Declaimer: I don't own Charmed.
Chapter Three
"Is what Paige telling me true?" Richard asked when he and Paige appeared in the kitchen.
"Yep, we want you and Paige to get married." Phoebe said sliding the last of the cookies onto a cooling wrack.
"You want what?" Richard demanded.
"He was talking about, Cat, Kattie, Jess and Beca." Paige said.
"Yhea, that's true too." Leo said.
"And here are the pictures to prove it." Chris said handing Richard the photo album.
"If I didn't see it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it." Richard said with wide eyes. "Piper has four daughters that you guys didn't know about. That is just ... WOW!"
"She only has three daughters." Paige corrected.
"The oldest one, Catherin Amanda, I love that name, it's so pretty, is our oldest sister, Prue's daughter." Phoebe explained.
"Grams please not now." Piper's voice said.
"No!" Grams yelled. "We will do this now Piper Halliwell. Not next month, not next week, not tomorrow, not this evening, not even this afternoon. We will do this now. We will talk about this now Piper. You will explain yourself right now!"
"Explain what?" Piper asked as she and Grams walked into the kitchen.
"What do you mean explain what!?!" Grams exclaimed. "How the hell can you ask that?"
"Listen Grams. I am not having the greatest day of my life here and you're really not helping. First off I discover I pregnant, then bam Chris tells me his son from the future. Then I feel really guilty and feel like every one needs to know this big secret I've been keeping for the best part of fifteen years and now my dead grandmother is giving me the third degree. I'm sorry but I just can't handle that. Oh God and I just told you all I am pregnant." Piper shook her head. "Not a good thing. I wanted to wait a few weeks." She clutched her stomach.
"The baby?" Leo, Phoebe and Paige asked in unison.
"No, morning sickness." Piper replied.
"Come on and sit down." Chris said pulling a chair out for Piper.
Leo asked her to sit.
"Can I get you a drink?" Paige asked. She didn't wait for an answer. "I'll get you a drink." She went ahead and pored Piper a glass of water.
"Your cold," Phoebe said. "Are you cold? Shall I go get you a jacket?" She looked at her sister. "I'll go get you a jacket."
"There's no need to fuss." Piper protested.
"I want some answers missy." Grams said. "You can start by telling me how this happened."
"I can't." Piper said. "I don't want to."
Wyatt began to cry upstairs.
"Why don't you four go see to Wyatt." Grams suggested. "Give me and Piper a chance to talk. Alone."
