Thanks again for all the reviews! I really appreciate them!

Shina- Well, she is still his mother.. She has to have some sympathy right? Glad you like

Zoned-out- haha... I agree, they are meanies! Thanks for the review

May-j- yup, Chris is gonna be a daddy. I personally think he will be a great daddy too! haha the family will find out Chris's secret eventually, to see their reaction.. well, you'll just have to keep reading to find out : )

Melissa-p- I'm glad you can relate to him I know how you feel about being ignored; I'm the youngest of five so i'm used to not being the center of attention too. I hope u keep reading and reviewing

DrewFullerFan4Life- I'm glad you like! This is my first charmed fic and only my second fanfiction fic so I was kinda nervous when I began writing this. I appreciate you reviewing!

Calen- Glad you're responding to my story you're on the right track in your thinking. You'll just have to keep reading to see what happens next and see how his family reacts Thanks for the review.

AJ6- Yeah, I know they are really supposed to be five years apart, but I thought it would be easier to write it if they were a little closer in age. Sorry about that. But I do agree with you about their age difference making their relationship seem more interesting. Thanks for the review

Chapter 3

"So, this is your last night of being 17 and a kid, how do you feel?" Bianca asked as she snuggled onto Chris's chest.

It was 11 o'clock at night and the couple was snuggling together on the couch of Bianca's apartment. It had been 8 days since his parents had grounded him, and he still had 4 days of his punishment to serve. Although the thought of lying to his parents just heightened the pent up guilt he had been feeling a lot lately, he also couldn't stand to leave Bianca and the baby alone in the apartment for two weeks.

"Hmm... I don't know. I guess it just feels kinda weird knowing that when I wake up tomorrow morning, I'll finally be considered a legal adult."

"Well believe it, you'll go asleep a kid tonight and wake up an adult in the morning. It's like magic!"

Chris had to smile at her bluntness of the situation. His smile however turned into a look of sadness as he was reminded of the time.

"I think I should leave now. When I left, Piper and Leo were sleeping and the Aunts were watching T.V in the living room with Wyatt and Ryan. I don't want them to know I'm not really in my room sleeping. That would just cause round 2 with my parents. I should've just dropped of the chocolate and left." Chris gently lifted Bianca's head from his chest and began to stand up.

Bianca pouted as she stared into his eyes, "Do you have to?" she whined.

Chris grinned, "I thought you were supposed to be the older one?"

Bianca sighed as her pout turned into sadness, "I just miss you when you're not here with me," she placed a hand on her swollen belly, "We miss you."

Leaning down, he landed a soft kiss on her lips and caressed her cheek in his hands. Gazing into her eyes he said, "You know I'll always be there for you and the baby. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." He flashed her a reassuring grin.

She nodded feeling comforted by his words. "By the way, stop by tomorrow night at around 11. I have a surprise for you."

He raised an eyebrow at her, "A surprise? What kind of surprise might this be?"

"If I told you then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?" she answered in her infamous sarcastic voice.

He shook his head and laughed. 'I hope the baby doesn't take after her with that.' Reaching down, he gently rubbed her stomach with a loving smile, "I'll be back tomorrow, sweetie. I promise," he whispered.

Straightening up, he gave Bianca a small wave and a smile before disappearing in a sea of blue and white orbs.

Chris awoke to the sound of his family hustling around downstairs.

'Something's going on down there.'

Yawning, he turned his head to stare outside his window and gazed out at the view. The sun was high up in the clear velvety sky. Off in the distance, he could see the tips of the high buildings that rose from downtown San Francisco and the high red beams that marked the Golden Gate Bridge.

"Another perfect day, huh?" he whispered to himself with a sad knowing smile as he silently allowed the flawless image to seep into his mind.

After another moment of soundless thinking, he finally rose from his bed and began stretching his tired limbs.

He glanced around his slightly empty room and let out a weary sigh. Chris was never one for decorating his room like his brothers were. Both Wyatt and Ryan's rooms were covered in sports and band posters and were constantly changing as the two boys grew up. Every time one of them had a sudden change in interests, it was mirrored by their rooms. Piper was constantly nagging at them to clean their rooms and make it look at least presentable, particularly Ryan's.

