A/N:If you are reading this I just wan't to thank you. It means so much to me to know that this series of one-shots is getting some attention and it would mean even more if you let me know it. I have completely edited the story as best as I could, but since i'm only human there will be some mistakes. Please enjoy and review. Even if you didn't enjoy, feel free to review on how awful it was.
The rating is due to strong language that might offend some people through-out the story and sensitive issues.
I've changed it so instead of just being a random assortment of chapters, it's in chronological order in an attempt to make it more understandable and hopefully, I've fixed all my grammer and spelling mistakes. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: This is the one and only time in this story that I am going to say this does not belong to me. The plot and story line do, but anything you recognise belongs to the maker of Charmed, who is sadly not me.
I don't know what to do. All the control I thought I had gained over my life was slipping away and I honestly didn't know what to do. The news I was just told should have been a blessing, I should be jumping for joy at the mere thought of what was coming in the future. Instead, I stood there, shocked beyond belief and beginning to hyperventilate.
Pregnant. She's pregnant. With my child.
I'm going to be a dad.
Oh crap.
"Chris! Are you okay?" Without even realising what I was doing, I was sitting on the floor with my head in my hands, tears slipping down my face. Bianca was kneeling down beside me looking at me with concern.
"We can't bring a child up in this world Bianca, we'll be condemning it!" I was shocked to hear the fear in my voice. I had never really thought about having children before, I'm only a kid for Christ's sake! It was never an option anyway, not in the conditions we lived in. In the future, maybe, when everything was back to the way it used to be, where Wyatt no longer ruled like a tyrant over the world. Even thinking his name made me choke as my tears turned into sobs. "He'll kill it. He'll never let our baby survive, it will be too strong."
"Chris, what do we do?" Bianca, the strongest woman I had ever met, sat before me, tears streaming down her face also, asking me what to do. What indeed? I reached for Bianca, my hand involuntarily going to her stomach. As soon as my hand touched her, I felt like I was being pulled forward. My vision changed.
The sun was shining down on a beautiful courtyard, untarnished and alive with summer flowers and insects flying around trying to gather nectar. I little girl in a pink, fairy outfit was standing two meters in front of me, speaking to the flowers and stroking them as if in comfort. Her hand stilled and glowed. If there were any question's before on who she was, they were answered then. A withered stalk grew and turned back into the rose in full bloom it used to be. In front of me was my daughter, using her power. My daughter. She looked about six years old and she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I stood, entranced as she turned her small face to me, her face alight with an amazing smile; a smile just for me. "Daddy, look what I did!"
The little girl faded from view as I struggled to hold onto her face. I opened my eyes again, panting, with tears still streaming down from my face. I didn't even have the power of premonition; my unborn child must have showed it to me. My little girl.
"We're going to be parents!" The biggest smile I never thought I still had in me filled my face as I threw my arms around Bianca, laughing like I had never laughed before. "It's going to be okay, she's going to be fine." I held onto my future even tighter as I rocked back and forth, trying to remember every detail of the vision that I could. There was hope for my bleak future after all. There was a reason for everything, even if I didn't know what was going to happen in the future, I knew that.
"How many times do I have to apologise? I'm sorry! I shouldn't have eaten the rest of the peanut butter, It was very wrong of me." I stood in my living room, wondering what on earth was going on as I tried to comfort my very pregnant girlfriend. "I should have known that you might have wanted it."
The sooner this pregnancy was over, the better. First the mood swings, the late night cravings, the glamour spells I had to use to act as an assassin in Bianca's place to make sure we kept up appearances and to keep the baby safe, to the complaints about getting fat and blaming it on me. Oh, and did I mention the mood swings? I always had to be on the lookout in case the pendulum came back to hit me on the ass.
"You know it's not just that Chris!" I ducked as an energy ball-super powered I might add- headed straight for me. It crashed into the wall behind me, leaving a scorch mark to go along with the several others on the wall. This wasn't good. Why didn't they make a manual for dealing with hormonal witches with the power to kill you if you even so much as eat one thing out of place?
