Saying Her Goodbye

She stood in her room, her hands on her bulging stomach, feeling their two babies kick, nonstop. The tears rushed to her eyes as she felt their feet hitting her hands.

"Piper?" she heard someone call her, but didn't reply. She just stood there, staring at the last picture of them together. It was taken at the baby shower that her sisters threw for her just last week. Even though Piper told him not to come and to go out with her brother and grandfather, he stayed anyway. They had opened all the gifts together. She was sitting on the couch. He was sitting behind her with his arms around her waist, and big smiles on both of their faces as he rested his head on her shoulder and she leaned back on him. That was one of the happiest days she had ever had with him. "Piper," she heard them again. But, once again, didn't reply. She just wanted some time to herself, to mourn for the loss of him. "Piper," he said, stopping at the door. "Hey, come on, it's time to go," he added. She just stood there.

"I don't want to go," she quietly said.

"I know, but we have to. You have to go. You're going to regret it if you don't. You know this," he said. More tears came to her eyes and slowly fell down her cheeks that were already stained with tears. He walked over to her and grabbed her hand. She slowly lifted her head up and looked at him.

"Are you sure Pat?" she asked. He nodded his head.

"The same thing happened with mom and dad. Come on. It's time," he said. She let him slowly pull her downstairs and out the front door, into the car. They arrived about 10 minutes later. She reluctantly got out of the car and walked into the church. Her two sisters and brother sat next to her, her grandparents next to her brother. More tears fell down her face, as she leaned her head on Prue's shoulder. Prue put her arm around Piper and let her cry on her shoulder, as Phoebe held her hand, tears falling down their cheeks as they tried to comfort their sister. All his friends sat behind her. She could hear them crying and asking how he could really be gone. She felt someone put their hand on her shoulder. She didn't want to turn around, but did anyway, after wiping away some of the tears. When she did though, she wished she didn't.

"What do you want?" she asked. Her sisters could hear the anger in her voice and hoped she would stay calm, for the sake of her babies.

"I just wanted to know if you are alright," she said.

"Why do you care? You are the one who always makes fun of me in school, not caring if I'm alright. So, what, now someone has to die to make you see that I'm not that bad of a person and I don't need to hear those comments out of your mouth," Piper replied, angrily.

"I'm sorry about everything that I ever did to you," she said. Piper could hear the sorrow and remorse in her voice.

"Why then? Why did you always make fun of me then Missy?" Piper asked. She didn't respond at first. She had to think about it.

"I don't know. I guess that it was because everyone else always did and I just wanted to be like them and be popular," she admitted.

Piper just looked at her before saying, "You know what, this isn't the place or the time." She then turned around, hearing Missy sigh before crying again. As soon as she turned around, the time came she had wished wouldn't. The priest now stood in front of the church and started to talk. Piper didn't really pay any attention to what was happening in front of her. Instead, she had thoughts flying through her mind, all the times they were together. By the time she had realized that she wasn't paying any attention, he was all done talking and everyone was getting ready to go to the cemetery. They had all left and he was buried. At the end, she stood in front of his grave, as everyone else stood at their cars, talking, while others left. More tears flowed down her face. She stood there staring at the gravestone finally realizing it was true. It had had read;

Michael Steven Wellington

April 29, 1983-May 3, 2001

Beloved son, brother, father,

Friend, and boyfriend

Forever in our hearts,

Always remembered

Always loved

She stood there, staring at the stone that held his name. She stared at his name, now coming to the conclusion of what she would name their son. "Hey Mike," she said. "I know that you really wanted to name our son after you and you always wanted to name him after both our fathers, so that's what I'm going to do. I just thought that you should know I finally decided on a name for both of our children. I want our son to have your name. I decided his name would be Michael Anthony Victor Wellington, after you, your father, and my father. I know how you loved to come up with our little girl's name, so I decided that her name is going to be Madison Valerie Patricia Wellington. All the names that you had wanted and told me that you would always name your children. I miss you so much. I don't understand why you had to take the long way home, or why you left your parents house when you did. Maybe you would still be here if I didn't rush you to come home just because I wanted to see you and we were going to go out. If I never rushed you, then you would still be here and I would be able to see you whenever I wanted. Now, all I have left of you are our two babies and the pictures and videos of you. I would give anything to see you, feel your arms around me, or just to have you kiss me one more time. No one realizes what I'm going through right now. I love you so much Mike. I wish that you never got into your car that night," she exclaimed, tears pouring down her face. Missy, two of her friends, and Piper's two sisters stood behind her, without her realizing it. Missy and her two friends, Karen and Claire, Prue, and Phoebe were all shocked to hear what she had said. They didn't even realize at that time that she had said babies, instead of baby. They stood there, listening to her talk to him. Before they knew it though, she had gasped.

"Piper?" Prue asked, running up to her. She was leaning over, holding onto his gravestone. She was gripping her stomach.

"Prue, help," she managed to say between the pain. Phoebe ran up to Piper.

"Phoebe go get Grams and Grandpa," Prue said, "Hurry!" Phoebe ran to their grandparents. Missy, Karen, and Claire stood off to the side, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Prue, it hurts," Piper said, tears filling her eyes once again. Prue had her arms around Piper and was trying to hold her up, and at the same time, trying to keep her calm. Prue looked up and saw her brother running over, along with her grandparents and sister.

"What happened?" Pat asked.

"I don't know," Prue replied. Pat nodded his head, picked Piper up, and tried his best to run back to his car, before rushing her to the hospital.