Sunday Morning
chapter two

"This is a long story. I can't tell you all of it now...if I left anything out you wouldn't understand." Wyatt said first and Brent frowned before he nodded.

"Of course, just tell me what you can right now."

"I...it started on a Sunday. My dad's a doctor and he always has to work on Sundays, well almost always I suppose," Wyatt said before he sighed lightly. "That one day though, he didn't. Instead he told me that he would be inviting a "friend" over for supper. I didn't really think anything of it at first, not until she got there."

"Were you jealous of her?" Brent asked and Wyatt shook his head.

"No, why would I be?" Wyatt asked with a frown.

"Maybe you thought she was trying to replace your mother or even you."

Wyatt shook his head. "That actually never crossed my mind. My dad and I were pretty close so I didn't really mind him having a girlfriend, it was still just us and we still had the same routine so it didn't bother me much. It doesn't even involve my dad really."

"Just her?" Brent asked and Wyatt nodded after a moment.

"Just her."

"Continue, please."

"Oh, right. Kinsey Grace, he introduced her as his girlfriend that night. It didn't bother me, you know. I mean he'd been divorced from my mom for like ten years, even he needed love so it was just kinda whatever to me..."

"Wyatt, can you come down here!" Leo shouted from the doorway and he gave the brunette woman next to him a smile which was returned. Wyatt bounded down the steps and stopped in front of the two. "Wyatt this is Kinsey Grace, she's my girlfriend. Kinsey this is my son Wyatt."

"It's nice to finally meet you Wyatt."

"Uh yeah, you too." Wyatt said and Leo guided them all into the dining room and Wyatt sat down while his dad went to go get the food out of the kitchen and Kinsey sat down across from him and gave him a smile.

"So, how old are you Wyatt?"

"Sixteen, I'll be seventeen in four months," Wyatt said and Kinsey nodded with a smile on her face. "Why?"

"Oh just curious." Kinsey replied and Wyatt slowly nodded his head before Leo came out with the casserole he made and the dinner began. Wyatt was silent for most of the supper only looking up when he felt eyes on him, they always belonged to Kinsey.

"Wyatt, how was your day?" Leo asked

"You know the usual."

"Did you have football practice today? I thought I saw something about weekend practice on the fridge but it was gone today."

"Yeah, from nine to three. Coach really worked us." Wyatt said and Leo smiled.

"I'm sure he did, I remember when he was my coach. He still a hard ass?" Leo asked

"Definitely," Wyatt replied with a grin. There was a beep from the kitchen and Leo quickly rushed to get the pie out of the oven. Wyatt began to get the empty dinner plates when his father left. He walked around the table to grab his father's empty plate and felt a pinch on his ass and jumped as he spun around and saw Kinsey smiling at him. "Uhh...did you just pinch my ass?" Wyatt couldn't keep the disbelieving tone out of his voice as he looked at her along with the confused tone. That so didn't just happen, right?

"Why would I do that silly?" Kinsey asked with a laugh and Wyatt gave his own small laugh before he quickly rushed into the kitchen and put the plates in the sink.

"You ok?" Leo asked and Wyatt opened his mouth to tell him about Kinsey before he closed it and nodded. "Alright, can you bring the clean forks in for me?"

"Yeah, sure."

"So...Kinsey was the one who started all of this?" Brent asked and Wyatt nodded.

"Yeah, I should have just told him about it then but I didn't because I didn't think it was important." Wyatt said and Brent nodded his head.

"I understand, we all wish we could have done something differently," Brent said before he looked at his watch and looked surprised. "Well, it appears that our time is up but I look forward to seeing you on Monday after school lets out."

"Alright." Wyatt said as they both left the room and Wyatt saw his mother sitting on the couch still, looking through a magazine. She gave him a smile as she stood and approached the two after putting the magazine down on the table.

"So, how'd it go?" Piper asked as she looked at Wyatt who shrugged.

"Fine." he replied and Piper nodded before looking over at Brent.

"It went very good, I look forward to seeing him Monday." Brent said and Piper nodded her head at him immediately.

"I'll pick him up Monday and bring him here after school." Piper said

"That would be great, so I'll see you both Monday."

"Goodbye," Piper said and Brent shook Wyatt's hand and gave him a nod before the two left the office and walked in silence out to Piper's vehicle. Piper's phone rang almost the moment they sat down in the car and she quickly pulled it out. "Hello?"

"How in the world do I get Chris to stop crying?" Paige's voice came and Piper laughed.

"What have you tried?" She asked

"Everything! I tried to feed him, change him, cuddle him, coo at him and it's not working." Paige said and Piper looked over at Wyatt.

