AN-I am so sorry I didn't update as quick as I said I was going to be, but I have been busy in school with so much work and I have had the biggest writer's block ever. Again, I'll try to get the chapters out quick. Anyway, here is the next chapter, finally!

Ch.6

He woke up the next morning, feeling better than he had in years. Even though the windows we almost closed and they were up on the fourth floor, he swore he could still hear the birds chirping outside. Whenever he heard this, it was always a good sign that something good was going to happen. He had heard them outside the day he met her, the day he found out she was pregnant, the day they had gotten married, and even at the moment he held his two little girls for the first time. They had never let him done once and he hoped that nothing would happen to make him lose the last hope he had left. When he stood up, he immediately wished he hadn't. A strong and sharp pain shot through his back and up into his neck. 'That's what I get for sleeping on such an uncomfortable chair last night,' he said to himself. He looked at the clock and noticed that it only said 7:15 in the morning. As he looked around the room, he smiled as his gaze fell on his mother and daughter. They were both asleep on the couch, with Bianca's head lying on Piper's chest, snuggling up to her, trying to get comfortable. He walked over and pulled the blanket up, before gently placing a kiss on his daughter's head. He then looked at his mother. The one and only person he was able to talk to. He remembered everything that happened last night. From the beginning of him telling her what happened, to him crying and eventually falling asleep in her embrace. He now knew why she had always tried to stop him from leaving every time they met. He now knew that all she had wanted to do was to talk to him and to know what had happened to him. All she had wanted was her little boy back. That's what she had always called him, her little boy. To her, he would always be that no matter how old he would be. He smiled at them one more time, before walking over to the window and just staring outside.

Thoughts started running through his mind as he stood there. Thoughts about everything that had happened over the course of his life from when he was 2 years old until just about 3 years ago when he left. His mind kept going back to certain memories involving him and his father. They were always about Leo yelling at Chris for things he had done. It didn't matter if it were things he did that he saw Matt do and just wanted to copy him like all younger brothers do. He would always be yelled at. One specific memory kept coming back though, which had taken place just about 6 years ago, when Chris was only 14. He had gotten into another useless argument with his so-called father. This time, however, it was different. It wasn't the arguing that made it different, but the one thing that Leo had said, that had hurt and confused Chris more than anything. They were arguing and Chris was getting angry. Chris had said that he wished Leo wasn't his father and that's when he said it. That's when he said the one thing that made Chris feel like his heart had been torn out and his life had been a lie. "It's good that you wish that because I'm not your father and you're not my son! You never have been only Wyatt is! God I can't believe Piper made me keep that secret! It was the biggest mistake I ever did! I would never raise my son to be as disrespectful as you are!" He kept yelling and didn't even notice that Chris had gone silent. He stood there, completely still, with tears almost cascading down his face. And that's when he decided to do it. He walked up to Leo and punched him as hard as he could in face, before turning around and running out, not even noticing his mother, brother, and sister walking by.

He now stood there, staring out the window, with tears in his eyes. As soon as that memory had left, his dream came back to him, the dream about him knowing that he wasn't Leo's son, but someone else's named Greg. He heard that name before, but didn't have anytime to think about it, as he heard someone calling him. Chris, thinking it was Bianca, slowly took his time, to clean his face, and turn around. When he did, he felt like his heart stopped. A small smile slowly came across his face and the tears came rushing back.

"Daddy, my head hurts," she said. He just stood there again, for a couple of seconds.

"Marie?" he asked, making sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Daddy," she said again. This time he knew he wasn't dreaming. The tears now fell freely down his face as he ran to his little girl. He gently picked her up the best he could and hugged her like he hadn't in years. He had come so close to losing her just like their mother but now knew that what she had told him that day was true. "I'll always protect them." Her sweet voice sung in his head and he knew that she was living up to her promise. He looked up to the ceiling, as if looking at her, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you Bianca."