Disclaimer: I don't own Piper or Leo, but I do own Amelia and Nick, their kids from one of my series of fanfiction.

This is just a short vignette I started a long time back and finished after the season finale, to get me some Leo action. (oh, that sounded wrong.)

"Daddy! Daddy wake up!"

I groaned and rolled over to see my five-year-old son looking at me with his mother's brown eyes.

"What is it, Nicholas?"

"I wanna play catch! You promised today we'd play all day if I passed my colors test! And I got a hun'erd. So we gotta play!"

Beside me Piper giggled.

"You did promise, Daddy," she teased.

"Okay," I sighed, swinging my legs out from under the covers and getting to my feet.

"Let Daddy get dressed, Nick, and then we'll go."

"Yay! I'm gonna go tell Sissy!" he cried, running out of the room in his baseball pajamas.

"You're such a good daddy," Piper laughed, beckoning me over after I'd dressed and giving me a gentle kiss. "Now go play catch!"

I laughed and went to meet Nick downstairs.

"'Morning, Daddy," Nick's older sister Amelia greeted from her place in the living room. "Going to play catch with Nick?"

"Yeah," I told my ten-year-old daughter, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "See you later."

"Have fun," she said, sarcasm heavy in her voice.

~*~*~

My glove was sitting on the table ready to go and outside I could hear the thud of leather on leather as Nick threw the ball up and down on his own in the back yard. I slipped my glove on and went out to play.

Nick was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt, a ragged navy baseball cap sitting atop his brown hair. He was blessed with his mother's eyes and hair, as well as her warm smile. But his attitude, that was all his own.

"Hey Daddy, catch!" He threw the ball underhand and it landed firmly in my glove.

"Nice throw, buddy. See if you can catch this one," I praised, throwing one gently overhand.

We fell into a nice pattern, only faltering sometimes and usually on my turn. Then one accidentally flew over his head.

"Oops!" he giggled. "I'll get it."

I grinned at him as he opened his hand. The ball disappeared in white- blue lights and then reappeared in his outstretched hand.

"You like that power, don't you?"

"Yep," he giggled, tossing the ball again.

~*~*~

About an hour later Piper appeared at the back door.

"How about you guys come in and have some breakfast?" she grinned.

"Pancakes?!" Nick cried, running to her and giving her a warm hug.

"Nope, waffles."

"Same thing," I laughed, following him in, stopping to give Piper a warm kiss on the cheek.

"Nicholas Victor, take that hat off in the house," Piper scolded. He removed it quickly, mumbling an apology and slipping into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. His All Stars kicked against the table leg as he waited for his breakfast.

"Ames! Want some breakfast?" my wife called into the living room.

"Nah, I had some breakfast when I woke up. I can't eat this close to basketball practice," came the answer.

I grinned.

"Speaking of which, boys, I need to drop Amelia off at practice in a half hour. Will you two go to the grocery store for me?"

I choked on the waffle she'd laid before me and managed, "What?"

She laughed. "Oh Leo, you'll be fine. Nick knows where everything is and you'll have a list. I promise, you'll survive." She came up behind me and whispered in my ear. "Please. You'll get a reward."

I caved. "What do you say, Nick?"

"Yep yep. We got it," he happily chirped as his mama cut his waffle for him.

"Then I guess we'll help Mama out."

~*~*~

"Okay. Milk?"

"Check," Nick chirped, looking into the cart.

"Bread?"

"That, too," Nick said. "Daddy, we got everything on the list 'cept one."

"What's that?"

"More mandrake."

I internally groaned. "Where can we find that, Nick?"

"China Town," Nicholas grinned, pulling his hat down further on his head to avoid my exasperated look.

"Mandrake isn't on the list, Nicholas," I told him, checking the list over again.

"It isn't?" he asked, pushing the bill off of his face and poking his head between my arms to read the list that was balanced precariously on the cart. "But Mama and me used it all yesterday."

"Nick, is this just an excuse to go to China Town?"

"No!" Nick cried, his big brown eyes widening and a look of hurt forming across his face. "Mama said we needs it!"

I sighed, looking down at him as he turned his puppy dog face up at me. "Okay. Check out, then China Town."

He smiled widely and began to push the cart, throwing all of his weight into it.

"Let me get that, little man," I laughed, helping him push it along.

~*~*~

After hours of being utterly lost in China Town, we picked up some mandrake root and headed home in Piper's Jeep. Nicholas sat in the back seat, whistling with the radio. It was old junk from the turn of the century, but Nick absolutely adored it. I sometimes had to wonder what planet he came from. Amelia vocalized that question often. Nick's response was always the same. "Pluto."

We pulled up into the driveway and I helped Nick out of the car.

"Go tell your mom we need some help with the groceries."

"No! I can do it!" he objected, closing his eyes and pointing from the back of the Jeep to inside the house. The bags disappeared from the back, but whether or not they made it to their destination remained to be seen.

"Nicholas! Stop scaring me like that!" Amelia's cry came from the porch as she opened the front door. "I was telling Mama about my awesome play when the groceries suddenly land on my head!"

Nick covered his mouth and giggled.

"You're good," I laughed, hitting the bill of his baseball cap so it went down to his nose. "Now apologize."

"Sorry Amelia!" Nick cried.

"Oh, it's fine," Amelia sighed. She was dressed for basketball practice and had her dirty blonde hair pulled off of her neck in a sweaty ponytail. As we passed her to go into the house, Nick held his nose and waved the air in front of him.

"Stinky. Take a shower."

Amelia opened her mouth to object and raised her hand to hit her brother when she caught a whiff of herself. "Nicholas is right. I'll be upstairs." She took off up the stairs, in hopes that one of her aunts wasn't using the shower and then she'd have to take a cold one downstairs.

"You boys were gone an awfully long time," Piper smiled. "Did Nick trick you into going to China Town?"

I looked down at my young son, who was grinning up at me with his bright white smile.

"Yes," I said through clenched teeth. "He said you needed some mandrake root."

Piper laughed. "And I did, but there's a store a lot closer than China Town and Nicholas knows that."

Nick merely giggled, removing his hat before his mother could say anything and dashing down the stairs into de-Woogy-fied basement that served as a bedroom that he shared with his sister.

"He got you good," Piper teased, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my chest.

"Yeah, yeah. The kid's from Pluto, what can I say?" I grinned, returning her embrace and thinking that I had to be the most blessed man to ever exist.