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Chapter 11: Love

A few days later Michael and Rachel sat in the living room, staring into each other eyes.

"Michael, I love you," Rachel said, sighing dreamily.

"Not as much as I love you," Michael said, pulling her close and stealing a kiss.

Rachel smiled and kissed Michael softly. "I just wish that your brothers would stop staring at us, smiling like the idiots they are."

Michael smiled as the two looked over at the doorway, where Wyatt was standing behind Chris, who was leaning on the doorway, his arms crossed, both of them smiling.

"Um, right. Sorry," Chris said quickly, walking back into the dining room, then the kitchen.

"You two are so cute," Wyatt said, smiling.

"Wyatt . . ." Michael said warningly, raising his eyebrows.

"Right. Sorry," Wyatt said, nodding, following Chris.

Michael and Rachel turned back towards each other.

"Michael, you know what we're going to have to do now, right?" Rachel asked, smiling, raising her eyebrows.

"Get married?" Michael asked, smiling. "I want nothing more than to be your husband."

Rachel giggled as Michael pulled her into a kiss. "That's not what I meant."

Michael lost his smile. "Oh? What, then?"

"We'll have to get a place of our own so your brother and his wife can move out of the basement," Rachel said as Michael pulled her even closer, so she was practically laying on him.

"Well, we can't break up The Charmed Ones. I have duties. We'll just have to live here like everyone else," Michael said, starting to kiss her deeply.

"As long as they don't interfere with our duties to each other," Rachel said between kisses.

"They won't. I promise," Michael said between kisses.

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"So? What're the lovebirds doing in the living room?" Piper asked in the kitchen.

Wyatt smiled. "Sitting across from each other -"

"- and staring into each other's eyes," Chris finished, smiling.

"I hate it when they finish each other sentences," Amanda said, Bianca nodding in agreement.

"Well, now they're making out on the couch," Leo said, walking into the room.

"I remember when mine and Wyatt's love was fresh," Amanda said, sighing dreamily. "Those we are best years as a couple."

"Michael and Rachel have been dating since he was sixteen. He's twenty-two now. That's five years. That isn't exactly fresh," Chris said, staring at her.

"Well, they just got back together after a serious break up. It's fresh. Well, a break up that lasted more than a day," Amanda said, shrugging. "Look, all I'm saying is that I can remember when Wyatt and I were like that."

Chris shuddered, looking away from his brother and sister-in-law. "I don't want to think about that."

"Chris and I are still like that," Bianca said, smiling, sitting down on Chris's lap. "Aren't we, pookie?"

"Yes we are, my little sugar dumpling," Chris said, kissing her nose. Bianca smiled wider, staring into Chris's eyes lovingly, Chris staring back with the same amount of love.

"I'm gonna go puke now," Wyatt said, getting up and leaving the room.

"I'm with him," Piper said, following him.

Leo chuckled. "Well, you two just have your fun and ignore them. But, if it's too much, go to your room," he said before orbing away.

Amanda smiled at the two. "Well, I'm gonna go see if I can . . . find a demon," she said before walking out of the room.

"I think we were making them sick, honey," Bianca said, kissing him deeply.

"Then let them be sick," Chris said, kissing her back deeply as Michael and Rachel walked in.

"Oh! That's so cute!" Rachel said, smiling. She turned to Michael. "Sweetie, can I still on your lap?"

Chris chuckled and looked up at the two.

"Hey! You're supposed to be staring into my eyes!" Bianca yelled, hitting him on his arm.

"Well, Michael and Rachel walking in ruined the moment," Chris said, looking back at her.

"We can leave," Rachel said quickly. "Right, Michael?"

"No. It's okay," Chris said, smiling, looking over at her. "We're fine."

"No we're not!" Bianca said, hitting his arm.

"Isn't there a law against wives abusing their husbands?" Michael asked, crossing his arms.