"Here talk to Paige; she's having some trouble getting Chris to calm down." Piper said as she handed over the phone to her son. Wyatt didn't want to take it at first mainly because he didn't want to talk to Paige but he reluctantly grabbed the phone out of her hand.

"...Hello?"

"Do you know how to make him stop?" Paige asked right away.

"Can you put the phone to him for a minute?" Wyatt asked and he heard Chris's crying up close and soon enough Paige came back on the phone. "Swaddle him in the blue blanket in his bag and rock him and he'll fall asleep, he's just tired."

"Alright, thanks." Wyatt handed Piper back the phone and looked out the window at the passing buildings. It was still so odd to be in San Francisco when he was so used to New York. No matter what though, he would always miss New York.

"So, what did you and Brent talk about?"

"Nothing."

"Wyatt...please, I just want to know what's going on with you."

"Kinsey." Wyatt stated and Piper nodded.

"Oh, I understand. What about her?"

"The first time I met her. Can we please change the subject now?"

"Of course, honey."

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"Class, this is Wyatt Halliwell; he's new here from New York I believe," Whispers immediately broke out in the classroom and Wyatt forced himself to give them all a smile. After all, he was a very social being and being labeled as a loser or nerd wouldn't be so good for him. "Would you like to tell us about yourself, Wyatt?"

"Um, I'm seventeen...I like to play sports and I have a four week old son," Wyatt said and the teacher looked surprised but nodded her head. "That's about it."

"Alright, well take a seat wherever you want to." Mrs. Conner said and Wyatt nodded and made his way to an empty seat near some boys that looked like he might get along with. Judging by their football jerseys he had to assume that they would get along. At least he hoped they would since he did plan on trying out for the team next year or whenever they had the tryouts for it. Hopefully, no one would hate him for it. He knew what it was like to join a team in the middle of the year–you always took someone's spot.

"Hey, I'm Spencer and these guys are Joel, Riley, and Tyler," The blonde who sat next to him spoke and Wyatt nodded to them. "You play football at your old school?"

"Yeah, since freshman year." Wyatt said and they nodded before the teacher shushed them and continued on with her teaching. The boys were silent for a little while before Joel spoke up only this time he spoke with a hushed tone so the teacher didn't notice.

"You should try out today after school."

"Tryouts are today?" Wyatt asked

"Today and tomorrow," Riley spoke as Tyler opened his mouth to answer him. He earned a dark glare from the brunette but he completely ignored it and looked at Wyatt. "You gonna come?"

"I...can't." Wyatt said with a grimace as he thought about his appointment today directly after school. Fuck, why did it have to be today of all days?

"Why not, man?" Spencer asked

"I have a...doctor's appointment right after school today." Wyatt said with a heavy sigh.

"So what? Skip it, you can always go Wednesday. You have to try out man; coach would definitely give you a spot on the team. If anything, you're big enough to be defense."

"I was quarterback at my old school." Wyatt said and Riley grimaced lightly.

"Good luck with that man, Darren's our quarterback. Has been since freshman year, even though he's a complete asshole. He doesn't take people trying to take his spot too lightly. Especially not to fresh meat, no offense or anything. His words, not mine." Tyler said and Riley nodded and Wyatt looked between the two.

"Yeah well, he better be good at something else. I'll be there."

"Sweet, its right after school. You meet up in the cafeteria first." Spencer said

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Wyatt swallowed as he entered the cafeteria and glanced around before he was waved over to a table by Riley. He gave them a smile as he walked over and sat down beside Joel. He'd been shocked during lunch when the guys actually waved him over to sit with them but he was relieved that he had a spot to sit at. No one wanted to sit alone at lunch on their first day at a new school.

A moment after he sat down the coach started speaking and Wyatt only partially listened as he looked around at all the guys in the room. Some of them were huge and muscular, even more so than himself, and others were scrawny and lanky. His eyes locked on one particular guy though, Darren Fisher. He was a lean 6'2" brunette that always seemed to have a cocky smirk on his face and Wyatt couldn't wait to wipe it off his face.

Suddenly everyone got up and Wyatt quickly followed his group of friends out to the field. Luckily, Spencer was around the same size as himself and let him borrow his extra pair of clothes to try out in. He promised that he would bring his own clothes tomorrow since he actually knew that he would need them. When they made it out on the field Wyatt looked around and froze when he saw his mother sitting in the bleachers near the coaches and groaned. He only prayed that she didn't talk to them.

"Halliwell!"

