Wyatt Halliwell and Family
Summary: AU. Wyatt Halliwell has 7 children and no wife, he just got a divorce from his wife Emma. He lives in San Francisco in his own house away from his family, and he's actually okay with all his children...what happens when he meets that someone who could change his life? Will the kids like her?
Rating: T
Author: ConnorAndCalifornia
1.) Wyatt Matthew Halliwell
- 27 years old
2.) Melinda "Mel" Jane Halliwell
- 12 years old
3.) Prudence "Prue" Marie Halliwell
- 12 years old
4.) Pandora "Dora" Diane Halliwell
- 10 years old
5.) Peyton Elizabeth Halliwell
- 10 years old
6.) Portia Dawn Halliwell
- 8 years old
7.) Paris Lynn Halliwell
- 6 years old
8.) Christopher "Chris" Peregrine Halliwell
- 4 years old
9.) Alyxandria "Alyx" Hannah West
- 28 years old
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"Blah, blah, blah, blah..." Rachel droned on and on and Wyatt was thinking about yet another girl. She moved here from New York a week ago but started today, Alyxandria West. She said everyone can call her Alyx though, and Wyatt was definitely intrigued in her. "Wyatt! Pay attention!"
"Oh I am." Wyatt returned, rolling his eyes.
"You know, if you don't like these meetings just don't come to work anymore." Rachel said
"You know, if I didn't have kids I need to support I would do just that!" Wyatt said
"How about you take a little sabbatical, stay home, observe things come back and write again, I'll even continue to pay you."
"Are you serious?" Wyatt asked, hopeful.
"Yea, I am. I've never wanted to get rid of anyone more." Rachel said sweetly.
"I'll let that slide, but I wanna stay for the rest of the day, say goodbye to my friends," Wyatt said, "I think I may start crying."
"Great, cry on your own time." Rachel snapped and Wyatt smirked, it's just too much fun to bug her.
"Lucky." Dean whispered
"Yep."
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Wyatt was packing up some of his stuff in his office when Alyx knocked on his door.
"Oh, hey." Wyatt said with a smile.
"Um, hi, I'm-"
"Alyx, yea I know." Wyatt said
"Also, I'm the person writing for you while you're gone." She said
"Oh?" Wyatt asked
"Yea, so...have fun." She said
"I will." Wyatt said and she saw a picture of all his children.
"Wow, are they all yours?" she asked and he chuckled.
"Yeah, all 7." He said
"I love kids." She smiled
"How many do you have?" Wyatt asked
"None, I can't have any, but that doesn't mean I can't love them." She said with a little smile.
"Yeah...I'll give you some," Wyatt said smiling and she laughed. "They're all housebroken."
"That's a good thing," She said, "I think I can let you keep them though."
"I better get going, I have to pick them up soon." Wyatt said
"Okay, um, I guess I'll see you later then."
"Yeah, bye." Wyatt said, picking up the box and he headed out of the office. There was something about Alyx, he just couldn't place it. Something he likes.
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Wyatt sighed and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. For once in his lifetime of picking up his children, he's early. Almost 20 minutes. He turned up the music and closed his eyes and just leaned back in his seat.
The next thing he knew he heard children outside so he opened his eyes and saw the kids were being dismissed. He turned down the music and looked for his kids and soon spotted them, as they cam running towards the car and Wyatt opened the van door and they climbed in.
"Daddy! You're on time." Chris giggled
"Yea, I know." Wyatt said
"Why? You're always late." Portia said
"Are you happy to see me or not?"
"Or not." Paris said and Wyatt smiled as he headed for the other kids school.
"I'll explain everything when we get home." Wyatt said and then Chris's Superman action figure flew next to him and hit the window.
"Hey!" Chris cried
"Stupid."
"Paris!" Wyatt shouted
"He bit me!"
"I don't care! Bite him back then, just don't throw toys at the driver!" Wyatt said
"Ow! Daddy!" Chris said as he started crying and Wyatt swerved to the side of the road and turned off the car before he turned around and looked at Paris and Chris.