"Nope!" Bianca said, smiling. "So that means that I," she hit Chris, "can hit Chris," she hit Chris again, "as much as I," and, again, she hit Chris, "want."

"Okay, okay, stop hitting my brother," Michael said, pulling her off Chris.

Bianca glared at him, then looked over at Rachel. "Hey, Rach, wanna go to the mall?"

Rachel smiled. "Isn't that a sister-in-law thing?"

"Well, trust me, you'll be one soon enough," Bianca said, pulling her out of the room.

Michael sat down across from Chris, who was rubbing his arm. "Are you okay?" he asked, smiling and chuckling.

Chris smiled and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I'll be fine. She just hits hard." He stopped rubbing his arm and put his arms on the table, looking at this little brother curiously. "So, do you think what Bianca said was true?"

Michael shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Um . . . And, uh, what would that be?"

"Do you think you and Rachel are going to get married?" Chris asked, raising his eyebrows.

Michael smiled. "Yeah. I do. No, wait. I don't think. I know. We are. I can feel it."

Chris smiled. "C'mon," he said, getting up.

Michael looked confused. "Where?"

"Just c'mon," Chris said, walking down into his "room".

Michael smiled slightly and walked after Chris. "What's up?"

Chris grabbed a velvet box from one of his drawers and smiled as he walked over to Michael. "It got passed down from Grandma, to Mom, to Aunt Phoebe, then Aunt Paige, then Wyatt, then me, and finally you," he said, handing it over.

Michael opened it and smiled. "The family ring."

Chris smiled. "Yeah. The family ring. Now, you have to pass this on to your daughter."

Michael looked up at Chris, smiling widely. "Thanks, Chris."

Chris smiled wider. "Just doing my job."

Michael pulled Chris into a hug.

"God, you grew up too fast," Chris said, wiping away a few tears.

Michael grinned. "What do you expect? I'm only two years younger than you."

Chris nodded. "Good point. But, still. You're my baby brother. Just, promise me that you always will be."

Michael nodded. "I promise, Chris."

Wyatt walked down the stairs. "I remember when I gave Chris that ring. God, I was so emotional," he said, standing down next to his two little brothers. "And it looks like Chris is doing the same thing."

Chris looked offended. "I am not!" he said, forcing back tears.

Wyatt smiled. "Liar."

Leo walked down, then stood next to his three sons.

"Hey, now all the men of the family are down here," Chris said, smiling. Then he frowned. "In my room. Hey, how about we all go up to the kitchen?"

Wyatt rolled his eyes.

"No. I was serious," Chris said, staring around at them.

"Hiding things from us, are you, Chris?" Leo asked, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, actually," Chris said, nodding.

"Oh, like what?" Michael asked, crossing his arms.

"Let's raid his room!" Wyatt said, smiling at Michael.

"No, no -" Chris start, his eyes going wide.

Michael set down the box on Chris's nightstand and started raiding the room with Wyatt.

Chris turned to Leo. "Make them stop!"

Leo shook his head. "No. Actually, I'm kinda curious what you're hiding from me. You never hid anything from me."

"Wow," Wyatt said, opening a drawer. "Well, at least we know that Chris's is being careful in bed." He smirked at Chris.

Chris's eyes went wide. "Hey!"

Michael smiled. "Well, now I know where to come when I need condoms."

"Get out of my room!!" Chris yelled, pushing them up the stairs. "Now!! Go!!"

"Okay, okay, we're goin," Wyatt said as him and Michael ran into the kitchen. He looked over at his baby brother. "Going through his things."

"Just like old times," Michael said, smiling.

"You, too!" Chris yelled, looking back at Leo.

"Why? I gave you your first pack of condoms," Leo said, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms.

"Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!" Chris yelled, running into the kitchen and past Wyatt and Michael, still saying 'ew'.

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Chapter 11! Now onto Chapter 12! I'm in my groove tonight, and I'm gonna use it while I got it! Anyway, review please! Ciao!

Hannah