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Mysterious Midnight: Thanx! I like to have the right amount of funny in my stories. And I, too, thought that those were nice touches.

Raya Halliwell: I totally know what you mean. Cole was awesome. Even when he was the source, I was cheering for him and Phoebe. And, yeah, poor Michael. But, Wyatt and Chris hated getting in trouble by Leo. But, if I were Michael, I'd do the same thing! Lol. : )

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Chapter 8: The Big News

Chris was happy and smiling, taking in the new day after a full night's rest a few days later as he walked into the dining room.

Bianca smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. "Wow, honey, you look so happy."

"Yeah. It's kinda creepy," Wyatt said, causing Leo to hit him on his arm.

"Oh, Wyatt, I love you so much," Chris said, hugging him from behind.

"Uh . . . I love you, too, Chris," Wyatt said, looking confused. He looked over at Leo, who just shrugged. "What's up?"

"I just had a very nice night," Chris said, sitting down between Bianca and Wyatt.

"I don't want to know about that! Ew!" Wyatt said, looking disgustedly over at Chris and Bianca.

Chris laughed. "No. Not that kind of nice night. A remembering kind of nice night," he said as Piper set a plate in front of him. "Oh, Mom, I'm not hungry."

Piper stared at him, her hands on her hips. "Chris, you're always hungry."

"Yeah, but I'm too happy to eat this morning," Chris said, smiling.

"What exactly did you remember?" Piper asked, taking the plate back.

"Everything that involved Wyatt and Michael. Everything. I don't know how it all fit into one night, but it did," Chris said, smiling.

"Even the bad things? Like the other fights?" Wyatt asked, raising his eyebrows, not looking happy.

Chris frowned. "Yeah. The other fights." He smiled again. "But everything else was great. I mean, it feels like it all just happened yesterday. Because the memories are so fresh, you know? I mean, now I really feel like Michael's my baby brother."

Wyatt stared at him. "And he didn't before?"

"No. Since I didn't really know him or remember him, he just felt like a really great best friend. That's it. But, you. You were in my other life. Until I was fourteen when I watched you kill our family, you were the best big brother. Ever. That's why I'm totally comfortable with you," Chris said, reaching for the OJ.

Wyatt turned to Leo. "And you'd think that he'd be uncomfortable with me because I tried to kill him every chance I got," he said, causing Leo to nod in agreement.

Michael walked in and sat down, not looking at anyone as he dug into the plate Piper sat in front of him.

"Michael, wasn't Rachel over last night?" Amanda asked, taking a bit of her bacon as Piper sat down next to her.

Michael looked up at her. "Huh?"

"Rachel? Wasn't she over?" Amanda asked again, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh. Right. Rachel," Michael said, looking back down at his plate. "Uh, yeah. She was over."

"So, she left?" Amanda asked, raising her eyebrows. "I heard you two talking till, like, one this morning. When did she leave?"

Michael looked back up at her. "After we finished talking."

"What do you mean? You guys weren't up all night, were you?" Amanda asked, taking a bite of her eggs.

"Um, no. We got finished talking about two," Michael said, grabbing the milk jug.

"And then she just left? In the middle of the night?" Bianca asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Why are you guys giving me a hard time? I don't want to talk about it," Michael said, getting up from the table.

"Michael, talk to us. We're your sister-in-laws. We care," Bianca said, getting up and putting a hand on his shoulder.

Michael sighed. "Bianca, get your hand off shoulder."

Bianca took her hand away and turned to Chris. "Figure out what's wrong with your brother."

"If he doesn't want to tell us, then he doesn't want to tell us," Chris said, shrugging.

"It's his business," Wyatt said, taking a bite of his sausage.

Michael sighed and sat back down. "I'm not seeing Rachel anymore."

"What?! Why?!" Bianca said, sitting down next to him, Amanda sitting down on the other side of him.

"You two made such a cute couple," Amanda said, looking upset. "Why'd you break it off?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Michael said, sighing. "But, we're keeping in touch."

"Really? You two are staying friends?" Bianca asked, smiling.

"Yeah. We have to," Michael said, nodding.

"You have to? Why?" Amanda asked, looking confused.

"Uh . . . She's pregnant," Michael said, getting up, causing Chris to drop his cup and Wyatt to choke on his bacon.

"And you broke it off with her?!" Bianca yelled, hitting Michael.

"What kind of man are you?!" Amanda yelled, also hitting him.

"I have an explanation!" Michael yelled in defense, his arms up, protecting himself.

"And what would that be?" Piper asked, crossing her arms.

"I . . . I can't say just yet," Michael said, getting up.

"What do you mean 'you can't say'?" Wyatt asked, staring at him.

"You don't just get a chick pregnant and then leave her in the dust," Chris said, also staring at him.

"Yeah. Your father and I didn't raise you to be one of those men," Piper said, walking over to him.

"You guys didn't raise me to be a lot of things," Michael said, starting to leave the room.

"No. Wait," Leo said, getting up. "What does that mean?"

Piper turned around Michael, tears in his eyes.

"Michael, tell us what's up," Chris said, concerned.

"I . . . I can't," Michael said, running up the stairs.

"Michael, wait!" Wyatt yelled as him and Chris ran up after their younger brother, everyone else following.

Michael slammed his door in their faces, sliding down it and sitting on the floor, crying into his knees.

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Five minutes later the six were sitting in the living room.

"Are you guys sure that you can't orb in there?" Amanda asked, pacing.

"Amanda, honey, we've tried. He must've put some boundary spell on his room or something," Wyatt said, sighing.

"Rachel should be here soon," Chris said. The next minute, Rachel walked into the room. He turned to her. "Rachel, what's going on? Why aren't you and Michael together if you're pregnant?"

Rachel took a deep breath. "Michael and I came to an agreement. We wouldn't be together, but we'd raise the baby together. We love our child. We . . . Well, I love him. But he can't love me."

"What are you talking about?" Wyatt asked, staring at her.

"I can't tell you. I promised Michael that I wouldn't. I promised him that I'd let him tell you on his own," Rachel said, sighing, sitting down next to Wyatt.

"Tell us what?" Wyatt asked, staring at her.

"That I'm gay," Michael said from the doorway.

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Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm one of those messed up chicks who think gay guys are cool. And I haven't written a story with a gay guy in it for so long, and it was driving me insane! I hope you guys (chicks and dudes) still read this story after this chapter. Anyway, review please! Ciao!

Hannah