Disclaimer: I still don't own Charmed. I'm sure you're all shocked.
Scenes in a Kitchen
A story by Ryeloza
Two: In His Eyes
The first time she found out she was pregnant she told her husband alone in their bedroom. The second time she whispered the news to him over a candlelit dinner at a restaurant.
The third time was in the kitchen.
Victor had taken the girls out for the day and Patty had been at work when he had collected them from her mother in the morning. When he brought them home that evening, he came in through the back door—probably hoping to sneak in and out without seeing her—and she was lying in wait.
"We need to talk," she said as she shooed the girls into the living room and thanked the powers that be that her mother was still out.
"I don't know what's left to say," said Victor. "Your leaving said everything."
"I shouldn't have just walked out," Patty conceded. "But you should have told me that we were in trouble. I would have gone to work, Victor."
Victor shook his head and Patty knew that he didn't want to have the same fight again. Honestly, she didn't either; she couldn't change the fact that he hadn't told her they were having financial problems. She couldn't change the fact that she had left and taken the girls with her. What she could change now was the limbo that her and Victor's relationship was in. And maybe, just maybe, she could change the future so her girls would have a mother.
As hard as her girls—all grown up!—had tried to conceal anything pertaining to the future, they hadn't been able to hide the looks they gave her and they hadn't been able to take back half-started sentences. Patty was astute; she knew what they were thinking.
"I have to go," said Victor, jolting Patty back to the present. He turned and already had his hand on the doorknob when Patty said, "I'm pregnant."
Victor turned back slowly and didn't say anything, but relief still fled through Patty; like his daughters, Victor's eyes spoke volumes. In them, she could see a future, and for now that was all the hope she needed.