Meeting The Handyman
"Piper!" Phoebe yelled from upstairs. Piper was in the kitchen making breakfast when she heard her name being called. She sighed, before putting down the spoon she was using to mix the pancake batter with and going into the hallway.
"What Phoebe," she called back upstairs while leaning on the railing of the stairs.
"The shower won't work again. I thought you were going to call the repairman," she said, standing on the steps, with a bathrobe on. Her light brown hair was to her shoulders and she had some tucked behind her left ear.
"No, I thought that Prue was going to call," Piper said.
"She asked you to because she had the leave early for her photo shoot today," Phoebe replied, "how am I suppose to get ready for my job interview if I can't take a shower?" she was back only a month and already getting on Piper's nerves.
"Go use my bathroom and I'll call the repairman," Piper told her, trying her best to get Phoebe out of her face for now. She didn't know why she was being so nice to her sister after the bombshell she dropped on them the day she had gotten here. She told her sisters that they weren't going to get married for a while because she wanted her family to get to know him and she wanted him to get to know her family. Cole was an ADA and worked near the Manor. He didn't move in. Instead, he had bought the penthouse that his law firm had offered him. So far, the family had no problems with him. They just hoped that it stayed that way after Pat came home for his visit next month. "Oh, and keep your voice down. Michael and Madison are still sleeping," she quickly added, as Phoebe disappeared again upstairs. She went back into the kitchen, picked up the cordless phone, dialed the number for the repairman, and continued to make breakfast for everyone.
An hour later, there was a knock at the door. Piper got up from where she was watching cartoons with the twins and answered the door. When she did, it felt like her heart stopped.
"Hi, I'm the handyman," he said. Her breath and voice were caught in her throat. She saw the most beautiful aquamarine eyes that she had ever seen that matched his blonde hair. "Are you ok?" he asked, snapping her out of the trance she was in.
"Oh, yeah, hi. Come on in," she said.
"Thanks," he replied, smiling at her. She felt her knees go weak when he smiled. "So, what's the problem?" he asked, switching his toolbox from one hand to the other.
"Oh, um, the shower upstairs," Piper replied.
"Ok, so just show me where and I'll fix it," he said.
"Ok, follow me," she said. She stopped and looked in the living room. "Michael, Madison, you two stay here ok. I'm just going to show him what to fix," she said to her twins that were now lying on the couch. They both nodded their heads, before the two walked upstairs.
"Cute kids," he said, once they were in the bathroom.
"Thank you," she replied, smiling a little.
"Are they yours?" he asked, taking out his tools.
"Yeah, I try my best with them," she said.
"If you don't mind me asking, where is their father?" he questioned. He saw the pained look in her eyes and immediately regretted the question.
"You don't have to answer. I was just curious," he quickly added.
"No, it's ok. I mean, it has been long enough. He died in a car accident a month before they were born 5 years ago," she replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked," he said, feeling even worse now, "I'm Leo, by the way."
"I'm Piper," she replied, shaking his hand, with a smile on her face.