him. They both looked like maybe
one or two years younger than the guy and they looked a little bit like
him. I would say that there brothers. "I told you two to wait for me back
in the Underworld," he said to them.

"Sorry," they both said.

"Now," he said towards me. "Do you want to repeat what you just called me,"
he conjuring up an energy ball.

"You're a warlock!" I stated.

"Wow, I'm surprised a mortal, knows what we are," he said to the guys
standing next to him. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Trey, this is
Tristan, and Thomas, and we're called the warlock brothers," he
smirked. "The most powerful warlocks that you will ever met, and the last
thing you will see before you die," with that said he hurled an energy ball
my way.

I somehow levitated in the air, and dodged it. Luckily I remembered how to
use Richard's power and levitated back down to the ground. I would have
wondered how I am able to use that power, but then again, right now I'm in
front of the Warlock brothers and right now I don't even have Wyatt and
Chris with me. I'm screwed.

The guy in the middle squinted his eyes and all of a sudden a pipe came
right at me. "PIPE," I shouted and orbed it right back there way.

The Warlock brother named Tristan quickly raised his hands and froze it
right there. He must be like Wyatt, and I'm assuming from the way that Trey
squinted his eyes, he was like me, and that would leave Thomas to be like
Chris. I can't believe they have powers like we do.

"So, you're a witch," Trey smirked. "The more fun for us," he said. He
waved his hand and a big truck came my way.

I quickly waved my hands and sent the truck another place. Tristan took
that as an opportunity to raise his hands and try to blow me up. Luckily he
missed, and hit a trashcan that was behind me. I quickly moved out of the
way. Seeing that I was too busy dodging Tristan, Thomas took this as an
opportunity to make his move. He levitated in the air and sent and electric
wave at me. It missed, but he wasn't going to give up. He then sneaked up
right behind me so now I was surrounded by all of them on all three
sides. In front of me was Trey, on my right side was Tristan and to my left
was Thomas.

"Look like its the end of the line for you, witch," Trey smirked. Trey
waved his hand and sent another pipe my way.

Tristan quickly lifted his hands, aiming for when he was going to blow me
up, while Thomas shot another jolt of electric energy at me.

I looked around seeing that I wouldn't be able to dodge all those
attacks. I guess it was the end. I couldn't believe that I had failed my
brothers. I closed my eyes and waited for all of the attacks to hit me at
once, but I felt nothing. I heard the brother's gasp. I opened my eyes to
see that a big yellow shield was around my stomach. I was pregnant with
Penelope.



Dun, Dun Dun! So I decided to skip the introduction lecture and just let
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