Ch.10
He sat in the room that was now his. The two girls lying in his bed, asleep, as he sat there, were breathing heavily. They had both woken up about half an hour ago, screaming and crying from nightmares, strangely, both about the same thing. Both about being taken from their Daddy and living with people who didn't even want them there. It might not seem like a scary dream, but for two 3 year olds, who were both extremely close to their Daddy, it really scared them. Chris sat there, thoughts and ideas running through his head, as he stared at his girls. He was thinking badly about what they had told him. It had taken him 20 minutes to finally find out what had scared them so bad. The dried tear streaks were still easily seen on their cheeks. It was 4:35 in the morning when he had finally fallen back to sleep, only to be woken back up 3 hours later.
"Chris, get up. There's someone here for you," Greg said, gently shaking his son's shoulders. Chris slowly opened his eyes and sat up. He looked to his left and saw both girls still asleep. "Why are they in here?" Greg asked, referring to his two granddaughters. Granddaughters, he still couldn't believe that at the age of 51 he was a grandfather. He didn't look that old though. He still had all his hair color, barely any wrinkles, and was still as healthy and in the same shape, muscular structure, that he had when he had first met Piper at the age of 30.
"They had a bad dream last night," Chris replied, once again looking at his daughters. The visible tear streaks he saw only 3 hours earlier were not as visible now.
"Ok, well, there's someone here for you," Greg said, once again before walking out. Chris groggily got up and followed, shutting the bedroom door behind him. He slowly jogged down the stairs, only to see a police officer standing there, with an envelope of papers in his hand.
"Christopher Wyatt?" the officer asked.
"Yeah," Chris replied, flinching when he heard his last name.
"These are for you," he replied, handing the envelope to him, before leaving. Chris stood there and slowly opened the envelope to the waiting papers inside. His heart stopped and tore into pieces when he had finally seen the papers inside.
Later on that day, he was on a flight back to San Francisco. The girls were at his father's house and would be staying there until Chris got back. The flight lasted about three and a half hours, until it finally landed. He then took a cab to where he would meet all four of them. He walked into the building, up the stairs, and into the room where he saw the first two people. First, he stopped where he was, but slowly got up the courage to walk over to her.
"Where are they?" he asked.
"In the next room," she replied, "What's going on?"
"Mom, they want them. Bianca's parents want custody of the girls," Chris replied, tears rushing to his eyes.
