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"A child having a child." Grams had said cryptically on that fateful September evening. "Scarcely an adult herself and having two children."
Piper rolled over in her bed, tossing and turning as she had done many nights for seven years. Since he'd left her to raise the children all alone, to be a mother, without the help of a father, to guide the kids through life only on her mother's instinct.
Many lonely nights were spent wondering why she had decided to go to bed with him, to sleep with him, to get herself pregnant. Not that Piper didn't love her children, but it was hard. Everyday of her life…it was hard. Her head had been dizzy with one night love, her senses dulled with his good looks and charm, her body distracted with pleasure under his touch. Yes, it was hard.
Restlessly, Piper opened her eyes and swung her legs over the side of her bed. She threw the navy blue blanket to the side, slipped her feet into cushy pink slippers and padded into the kitchen. She turned the radio on low, and pulled eggs from the fridge, mind set to make a cheese omelet.
Cheese omelet. Everything reminded her of him.
"I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't." Piper murmured sourly as the soft sounds of Top 40 were drowned out by running water as she washed her hands. Piper cracked six eggs over a bowl, and proceeded to whisk until they were a fascinating yellow blend. As she put them in the skillet, her tired mind couldn't help but wander.
Last she'd heard, Leo had moved to New York to "make something of himself". What the hell was she doing, breeding purple chickens!? Piper's eyes got teary as she obtained cheese and turkey ham from the fridge. She slammed cold cuts on the counter angrily as tears ran down her flushed cheeks. Damn him. Piper turned to turn up the radio and knocked the eggs to the white and blue tiled floor.
"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!" Piper let out a muffled cry of sheer frustration as she slapped her hand to her face.
"Mommy?"
Piper looked up at the little voice. Her children, Wyatt and Christopher were standing in the doorway to the room, both of them with fearful looks across their young, vibrant faces. Piper dropped to her knees, holding out her arms. Her twins ran to her and she enveloped them in a loving hug. They were fraternal twins, and looked almost nothing alike, as Chris took on more of her genes and Wyatt looked more and more like his father everyday.
Just the feel of their warm bodies and the sweet smell of their hair was enough to make Piper's freefalling tears subside. After pulling away, she looked at them with a watery smile.
"Hey," she said with false cheeriness, "Mommy managed to break the eggs." She said with a little laugh. "So, I'm thinking we could go out to breakfast, say Waffle House?"
Both boy's faces broke into grins and they cheered. Piper smiled, turned them around and sent them off to get dressed. She watched her children run down the short hallway of their two bedroom apartment with a small smile. Yes, it was hard. Not that Piper didn't love her children
AN: Short chapter, I know, don't hate me!! -----begs----- I'm going to get the next one up soon with any luck. So, I hope you liked it and please review!!