It was a route that they hadn't taken before. As soon as Wyatt was old enough, Piper put him in his stroller and they would go on walks. Today she had felt drawn here, to the mausoleum, to the spot where her eldest sister, Prudence Halliwell was "buried".
Two and a half years! It had been that long since Prue died. In many ways Piper still felt guilty. That day Leo could have saved either of them, but he didn't. He chose to save her, because she was his wife.
The guilt of that day never really went away. It was like a slow acid, burning in the back of her mind. Sure, she'd figured out a way to work around it, but it was never completely gone.
"Wyatt, this is your Aunt Prue. Prue, this is your nephew Wyatt." She said, feeling a little silly, but glad to have done it.
"You miss her, don't you?" A strange voice from behind her said.
Instinctively she raised her arms to either blow up or freeze. What she saw in front of her was a man of about thirty five, with dark hair and eyes. Altogether not an unattractive package, Phoebe or Paige would have been all over him in a heartbeat.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Tim, that's an adorable baby you have there." He said, looking down at Wyatt.
"Thank you. I'm sorry, you just startled me. I'm Piper." She said, and shook his proffered hand.
"I don't think I've seen you here before. I come quite a bit. I find it's a rather restful place. No pun intended." He smiled a friendly sort of smile.
Something in Piper told her this was a trustworthy man. Something in his demeanor was somehow familiar though, like she'd met him before, but she couldn't place where.
"Your sister I take it." He said, indicating the plaque.
"Yes, I haven't been here in ages. But I wanted my son to meet his aunt, even if only this way." She said, noticing the look on Wyatt's face that meant he was about to cry.
She picked him up and set him on her hip.
"His father must be so proud to have such a sweet looking child." Tim said, letting Wyatt grab his finger.
"I'm afraid his father is out of the picture, and has been for several months now." Piper said, a twinge of regret entering her voice.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Must be tough raising this little guy by yourself?" Tim said a look of sympathy on his face.
"Oh I'm not alone. I have two sisters, they help a lot. Sometimes I think to the detriment of their own lives." Piper said, wondering why this man seemed so interested.
Suddenly she remembered that she had to be home to interview more magical nannies. Since Leo had taken over the leadership of the Elders, there was one positive effect. There was no limit of interested parties in watching after Wyatt, perhaps it was Leo's way of doing one more thing for them before he lost track of them.
"I have to run; I'm interviewing nannies this afternoon. It was nice meeting you Tim. I hope we can meet up again sometime." She said, putting Wyatt back in the stroller.
"I hope so too, I have a card if you'd like it." He said, rummaging in his jacket pocket.
"Sure, not that I get much time these days, between taking care of this one and trying to run a club." She said, putting Wyatt's sunglasses on him.
"You have a club?" He asked, and handed her the card, which she pocketed without looking at.
"Yes, have you heard of P3?" She asked, starting to wheel the stroller away.
"I think I have, some friends of mine may have mentioned it. Well if you find a good enough nanny and find some time, please don't hesitate to call." He said, following her as far as the steps.
"I will, thank you Tim. Have a nice day." She said, walking quickly away.
Tim silently watched her go, a smile on his face the entire time, and then he looked upward and shimmered away.