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Author's Note: Hi! Okay, I'm not going to be able to post on this story for a few days because I want to work on some other stories so this is only a piece of chapter five.

I will re-post this part and the rest of it at the end of the week.

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Last Time...

Piper continued, "Why summon Wyatt's mother to comfort him? Why not summon his own-"

She cut herself off, and I could picture the pointed look Mom was giving her. I heard a gasp and figured it was Phoebe or Paige or both.

"Unless… Wyatt's Mother…" Paige whispered.

"Is his mother…" Phoebe finished.

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Silence.

Dead Silence.

The silence stretched for so long that I felt the need to slowly lift my head and see what was going on.

They were all looking at me. All four of them.

Three pairs of eyes studied me intently; looking for clues… for things they should've seen and didn't.

I knew they'd find them.

I looked like my parents—Leo's eyes, Mom's smile… I was a Halliwell.

And I looked like one.

They'd see it now.

The last pair of eyes fixed on me told me it was going to be okay— I could only hope.

"Is it true?" Paige asked.

"You're Piper's son?" Phoebe questioned.

I didn't really have to answer. So I didn't. I just waited for the explosion.

Piper was going to hate me. Or worse yet… she was going to love me— because she had to. Again the thought stung. It was hard to accept that you were only loved because of obligation, it was painful knowledge; and impossible for me to escape.

I knew, for a fact, that if I were not their blood my family would never love me.

Piper finally opened her mouth as if to say something only to close it again mutely. She looked at Mom and than at me; her eyes narrowed and her mouth opened, "Careful," Mom told her before she could say anything.

Piper shut her mouth again and looked down. We all waited, it felt like hours, but I knew it couldn't have been more than a minute until she looked back up.

I was so tense, the cake completely forgotten. I was cursing myself a million times for this— I'd known better. I shouldn't have summoned Mom. It was a bad idea. I knew better than to risk it.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over to meet Mom's caring eyes.

She'd known better too.

The cake caught me completely by surprise. A chuck of it hit me squarely on the side of my head; I looked back to find Piper's eyes blazing with anger.

Her hand full of cake again, "You little brat!" she screeched and threw more of it at me. I jumped off the stool and backed away.

This was sooo not what I'd had in mind… she was supposed to suddenly love me, not pelt me with pastry!

"How could you do something like that?" She yelled, grabbing more cake and coming after me.

Nope, not what I'd had in mind!

"What were thinking?" She continued in a rage, "Do you realize we weren't taking care of you! That we could've let you die!"

She was advancing; I was nearing the wall, my hands held out in front of me. Every thought evaporating from my head, somewhere in the distance a voice told me to orb to safety, but the voice was far away… and Piper wasn't.

"HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME! How could you do something like that? Why would you do something like that! HOW COULD YOU LET ME DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?" She yelled; she was now directly in front of me; my back was to the wall.

I had no where to run.

"How could you let me do that to you?" She asked, her voice was quieter now, the anger was fading from her eyes, the hand holding the chunk of cake lowered, "Let me treat you like that… when… when you're… mine."

I let the question flow over me; let her tone filter into my brain. I shrugged in answer, relaxing a little now that murderous glint had left her eyes.

"You little brat!" she yelled again, the anger suddenly back in full force; and cake was shoved squarely in my face this time. I didn't have a chance to so much as wipe at my face when I pulled roughly into an embrace.

I blinked through a haze of icing and found that the other three occupants of the room were looking slightly amused.

Piper pulled back suddenly, "You should have told me, Chris," She said firmly.

I didn't say anything. She stared at me.

After a moment she started wiping icing off of my face with her hands, "It would have been easier if you had." She continued softly.

And those words made me irrationally angry, I glared her, "I thought that maybe I could get you to like me. How was I suppose to know you'd find me so un-likable." I told her defiantly.

She winced, than regarded me for a moment, "You know, I might have if you'd been less secretive." She said firmly.

I thought about those words for a moment— was it true? Could she have liked me?

"Really?" I asked her, hating the way I sound so young suddenly.

She seemed to consider it for a moment, and with each moment, I felt my hope shrivel a little bit more.

