Ok, thank you to those who have had a chance to review. I thought I would get this chapter up now and then I can work on the next. I'm now aiming to try and finish this story by Saturday, since I got to Spain on Sunday, and I don't want to have to leave it another week before you get an update after having a two week break already. Although, even though I want to get it finished, I won't be rushing it. It just means faster updates.
This chapters a little shorter than the last, so I'll apologise now, but I did not want to push it any further. You'll understand when you get to the end.
Boarding School Hell
Once Chris had come back from his run, the stress from the test had almost disappeared, he just hoped Wyatt would not bring it up. He walked into the room, it was now almost dark outside, which meant he had been out for longer than an hour, and now he hoped Wyatt had not decided to come and look for him.
As he opened his room door, he realised the light was on and Wyatt was at his desk, so no, he had not gone out in a search party.
"Hey," Chris sighed, sitting on his bed, he realised the Halliwell was now actually looking at a letter, "Your mom send some photos?"
"Yeah," Wyatt looked at his lover with a goofy smile, "And a letter with how she's doing." Elizabeth had been home for a week, so Wyatt was expecting this letter, and now he could not wait to get home and see his little angel.
Chris moved over, dragging his chair with him, to see the photos that the blonde had in his hand. Peering over his should, Chris could see a photo of Piper holding her granddaughter while sat on a chair, and Matthew looking over at her, almost trying to poke the baby.
"She's adorable, Wy." Chris whispered, smiling at the photographs as Wyatt went through them.
"Yeah," the Halliwell agreed, "Our little angel."
"Your little angel, Wyatt."
"You'll have a part in raising her," the blonde 18-year-old pointed out, "So ours." Chris decided not to bother arguing and just stood up from the chair.
"I'm going for a shower." he stated.
"Can you get Titch and Speed for me?" Wyatt looked back just as Chris was about to open the door, with a towel in his hand and his T-shirt now off.
"Sure," the brunette said, "I'll be back soon."
As soon as Chris knocked on the door of Titch's room, he opened it, to find the lights off and nobody in there. Sighing, he went to Speedy's room and knocked on the door.
"Yo?" he could hear Speedy call out, so opened the door. Once it was opened he saw Speedy, Titch and Nick all sat around, listening to some music.
"You're back from your run finally," Titch rolled his eyes, dramatically, "Wyatt said you weren't too keen on the test. What went wrong?"
"Don't ask," Chris shook his head in a low toned voice, "I just have a new dislike to essays. You know you have 25 minutes to do that section, well it took me 15 minutes and I was done with it, something tells me that's not good."
"Hmm…You never know," Titch tried to help, "It depends on how much you stayed on topic and whether you used good English." Chris just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Anyway, I'm going for a shower, but Wyatt said his photos are here if you want to see them."
In a flash, Speedy and Titch were out of the room, running down the corridor to Chris and Wyatt's room. Nick got up slowly and made his way past Chris.
"You'd think they'd never seen a baby before, wouldn't you?" he laughed at his brunette friend and then followed the two down the corridor to the room, while Chris just looked on. Everybody had been so excited to see these photos and were even more excited when Wyatt had told them that he was going to get Piper to bring Lizzie to graduation, but Chris was not. Was it because he had seen the baby already? Or was it the fact that he knew as soon as he was out of Trinity he would see the baby everyday of her life. He made his way to the shower while thinking. For some reason, this was not a big deal to him. He understood Wyatt, it was his little girl, and Chris knew if the tables were turned and he was the one with a little baby to call his own…then it hit him. That was it. He would never have a baby to call his own, not one that was biologically his anyway, and maybe that was what bothered him. Elizabeth Jane Perry-Halliwell was Wyatt's child, she had Halliwell blood, but no baby was ever going to have Perry blood, and secretly he wondered if that was what was bothering him about this whole situation.
For the next few weeks all that was the talk of the group was Wyatt's daughter, their excitement over the photos, her gurgling noises over the phone. Chris was actually getting sick of it, and in truth was already starting to resent the baby, even though it was not her fault. The poor child had done nothing wrong, she had just been born into this mess.
Over these weeks Chris had also found something else that was causing him to be just a little jealous of Wyatt's happiness, the baby was from Caitlin, Wyatt's longest relationship, and even though it was only five months and that this had happened before the two lovers had even met, it still stung Chris to think that this innocent baby girl was a product of some feelings those two once shared, and to top it off Wyatt was even being nice to Caitlin, telling her that the baby was at the manor now, could Piper not do that for him?
While he sat in the hut, taking a drag from a cigarette – yes he had started smoking again, but there were only so many runs he could go on in one day to get away from Wyatt's talk about his precious little angel – he thought about everything in his head. He was being stupid really, he needed to talk to Wyatt about this rather than keep it bottled up, but how did you tell someone who loved his daughter so much that you wanted him to shut up about her, even if it was just for one second? He could not do that, but the Perry knew if he did not say anything then it would cause tension and then Wyatt would not even know what he was going wrong.
Chris finished his cigarette and took out his packet of fresh ones, looking at it before taking one out and lighting it up. He had only bought them the other day when he went out for his run, well, he had bought two packets of 20, and already he was down to his last five in his last packet. This was not good, he had done so well not smoking for the past month or so and now he was starting up again.
Rustling outside caught his attention. Don't tell me I'm gonna get caught, Chris rolled his eyes as he thought to himself. He contemplated putting the cigarette out but shook his head, may as well get suspended for actually doing something wrong.
