Wyatt Halliwell and Family
Summary: AU. Wyatt Halliwell has 7 children and no wife, he just got a divorce from his wife Emma. He lives in San Francisco in his own house away from his family, and he's actually okay with all his children...what happens when he meets that someone who could change his life? Will the kids like her?
Rating: T for language.
Author: ConnorAndCalifornia
Profiles
1.) Wyatt Matthew Halliwell
- Blonde hair and Green eyes
- 27 years old
2.) Melinda "Mel" Jane Halliwell
- Brown hair and Green eyes
- 12 years old
- 1st child of Wyatt and Emma
3.) Prudence "Prue" Marie Halliwell
- Brown hair and Green eyes
- 12 years old
- 2nd child of Wyatt and Emma
4.) Pandora "Dora" Diane Halliwell
- Blonde hair and Blue eyes
- 10 years old
- 3rd child of Wyatt and Emma
5.) Peyton Elizabeth Halliwell
- Brown hair and Green eyes
- 10 years old
- 4th child of Wyatt and Emma
6.) Portia Dawn Halliwell
- Blonde hair and Green eyes
- 8 years old
- 5th child of Wyatt and Emma
7.) Paris Lynn Halliwell
- Brown hair and Blue eyes
- 6 years old
- 6th child of Wyatt and Emma
8.) Christopher "Chris" Peregrine Halliwell
- Brown hair and Blue Green eyes
- 4 years old
- 7th child of Wyatt and Emma
9.) Alyxandria Hannah West
- Brown hair and Brown eyes
- 28 years old
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"Come on guys!" Wyatt screamed and he heard many pairs of feet running down the stairs as 6 girls ran past him, before Chris ran down the stairs with his shirt stuck on his head. Wyatt chuckled and pulled it down for him.
"Thanks daddy." Chris said before he followed his older sisters into the kitchen.
To be honest Wyatt had never pictured himself as the kind of guy to have 7 children, but he had Mel and Prue at 15 and just couldn't stop having them afterwards. Well, until Emma had her tubes tied after Chris was born, she said it was all Wyatt's fault her body looks so crappy and she hates him...then she left.
Wyatt walked into the kitchen and sighed, another day ahead of him.
"Chris no biting." Wyatt said without even looking at him and Chris pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, sitting back in his seat.
"She took my muffin!"
"Did not!" Paris denied
"Uh huh!"
"Stop it you two." Prue sighed, she's the mother of the kids. Paris and Chris constantly bicker since they're the two youngest.
"Yea." Wyatt said sitting down, getting some food and he wolfed it down.
"Ew dad, ew." Mel said and Wyatt smirked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a guy." Wyatt shrugged
"In a house with 6 girls." Dora said
"So?" Wyatt asked
"Girls are stupid." Chris stated and Paris shoved him, so Chris shoved her back. Wyatt took a sip of his orange juice before he stood up, picked Portia up and her plate and walked over to Chris's seat and he put her plate next to Chris and put her on the ground before he picked up Chris's plate and him and sat him in Portia's seat and sat back down and went back to eating.
He learned a while ago it's pointless to tell the two to stop it, they just don't listen.
"Butthead." Paris muttered
"Lint licker!" Chris shrieked
"I moved you two so you would shut up! So shut up!" Wyatt said, not looking up from the newspaper.
"But daddy-"
"No Paris, just don't fight with your brother." Wyatt said
"Dad, we're gonna be late!" Peyton said since it was almost 8:00. Wyatt glanced up and sighed.
"Okay guys, 5 minutes then you need to get into the van," Wyatt said, standing up and he quickly took out 2 lunchboxes, one with a princess and the other with Barbie. He put juice boxes in both and put them on the table. "What am I missing?"
"Other then your mind, your watch." Prue said and Wyatt smiled with a little laugh.
"Thanks," And he jogged up the stairs and returned 3 minutes later. "Okay, let's go!" the kids all got up and grabbed their book bags and for Portia and Paris their lunchboxes as well.
Chris sat in his car seat and buckled himself in as Wyatt got in the drivers seat and Prue sat in the passengers seat.
"Everyone buckled in?" he asked
"Yea!" was the response from all 7.
"Good."
"Stop it!" Chris whined, slapping Paris's hand as she flicked Chris's ear.
"No." Paris said doing it again.
"Paris Lynn Halliwell, stop flicking your brother." Wyatt said as he stopped at a red light.
"Yea!" Chris said, sticking out his tongue and Paris stuck hers out as well.
"You two are so immature." Mel said
"I'm 6." Paris said
"I'm 4!" Chris said, holding up 4 fingers.
"He can't even read yet Mel." Dora said
"Can too!" Chris protested and Portia held his book over the seat so he could see it.
"What's that say?"
"Meanie." Chris pouted and the girls laughed. Then Wyatt pulled up at a school and Prue kissed his cheek before hopping out of car followed by Mel, Dora and Peyton, all saying bye to Wyatt. Then he started driving again.
"Daddy...can we have pizza tonight?" Portia asked
"Sure honey." Wyatt said
"With root beer?" Paris asked
"Yep." Wyatt said with a smile.
"Ice cream?" Chris asked and Wyatt laughed.
