I'm back with my sequel to Boarding School Hell and bring a few more problems to the table, thougth can't tell you what since, you know, future consequences.

Anyway, I'm sure you don't need telling what its about, if you've read Boarding School Hell, and if you haven't read it, it may be a good idea to read that first since this may confuse you slightly.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Charmed or their characters, but I do own my own characters like Patty, Holly, Hannah...blah blah blah, oh and Elizabeth.

Wedding Nightmares

Wyatt was looking at himself in the mirror. In exactly 2 hours, 23 minutes and 17 seconds he was going to be a married man, and he never thought he would be so nervous. Surely the whole proposal thing would be more nervewracking, but nope, this was definitely at the top of his list.

He took another look at his watch, it had only been 22 seconds since he last checked, why would time not go faster? Not that he wanted it over and done with, but because he wanted to see his loving husband to be. That's right, Wyatt was marrying a man, and not just any man, it was going to be the love of his life, his roommate from boarding school, the father of his daughter, Christopher Victor Perry.

The Halliwell smiled as he thought of his lover. For the past three years and nine months they had been together, and ok they had a little break in their first year together, but he was not going to count that. He was madly in love, hence why he proposed nine months ago…nine months, had they really been engaged that long? It only seemed like yesterday since he popped the question on their third anniversary. He was so nervous that night, but it had all paid off, Chris had said yes and they had gone back to Piper's house to tell her and Leo the good news.

Three year old Elizabeth was asleep by the time they had gotten home for the restaurant, so they had to wait until the next morning to share the news with her, but as soon as they did, she was jumping for joy – mainly because she would get to wear a pretty dress and pretty shoes and have Auntie Prue do her hair, and Auntie Phoebe do her makeup, she was going to be allowed to wear makeup – she was happy. In fact, she was that happy she had not stopped asking them when she was going to get to wear this pretty dress, and to find out it was nine months away broke her little heart. That was way too far away.

Speaking of Elizabeth, Wyatt felt someone tugging at his trouser leg and looked down to find her cute little face looking up at him, with the biggest smile in the world. Her long dark blonde hair was still in a pony tail, ready to be put up. She was going to be one of the last people to have her hair done, simply because she would mess it up if she had to sit for another two hours with it up. She had also not put her dress on, since she would probably get something down it. Elizabeth had however had her makeup done, and that was what she had come into show her daddy.

"Look, daddy." She smiled, showing also that there was still a gap in the front of her teeth, where she had fallen over a few months ago and accidentally knocked it out.

"Have you shown Papa?" Wyatt asked, but the little girl shook her head, "And why not?"

"Holly said not to go in," Lizzie explained to her father, her voice soft, "And Grandma said he can see later. So, I showed-ed you."

"Well lets have a closer look shall we," Wyatt stated, picking his daughter up as he perched on the bed with her. He was actually in his room at the manor, and it had been years since he had just simply perched on the bed. Nothing had really changed since the two lovers moved out, Piper always said that he would have a place to come back to if something did not work out, but he had been happy where he was living with Chris, them both raising Elizabeth, sure they had some hard times, but they could not have been happier.

"Hey," Wyatt called out as he stepped through the front door of their house and made his way into the living room, "Chris…?" Everything seemed quiet, a little too quiet for his liking, especially when his boyfriend and one-year-old daughter were somewhere around the house. Were they somewhere around the house? Had Chris taken her out for ice-cream or something? No, surely not when he knew Wyatt was due home sometime like now, "Chris?"

"Up here!" A faint voice called from up the stairs, it was definitely his lover's but something told him that something was wrong. He made his way up the stairs and called out Chris' name again, "Bathroom."

Stepping into the room, Wyatt could not help but laugh to see Chris trying to give Elizabeth a bath, although by the looks at it, Chris needed a bath too.

"What's happened?" Wyatt asked, looking at his daughter, who's blue eyes shone as she saw her daddy.

"YOUR daughter," Chris usually started that way, if she had done something silly or naughty, usually it was something silly, and he only ever meant it in jest, "Decided to attack me with the paint while we were doing some paintings."

"You were painting?" Wyatt instantly thought decorating for some reason.

"Painting by numbers," Chris did not look amused as Lizzie slashed the water again, catching both the lovers this time, "Lizzie, sweetie, c'mon. Let me get this paint out of your hair.

