Author's Note: I realized that Piper seems to be taking all of this really well, don't you think? Just so that we are all on the same page here, I want everyone to know that Piper still thinks that she is dreaming. She is playing along because she thinks she is in the middle of some crazy, fun dream and doesn't want to wake up in a reality that is boring and dull. At some point she will realize that it is not a dream, but I'm not really sure when. Okay, now that that has been said, on with chapter six.

Chapter Six: Mommy

"I'm a mom?" Piper asked herself, walking over to a table where she had seen the pictures of the two boys. Picking up a frame, she saw the two of them together and instantly her heart melted. One boy had blond hair and easily resembled Leo, but it was the other boy that caught Piper's attention. His green eyes stared back at her and she saw herself in his reflection.

"My children," she whispered.

"Our children," Leo said, standing behind her. "Beautiful, aren't they?"

Piper could only nod as tears filled her eyes. When she had gone to bed the night before, she had been filled with a hopelessness that had been plaguing her over the years. A hopelessness that she was doomed to be alone in the future, with no family, but it was right there in front of her, proof that she would marry and have two gorgeous sons.

"Happy?" Phoebe asked.

"Very," Piper said, turning to her sister. "Do I have any nieces or nephews?"

"You have a baby niece who is sleeping upstairs. You were the only one who has had boys," Phoebe answered. "My husband is away on business in Hong Kong, and won't return for another three weeks, so I am afraid that you will not be able to meet him."

Leo faced Piper. "This spell probably will not last very long, a day at the longest. There is a reason to your being here, I just have to figure it out."

Piper placed a hand on Leo's shoulder. "I think I know what it is. I am here because of what I wished, right? Well, I wished that I didn't have a boring life and that I had love. I have been feeling so lonely and I'm guessing that my being here means that I am supposed to spend in a day in my future self's shoes to prove that what I have been feeling is wrong."

Leo looked at Piper, a puzzled look on his face. "You mean, you actually believe that you are in the future now?"

"Yes and no. I suppose that if I don't try and make myself believe it that I won't. If that makes any sense at all," Piper said. "I mean, what is the harm in believing in something that I will never have?"

"Now, there is the Piper that I know and love," Phoebe said, jumping up and hugging her sister, thinking of all the times that Piper dreamed of having a normal life, but seemed doom to never get one. "So, uh...I'm hungry. What are you making for breakfast, Piper?"

"What makes you think that I am the one making breakfast?"

Phoebe draped an arm over Piper's shoulder. "Because you make breakfast every morning, I mean, you are the trained chef in all."

"A chef?" Piper looked over at Leo to make sure that she had heard right.

"You were a chef, then became the manager at a restaurant," he told her as they walked into the kitchen.

"And now you are the owner of a very popular nightclub by the name of P3," Phoebe added.

"A nightclub?"

Before anyone could answer Piper, there was a swirl of blue and white orbs and a young boy with brown hair appeared and dashed behind Piper, holding her tight. Piper, a bit confused at first, tried to remind herself that in this future, she was a mother and that the son in front of her had no knowledge of her not knowing who he was. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself to act as if nothing was different about her, she just hoped that if she acted natural that the boy would not know the difference.

Opening her mouth to speak, Piper realized that she did not know the name of the boy behind her, but she did not have to worry long, for Leo spoke for her.

"Chris, what are you doing?" he asked.

The boy popped his head out from behind his mother. "Wyatt was being mean. He was orbing my things all over the room."

"Wasn't your Aunt Paige just up there talking to you boys about using your powers?" Phoebe asked. "You know you aren't supposed to use them against each other like that."

Chris held onto his mother tighter, and looked up at her. "She came in and yelled at me for coming downstairs, but it was an accident. I didn't mean to come downstairs."

Kneeling down, Piper took Chris into her arms and picked him up. For someone as small as he was, she couldn't believe how heavy he was. Stroking his hair, she whispered in his ear. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean to. So, why don't you tell me what you want me to make you for breakfast and then go play until it's ready?"

Chris' eyes grew wise as he smiled. "Can you make French toast?"

"Of course," Piper answered. "Now you go play and I'll call you when it's ready."

Giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, Chris ran from the room and up the stairs. Leo watched his son go then looked at Piper. It came so natural to her, even if she had technically never been a mother yet.

"Already getting accustomed to your life here?" he asked as Piper made her way around the kitchen. He hoped that nothing had moved too far from its original place so that she would not be able to find it.

Opening the fridge, Piper turned to Leo. "I just figured that the boys don't know that I am not really their mom. I mean, I am, but I'm not the mom that they know and I can't let them know that. Besides, I treated him the way any child would want to be treated."

"Chris is just coming into his new power," Leo said. "He astral projects all over the house, but only because he can't control it yet. It is really hard, but you are there for him and are real patient."

"That's what he must need. I'm glad that I can be of some help to him; I mean he is my son after all. Isn't it the least I can do?"

"Plus, she is making us food, Leo," Phoebe added. "So, mommy, can you hurry up with that French toast, because I am starving!"

Piper laughed. "You know, some things never change."