Paige clutched the large pillow in her arms and flipped through the magazine she had pulled out from her side table. As much as she wanted to sit and stare at the deliciously hunky Matt Damon, she couldn't avoid the matter on her mind: Kyle. How could she have been so stupid?

She could try and blame this all on Phoebe, but that would be wrong and this wasn't Phoebe's fault, it was hers; hers and her big mouths'. It was close to midnight now an she still couldn't sleep. She wasn't tired.

The Christmas presents lodged underneath her bed and in the back of her closet were calling to her, screaming to be wrapped and put under the evergreen downstairs. Wyatt would be glad of that: more presents to shake and investigate to his liking. Of course, Phoebe would be shaking and investigating right along with him.

Getting up from the bed, she wandered over to the closet where her store bought gifts were stacked high and thumbed through them all. Wyatt was done, as was little Chris and Leo too. Phoebe was one gift shy of being complete and she was still waiting to buy something for Piper. The things she wanted to get her eldest sister didn't go on sale until Christmas Eve and she was determined to tough it out and fight her way through the crowds.

Paige skimmed down the boxes that held clothes for her sister and nephews and arrived at the boxes where striped tailored shirts housed. Those were the gifts for Kyle, along with a book by Dickens that he let slip out that he wanted to have and a bottle of fragrant spray, which was necessary. His apartment needed it and he needed a maid. And something told her that she would be that maid that came along with the spray.

"You really ruined Christmas this year, didn't you Paige?" She asked herself in the middle of her lonely room, thinking of what Kyle was doing at this very moment. He was probably lonely too.

He was lonely. He was hoping to make this another special night with Paige, but it wasn't. It was just another spoiled day that he could complain about to his sister if she ever responded to his instant message.

Kyle looked towards the miniature clock on the computer screen as he waited for his kid sister, Kellee to respond to his message. He knew she was there; she was always on the computer doing one thing or another. He would bet ten to one that she was chatting away discussing her new obsession with a television show called The O.C. So much of an obsession that she had got him interested in it.

SecretAgentMan: Kel, you there? Come on, I know you are there…
KayKei: Yea, I'm here. What's up?
SecretAgentMan: Just wanted to talk.
KayKei: 'bout what? You got girl problems again?
SecretAgentMan: Again? I don't have that many girl problems.
KayKei: Pfft!
SecretAgentMan: You gonna help or what?
KayKei: What did you do?
SecretAgentMan: Me? Who said I did anything?
KayKei: Kyle, do you want my help or what?
SecretAgentMan: Yes.
KayKei: Okay, so talk to me.
SecretAgentMan: Okay I was moving into kiss her and she backed away asking what I was doing and I told her I was getting a kiss from my girlfriend…
KayKei: Wait, gf? Since when did she move up to gf status? And why didn't you tell me?
SecretAgentMan: That was kind of a given, Kel.
KayKei: Kyle! Good lord, Ky, are you retarded?
SecretAgentMan: Hey!
KayKei: Seriously, I need to just astral my butt there to smack you in the head.
SecretAgentMan: Astral?
KayKei: You're not the only Brody who knows stuff you know.
SecretAgentMan: :-P
KayKei: Did you tell her that you considered her your girlfriend or did you just assume that she knew?
SecretAgentMan: The last one.
KayKei: Ky!
SecretAgentMan: What?
KayKei: What am I going to do with you?

"You're going to tell me how to fix this," he said aloud as he typed, unaware that Piper had orbed in behind him thanks to her Elder husband.

"Maybe I can help you with that?" Piper's voice resonated behind him as he swirled around in his chair, surprised to see Piper in his apartment in the middle of the night. "Sorry, I know I should've called or knocked on the outside of the door, but this was so much easier and wow, you need a maid," Piper excused her intrusion and looked about his very messy apartment.

"So I've been told," he retorted. "Just a minute," Kyle told the eldest Halliwell and twirled back around in his chair. Kellee had filled up the instant message box with suggestions and although he asked for the help from her, he knew he would have better luck with Paige's sister than his own.

Kyle clicked off the screen and rotated in his chair for the third time and looked up at Piper, who was just like her sister – checking out his apartment, making tiny notes in her mind on what needed to be cleaned, thrown out and organized.

"Sorry about the mess."

"That's okay. You can definitely tell that you're a bachelor." Piper raised her eyebrows and moved some of the old newspapers and dirty clothes off of the sofa so she could sit down.

"This is probably a stupid question, but why are you here?"

"You're right, that is stupid." Piper paused. "Paige."

"Paige." Kyle stated, knowing where this was going to go. He didn't want to deal with it tonight, but somehow he knew that Piper would make sure he did.

"I'm here to fix Phoebe's mistake. She likes to force things and this is something that can't be forced," Piper paused, still looking about the apartment. "The thing between you and Paige…it just is. And that's the beauty of it. You mind?" Piper asked the fed, motioning towards the cluttered coffee table in front of them.

