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It's crazy
I'm thinking
Just knowing that the world is round
And here I'm dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down?
Is it real or am I dreaming?
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Leo glanced at the clock on the dashboard as he turned on to Prescott Street. He gripped the steering wheel nervously as he came nearer to the manor. He'd been out with Piper several times in the past few weeks since their first date, but this was different. Tonight was going to be extra special.
It was Sunday, the night of his normal dinner with Lily. This week, he was taking Piper to meet her. He'd suggested to her jokingly at first, saying that since he already knew her family it was only fair that she meet his, and he'd been happily surprised when she agreed. He knew she and Lily would get along wonderfully, and he had no doubts that the dinner would be perfect. It was after the dinner that worried him. That was when he planned to tell Piper what he'd told Natalie some days before.
He pulled up to the manor, and, taking a deep breath, knocked on the door. Piper came out rather quickly, looking beautiful as usual in a blue sweater and long denim skirt. Leo told her so. Then, he walked her to the car and, being the perfect gentleman, opened the door.
They drove to Lillian's in comfortable chatter. Most of the conversation focused on the stories that Lily had told Leo about his grandfather. Piper, who'd grown up listening to Grams' stories about family history and, too a degree, shared her sister's fascination with the past, found the tales of Leo Wyatt, Sr., extremely interesting. Even better was the way Leo described his grandmother. She sounded amazing, and Piper couldn't wait to meet her.
As they got closer, Piper grew more nervous. She desperately wanted Lily to like her. When she realized why she wanted to be accepted by Leo's family so badly, it hit her with a force so hard that her heart nearly stopped. She glanced over at him apprehensively, wondering if he felt the same way about her. If only she could have known what he was thinking...
They pulled up to the house, and he led her up to the front door. Leo's finger had barely left the doorbell when Lily answered.
"Come in, come in." she said eagerly, opening the door for them and ushering them into the foyer.
"Gram, this is Piper Halliwell. My... date." he stopped short of using the word 'girlfriend'. He hadn't officially asked her yet, and he didn't want to sound presumptuous. Piper was too busy trying to calm her nerves to notice.
"Nice to meet you, dear," Lily said genuinely, offering her hand.
Piper shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Wyatt." she said.
"Oh, please, call me Lily." the old woman insisted. Piper nodded in agreement, taking an instant liking to the lady. "Come on, dinner is just about ready."
"You know, Gram," Leo said as he hung up his and Piper's coats, "Piper's a chef. She's brought a few dishes to the hospital for me, and I have to tell you, she could give you a pretty good run for your money."
"Oh, I doubt that." Piper said, blushing."It's always been more of a hobby, a way of keeping my hands busy, really. It was just something my own grandmother kind of pushed me into that turned into a career."
Lily smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Yes, grandmothers have a way of doing that. I'm sure Leo would agree."
Leo chose wisely to say nothing, but caught Piper's eye and nodded. Piper smiled, and Lily, seeing all this, playfully hit her grandson's arm.
"Hey, you said it!" he protested defensively.
Piper giggled, and Lily nodded. "Indeed, I did." she conceded. Then, she laughed, and took Piper by the arm. "Come on, dear. If you're as good a cook as my grandson seems to think, then I'm sure you'd like to see how I prepare my special sauce."
"I'd love to," Piper said, allowing the old woman to lead her into the kitchen.
Leo smiled. He was right; the two women did hit it off. The dinner went better than anyone expected, and both Piper and Leo relaxed. That is, until the drive home.
"So, um, do you want to go someplace else?" Leo asked, his apprehensiveness returning.
Piper nodded. "Oh, okay. Sure."
He drove her to a spot in the shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge, where you could see the whole city. The view was amazing, but neither was paying attention to anything outside the car.
Forcing himself to get it over with, Leo began. "We haven't been going out very long," he started, "but when I'm with you, it's just amazing. You're amazing. I've never met anyone who could make me feel this way. Okay, that didn't sound as agonizingly corny in my head. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is," he paused, looking into her eyes. "I love you."
Piper gasped. It took her a minute to absorb what he'd just said. Finally, it sank in, and she took his hand, looking up at him, and said, "I love you, too."
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A/N: I told you I'd get to the P/L parts. I know, Leo's declaration was a bit trite, but it's two in the morning, so cut me some slack. As always, I want feedback. Go be a good little fic-reader and review.