"Let me give you a hand," Wyatt laughed, picking up the shampoo and starting to lather up his baby girl's dark blonde locks. She scrunched up her face, this was one bit of baths she hated, usually when Wyatt did it, he got the shampoo in her eyes, if it was Chris, he was more gentle. To show her dislike, Lizzie splashed the water again, solely in Wyatt's direction and then she giggled to see his eyes close at it, "Thanks for that."

Elizabeth giggled again, to which had Chris laughing.

"You find that funny do you?" Wyatt looked to his lover to see him nod his head. To get him back, Wyatt put his hand in the water and splashed some of it at Chris, and laughed. Elizabeth, finding this game fun, copied her daddy and did not stop until Chris backed away from the water now soaking wet.

Wyatt could not help but smile when he thought about that. Most bathtimes would turn out like that when Elizabeth was so young.

"Why are you laughing, daddy?" Elizabeth wondered whether she had done something silly, she was often doing something that had either her daddy or her papa laughing at her. They would always tell her she would understand when she was older, and she hated that, why could she not understand now.

"I'm just thinking that's all." Wyatt looked into his daughter's soft blue eyes, the same eyes that he had. There was not much that came across to say Elizabeth's mother was Wyatt's ex-girlfriend. Caitlin had naturally brown hair with greeny-hazel eyes, but Elizabeth, just like Wyatt had blonde hair and blue eyes.

"When can I put my pretty dress on?" Lilbet, as Wyatt had nicknamed her, asked, now climbing off her father's knee.

"Later, sweetie," Wyatt explained, "Why don't you go and see Grandpa?"

"Do you not want me in here?" the three-year-old had a frown on her face, slightly hardening her soft features.

"Of course I do, but daddy has to get ready too." After all, Wyatt was not yet in his tux, he was still in his sweats and a T-shirt, since he had only just climbed out of the shower. He was actually glad he was not a girl, since they had all been getting ready for the past three hours it almost felt like, but then again there were seven of his cousins, three aunts, his mother and his daughter that all had to have their hair and make-up done. He actually felt sorry for his two aunts who seemed to do all the work, especially his Aunt Prue who was doing everybody's hair to make everything perfect, not only for Wyatt and Chris' sake, but also for Elizabeth, since this was going to be something she would remember forever, her two dads getting married.

"I'll go see Papa." Elizabeth nodded her head, understanding that this was all important for her daddy, Grandma had told her that, so she would not pester him for too long.

"Ok," Wyatt nodded, walking with her to the door, "And then go see Auntie Prue to do your hair, ok?"

"What about my dress?"

"You can put that on in a little while," Wyatt answered her, "Ask Auntie Prue whether she wants you to put it on before or after she does your hair." Elizabeth nodded, pretending she understood everything she had been told and ran down the hallway to her Uncle Parker's room, where her Papa was getting ready.

Wyatt watched his three-year-old daughter with a complacent smile. He could not imagine his life getting any better than this, he had a loving, soon-to-be husband and a beautiful daughter, what could be better?

Meanwhile, Chris was stood in the bedroom of his lover's brother, putting gel into his chocolate locks to make them perfect at the same time as talking to Wyatt's younger cousin, Holly. Even though Holly was almost four years younger than the Perry, she and Chris always got along really well.

"You excited?" Holly asked, sitting on Parker's bed as she watched Chris do his hair. Chris looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled, he could not believe how much she had grown up in the past nearly four years, when he first met her she was so quiet and shy, constantly in her twin sister's shadow, but now Chris could never shut her up, but he did notice she was only like this around him and Wyatt, never around anybody else.

"I can't wait," he nodded with a smile, "How do I look?"

"Perfect." The 18-year-old girl stated in a matter-of-fact way. She remembered when she had a crush on Chris, and now, even though she still thought he was hot, that was as far as it went, she knew they would never hook up, he was gay for Pete's sake, and her cousin's fiancé. Chris turned on the stool to look at the mousy haired girl and tilted his head.

"Really?"

"Really."

Nothing more was said as there was a knock at the door. Holly stood up and answered it, to find Elizabeth standing at the door rocking on her feet with an innocent smile on her face.

"Can I see Papa yet?"