"Fuck!" Wyatt mentally screamed as he made his way over and the coach jerked his thumb towards his mother and he groaned with the roll of his eyes. He climbed up next to her and sat down and she was silent for a moment before she looked over at him.

"Did you forget about your appointment today, Wyatt?" she asked calmly.

"Uh, no. I...I used to play football at my old school and I wanted to try out here. I made friends with some of them and they told me the tryouts were today and tomorrow. Can't you just reschedule with him for like Wednesday?" Wyatt asked

"No Wyatt, I can't just reschedule with him. You promised you'd be there today and you will be, go change and we're leaving." Piper said and Wyatt was silent for a second.

"No. I'm not going." He stated and Piper gave him a furious look but Wyatt ignored it as he stood and started climbing down the bleachers.

"Wyatt Matthew, you stop right there!" Piper hissed and Wyatt turned to look at her, along with the coaches and Wyatt silently pleaded with her to just shut up. "Get back here right now, this discussion isn't over."

"Yes it is." Wyatt responded and Piper raised an eyebrow.

"Unless you want to be grounded until your twenty-five, get your ass up here. Now."

Wyatt opened his mouth to say that she couldn't do that but then let out a loud annoyed sigh so she could hear it and walked back up but he didn't sit down. He simply stood next to her and looked down at the field while he knew his mother was fuming.

"Go get dressed and we're leaving." Piper stated as calmly as she could. With a quick glance up Wyatt noticed that the coaches were still watching him and Wyatt honestly felt like a five-year-old again. He personally just wanted to scream at her to leave him the hell alone. It's not like she knows anything about him. What rights did she have?

"I said no." Wyatt replied

"I said yes and I'm your mother."

"Barely." Wyatt snipped and Piper grew even angrier if possible.

"Wyatt..."

"Just leave me the fuck alone. I can do whatever I want to, I'm not five anymore mom."

"As long as you live under my roof you do what I say." Piper responded

"I'm not sure if you understand this or not, but I've never wanted to 'live underneath your roof.' In fact, the only reason I'm here is because dad is a fucking prick. So, just fuck off." Wyatt snarled before he made his way back to the field ignoring his mother and the looks from the coaches on the sidelines. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Did she honestly expect him to follow her word like law? Hell, they'd only known each other for seven years and ten of those she missed out on. Why? Because she never bothered to visit or even write. Wyatt had to admit that she called though, maybe three times in the whole ten years that they were apart which was funny because he was always a Momma's boy when he was younger.

An hour later Wyatt walked out of the school and saw Piper sitting in her car waiting for him and he sighed before slowly walking over and climbing in the passenger's seat. Piper drove out of the parking lot in silence and Wyatt remained silent too, at least until he realized that they weren't heading in the direction of the manor. "Where are we going?"

"Brent had an opening." Piper said simply and Wyatt nodded. Twenty minutes later they were sitting in that same room and Wyatt closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall behind him as he waited. The door opened and Brent exited and gave them a smile.

"I'm glad you could make it." Brent said and Piper looked over at Wyatt who had yet to open his eyes or make any move that he had heard Brent enter the room.

"Could I talk to you for a moment?" Piper asked and Brent nodded and ushered her into his room. "We'll be right back, Wyatt."

"Whatever." Wyatt mumbled as the two left and he let his eyes flutter open before he looked at the secretary behind the desk. He didn't actually pay much attention to her before but he had to admit that she was pretty. Probably in her early twenties with long blonde hair and brown eyes. At least, they looked brown from behind her glasses. Wyatt didn't really have much time to study her before his mother and Brent returned and he was called into the room while his mother sat down in the chair and grabbed a magazine.

There was no doubt in his mind that she had talked to Brent about what happened earlier at the school. After all, why would she request to talk to him? Wyatt took the seat he was in just yesterday and stayed silent as Brent sat down and got comfortable and then purposefully ignored Brent looking at him, most likely waiting for him to talk.

"Do you want to explain what happened today?"

There it was.

"Nothing happened." Wyatt muttered and Brent raised an eyebrow.

"Your mother informed me about the tryouts today and how disrespectful you were to her right in front of your coaches." Brent said and Wyatt bit his lip for a second.

"You know what; I don't really care what she thinks to be honest."

"Why's that?" Brent asked

"They were divorced for ten years, ten fucking years! She called me like three times in those ten years. Never visited, never wrote even if I wrote her and now suddenly she wants to be my mother again! She doesn't know the first thing about me." Wyatt ranted until he had to stop to take a breath when he ran out of oxygen.

"I'm sure she regrets that now Wyatt, she wants to get to know you."