~from the song "Crush" by Dave Matthews Band~
It's crazy
I'm thinking
Just knowing that the world is round
And here I'm dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down?
Is it real or am I dreaming?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leo glanced at the clock on the dashboard as he turned on to Prescott Street. He gripped the steering wheel nervously as he came nearer to the manor. He'd been out with Piper several times in the past few weeks since their first date, but this was different. Tonight was going to be extra special.
It was Sunday, the night of his normal dinner with Lily. This week, he was taking Piper to meet her. He'd suggested to her jokingly at first, saying that since he already knew her family it was only fair that she meet his, and he'd been happily surprised when she agreed. He knew she and Lily would get along wonderfully, and he had no doubts that the dinner would be perfect. It was after the dinner that worried him. That was when he planned to tell Piper what he'd told Natalie some days before.
He pulled up to the manor, and, taking a deep breath, knocked on the door. Piper came out rather quickly, looking beautiful as usual in a blue sweater and long denim skirt. Leo told her so. Then, he walked her to the car and, being the perfect gentleman, opened the door.
They drove to Lillian's in comfortable chatter. Most of the conversation focused on the stories that Lily had told Leo about his grandfather. Piper, who'd grown up listening to Grams' stories about family history and, too a degree, shared her sister's fascination with the past, found the tales of Leo Wyatt, Sr., extremely interesting. Even better was the way Leo described his grandmother. She sounded amazing, and Piper couldn't wait to meet her.
As they got closer, Piper grew more nervous. She desperately wanted Lily to like her. When she realized why she wanted to be accepted by Leo's family so badly, it hit her with a force so hard that her heart nearly stopped. She glanced over at him apprehensively, wondering if he felt the same way about her. If only she could have known what he was thinking...
They pulled up to the house, and he led her up to the front door. Leo's finger had barely left the doorbell when Lily answered.
"Come in, come in." she said eagerly, opening the door for them and ushering them into the foyer.
"Gram, this is Piper Halliwell. My... date." he stopped short of using the word 'girlfriend'. He hadn't officially asked her yet, and he didn't want to sound presumptuous. Piper was too busy trying to calm her nerves to notice.
"Nice to meet you, dear," Lily said genuinely, offering her hand.
Piper shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Wyatt." she said.
"Oh, please, call me Lily." the old woman insisted. Piper nodded in agreement, taking an instant liking to the lady. "Come on, dinner is just about ready."
"You know, Gram," Leo said as he hung up his and Piper's coats, "Piper's a chef. She's brought a few dishes to the hospital for me, and I have to tell you, she could give you a pretty good run for your money."
"Oh, I doubt that." Piper said, blushing."It's always been more of a hobby, a way of keeping my hands busy, really. It was just something my own grandmother kind of pushed me into that turned into a career."
Lily smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Yes, grandmothers have a way of doing that. I'm sure Leo would agree."
Leo chose wisely to say nothing, but caught Piper's eye and nodded. Piper smiled, and Lily, seeing all this, playfully hit her grandson's arm.
"Hey, you said it!" he protested defensively.
Piper giggled, and Lily nodded. "Indeed, I did." she conceded. Then, she laughed, and took Piper by the arm. "Come on, dear. If you're as good a cook as my grandson seems to think, then I'm sure you'd like to see how I prepare my special sauce."
"I'd love to," Piper said, allowing the old woman to lead her into the kitchen.
Leo smiled. He was right; the two women did hit it off. The dinner went better than anyone expected, and both Piper and Leo relaxed. That is, until the drive home.
"So, um, do you want to go someplace else?" Leo asked, his apprehensiveness returning.
Piper nodded. "Oh, okay. Sure."
He drove her to a spot in the shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge, where you could see the whole city. The view was amazing, but neither was paying attention to anything outside the car.
Forcing himself to get it over with, Leo began. "We haven't been going out very long," he started, "but when I'm with you, it's just amazing. You're amazing. I've never met anyone who could make me feel this way. Okay, that didn't sound as agonizingly corny in my head. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is," he paused, looking into her eyes. "I love you."
Piper gasped. It took her a minute to absorb what he'd just said. Finally, it sank in, and she took his hand, looking up at him, and said, "I love you, too."
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A/N: I told you I'd get to the P/L parts. I know, Leo's declaration was a bit trite, but it's two in the morning, so cut me some slack. As always, I want feedback. Go be a good little fic-reader and review.
~from the song "Crush" by Dave Matthews Band~