"Let her in, Hol." Chris heard his daughter outside, and they had already stopped her from coming in once, since Chris was panicking slightly over his vows, but now that panic was over and he wanted to see the three-year-old.

Elizabeth ran into the room and climbed onto her Papa's knee.

"Hi Papa." Lizzie smiled up to the Perry, showing him her make-up.

"Ah, Auntie Phoebe's done your make-up then." Chris smiled, as the four-year-old nodded her head.

"Auntie Prue will do my hair later," Lizzie explained to him, "But I want my pretty dress on."

Chris looked at his wrist-watch, this had all that Elizabeth had gone on about since he and Wyatt told her they were getting married, but it was still too early, she was more than likely to get something down herself.

"That will have to be later."

"I'm going to ask Auntie Prue," she saw Chris look at her with raised eyebrows, "Daddy said to."

"Really?" Chris asked, knowing what she was like playing them against each other at times.

"Yeah," Elizabeth nodded, "If I should put my dress on before or after Auntie Prue does my hair." Chris just nodded his head, he was not about to get into a mini-argument two hours before his wedding.

"Ok," he said, "You better go and ask her then."

As Elizabeth ran out of the room, Holly closed the door and sat on the bed.

"She been causing trouble?" the younger twin asked, with a slight smirk on her face.

"What makes you ask that?" the 21-year-old asked with a roll of the eyes.

"I can just tell."

Chris shook his head with a sigh, "She has a tendency to play me and Wyatt against each other, saying one said something so she gets her own way," Chris explained, "But right now, I can't be bothered finding out if Wyatt really did say what she said. But she's three, it's what she's meant to do."

Holly just looked at the brunette and smiled, "So, now the panic over your vows are over, what else is there to panic about."

"A lot!" Chris nodded his head, his green eyes wide, did she have to remind him about the vows? "Like, whether Wyatt is actually going to be there, or whether a certain someone is going to turn up…"

"A certain someone?" The 18-year-old girl looked towards Chris quizzically.

"Caitlin," Chris sighed, even though Chris had the legal rights over Elizabeth, Wyatt's ex-girlfriend had not stopped causing problems here and there, and sometimes her father. They just hoped they would not turn up at any point and cause trouble today, that was the last thing they needed on their wedding day. Chris stood up and made his way to the closet door and check the tux that was hanging up, "Oh, thanks for designing these by the way." He meant both his and Wyatt's, and also the dresses for Elizabeth and Hope. Holly had designed everything, since she wanted to be a designer, and Chris had asked her to do it after seeing some of her designs.

Chris' tux was white, and Wyatt's black, and both had red stitching to them and red bowties and cummerbunds, symbolising their love for each other. They also decided that Wyatt would have a white shirt and Chris a black shirt, almost like a 'ying and yang' style. Elizabeth's dress was a baby pink colour, her favourite, with creamy-white roses along the bottom of it and a creamy-white sash, and pink shoes. Whereas Hope's dress, since she was going to be the ring-bearer, was lilac with the same roses and sash, but in a pure white. Holly had spent hours designing them, making sure the shapes were perfect and what the two lovers had wanted for their big day.

"What's wrong?" Holly asked, seeing that Chris had gone off into a world of his own, "Is there something wrong with the tux?"

"What?" Chris looked over, surprised Holly would ask him that, "No, it's great. I would have said something before if it wasn't, and so would Wyatt. I'm just thinking that's all."

"What about?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

"Try me." The 18-year-old smirked.

"Actually, I kinda don't want to tell you," Chris answered and sat on the bed next to Holly, "If that's ok with you. It's not because of you like, I just don't want to tell you what I was thinking about."

Holly laughed slightly and then smiled softly, "That's fine. Anyway, I'll leave you to get ready."

"Thanks," Chris smiled as the young girl began to leave the room, "Oh, when Titch and Speedy get here, can you send them straight up?"

"Titch and Speedy?" Holly asked.

"You know, Ian and Frank."

Holly made an O with her mouth and then nodded her head. She had only heard them called by their first names, so was confused when he had called them by their nicknames. Leaving the room, Chris decided now was the best time to start to get ready, only an hour and half to go before he was going to be a married man, and in completely honesty he could not wait.

so, its just a basic start but let me know what you think so far and I'll have an update up soon. :D