Dear Diary,
It's been almost a week since that little incident with Chris. He still won't talk to any of us. He hardly comes to the manor anymore except to look in the Book of Shadows or check on me and Wyatt. He thinks I haven't noticed when he comes in at 2 in the morning and watches me sleep for 10 minutes. I thought about surprising him and forcing him to talk to me but Phoebe and Paige advised against it. They said he just needs time and some space. He'll tell us when he's ready. But damn it, I'm sick of waiting. I swear, I'm going to give that kid just a little while longer before I track him down and bring his sorry ass home. I can't believe he's doing this to me. While we're waiting for him here, he could be hurt, even dying, and we won't know it, unless he's miraculously conscious and calls for Paige. Even so, if he's hurt that bad and we call for Leo, what if he can't make it in time? God, I feel like I'm going crazy with worry. I'm going to
Wow. Even after all I've read in pregnancy books, I guess I still had a hard time believing too much stress could make you pass out. Boy, was I wrong. I suppose it was bringing up all those emotions that caused me so much stress and made me faint. I was just lucky Chris orbed in and caught me. Damn, that kid's got good reflexes. Anyway, this is gonna sound weird, but I'm glad I blacked out. Chris kinda found my diary and read some of the stuff in it. I think he felt it was his fault I fainted. So he stayed with me and when I woke up, he said he was sorry. I also notice he looked much worse than before.
"For what, Chris?"
"For making you worry. I didn't realize how much stress I was putting on you."
"It's ok. Just come around here more, ok? Maybe at times when we're all awake?"
He smiled. "Never could sneak into your room without you waking up."
"To tell you the truth, every time you came, I was always awake. I was up worrying about you."
"I'm so sorry, Piper, I really am."
"Piper? What happened to 'Mom'?"
Then he started to look nervous. "I just forgot is all. I was used to calling you Piper."
"Chris, you haven't called me Piper in two months. What's going on with you?"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Look, I'll come around more, I promise, just please don't make me talk about this now. I just can't."
He was getting a little hysteric so I said fine, gave him a hug (he stayed kind of limp), and then he left.
So here I am again confiding in my diary and writing about the events currently upending my life. Maybe we should have given up our powers when the Angel of Destiny offered it to us. Our lives would be much less hectic. Just once, I'd like to have a normal, boring day, and a peaceful, quiet night. According to Phoebe, our lives should be demon-free in a few years. I'm just not sure I can wait that long.
Oh well. Don't have much of a choice in the matter. But for now, I'm making a solemn vow that the next time Chris orbs his butt over here, I'm going to set up the crystals and not let him leave till he eats something, 'cause that kid looked thinner than Paige and that is saying something.
It's been almost a week since that little incident with Chris. He still won't talk to any of us. He hardly comes to the manor anymore except to look in the Book of Shadows or check on me and Wyatt. He thinks I haven't noticed when he comes in at 2 in the morning and watches me sleep for 10 minutes. I thought about surprising him and forcing him to talk to me but Phoebe and Paige advised against it. They said he just needs time and some space. He'll tell us when he's ready. But damn it, I'm sick of waiting. I swear, I'm going to give that kid just a little while longer before I track him down and bring his sorry ass home. I can't believe he's doing this to me. While we're waiting for him here, he could be hurt, even dying, and we won't know it, unless he's miraculously conscious and calls for Paige. Even so, if he's hurt that bad and we call for Leo, what if he can't make it in time? God, I feel like I'm going crazy with worry. I'm going to
Wow. Even after all I've read in pregnancy books, I guess I still had a hard time believing too much stress could make you pass out. Boy, was I wrong. I suppose it was bringing up all those emotions that caused me so much stress and made me faint. I was just lucky Chris orbed in and caught me. Damn, that kid's got good reflexes. Anyway, this is gonna sound weird, but I'm glad I blacked out. Chris kinda found my diary and read some of the stuff in it. I think he felt it was his fault I fainted. So he stayed with me and when I woke up, he said he was sorry. I also notice he looked much worse than before.
"For what, Chris?"
"For making you worry. I didn't realize how much stress I was putting on you."
"It's ok. Just come around here more, ok? Maybe at times when we're all awake?"
He smiled. "Never could sneak into your room without you waking up."
"To tell you the truth, every time you came, I was always awake. I was up worrying about you."
"I'm so sorry, Piper, I really am."
"Piper? What happened to 'Mom'?"
Then he started to look nervous. "I just forgot is all. I was used to calling you Piper."
"Chris, you haven't called me Piper in two months. What's going on with you?"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Look, I'll come around more, I promise, just please don't make me talk about this now. I just can't."
He was getting a little hysteric so I said fine, gave him a hug (he stayed kind of limp), and then he left.
So here I am again confiding in my diary and writing about the events currently upending my life. Maybe we should have given up our powers when the Angel of Destiny offered it to us. Our lives would be much less hectic. Just once, I'd like to have a normal, boring day, and a peaceful, quiet night. According to Phoebe, our lives should be demon-free in a few years. I'm just not sure I can wait that long.
Oh well. Don't have much of a choice in the matter. But for now, I'm making a solemn vow that the next time Chris orbs his butt over here, I'm going to set up the crystals and not let him leave till he eats something, 'cause that kid looked thinner than Paige and that is saying something.