"I don't want to get to know her. I just wanna go home." Wyatt muttered

"Give it some time, you might find that you like San Francisco better than New York."

"I doubt that."

"Why did you get so mad at her?" Brent asked as he abruptly changed the subject.

"All I wanted to do was tryout and she freaked out on me."

"You had an appointment today, you knew that." Brent said and Wyatt rolled his eyes.

"I know! I just figured I could meet with you on Wednesday or something since they have another tryout tomorrow." Wyatt said and Brent nodded.

"Why is it so important to you?" Brent asked

"It's a comfort to me, is that what you want to hear? I use to play football in New York and I always have, I enjoy playing and it makes San Francisco feel more like home."

"Maybe you should tell your mom that then. It'll help her understand," Wyatt simply nodded his head. "Alright, I want to continue where we left off yesterday."

"Depends where you want to start in the story." Wyatt said

"Wherever you think is helpful."

"Ok..."

"Dad! Are you home?" Wyatt shouted as he walked through the door and was greeted with silence before he heard footsteps and Kinsey walked out of the living room and gave him a smile. It was becoming more common to see her around the house since her and his father had been dating for about four months now. He still didn't know what to think about her though. Since dinner that one night Wyatt had noticed that she was still flirty around him but she never touched him again so Wyatt tried to forget about it.

"Hey Wy your dad said you wouldn't be home 'til five."

"Uh yeah, coach let us out early."Wyatt said as he messed with his backpack strap and Kinsey nodded in his direction.

"How about you go take a shower and I make you a snack?" Kinsey suggested and Wyatt slowly nodded his head before he headed upstairs and Kinsey made her way to the kitchen. After tossing his bag into his bedroom Wyatt grabbed a towel out of the closet and made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He pulled off his shirt and walked closer to the mirror and looked at the bruise on his chest to make sure it was going away. One of his buddies had rammed into him in the chest during practice on accident and it had left him winded for a minute and with a large bruise.

Wyatt wasted no time in stripping the rest of his clothes and turned on the water in the shower. Wyatt's bathroom had a standing shower with a clear glass door that he had personally demanded on having when he was younger just because it looked cool. When he was soaping his hair he could have sworn that he heard something but he waited until he had the shampoo out of his hair before he opened his eyes. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Kinsey in the bathroom. The first thing he did was reach down to cover 'himself' from her view since the glass was in fact see-through.

"I think I understand why this was a bad idea now." Wyatt thought immediately.

"Your snack is ready Wyatt," Kinsey said with a little smirk on her face. "Don't worry about covering up; I've already seen it you know."

"Um, I'll be down in a minute then." Wyatt said with a blush on his cheeks which only grew when Kinsey pulled her shirt off and her bra didn't last long after that.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Wyatt screamed in his head as he turned completely away from her and was happy to remain that way, at least, until Kinsey was suddenly directly behind him and turned him around.

"Kinsey, you should really leave. Please."Wyatt practically begged the woman and she only smiled at him and reached down and Wyatt pressed himself back against the wall as quick as he could but she only moved closer to him and had a wider smile on her face.

"Do you really want me to, Wy?" Kinsey whispered into his ear before she gained a firm grip on him and he could help the quiet little moan that left his lips before he quickly snapped out of it and smacked her hand away from his body.

"Yes, leave. Now."

"Hmm, I don't think I can do that when I have such a handsome man standing naked in front of me."Kinsey purred and Wyatt felt her hands once more on him and he just couldn't bring himself to stop her once she got started once more. He felt absolutely disgusted with himself for it but those thoughts flew out of his mind once she got down on her knees and Wyatt let out a loud moan as he felt her tongue flick against his head.

Once she had a mouthful of his seed she got out of the shower and slowly got dressed and tossed Wyatt a smirk before making her way out of the bathroom while Wyatt just stood under the water in shock for a couple more minutes.

"Oh fuck," Wyatt breathed as he rubbed his face. Did that really just happen? Did he really just let that happen? "Dad's going to kill me." Wyatt whispered before he punched the tiled wall. What in the hell was he supposed to do now? He couldn't just blurt it out to his dad because then he would find out that Wyatt just let her give him a fucking blowjob and it wouldn't end well for any of them if that happened. Especially not for him.

"Wyatt, sweetie, your meal is getting cold!" Kinsey shouted from downstairs. Wyatt forced himself not to scream back and quickly finished his shower and rushed to his room, this time making sure to lock the door behind him. Once he was dressed he rushed downstairs intent on freaking out on Kinsey but the moment he made it into the kitchen and opened his mouth to scream at her the backdoor opened and Leo walked in with a smile on his face. "Hi babe, did you have a good day at work?"

