Dear Diary,
Woke up this morning with a headache. I didn't want to go downstairs, but I knew Phoebe and Paige would probably just make it worse by pounding on my door. Besides, we keep all the aspirin in the kitchen.
Paige and Phoebe were the only ones in the kitchen besides Wyatt. I looked at him playing in his high chair and wondered for the thousandth time how someone so innocent could become the evil tyrant that Chris has described. I suppose I didn't want to believe Chris until I found out he was my son. There's that word again. Son. Sons. I have two now. Or will. Whatever. Anyway, Phoebe and Paige purposefully avoided eye contact. They asked how I was doing. I said fine. Then I grabbed an aspirin and was on my way out when, on an impulse, asked where Chris was. Paige looked surprise and Phoebe fussed with Wyatt. Here's how the conversation went after that.
"Come on guys. He's my son and I want to know if he's ok."
Paige looked kind of embarrassed. "Well, we haven't really seen him since last night."
"What do you mean you haven't seen him? Did he go somewhere? Why didn't you follow him?"
Phoebe stepped in. "Calm down, Piper. I'm sure he's fine. He was just kind of hurt. He thought maybe, well..." She and Paige exchanged looks.
"He thought that you didn't want him."
I said, very quietly, after a minute, "Well, he's wrong."
And I just left. What was I supposed to say to that? I am really surprised that Chris is my son, of course, but who in the world wouldn't be? But I do understand why he would be hurt. After all those things I've said to him in the past few months, I mean jeez, I can't believe he stayed around. Even after I threw him out he came back. At least I know one of my kids is going to be like me: stubborn as hell. And so brave: he's given up so much for his family, even Bianca, his one chance at happiness in his time.
Chris is a good person. I'm glad he's my son.
But what am I going to tell Leo?
Chub: Thanks 4 the review. Hope you enjoy the next entry!
Woke up this morning with a headache. I didn't want to go downstairs, but I knew Phoebe and Paige would probably just make it worse by pounding on my door. Besides, we keep all the aspirin in the kitchen.
Paige and Phoebe were the only ones in the kitchen besides Wyatt. I looked at him playing in his high chair and wondered for the thousandth time how someone so innocent could become the evil tyrant that Chris has described. I suppose I didn't want to believe Chris until I found out he was my son. There's that word again. Son. Sons. I have two now. Or will. Whatever. Anyway, Phoebe and Paige purposefully avoided eye contact. They asked how I was doing. I said fine. Then I grabbed an aspirin and was on my way out when, on an impulse, asked where Chris was. Paige looked surprise and Phoebe fussed with Wyatt. Here's how the conversation went after that.
"Come on guys. He's my son and I want to know if he's ok."
Paige looked kind of embarrassed. "Well, we haven't really seen him since last night."
"What do you mean you haven't seen him? Did he go somewhere? Why didn't you follow him?"
Phoebe stepped in. "Calm down, Piper. I'm sure he's fine. He was just kind of hurt. He thought maybe, well..." She and Paige exchanged looks.
"He thought that you didn't want him."
I said, very quietly, after a minute, "Well, he's wrong."
And I just left. What was I supposed to say to that? I am really surprised that Chris is my son, of course, but who in the world wouldn't be? But I do understand why he would be hurt. After all those things I've said to him in the past few months, I mean jeez, I can't believe he stayed around. Even after I threw him out he came back. At least I know one of my kids is going to be like me: stubborn as hell. And so brave: he's given up so much for his family, even Bianca, his one chance at happiness in his time.
Chris is a good person. I'm glad he's my son.
But what am I going to tell Leo?
Chub: Thanks 4 the review. Hope you enjoy the next entry!