"What? What did I do?" I was practically shouting at her since she was walking away from me- well, waddling really.
"Look at me! Im the size of a whale and it all your fault!" Another energy ball flew past my ear. At almost nine months pregnant, she was pretty huge, but I wasn't going to tell her that. I learned pretty early on not to mess with a pregnant Bianca-I've still got the burn on my ass to prove it.
Walking straight up to Bianca, I put both hands on her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes. "Your anything but fat, Bee, your absolutely beautiful" I stroked her bump, an adoring look on my face-don't ask me how it got there. "You're having our baby and it'll soon be over." I smiled at her as she squirmed in discomfort, even standing these says was hard for her, the baby was pretty heavy.
As I watched Bianca, her eyes widened in shock before looking down in an attempt at looking at her feet which became impossible almost 4 months ago.
"Chris" she stuttered "I think my water just broke." I looked down at her feet. Oh shit.
"Just one more push baby, you're doing great!" I stood by Bianca's head-no way was I going down there, a baby crowning was not what I wanted to see- holding tightly onto her hand as she moaned loudly. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she grunted in exhaustion. It has been a very long night. Her midwife was giving Bianca instructions as she struggled to do what she asked (all in between insulting me, telling me she hated me, that I was never allowed to touch her again, to telling me how much she loved me. Women are confusing creatures.) Squeezing on my hand with so much force that I thought it was going to break, with one last howl of pain, another yell entered the room. Screaming loudly at being out in the cold, the small bundle, wrapped loosely in a pink blanket was thrust into my arms, I was told to hold her a minute, as the midwife turned back to Bianca and told her to push again.
Confused, I just stared at the red, wailing face. I held her in the crook of my arm and she was so tiny that it looked like she would break if you held her too hard. She didn't seem real.
My free hand moved forward of its own volition, wanting to feel her skin to see if she truly was there. Before my hand could reach her though, her tiny fist reached out and grabbed one of my fingers with a strong grip. Her crying stopped as her eyes began to flutter open. Big, green eyes opened to stare at me and I stared back in wonder. They were identical to my own but it didn't stop surprise from showing on my face. They blinked up at me, so full of trust that my heart felt like it would burst. It was the strangest feeling. My heart, already full of love for Bianca, felt like it was going to explode from the love I didn't expect to be so strong for the little creature I barely knew. My heart had grown, just to make room for her, my little girl. It was all so surreal that I couldn't think properly.
Before I could even process this, she was taken from my arms. I looked up in shock and anger to see the midwife bending over her, cleaning her up. Relaxing my tense muscles, I moved closer to Bianca. She lay exhausted on the bed, covered in sweat. She lifted her tired eyes to look at me and smiled with a worried look on her face.
"How is she? Is she OK?" I had never seen this expression on Bianca's face, that it shocked me even more. I was still in a daze from the mere moments I had with our baby girl. Bianca looked so concerned, so worried- so mother-like. I had never seen her like that before and I was so happy that I couldn't breathe properly. I wrapped one of my arms around her shoulder, laughing and without realising it, releasing the breath of worry I had held throughout the whole birth and kissed her forehead. "She's amazing, so amazing."
Her wailing had begun again before she was handed to Bianca. She snuggled into Bianca's chest, immediately falling asleep.
"You were right Chris, our beautiful baby girl." Bianca whispered, not taking her eyes off our little baby. Throughout the whole pregnancy I kept saying the baby was going to be a girl while Bianca was convinced that it was a boy, saying that she could 'just feel it', she even picked out names. Privately, I always knew for certain that it was going to be a girl, without a doubt. The premonition gave me a glimpse of the future we were going to have. I secretly prepared the nursery, making everything I could. I wanted everything to be perfect. Looking down at the peacefully sleeping girl, I knew that it was even if it was only temporary. The future was tomorrow's worries.
"Welcome to the world, Hope."