Call it crazy, but Piper Halliwell liked normal things. It usually seemed impossible to get even just a moment of real, normal life, but she refused to give up. Truthfully, she felt like normal was necessary to being Charmed. After all, why else would they fight so hard against evil, except to protect the normality of the rest of the world? In Piper's mind, holding on to the day-to-day regular worked as a reminder of what they were fighting to protect.

Part of it was that Piper felt they had earned some normal for themselves, but she didn't think that was asking too much.

So she had learned to cherish her boring moments, her simple days of running her club, keeping her sisters in line, taking care of Wyatt.

Normal had been in short supply for a while though, and seemed to be very quickly turning into a pipe dream. And then time travel had entered the equation and it seemed like boring had gone and jumped out the window altogether.

So there she stood in the attic, arguing with her son that hadn't been born yet, trying to find a a sister who'd been magicked into a teenager again, with demons about to attack and the world turning on its' head around her. She had been through worse, but with her non-magic, perfectly normal father visiting it made her feel like she was so far away from ordinary she'd need to hop a rocket ship just to get close.

Then it happened. Wyatt had said it before, but the first time was during a demon attack and as far from a pleasant memory as possible. This was different. She'd been so worried he hated her, so worried she'd done too bad a job raising him to ever be able to make up for it now, but she was wrong. In one word she knew she was wrong.

It was the first time Chris called her "Mom."

It had clearly slipped out, which made it that much more special. It was so far from his usual composed sarcasm, or his neurosis. Not to mention the unsure, slightly embarrassed look he gave her afterwards. It was that look that turned her little smile of accomplishment into a big, goofy grin.

After that, the demon attack, all of the daily insanity, it stopped bothering her. For the rest of the day she felt a warm happiness surround her. That night, as she watched Chris play with the toddler that was his big brother, Piper decided that "normal" was a relative term, and she could do with a few more days like this one.