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It has been almost three weeks since Chris went back to New York, but Wyatt still seems to be sulking around the house like a lost puppy. The family knows it's a common pace that Wyatt goes through when Chris returns to New York, so they all try to go back to their normal routine.
Wyatt on the other hand was still surprised that Chris didn't bring any topic about adopting a child, after the conversation they had in magic school not even an hint, which made Wyatt think that maybe Chris could be up to something. Cause he knows Chris and he is not the sort of guy, who gives up easily and now Chris not breathing a word about a kid, made him…….edgy… Yet he still missed his cherub.
All Wyatt could think about is Chris, Chris and more Chris….well that would be lying if that what he thinks 24/7 yet, he still thinks of Chris almost….most of the day. Piper on the other hand had to lock all the phones in the manor from outgoing to incoming calls, due to the experience they had at previous Christmas, when Wyatt phoned New York, every ten minutes just to hear Chris's voice…..which is not a big deal, until the phone bill came, cause one look at the bill told the Halliwell's that they were broke.
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"Wyatt, sweetie, please get your ass off the couch and go to work," Piper snipped sweetly as she came in to see Wyatt on the couch, like a guy who lost everything he owned. "And get a shave," Piper said eyeing the stubble as the blonde one carelessly shrugged it off.
"What's the use," Wyatt sighed as he grabbed the beer bottle from the table.
"The use, is that so you can go to work" Piper said as she switched the TV off before standing in front of her son. "This has gone far enough, you have been moping around the house ever since Chris left to New York, what is the matter with you?."
"Mom please, I am hurt," Wyatt said in a over dramatic voice before throwing his right arm over his eyes. "I need my space."
"Well, guess what, if you don't move right now," Piper said in her threatening voice as she held her hand in front of her. "You are going to find a whole new meaning for the word HURT, so MOVE it." Piper yelled her last words as Wyatt disappeared in swirling orbs, muttering something under his breath.
"I HEARD THAT," Piper shouted at the ceiling as she made her way to the foyer when the door bell rang. "I get it."
Piper was surprised to see the mailman standing there with bunch of letters and a parcel. "Bit late for you, isn't it?" Piper questioned the familiar face, who smiled sheepishly as she signed the paper he showed her.
"Well, what can I do Mrs P," The kid smiled. "Some Jerk decided to mess the whole postal department with a package named Bomb, we had to wait till the bomb squad arrived, just to find out a crusty the clown alarm clock inside….oh well, take care Mrs P."
"You too and say hi to you father," Piper said as the kid nodded before disappearing around the corner. "Bills….bills…..bills…..parcel for Melinda…hmmm…..I wonder……and a letter for Wyatt." Piper turned the envelope to see nothing but the recipient address in the front.
"The boiler's bust again," Wyatt voice shouted somewhere from the house.
"Then get it Fixed," Piper shouted back before making her way to the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later Wyatt appeared in swirling orbs in front of Piper, in his usual clothes.
"Sweetie, are you planning on going to work?" Piper asked the blonde man who sat down before letting out a big sign as he looked at the sky through the window.
"Do I have to?" Wyatt said in a dreamy voice. "I mean…….yeah……still…….."
Piper looked at her son, she can see that Wyatt has lost it, he really need a good dose of reality, to snap him from his own little world. "Wyatt, you got a letter," Piper said looking at her son, who just nodded as he had a faraway look in his eyes. "What do you want for Lunch?" yet again Wyatt just nodded. "Do you know, you are pissing me off?" once again Wyatt nodded as he breathed deeply in.
"Right that's it," Piper said as she walked around the counter before letting a shrill whistle through her teeth, startling Wyatt who orbed out, in a fear response.
"Geez Mom, What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack," Wyatt said as he orbed back in.
"Don't worry sweetie, you are a half whitelighter, you'll survive," Piper replied with a smug smile as Wyatt shook his head. "By the way, there is a letter for you, its on the table outside."
"Whose it from?" Wyatt asked as Piper shrugged. "it must be the hospital…" Wyatt said as Piper watched her son leave the kitchen with a confused look before turning her attention back to the stove.
Wyatt on the other hand, made his way out to see a parcel sitting on the end of the dinner table. Curiously walking by the parcel, he noticed the bit pink flowery label say "Melinda." with a little smile at the thought of his sister, he grabbed the white envelope sitting beside the parcel addressing his name.
Piper who was stirring what seems like a green liquid, looked up when she heard no sound of her son. "Wyatt…?" Piper shouted looking at the kitchen door waiting for him to walk in, when minutes passed, she saw no sign of him, wondering if he has gone to work, she made her way outside to see her son standing at the other side of the dinner table, holding the letter. But what intrigued her more was that he was standing there like a statue, making no movements what so ever.
"Wyatt….." Piper said as she saw Wyatt look up from the letter. She can see his hands shaking like a mad man. Wyatt on the other hand didn't know what to say, he felt no wetness in his tongue, the oxygen seem to shorten around him. His clothes have taken a like to his body since they seem to be clinging on to him like a draped wet cloth and Wyatt's mind seem to buzz with so many things, he cant hear his own thoughts, as if the voice of his charges inside his mind have take over.
Piper can clearly see something is wrong, since Wyatt's face have turned pale, his forehead glistening with sweat beads and his eyes were filled with nothing but fear and shock.
"Sweetie…Is everything alright?" Piper asked her son, not knowing what was on the letter, until Wyatt gave her one look before passing out on the floor. "WYATT," Piper shouted rushing to her son, just as Leo walked through the front door, while Melinda rushed down the stairs.
"What's wrong?" Leo shouted as he quickly rushing to his son's side, who was unconscious on the floor, while Melinda hovered around as Piper left to the kitchen to bring some water.
"What happened?" Leo asked Melinda who shrugged.
"Don't ask me, I just got here," Melinda said noticing the white paper laying discarded on the floor next to the unconscious blonde witch. While others were concentrating on Wyatt, Melinda took the liberty to skim her way through the letter, until her own eyes bulged out in shock…well more like a surprise.
"OH MY GOD," Melinda said as Piper looked at her youngest.
"What…what does it say?" Piper asked fearfully as Melinda just handed the letter to her, whose eyes skimmed through it and then her fear were replaced by…..nothing, she blankly passing it to her husband, who also looked like a blank slate once he finished reading.
Right then swirling orbs appeared in form of Paige and Phoebe whom opened their mouth but stopped when they saw Wyatt passed out on the floor, with others looking deep into space as if they were in some sort of trance.
"What's going on here?" Phoebe asked as every one looked at her, almost zoned out.
Melinda simply pointed at the piece of paper on the floor, as Paige looked at her older sister before grabbing the paper from the floor. Of course once Paige finished reading the letter, she is almost quite lost as others.
"What…" Phoebe said as Paige simply looked at her. "here give it to me, let me read it."
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