"Maybe for dessert." Wyatt said
"O'tay." Chris said
"Okay Chris." Paris said
"That's what I said!" Chris whined
"You said o'tay it's okay." Paris said
"I know it's o'tay." Chris said and Paris slapped her forehead as Portia giggled.
"Daddy, tell him he's saying it wrong." Paris said
"He says okay fine Par." Wyatt said
"Tia, tell him he's saying it wrong." Paris said to Portia.
"Nope." She smirked and Paris scowled and Wyatt pulled up at another building. Chris unbuckled himself and walked to Wyatt's seat and kiss his cheek.
"Bye daddy, you're picking us up right?" Chris asked and Wyatt smiled.
"Of course I am buddy, have fun you 3."
"It's school." Portia said as she got out and she grabbed Chris's hand and entered the school with Paris right behind her.
Wyatt looked at the clock and sighed deeply. He's late for work. He's a journalist at The Bay Mirror, Elise's niece Rachel took her job when Elise passed away in a car accident. Rachel is constantly on Wyatt for being late.
"Shit, I forgot about the meeting." Wyatt thought as he quietly opened the door to the meeting room and got on his hands and knees and crawled to an empty seats as some girls slapped/pinched his ass and some guys tried not to laugh as he crawled near their feet and he slowly and quietly stood up enough to sit down.
"...and Wyatt!" Rachel said, suddenly seeing him with the others.
"Yeah?"
"When did you decide to grace us with your presence?" she asked, sarcastically.
"What are you talking about? I've been here the entire time." Wyatt replied and everyone kept quiet.
"Sure, I'll let it slide this time."
"Okay, whatever." Wyatt shrugged as she went back to talking and the guy next to Wyatt scooted closer to him. "What'd I miss dude?"
"Nothing, she's just been going on and on about unreliable workers."
"I was mentioned a lot wasn't I?" Wyatt asked
"..."
"Dean..."
"Yea."
"I thought so...oh wow, who is that!?" Wyatt asked, eyeing a blonde sitting across the table, she so didn't fit in.
"Back off man, she's Rachel's cousin, Dawn I think...she's 25."
"Hmm, not bad." Wyatt said as he gave her a suggestive smile and she smiled seductively back.
"Wyatt!" Dean hissed
"Oh chill dude." Wyatt said
"How are your seven children?" and Wyatt sighed.
"Way to bring it up, they're fine." Wyatt said as he flirted with Dawn.
"Do you want an eighth?" Dean asked
"No, but come on, I have a condom...I think." Wyatt said
"You think?"
"Back off, I won't be adding a new addition to the family for some time," Wyatt said, "Well...never."
"Not even a wife?" Dean asked
"Nah, it's not me." Wyatt shrugged
"That's why you were married-"
"For 11 months." Wyatt added, since him and Emma got married 3 months before Chris was born and divorced a week after he was born and Emma left with her yoga instructor and Wyatt couldn't help but feel that was too cliché.
"Big deal, you're a dad, you can be a husband you just don't try."
Wyatt sighed and looked at his 34-year-old friend.
"Dude, you're killing me here. You've been married for like what? 16 years?"
"14." Dean said
"Same difference, listen, I can handle kids, I love my kids, but I'm just not the marrying type of guy." Wyatt said
"Wyatt are you paying attention?" Rachel asked
"Yep." Wyatt said
"What did I say?"
"Wyatt are you paying attention." Wyatt repeated and some people chuckled.
"Wyatt, you know I can fire you." Rachel said and Wyatt smirked.
"You can but you won't, people love my articles and you know it." Wyatt said, and she scowled and went back to talking. Wyatt really just writes short little stories, kinda like a comedy thing only in real life and they tend to be about his children and the funny things they do.
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"Wow." Dawn said as her and Wyatt exited the bathroom.
"Yea." Wyatt lied, since Dawn wasn't really all that good like he thought she would be.
"Call me sometime." And she wrote down her number on his hand before kissing him and walking off. Wyatt glanced at the paper before throwing it away and he looked at his watch and cursed before he ran out of the building.
He walked into the parking garage and headed to his car. He pulled up at Portia, Paris, and Chris's school and quickly ran into the building and saw his children sitting in the office.
"Come on." Wyatt said to them shortly.
"Who are you?" the woman behind the desk asked.
"Wyatt Halliwell, I'm their dad."
"Can I see some ID?" she asked and Wyatt rolled his eyes but took out his wallet and his ID and showed them. "Alright, you can leave."
Wyatt put his hand on the back of Chris's head as they left the room and he held the door open for his daughters before they got in the car.
"Where were you!?" Portia asked
"Sorry honey, I got caught up at work." He lied as he drove for his elder children's school.
"Chris was crying." Paris said and Wyatt looked in his mirror at his son who had his head on the cushion of his car seat and he pouted.
"Was not." He said weakly.
"He thought you died." Paris said
"Baby, I'm fine," Wyatt said, feeling bad about being late, he didn't think Chris would assume he was dead. Then he pulled up and Mel, Prue, Dora, and Peyton got in. "Before you ask, I got caught up at work."
"What are you making for supper?" Peyton asked
"That's not very healthy dad." Prue noted
"Fine, Pizza with diet root beer."