Kyle waved his hand, not minding if one of the other Halliwell sisters had her way with his apartment, even though he preferred Paige's. With his permission, Piper started to pile up stacks of old newspapers he hadn't bothered to read, printed reports and faxes from Homeland Security and candy bar wrappers.

"You really are a bachelor, aren't you?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, yea."

Piper smiled at his honesty. Finally found yourself a keeper Paige. "Okay, so this problem with you and Paige…"

"Problem? Yeah, it went from awkward silence to problem and took a left at catastrophe."

"I think you're exaggerating just a bit." Piper said, pushing papers to the side and wiping crumbs off of the wooden coffee table.

"Exaggerating? No, I'm not. Piper, how could she not think that she's not my girlfriend?" Kyle raised his voice a little bit as to not annoy Mrs. Thompson down the hall, who was in bed at seven p.m. and up a five a.m.

"Wow…"

"What?" Kyle snapped, pushing himself up off the spare chair in front of the computer and walking over to the kitchen area. Watching him jolt open the fridge to grab a beer, Piper smiled even more, remembering how she was when she was falling in love.

"Kyle, what are your intentions with my sister?" Piper just came out and asked. She wanted to know and it would help them in a plan to romance Paige back to his side.

"Excuse me?"

"Your intentions…with my sister…what are they?" Piper stood and asked again. She strolled over to the tiny kitchen area that Kyle was standing in the middle of and crossed her arms, waiting on an answer.

"I don't see…"

"Just answer the question Kyle."

"I never really thought about it." Kyle set down his beer bottle and scratched the top of his head, thinking of something to tell the Halliwell in his apartment.

"Do you love my sister?"

Kyle looked up at Piper then, just now realizing how true those words were. He loved Paige. That's what his mother meant by those words; to give someone the ornament you have to be true…true to yourself and your heart. He loved Paige. He went to sleep thinking about her and woke up the same way.

It wasn't a perfect love, he knew that but he didn't want the perfect love. He wanted the messy, scary, holding on for dear life and never a dull moment love…and that's what Paige and he had. Looking up at her sister, the miracle sister as he would now refer to her as, he smiled.

"I'm so glad." She softly said, having faint tears in her eyes and a joyous cry in her throat. "Now say it. Say that you love Paige."

"I love her." Kyle paused, his lips curling into a smile as the words left his mouth. "I love Paige." Kyle smiled more. "That's not it. I want to marry Paige and have a life with her. I want a house and children. I want a dog named Rover and a cat named…whatever and I want to be sitting on the porch one day with gray hair and bifocals and her beside me, holding my hand."

"Okay, slow down a bit. Let's just work on the 'you love Paige' part first."

Kyle placed his hands upon the clean counter and stared at the tiny box that was atop it. The fancy ribbon that he had wrapped around it was droopy and the wrapping paper was mushed at the ends, torn slightly so it revealed a peek of the dark blue color of the box.

Wyatt stared at the fed from across the way, probably wondering the same thing as Kyle: what was Piper doing? She paced from wall to wall, speaking of things that she wanted to do for his confession and romantic night with Paige.

He knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to kiss her, cook for her, give her the ornament and then he wanted to walk with her back to his bedroom and make long steamy love to her. That's what he wanted to do, but something told him none of those things made Piper's list.

"Okay, Christmas tree there, festive lights there, nativity scene there…" Piper rambled off the top of her tongue as Wyatt stared at his mother. Kyle just rolled his eyes and walked over to where the little by was standing.

Wyatt didn't know what to do with himself. There was no brother to torment since Leo had Chris at the manor and there were no aunts to be cute for, even though he couldn't help it. Kyle sat down at the edge of the sofa and looked through the bag that Piper had brought along with her.

Piper was a mother and moms didn't go anywhere without an emergency stash of sugar and toys, just in case. Kyle was right, deep down under the files from P3 and other holiday festivity planning guides were the toys.

Two of them to be exact. Kyle handed a small black Hot Wheels® car to Wyatt and he held onto the red one. Taking this morning's newspaper, which he still had to read, he set it aside, giving them ample room to go racing.

"That's it!" Piper jumped and made Kyle jump as well as he was about to make a left turn and follow Wyatt's lead.

"What's what?"

"We go…now."

"Where?"

"Tree lot," Piper took the toys out of their hands and shoved them back in her bag. Kyle stared at her still, amazed and worried about what the Halliwell had planned. "Come on, chop chop. We don't have all day."

Kyle reluctantly followed her lead, reaching for Wyatt's hand and praying for sanity through this whole thing. It was for a good reason, he kept reminding himself. Paige was the reason. He was going to get her back and this time, he was going to tell her everything.