"You're smart and you work hard and you have good ideas. I think once you stopped lying to us… yeah, I would have liked you." She said finally.

I swallowed hard, and confided the answer to her why, "I wanted to see… to see if you could like me if I was a stranger. But—you couldn't."

Her hands grabbed my shoulder's the same way Mom had earlier, and a sense of deja'vu filled me.

She shook me a little, "That's not fair, Chris," She said firmly, her gaze steady, "You didn't come to me as just a stranger. You came to me as a stranger that was meddling in my family."

"I've got a point there, baby," Mom said from behind Piper. My gaze shifted to her and I pulled away from Piper. Walking over to Mom I noticed that she had a little frosting on her face too… she had been standing next to me— well it serves her right…

"You do not have a point," I told her, even though I could see that maybe she did.

Mom grinned, "Of course I do,"

"It's true," Paige offered, "We would have liked you if you'd been an innocent…"

"Or a normal whitelighter who didn't interfere with our lives every single minute of every day…" Phoebe added, smirking a little.

"If you'd come as just a stranger… we probably would have liked you, Chris," Piper stated after moment.

I looked from one to the other—was it true?

"Of course you would have liked him!" Mom cried in mock outrage, "You raised him!"

And that brought a smile to every one's face; even mine.

"Did you know she was going to do that?" I asked Mom, suddenly suspicious. I think I'm going to be finding icing in my hair for weeks.

"What? The cake?" She asked

I nodded.

"Of course not," She sniffed, than grinned, "I don't remember being that imaginative."

"It was a perfectly good waste of a great cake," Phoebe complained, "Couldn't you have thrown that Broccoli casserole that's in the fridge at him instead?"

"Oooooh, am I in the Casserole phase?" Mom asked.

Paige nodded a tragic expression on her face.

"I make great casseroles," Piper huffed.

"You make better cakes," Phoebe stated, "Or at least you will…"

"Make us another one," Paige pleaded, "Please…"

Mom shook her head and started speaking, but I beat her to it, "You should… after all this is you fault," I stated, calmly.

"How is this my fault?" she asked, eyeing me askance.

"You promised not to tell." I told her.

She laughed, "I didn't promise, Christopher, I told you I'd try. But come on…" she motioned towards Piper, "That woman can try the patience of a saint."

She continued to grin as she reached out to pull a clump of cake from my hair, "And it's better this way, now I can leave knowing that I'm leaving you in my own hands." She said smugly.

"I can't believe you threw the cake at him!" Paige cried, her attention still focused on the desert, as she used her finger to scoop icing off of my arm.

"It's 'cause she didn't taste it," Phoebe explained, doing the same, "She doesn't understand how sacrilegious it was."

"I'm going to be washing cake out of my hair for days; and this shirt is ruined," I complained.

Piper shrugged, looking a little embarrassed, "I didn't think it through."

"Okay… please just tell us what in this…" Paige moaned.

"Or just what it is… it is not regular chocolate frosting…"

"Nope," I answered for Mom, in a decidedly cocky tone.

It felt good to know something they wanted to know but didn't.

Something that was simple, that wasn't life-threatening or earth-shattering.

"It's not… but you're not going to find out for years…" I grinned at them, "I'm going to get cleaned up, be bac-"

Mom shoved me a little, "I'm not done with you young man… now that we can talk freely… I'd like to know why my husband is an Elder…"

My cocky mood evaporated, that was not a subject I wanted to discuss.

Hmmmmm, I looked around quickly. Stay and talk to Mom about Leo or leave and let Mom talk to sisters…

"Christopher, I am waiting for what I'm sure is going to be a delightfully clear explanation of what you've done…?"

"I'm sorry but before you get into that," Piper said coming to stand in front of us, "I'd like to know what the hell you were thinking keeping something like this from us."

"Yeah, and now that I think about it… what's up with that whole endangering-your-existence thing?" Phoebe said.

Hmmmmm, answer questions or get cleaned up?

"Oh my god! Did I ever hit on you?" Paige cried suddenly, her expression horrified.

Get cleaned up it is…

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