"For the last time, stop hitting, biting, slapping, throwing things at each other, yelling, pinching, just...stop it!" Wyatt said
"Sorry."
"If you do bite each other, I want to see no blood." Wyatt added before he turned around and started driving again.
"Stupid." Paris whispered to Chris.
"Nu uh!" Chris screamed and Paris slapped a hand over his mouth, making him cry out.
"If I look in the mirror am I going to see Paris hurting Chris?" Wyatt asked Portia.
"Uh huh."
Wyatt just sighed and pulled up at the elder girls school and they got in and Wyatt started driving.
"So..." Prue said, sitting next to Wyatt again.
"Why do I feel like I'm a kid again?" Wyatt asked and Prue smiled.
"I don't know. I'm only 12, you're 27."
"And don't you forget it." Wyatt chuckled
"Daddy...how much do you weigh?" Chris asked, curious.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Wyatt said
"Why not?" Chris asked
"It's not polite to ask people how much they weigh Chris." Prue said
"Oh...how much do you weigh Prue?" Chris asked
"I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall when I talk to him dad." Prue said
"I know." Wyatt said and Chris unbuckled himself quietly and leaned forward and grabbed Wyatt's wallet out of the little net in-between his seat and Prue's. Then he buckled himself back in and Paris looked at him.
He took out Wyatt's ID and looked over it then he pouted when he couldn't read it. Paris grabbed it and whispered how much Wyatt weighed to him.
"Daddy!" Chris suddenly screamed and Wyatt swerved a little.
"Yes?" he asked
"You weigh 182 tons." Chris said and his sisters all laughed.
"I said pounds Chris." Paris said
"Oh," Chris said, "Never mind daddy."
"Daddy also got an m in sex." Paris said and Wyatt bit his lip from laughing. Paris probably didn't even get what she said but Wyatt sure did.
"Sex is whether you're a male or female." Wyatt said
"What's a male?" Chris asked
"A boy." Wyatt said
"I'm a boy." Chris said
"I know, you're a male." Wyatt said
"Ohh! Is yucky Paris a female?" Chris asked and Paris punched his arm and Chris whimpered "Ow."
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"Daddy!"
"Dad."
"Dad!"
"Daddy..."
"Dad wake up!"
"DADDY!"
Wyatt groaned and said, "Please tell me it's after 8."
"It's 8:01!" Chris beamed since his kindergarten teacher was teaching them time.
"Great." Wyatt said sarcastically, however, all 7 children missed his tone.
"Can we go swimming today?" Peyton asked
"Yea, we all wanna go swimming." Dora added
"Fine, go get ready." Wyatt mumbled
"We are ready." And Wyatt opened one eye and saw them all ready to go swimming and he couldn't help but smile.
"How'd you know I'd say yes?" and he moved his eyes to his youngest, who giggled.
"Chris touched you and had a vision." Portia said
"Of us going swimming?" he asked
"Personal gain." Chris mumbled and Wyatt smiled and ruffled his long chocolate locks.
"Alright, give me 5 minutes," And they all ran out of the room. "Not literally! You better not me timing me again!"
"Fine!" Mel shouted and Wyatt slowly walked over to his mirror and rubbed his face. It's Saturday, 8:00 a.m., he's on a sabbatical, he's up before noon...what's wrong with this picture? He slipped into dark blue swimming trunks that had white and light blue flowers on the sides, then he put on a short sleeve white t-shirt.
"Do you guys already have every-" he asked, but he saw them all sitting on the couch with bags and swim toys in their hands. "What about-"
"We already have sunscreen on." Prue said and Wyatt sighed.
"Can I at least get something to eat?"
"Yeah." Mel said and Wyatt headed into the kitchen and got some toast and sat down with a glass of orange juice as well. The kids all sat down and watched him.
He slowly looked around the table and saw that 14 eyes were focused on him. He finished off his food quickly and the kids all ran to the van before he could say anything.
"I'll get the stuff." He said to himself since it was all on the ground. He grabbed the bag and a green noodle before his keys and he followed his children...