A/n: I'M BACK! Sorry about the long wait, school has held me back from doing any writing at all. I'll try to keep this as up to date as possible, but it maybe not be until the summer that I can really establish a story. So, hopefully you'll all stick with me until then:)
To bring you up to speed:
I Think I Love You: Piper has had a crush on Leo, one of her good friends, for as long as she can remember. During their junior year of high school, Leo moves away. Over the summer, Leo comes back for a visit, and Piper shares how she feels about him. But someone doesn't want Piper and Leo together and tears them apart. Will they ever get back together?
How Am I Supposed to Love You: About 6 years after Piper and Leo are taken away from each other. Piper gets a job as an actress on a new soap opera, "How Am I Supposed to Love You?" And to her surprise, she discovers that her love interest on the show is none other than…
"WAH!" Piper Wyatt, who was asleep in a rocking chair, jumped up and rushed across and into the refurbished closet, which was now a nursery. "Shhhh, it's okay, honey. Mommy's here." Piper picked up her 3-month old daughter and cradled her in her arms, rocking back and forth.
"Piper," Leo Wyatt, Piper's husband, spoke as he leaned against the doorway. "Go to sleep. I'll take care of the baby. You're running yourself too hard." "I can take care of it, Leo!" Piper snapped, her tiredness making her moody.
"Piper, you haven't gotten a wink of sleep since we came up. The doctors said that everything should be fine now. She's as healthy as she can be." "But she isn't perfectly healthy! I can't almost lose her again, Leo!"
Piper and Leo stared at each other for a while, their minds wandering back to the two months of living in the NICU. Along with being premature, the baby had been born with premature apnea, where she stopped breathing occasionally.
The second she had been born the doctors had taken the baby away and put her in a ventilator. There she had stayed after she was diagnosed, wires hooked up to her body and an alarm that either was a false alarm or was for real.
Tears crept into Piper's eyes and she resisted the urge to hold her baby tighter. She knew the image of her baby lying in that ventilator would haunt her forever, and the emotional distress would scar her for life.
"There, you got her back to sleep," Leo noted quietly. "Lay her down and come to bed. If she cries, I'll get up and see to her. You can't keep staying up all night, Piper. You're going to hurt yourself soon."
Piper looked into the face of her daughter, then slowly lowered her back down into the crib. She double and triple checked the home apnea monitor the doctors had sent them home with, which always kept track of the baby's breathing rate and chest movement.
Piper started to walk away from the crib, but she couldn't get herself to move. Once again, her baby was in wires. Leo walked up behind Piper and wrapped his arms around her comfortingly. "She's going to be okay," he whispered.
"I know she is," Piper replied, leaning back into her husband. "I just can't stop worrying." "We just have to have faith, Pipes," Leo said. "Worrying isn't going to make her any better. "Piper nodded in agreement, then closed her eyes and started nodding off.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." Piper willingly let Leo lead her out of the nursery and crawled into bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was fast asleep.
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"Piper? Leo?" Phoebe called as she and Rose, Piper and Leo's oldest daughter, stepped into the manor. "In the kitchen," Piper answered. Rose ran through the hall into the kitchen and attached herself to the first leg she saw, which happened to be her father's.
"Hey, muffin!" Leo greeted, picking his daughter up and hugging her. "Did you have fun at Aunt Phoebe's?" "Yeah!" Rose answered, nodding her head vigorously. "But I missed you."
"Oh, we missed you too, sweetie!" Piper agreed, getting up from the table and taking her daughter out of her husband's arms. "Were you a good girl?" "Of course, mommy!" "Really?" Piper asked her younger sister. "Yeah, totally." Phoebe answered. "She's a great kid."
A cry from upstairs alerted the family the baby was up. Piper started to put Rose on the floor, but Leo gave her a look. "I got it, remember?" Leo said. Piper rolled her eyes, but smiled and nodded.
"You hungry, muffin?" Piper asked. "Yeah!" Rose exclaimed. "Pancakes!" Piper set Rose in a chair at the table and started moving around the kitchen for ingredients. "You want anything?"
"I could never turn down some of your pancakes, Pipes," Phoebe responded. "I'll take that as a yes." Piper noted. "So, have you guys thought of a name yet for the baby?" Phoebe asked, taking a seat at the table.
"No, we really haven't." Piper answered. "We never got around to thinking about names, and when she came early, we were so worried about losing her, we forgot about names altogether."
"Well, Rose and I started thinking up some last night instead of reading a book." Phoebe explained. "You wanna tell her our idea, honey?" "Yeah!" Rose agreed. "We thought either Madison Danielle or Faith Lynn."
"Oh, wow, those are both great!" Piper exclaimed. "I really like Faith, cuz we've had to put so much faith into her living. But Madison has always been a name I liked…" she paused and smiled at her daughter. "You did a great job picking those!"
"I picked Madison!" Rose announced proudly. "Remember, you told me you were going to name me that? But then you thought of Rose." "That's right! I forgot I told you that." Piper set down the whisk she was mixing the pancake batter with and stared off into space.
"Here's an idea. How about we combine both of them into Madison Faith Wyatt. What do you think?" "You're gonna use my idea?" Rose gasped. "Of course, honey. It's a great idea!" Piper walked over and kissed her daughter on the forehead.
"Piper!" Leo yelled anxiously from upstairs. "Call 911! The baby isn't breathing!"
A/n: Cliff hanger, and its only the first chapter! I'll make it longer next time, I promise. I just wanted to reintroduce you to everything. Let me know what you thought.