With Chris's room however, it was hard to tell that someone was even living in it, not to mention for 18 years. The walls were still the same dark bluish color they had been when he first moved into the room 18 years ago and were slightly peeling from its old age. The room held a dresser, a desk, and a bed. The only thing that had really changed about his room over the past years was his bed which went from a crib, to a small twin size bed, to his current queen size bed. If someone had walked into the room, the only way they would have known that the room was even occupied would have been from the trophies that were displayed on top of his dresser.

Ever since Chris had turned 14, he had had a fascination for Motocross. The speed, the intensity, the adrenaline rush that came from going off a big ramp. That was the year he had received his first bike from his grandpa who had stopped by from New York. That was also the last time he had seen his grandpa. Shortly after returning to New York, the family had received news that he had passed away from a sudden heart attack. Chris didn't like to linger on these memories too much since it brought him pain and sorrow.

Although his grandpa only came once a year to visit, every time he did come, he always took the time to hang out with just Chris and spend some time with him. This always meant a lot to him since he normally wasn't the center of attention at the manor.

He didn't know if it was the fact that his grandfather had gotten him started and supported his interest in the sport, but ever since then Chris had always enjoyed racing. It gave him a sense of comfort and a release from the stresses of life. About a year after he had first started, he began entering races and winning. At first he had just won simple little trophies, but soon as the competitions became bigger, so did the prizes. The awards went from helmets and free motocross gear to a couple of hundred dollars.

To his parents and aunts, motocross was just a little hobby that Chris had picked up over the years and they didn't think twice of it. Occasionally, either Wyatt or Ryan would come down to one of his races or ask him about a competition he had competed in, but otherwise no one else seemed to take notice.

Throwing on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, he took one last glance around his room before going out the door.

While walking down the hallway to the stairs, he ran into his Aunt Phoebe who was muttering to herself and didn't seem to know he was there.

He cleared his throat to finally catch her attention before greeting her with a, "Good Morning."

"Oh, hey Chris! Sorry didn't see you there. Been kinda hectic with the big day and all," she replied as she finally noticed the presence of her nephew.

Chris's heart leapt for a second, 'Did they remember my birthday?' Not wanting to get his hopes up, he cautiously asked, "What's so big about today?"

"You don't know? Ryan's been babbling about it for the past few weeks! You know the soccer semi-finals! Ohh, I wish I could watch him but I have to go to the big business meeting today!"

'What did you expect?' he thought himself as he tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice as he flashed his aunt a fake smile, "Oh, yeah... I uh- forgot about that..."

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat but I gotta get my purse from my room! If I'm late again, I won't even have a job to go to!" she exclaimed as she scurried past him to go into her room.

'Don't get upset, don't get upset- you shouldn't have jumped to conclusions in the first place,' he silently said to himself as he climbed down the stairs, trying to shake of his disappointment and sadness.

Entering the kitchen, he saw everyone was in a frantic race as they all scurried around the kitchen trying to get their task accomplished.

"Paige! I told you to put the drinks in the cooler ages ago! God, I hate being the mom in charge of refreshments. Leo, are you sure Wyatt will be ok coming to the game? I told you I didn't want him orbing to Valhalla alone! I don't care if he's the 'twice-blessed child' or not! Remember the last time we were there?" Piper exclaimed as she turned her frustration to Leo.

Leo sighed, "Piper, Wyatt will be fine. The elder's just wanted him to deliver a message for them. You're just worried because Wyatt made it seem like a life threatening mission. He's just annoyed because he thinks the elders just use him as an 'errand-boy'."

"If you say so..." Piper replied only half believingly. Noticing Chris enter the kitchen Piper pointed to a plate on the table and told him, "Your breakfast is getting cold, come sit down and eat."

He nodded half-heartedly and obeyed his mother's command as he slowly began eating his eggs.

The back door suddenly flew open as an annoyed and frustrated Ryan came flying through the door wearing his black and green uniform and carrying a duffel bag.

"My wonderful, loving family; you know I love you guys with all my heart, but can you guys be any slower?" he asked sarcastically as he tapped his feet on the ground impatiently and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Oh shush! We're moving as fast as we can!" Paige grumbled back as she went to put the cooler in the back of the car.

Ryan rolled his eyes at his aunt and turned his attention to Chris who was silently eating his breakfast, and grinned.

