"You're the bestest little baby in the word, aren't you?" Piper cooed at her son, who smiled up at her, nestled safely in her arms. Now that she was spending less time taking pictures of Wyatt and more time bonding with him, her role as a mother was becoming more natural. She was enjoying her time with him, basking in the peacefulness she felt when she held him.
"Piper! Paige! Sunroom, now!" Phoebe's bellowing cry startled Piper out of her reverie. "Leo!" Her husband orbed in and took the baby from her. "Go," he instructed.
Piper ran down the stairs and into the sunroom, just as Paige arrived in a swirl of blue orbs. Phoebe was kickboxing a demon, who was stabbing at the air with a dagger. "Dagger!" commanded Paige, and it obligingly orbed into her hand. Phoebe kicked the startled demon and backflipped away as Piper exploded him with a flick of her hands.
"Ah, teamwork. Thanks, guys," Phoebe said, fixing her ponytail.
"Who was that? I didn't recognize him," Paige commented.
"Oh, just a garden-variety Aggravator. Low-level demon. They don't usually have daggers, though. But he didn't offer up any information, and they're not smart enough to be subtle. So I'm guessing this one went out on his own to take on the Charmed Ones. You'd think they'd learn," replied Phoebe.
"We're done here? Good, I'm going back to my room to read," Paige announced. "I'm reading up on some social work journals. Gotta stay sharp, you know. Later, guys."
"And I am going back to my baby," Piper chimed in, already halfway up the stairs, as Phoebe headed toward the kitchen for a late-afternoon cup of coffee.
Walking into the bedroom she shared with her husband, Piper held out her hands for the baby. Leo put Wyatt back in her arms, and gestured for her to sit down on the bed. He sat beside her and said, "Honey, I've been thinking...I think that Wyatt should have his own Whitelighter."
"But Leo, the baby can heal himself, he can orb, and he's got you and Paige too. Why would he need another Whitelighter?"
Leo glanced at her, hurt evident in his eyes. "Is that all you think I do?"
"Oh, Leo --"
"We're not just healers and magical chauffeurs! Whitelighters are spiritual guardians. We guide good witches. Wyatt is incredibly powerful, and he needs someone to guard and guide him, to help him discover how best to use his talents. What if you three are out demon-fighting and Wyatt's under attack at home? He needs a guardian who can always give him undivided attention -- he's important and powerful enough to warrant a Whitelighter with no other charges. And as he's growing up, don't you think he'll want someone to talk to about magic -- someone who doesn't live in this house?"
"Leo, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, okay? I know you do a lot more than heal and orb. But when did you come up with this idea?" Piper glanced at her husband, who had risen from the bed in mid-rant to pace around the bedroom.
"Well, actually...'They' thought of it --"
"Leo!"
"-- but Piper, I agree with them! I think they're right. They ARE right sometimes, you know."
Piper sighed. "Alright. Has someone already been assigned?"
Leo smiled. "Yes. It was the Elders' suggestion, and I think you'll approve." His expression changed. "They're calling me. I'll see you later, okay?" He kissed Wyatt, then Piper, and orbed out.
Piper wondered at Leo's comment that she would approve of the Elders' choice of Whitelighter, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. He couldn't mean -- he couldn't possibly mean -- it had to be...
"Um, guys?" Phoebe's voice again cut off Piper's mental wanderings. "I think we have an innocent."
"Piper! Paige! Sunroom, now!" Phoebe's bellowing cry startled Piper out of her reverie. "Leo!" Her husband orbed in and took the baby from her. "Go," he instructed.
Piper ran down the stairs and into the sunroom, just as Paige arrived in a swirl of blue orbs. Phoebe was kickboxing a demon, who was stabbing at the air with a dagger. "Dagger!" commanded Paige, and it obligingly orbed into her hand. Phoebe kicked the startled demon and backflipped away as Piper exploded him with a flick of her hands.
"Ah, teamwork. Thanks, guys," Phoebe said, fixing her ponytail.
"Who was that? I didn't recognize him," Paige commented.
"Oh, just a garden-variety Aggravator. Low-level demon. They don't usually have daggers, though. But he didn't offer up any information, and they're not smart enough to be subtle. So I'm guessing this one went out on his own to take on the Charmed Ones. You'd think they'd learn," replied Phoebe.
"We're done here? Good, I'm going back to my room to read," Paige announced. "I'm reading up on some social work journals. Gotta stay sharp, you know. Later, guys."
"And I am going back to my baby," Piper chimed in, already halfway up the stairs, as Phoebe headed toward the kitchen for a late-afternoon cup of coffee.
Walking into the bedroom she shared with her husband, Piper held out her hands for the baby. Leo put Wyatt back in her arms, and gestured for her to sit down on the bed. He sat beside her and said, "Honey, I've been thinking...I think that Wyatt should have his own Whitelighter."
"But Leo, the baby can heal himself, he can orb, and he's got you and Paige too. Why would he need another Whitelighter?"
Leo glanced at her, hurt evident in his eyes. "Is that all you think I do?"
"Oh, Leo --"
"We're not just healers and magical chauffeurs! Whitelighters are spiritual guardians. We guide good witches. Wyatt is incredibly powerful, and he needs someone to guard and guide him, to help him discover how best to use his talents. What if you three are out demon-fighting and Wyatt's under attack at home? He needs a guardian who can always give him undivided attention -- he's important and powerful enough to warrant a Whitelighter with no other charges. And as he's growing up, don't you think he'll want someone to talk to about magic -- someone who doesn't live in this house?"
"Leo, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, okay? I know you do a lot more than heal and orb. But when did you come up with this idea?" Piper glanced at her husband, who had risen from the bed in mid-rant to pace around the bedroom.
"Well, actually...'They' thought of it --"
"Leo!"
"-- but Piper, I agree with them! I think they're right. They ARE right sometimes, you know."
Piper sighed. "Alright. Has someone already been assigned?"
Leo smiled. "Yes. It was the Elders' suggestion, and I think you'll approve." His expression changed. "They're calling me. I'll see you later, okay?" He kissed Wyatt, then Piper, and orbed out.
Piper wondered at Leo's comment that she would approve of the Elders' choice of Whitelighter, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. He couldn't mean -- he couldn't possibly mean -- it had to be...
"Um, guys?" Phoebe's voice again cut off Piper's mental wanderings. "I think we have an innocent."