Dear Diary,
I know, haven't written in a while; been too busy throwing up all the time. Isn't pregnancy a joy?
Anyway, we haven't seen Chris for a month now. I've long since given up calling for him. I was hurt that he was ignoring me, but Paige reminded me that Whitelighters can block out all calls when they want to be alone. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm worried sick about him. He's my son, and I have no idea where he is, other than my stomach, but that's mini him. Right now, I miss Big Chris. I just wish I could talk to him. Oh shit, I gotta get to the bathroom!
Well, that was interesting (and no, I don't mean the puke). As I was puking my guts out, I didn't hear Chris calling me. I was wiping my mouth off when he came in the bathroom and scared the hell out of me.
"Mom, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just pregnant. Throwing up tends to come with the territory."
"Right, sorry about that."
He helped me to my feet. "Not your fault. So, what made you finally decide to come?"
He smiled, for once, a non-cocky smile and said, "I felt like talking to my mom."
After that, we hung out the rest of the day. We talked, we baked cookies which, apparently we do together a lot in the future, and we rented a movie. I let him pick. Guess what he chose: The Craft. I creamed him with a pillow and said, "Don't you get enough of that crap in real life?" All the while smiling. It was great. I feel like I really got to know my son. I just can't wait to get to know him even more. I can already tell Leo and I do something right with him. He's such a good man. Woah, now that's crazy. My son is an actual man. And he's barely been conceived. Still getting used to it all. But I'm glad I could share this day with my boy. I think we might just get past this and start to act like a family.
Oh god. I still don't know what to tell Leo.
Hey guys. Just realized I forgot to add a disclaimer. So here it goes.
DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor never will, own Charmed, or the fabulous Drew Fuller. I will go hide in a corner now and repeat that to myself.
I know, haven't written in a while; been too busy throwing up all the time. Isn't pregnancy a joy?
Anyway, we haven't seen Chris for a month now. I've long since given up calling for him. I was hurt that he was ignoring me, but Paige reminded me that Whitelighters can block out all calls when they want to be alone. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm worried sick about him. He's my son, and I have no idea where he is, other than my stomach, but that's mini him. Right now, I miss Big Chris. I just wish I could talk to him. Oh shit, I gotta get to the bathroom!
Well, that was interesting (and no, I don't mean the puke). As I was puking my guts out, I didn't hear Chris calling me. I was wiping my mouth off when he came in the bathroom and scared the hell out of me.
"Mom, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just pregnant. Throwing up tends to come with the territory."
"Right, sorry about that."
He helped me to my feet. "Not your fault. So, what made you finally decide to come?"
He smiled, for once, a non-cocky smile and said, "I felt like talking to my mom."
After that, we hung out the rest of the day. We talked, we baked cookies which, apparently we do together a lot in the future, and we rented a movie. I let him pick. Guess what he chose: The Craft. I creamed him with a pillow and said, "Don't you get enough of that crap in real life?" All the while smiling. It was great. I feel like I really got to know my son. I just can't wait to get to know him even more. I can already tell Leo and I do something right with him. He's such a good man. Woah, now that's crazy. My son is an actual man. And he's barely been conceived. Still getting used to it all. But I'm glad I could share this day with my boy. I think we might just get past this and start to act like a family.
Oh god. I still don't know what to tell Leo.
Hey guys. Just realized I forgot to add a disclaimer. So here it goes.
DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor never will, own Charmed, or the fabulous Drew Fuller. I will go hide in a corner now and repeat that to myself.