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A/N This was originally going to be attached to the last 'chapter' but i decided against it. But i have way too much free time so i thought i'd post anyway, (god bless study leave). Also this chapter explains the title... almost...
Part 2- the present:
Paige's quest to get Chris a life.
Paige
Ok, if I were a neurotic Whitelighter from the future where would I be? 'Ah ha!' she thought, and orbed away. 10 minutes later she orbed back to the living room of the manor after discovering that Chris was not buying tickets to see her favourite band. Darn! Oh well al least she'd got some while she was there. Four; she thought she'd ask Chris to come along. I mean she couldn't think of a better way for him to get a life. Now back to finding him, where could he be?
She suddenly heard whistling coming from the kitchen and since Piper was at the club, Phoebe was at the newspaper and Demons don't usually whistle, she came to the logical conclusion that a squatter had moved into the house while she was searching for Chris. A second later she realised that a more likely source of the whistling was her neurotic whitelighter and so she entered the kitchen determined to talk Chris into getting a life; even if he was dead.
As she entered the room she saw a sight that shocked her, Chris was wearing a pair of oven gloves and seemed to be finishing off making what appeared to be the most delicious looking breakfast ever, which was saying something considering she lived with an ex-chef. "You have got to let me have some of that," said the charmed one.
Looking up Chris stopped whistling, "sorry," he said embarrassed, "I didn't think anyone was in. Piper came to the club and I asked if could go and use her kitchen…"
"I don't care as long as you don't keep that all to yourself."
He smiled, and served half of his food onto a second plate.
"Thank you," said Paige pulling up a chair, "you know I never pictured you as a cook."
"Well," answered the whitelighter sadly, "I haven't had the chance in years."
"Why not?"
"You know the answer to that."
"Yeah I suppose I do," replied the witch taking a bite, " this is delicious can you make anything else?"
"Why?"
"Well it's Pipers birthday soon, and neither Phoebe or I can cook…"
"So you want me to make her the chicken thing that she really likes?"
"However did you know?" asked the witch sarcastically, "wait! How did you know that that was Pipers favourite?"
"I know all," responded the whitelighter smirking.
"Very funny!" said the witch, not amused
"I thought so."
Paige smiled; Chris seemed much more relaxed, happier even. This was definitely a good first step in helping him get a life. She took another bite of her breakfast, if that meant he cooked more as well; that was good too.
Piper
Work, work, work; even when she was pregnant it's all she seemed to do. While going through the stock in the room at the club, Chris's room she guessed she should call it, she cast a caring eye towards her son. Baby Wyatt was sitting in his chair playing with a stuffed toy lovingly. Remembering when she had been pregnant with him she smiled wondering if this child would be as much trouble in the womb.
Checking to see whether or not the limes she'd ordered had arrived, she discovered to her distress, she had been sent half a dozen crates of turnips instead! "Ugh! What am I going to do with turnips?" she yelled and magically they turned to limes.
Turning to look at her son once more she saw he was still playing with his little stuffed duck, totally oblivious to her problem. 'Ok, so either I did that, or…" Glancing down at her stomach, which as of yet didn't reveal her condition, she sighed. "I'm gonna guess it wasn't me."
Finishing up with the stock sometime later she re-entered the main room at the club "Do you think you can handle the rest?" she asked. Rex; her bar manager, "because I need to take off."
"Sure Piper."
As she drove home, with Wyatt in his safety seat, Piper began to consider the consequences of another magical child in her household, and more urgently another magical pregnancy. If this one was going to turn her best power into flowers she needed to be prepared, and so did her sisters. Who to tackle first with her magical worries; Phoebe or Paige? Phoebe was the agony aunt, but she was also at work, so she decided to go to Paige at home.
"Paige," she called as she entered the house, and again after dumping Wyatt in his playpen "Paige?"
Paige"In here Piper!" called Paige from the kitchen, except due to the fact her mouth was full of that delicious food Chris had cooked her it came out more like, "Inherpier" Swallowing her mouthful she repeated, "In here Piper!"
As her sister entered the kitchen saying, "Paige I need you to make some potions…"
Piper looked around bewildered taking in the room's delicious odour, "Wow Chris I know you said you wanted to use my kitchen but I thought you meant for toast or something."
Their whitelighter shrugged.
"Try some," said Paige shoving her plate under her sister's face, "it's delicious."
"Maybe later, we've got a problem."
"Demons?" asked Chris
"No, Children," replied his eldest charge
"Huh?"
"This bundle of joy in here," she pointed at her stomach, "turned 6 crates of turnips into limes!"
"What were you doing with turnips?" "Are you sure it was him?" asked Paige and Chris at the same time.
"Ugh they were supposed to be limes," said Piper shrugging off her sister's question.
"So what's the problem?" asked her sister, then turning to Chris, "wait how do you know it's a him?"
"Hello?" said Chris "From the future!"
"Oh yeah," said Paige realising that she had sounded like an idiot, "so why didn't you warn us about this earlier, and if you dare say future consequences I will kick your ass."
"Ok. I don't think it was the baby because I can't … think that it has any power like that?"
I can't think that it has any powers like that? That doesn't sound like Chris; it doesn't even make grammatical sense. He sounded like he changed what he was saying half way through… hmmm He's hiding something!
"Well he does!"
"Are you sure it wasn't Wyatt?"
"Positive."