Goddess, what was she going to do NOW, Mahina wondered to herself as she paced around the Halliwell attic that night after they returned from P3. It wasn't as if the deal she'd made with Wyatt was like any other betrothal; if she said no to him she would be killed...
"Mahina?"
"Hmm?" Mahina turned around towards the voice and the sight that she saw was cause for her to smile like she hadn't in days; Christopher Perry Halliwell was not only standing there looking very sorry, but he was doing so holding a bunch of flowers. As he walked over to her spot by the window, she said, "I thought you were mad at me..."
Chris handed her the flowers, and then turned his attention towards something out the window. "Look's like you're moving in... sort of," he said, turning back towards her and smiling before moving to stand behind her and show her, "see? The for sale sign isn't there anymore."
Mahina looked back a bit and smiled. "And so the cycle begins..."
After that, they moved away from each other and cleared their throats, each taking a seat on the window; it was more awkward than either of them had probably ever seen the other... "Look Mahina..."
Mahina shook her head, effectively cutting off Chris without saying a word; now was not the time to dwell on things, they both knew it. "No, you were right; I should have told you I was half-whitelighter." She sighed. "There were a lot of things I should have told you before you left..."
"We'll figure something out, I promise Mahi..." Mahina hadn't heard her nickname in so long, and it hadn't been said in so long... it shocked her and Chris both when he said it. "And you should know," Chris continued, opening his arms for Mahina to settle into them, "that you were the only girl, ever, that Wyatt and I fought over."
"Yeah?" Mahina asked, turning towards him, even though her face ended up quite close to his. "Was I really worth it?"
Chris smiled, angled his head, and slipped a hand behind Mahina's head; it caused her to close her eyes and just smile. "Yeah, you were worth it..."