"Hey! You're finally up! I was going to wake you up, but Wyatt told me that if I did he would orb me into a lake again. Geez, a burst of sunshine, isn't he?" Ryan's smile turned into a frown when he noticed Chris wasn't ready, "Why aren't you ready yet?"

"Umm-"Chris began hesitantly , but was cut off by his dad.

"Because he isn't going," Leo replied for him as he reached for the car keys on the counter.

"What?! Why not?" Ryan asked as he turned to his brother who was staring intently at his breakfast, trying to avoid his younger brother's eyes.

"Because he's still grounded," Leo told him.

"I'm sorry Ry. I promise I'll try to go to your next game, okay?" Chris asked as he tried to lighten his brother's mood.

"Yeah, I guess. I just wish you could be there with me today... I'm kinda nervous," Ryan added with a sad smile. "Can't you make an exception for today, please?" he asked as he turned to his parents.

"I'm sorry you guys, but a punishment is a punishment," Piper replied as she looked at Chris who had gone back to picking at his food with a fork.

Leo looked between his wife and his two sons and sighed, "I think we better go before we're any later. And I bet Paige is getting annoyed sitting in the car."

Ryan nodded as he turned to his brother, "I guess I'll see you later, bro."

Chris smiled, "Okay. Try to relax; I know you'll do great."

Ryan grinned back before leaving the kitchen and walking out the back door.

"Okay, I'll see you later, Chris. Remember no leaving the house." With that said, Leo followed his son out the door leaving Chris and Piper alone in the kitchen.

"We'll be back at around 6 o'clock, okay sweetie? In case we're late, can you put the roast in the oven for me?"

"No problem," he replied with a weak smile.

Nodding her head, she grabbed her jacket off the chair and left with a final wave at her son.

Silence remained as he sat there picking at his eggs without taking a bite. The feeling of depression and loneliness threatened to completely wash over him as he sat there at the table, thoughts conflicting inside of him.

'What did you expect? For everyone to jump up and down and yell, "Surprise! Happy Birthday"? You didn't even tell them, how are they supposed to remember?'

'But should I really have to remind them that one of their sons were born 18 years ago today!?'

'Today was a busy day, with Ryan's match and Aunt Phoebe's meeting. It was an easy mistake.'

'Stop trying to justify the fact that your family just forgot you 18th birthday!!'

'No, I was just being stupid to put my hopes up thinking otherwise.'

'Yea, but I thought at least Wyatt or Ryan would remember....'

Closing his eyes and shaking his head he took a deep breath before opening them again, "Okay, stop thinking about it. It's no big deal; it's just another regular day. I'm okay with everything; it's no big deal." Even though he was saying this out loud, deep inside he knew he was lying and only trying to convince himself he was okay. Too bad it wasn't working......

'Just another thing to bottle up inside.'

After washing the dishes and putting them away, he climbed the stairs to the attic where he found the Book of Shadows as it always was. Walking over to where the book lay on the podium, he ran his hand across the worn-out cover and let it comfort him.

Whenever he felt upset or depressed, Chris always seemed to find comfort in reading the ancient book. To him, it was a connection to the family, his family. It made him feel like he actually belonged.

Before he got a chance to open the book and start to read, a sudden gust of strong wind whipped open the book and flip though the pages. When the wind finally settled down, Chris peered at the page the book lay open to and a wide grin spread across his face as he recognized the familiar page.

Walking over to the old cabinet where he knew the candles were stashed, he opened it and removed 3 candles. He placed the candles in a circle in the middle of the attic, lighting each one as he went. Once he was satisfied, he returned to his position behind the podium and read:

Hear these words, hear my cry
Spirit from the other side
Come to me, I summon the
Cross now the great divide

Grinning, he looked up to see a mass of gold and white sparkling lights emerge in the circle and structure into a person. When the lights finally vanished, it left a translucent beautiful woman with long, black hair and a wide grin spread across her face.

Stepping out of the circle of candles and becoming solid, she opened her arms and said, "What? No hug for your absolutely favorite aunt?"

Laughing, Chris quickly stepped out from behind the podium and ran into her open arms. Wrapping his arms around her neck and feeling comforted, he replied in an affectionate voice,

"Hey Aunt Prue."

TBC