Title: victory's wings

Disclaimer: not my characters

Warnings: future!fic

Pairings: canon het

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 140

Point of view: third

Prompt: Leo/Piper, their first grandchild


Her name is Melinda and she's born at sunrise. Wyatt is the first to hold her, and he hands her to her mother, a mortal who can barely understand the magnitude of the child in her arms, but already loves her more than anything. More than everything.

Piper is crying, and Leo, and Phoebe and Paige, and everyone else. Magic hasn't stopped like it did for Melinda's father, but the birds are singing louder and the sun is shining brighter, and it's a beautiful day.

Piper cradles her granddaughter close and hums a lullaby her mother used to sing, and Leo kisses them both.

(Chris wonders, hugging Wyatt, if Mom is thinking of that lost daughter, in one what-if world, and decides it doesn't matter. This is now, and enough was sacrificed that he's sure his might-have-been sister understands.)