Leo smiled as Kinsey walked over and gave him a kiss while Wyatt nearly hurled. Just twenty minutes ago...and now she was kissing him! It was just absolutely disgusting but Wyatt kept his mouth shut, the last thing he wanted to do was argue and fight with his dad. He knew without a doubt that his father would believe Kinsey over him. Why? Because she could get fake tears and said that Wyatt forced her to do it and then he would be out on the streets or living with his friends, or worse, in San Francisco.

"Pretty good," Leo said with a smile as he rested his hands on Kinsey's hips and then turned his head to look over at Wyatt who looked deep in thought. "You ok, son?"

"No," Wyatt stated. No matter what happens he has to tell him the truth, right? Maybe if he was the one who admitted it than his father would believe him and dump her. "Dad, listen, about today, um, well...Kinsey she–"

"Volunteered to help him with his homework. He's been having some trouble in Biology and asked me to help him out so I said I would," Kinsey interrupted and Wyatt's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to tell his dad that she was lying. "Tonight while you're out with your buddies. I thought I would help out as long as it's needed."

"That's sweet of you baby," Leo said with a smile as he gave her a kiss. "Did you thank her, Wyatt?"

"No! That's not what I was going to say, Dad. I have something I really need to tell you. It's important." Wyatt practically shouted and Leo frowned in his direction.

"Alright, what is it?" Leo asked and Wyatt glanced at Kinsey.

"Can we talk about it in private?" Wyatt asked and Leo's frown deepened.

"You can tell me in front of Kinsey son. I have some news I need to tell you as well."

"...You first." Wyatt said and Leo gave him a big smile.

"I proposed to Kinsey last night and she accepted," Leo said and Wyatt felt like he was going to pass out. "Isn't that great? You'll have a mom again."

"A mom who gives her son blowjobs after sneaking in on them in the shower." Wyatt thought but he forced himself to stay silent as he looked at the two.

"Yeah that's....something...alright." Wyatt forced out as he gave his dad his best smile. Maybe it would be best to talk to him about it in the morning when Kinsey would hopefully be gone and it could just be himself and his father. Why in the hell did this have to happen to him of all people? Couldn't he just have a nice normal life without a rapist step-mother?

Wyatt was laying on his bed, lightly playing with his football as he stared up at the ceiling nearly three hours later. His father had just left to go out with his buddies and wouldn't be back for hours and the thought made Wyatt panic. Any second now Kinsey would knock at his door and would do a repeat performance of what happened earlier.

Sure enough his bedroom door opened and Kinsey was standing there with two drinks in her hands. He eyed her suspiciously for a moment before she sat down on his bed and handed him a drink before sipping at her own. "I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier, I honestly don't know what came over me. I was hoping that you could forgive me and we can just...forget that it ever happened."

"Ok." Wyatt said slowly before he took a drink of his pop. It was slightly odd that she had poured them into cups before drinking them but then again, she was very odd so he didn't really think anything of it. At least, not until he began feeling dizzy and everything was turning into blurs.

"It's about time," Kinsey said with a smile on her face before she took their drinks and set them on the nightstand and then climbed on the bed and pushed Wyatt onto his back while he attempted to slap her away but wasn't having very much luck. "Shh, it's ok Wyatt. Just relax I'll make it all better; I promise."

Wyatt mumbled something before his hands dropped down to his side and he stared blankly up at the ceiling and didn't even attempt to stop Kinsey as she removed their clothes and kissed every inch of his body, when she started stroking him, when she rode him until they both reached their orgasms. When she started the process all over again.

Sorry for the long wait but having two sick boys made it kinda hard to update anything. Here's the second chapter, I hope you guys like all thirteen pages of it and it gave you some more information about where the story is going. Hopefully, anyways. Please review :)

P.S. Vulnerable is on hold at the moment; I'm probably going to take it down soon actually and re-write the chapter once I have more of an idea for it. The sequel for OTWD is in the process but I'm having writers block for it, like majorly. I have some of it done but once I got to a certain point it just like stopped.

ALSO! After some prodding from my buddy on the site I'm going to start my own little spin-off but I won't be posting it on fanfiction or any other site like that. I started my own site specifically for this so, check out my profile soon and I should have the link up by tonight or tomorrow at the latest. I will say that it will revolve around Wyatt and Chris and their family mostly so be prepared for that but it will have cousins and their own families. There will be slash and mpreg in it seeing as Wyatt and Chris are together and they have their own little family. So...feel free to check it out.