Rockabye

A/N: Sigh Well, I fought off the cuteness of the two brothers for a long, long time, but I've finally yielded. This is planned as a sequence of little snippets, showing different stages in Wyatt and Chris' relationship…

Disclaimer: I'm a scrawny, ginger British kid. Do I really look like the sort of person who would own Charmed? Well, even if you think so, I don't. Nuh uh.

Summary: The first time Wyatt saw his little brother, his nose wrinkled in distaste. But he learned to like him. Actually, he learned to love him. brotherly love fic

Enjoy!

1.

Rockabye Baby

The first time Wyatt Matthew Halliwell saw his little brother, his nose wrinkled in distaste. The creature was very small; tiny even, and it seemed even more so cradled to his Daddy's chest.

He couldn't see properly, not even from his vantage point in Auntie Phoebe's arms. But he knew one thing for sure; he didn't like the thing. Not one little bit.

Daddy had taken the creature in to see Mummy, but Wyatt had not been allowed to go. He frowned at that. Why could the thing go while he couldn't? He wanted to see Mummy. Auntie Phoebe kept cooing in his ear, 'see Wyatt, that's your little brother!'

What did that mean?

After what seemed like ages, Daddy had come out, hastily wiping the tears from his face and smiling tiredly down at him. Wyatt reached out to him in silent demand, and Daddy had taken him into his arms, and then brought him to see Mummy.

Mummy was now holding the thing close to her chest; she looked tired, and her hair was all messy. Wyatt glared at the thing, this creature who had made Daddy cry and Mummy all tired.

"Look, Wyatt! Look! It's your brother, your little brother. Baby Chris, do you see?"

Wyatt clambered cautiously across the hospital bed, settling himself beside Mummy, staring down at the creature. He looked up at Mummy, who smiled, and kissed him gently on the forehead, then turned back to gaze lovingly down at the creature. No, the baby. Baby Chris.

Wyatt frowned, studying the baby closely.

A soft thatch of dark hair fell into the baby's face, making it seem even paler than it already was. It had round, chubby features, with a tiny nose and a tiny mouth. Wyatt wrinkled his nose as the baby's face scrunched up suddenly, and it made a quiet cooing sound, rather like the kittens he had seen on a farm once.

"Do you want to hold him, Wyatt? Here, let Mummy help you. Be very careful, alright sweetie? Don't drop him. That's it."

Mummy struggled to sit up, and pulled him close to her side, all the while holding the baby carefully. The blanketed bundle had begun to wriggle at the movement, and Wyatt could only stare as Mummy pulled him into her lap, and then laid the baby very gently on his legs, still supporting the baby's head with her arms around Wyatt.

"Oh, look, honey! He's waking up."

Mummy whispered, sharing an adoring glance with Daddy. Wyatt was glad, because Mummy and Daddy had been away from each other so long. He looked up at Mummy, who had leant up to kiss Daddy deeply on the lips. Then he looked back to the baby.

"Isn't he beautiful, Leo? Little Chris. Our little Chris."

Had it been this…baby, which had brought Mummy and Daddy together again? Wyatt stared at it. Little brother. Little baby brother. The words seemed foreign, strange. Wyatt blinked in surprise, as the baby gurgled, and then, its huge eyes, far too large for its little face, rolled drowsily open.

Wyatt bit his lip, cautiously looking back at the baby, whose eyes seemed to study him. Daddy's eyes. The baby had stolen Daddy's eyes! Or maybe…maybe Daddy had given his eyes to it.

The baby blinked Daddy's sea green eyes up at him, then his tiny mouth split into a toothless smile, and its chubby face lit up, gurgling happily. Wyatt's brow furrowed as a small hand reached upwards towards him, batting at the air below his very nose.

He looked at the hand for a moment, before automatically, he reached up his own hand and caught the tiny, hot fingers in his fist gently. The baby giggled, and Wyatt glanced up, to see Mummy and Daddy hugging each other tightly, smiling down at him.

He felt four soft little fingers close around his own little finger, and gasped, snapping his head around to look back down at the baby. The grip tightened, the tiny fingers curling around his, with tiny fingernails no bigger than the buttons on the baby's clothes.

He looked from the hand clutching his own, to the baby's contented face, smiling bright sea green eyes. It felt so weak, the delicate fingers around his own feeling as though they would break if he held them too hard. Mummy leant down and dropped a kiss to his hair, before reaching out to smooth the baby's hair.

"Oh, Wyatt, sweetheart. You've got a little brother. Isn't it wonderful?"

Wyatt shifted his arms around the baby, tentatively tugging the hand still clutching his back and forth, rocking him slowly. The baby gurgled and giggled, blinking trusting eyes up at him.

Well, it wasn't wonderful. But maybe it wasn't so bad, either.

A/N: Well, this was more of preview than anything. Should I continue? I was thinking about making a sequence of oneshots following the brother's childhood…obviously any updates after this would be much longer.

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