The metal door of the hut opened, but it was not a teacher, it was Titch.
"Thought you had quit?" the 5' 4'' male seemed to have a smug expression on his face as he shut the door to the hut and made his way inside. Chris shrugged taking a drag of his cancer stick, now realising that his heart rate had actually rising as he thought it was a teacher coming to bust him.
"Decided it wasn't worth it."
"You know, those SAT scores don't mean everything," Titch tried to guess what was wrong, but he never would be able to, "And I thought you didn't care, you weren't going to college."
"It's not the fucking SATs, Titch," Chris looked up at his friends, his green eyes had dulled and were fairly cold. It sent a shiver down his spine, as Chris continued talking, "And you're right, I don't give a shit about them. I'm not going to college."
"So what's it about?" although the Perry's friend was unsure whether to push for this. He had never seen Chris seem so angry.
"Nothing."
"Chris, you haven't smoked for the past month, two months maybe," Titch moved over to his friend, "So, something must have happened for you to start up again. Is it Bianca? Is she back?"
"No, she's not fucking back." Chris moved Titch's arm from around his shoulder and stood up.
"So what then?" Titch asked, "Lee Newns hasn't said anything, has he? You know, found out about the baby and…"
"For fuck's sake, Titch," Chris shouted, frustrated with everything, "Just stay out of it. This is my problem and I don't want to talk about it with you. You wouldn't understand."
In reality, Titch should have been high offended by the remark, but he had never seen Chris get this frustrated and worked up about something, so pushed it off while he made sure one of his two closest friends was ok.
"Chris, what's happened?" he asked, now standing up and making Chris look into his eyes, his hazel eyes searched Chris' green ones for answers, "Chris, talk me to ok. I'm getting worried here."
"Don't bother being worried," Chris pulled himself away, taking a drag from his cigarette, "There's nothing to be worried about."
"I'm gonna disagree there when one of my best friends is in here, smoking on his own and looks like he wants to kill someone. I've never seen you like this, Chris. What's got you so worked up?"
Chris never said a word, he just looked at Titch and then stormed out of the hut, leaving Titch to worry for his friend's safety.
"Chris!" Titch shouted out, running after the Perry, but he did not know which was Chris had gone. Hearing a twig snap behind him, Titch turned around and just caught a glimpse of his friend walking deeper into the set of woods, "Chris, come back!" Deciding it best to go after him, Titch followed and soon caught up with Chris, down by the lake, "Chris, what's wrong with you?"
"You don't get it Titch," Chris shouted at him. The moonlight was shining on the lake, but Chris was too angry to notice how beautiful it was, "I can't tell you because you'll never get it."
"Maybe you should try me," Titch replied, his tone of voice now matched Chris', "I'm not as stupid as I look. Wyatt told me you'd been acting strange for a few days but I chose to ignore him, I couldn't see it, but you are. You've completely changed, ever since…" the it his Titch, what exactly was wrong with him, "Ever since Wyatt said Lizzie was home from the hospital. Is that what it is? Are you jealous of the baby?"
"What!" Chris asked, trying to get out of this conversation, "You think I'm jealous of a baby? I don't think so Titch."
"Well, it's got something to do with the baby," Titch replied, not really believing what Chris was saying, "You want to tell me what it is, so I can tell Wyatt he doesn't have to worry about you acting all crazy. I'm scared for you Chris, I'm worried that you're gonna do or say something you'll regret. Now what is it?"
"IT DOESN'T MATTER, TITCH!" Chris shouted, almost in tears, "AND I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT IT TO YOU. YOU GUYS DON'T UNDERSTAND. NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND."
"Understand what?"
"WHAT IT'S LIKE TO KNOW THAT YOU'LL NEVER HAVE A CHILD," Chris mentally kicked himself for his little outburst. Seeing the confused expression on his friend's face, he continued, "With me and Wyatt being together, everyday I'll look at Lizzie and know that biologically she's Wyatt's, even if, one day, I'll legally be a second dad to her, she's never going to be mine. Even if we adopt later in life, I'm never going to have a child that I can say is mine." Tears were glistening in Chris' eyes, but luckily because it was dark Titch could not see them. He let them slide down his cheeks as he closed his eyes to get rid of any others that were accumulating.
"Do you really think that to have a child that you call your own, means it has to be biological?" Titch asked, "Is that what all this is about? Chris, it doesn't matter if Lizzie isn't a part of you, she's still gonna grow up calling you dad, just like she will with Wyatt. Just because you won't share the same blood, doesn't mean she won't learn things from you and pick things up from you."
Chris looked at Titch, he could feel a lump growing at the back of his throat. If he spoke now, he knew his voice would crack and his crying would be given away, but he needed to talk, he needed to get this question out.
"What if that's not enough?" his voice broke as his breathing became erratic, making it obvious to Titch that he was having trouble with this. Titch just looked at the brunette, he did not really know what to say to that, all he could do was hug Chris, and tell him that everything would sort itself out. As Chris' breathing steadied, Titch pushed Chris back slightly and looked at him, his tears now glistening in the moonlight.
"You need to talk to Wyatt about this," he said, "If you don't want to lose him, you need to speak to him and let him know what you're feeling. Don't be scared about hurting him, because if he does really love you, which I know he does, he'll understand."
Chris nodded his head, understanding what Titch was talking about and agreed that, eventually, he would talk to Wyatt, but for tonight, he was just happy to get it off his chest to someone he could trust.
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