Happy Together- Chapter 4- Upped a Pants Size
By- RavenHeart101
Disclaimer- I'll admit it, I own nothing.
A: N- Sorry for the wait guys, just school and all that stuff.
Chap.4- Upped A Pants Size
Breakfast… what in the world did he have for breakfast? Kris dropped his head onto his arm and moaned. Why in the world did he have to fill out this stupid, stupid chart? "You alright there kiddo?" Wyatt asked as he entered the kitchen.
"No," Kris moaned out once more, "I can't remember what I had for breakfast,"
Wyatt raised an eyebrow before remembering about the chart, "Oh," he said it finally dawning on him, "The chart."
"Yeah, the frickin' chart," Kris said throwing his father an annoyed look,
"What do you have to do?" he asked sitting down next to him,
"Write down all I had to eat and or drink for every meal. This sucks on so many levels." Wyatt chuckled and slid the paper over to himself,
"Doesn't look that hard,"
"Not when you've been doing it since two weeks ago," Kris growled out, "It's already the week of Christmas and I still have to fill out this stupid chart! I mean really! I am so not filling this thing out on Christmas! Nope, no way!"
Wyatt laughed and pushed the paper back to Kris, "Good luck," he said as he stood up from the table, "I've got to get work. If you need anything, ask Grams ok? My cells on, and I'll see you when I get home." Kris moaned and threw his head back on his arm, faking crying. Wyatt walked by tousling his son's hair before walking out of the room…
An arm slipped around his waist and pulled him closer. Kris felt hair tickling his face and he smiled as he felt his newfound 'boyfriend' kiss his cheek. "Hey Josh," he said when he turned around. The boy (man) in question smiled at him gently.
"Hey," he said in response smiling easily,
"What are you doing here," Kris waved around the mall for emphasis,
"My cousin brought me here, but when he saw his girl friend he ditched me," Joshua said as he hugged his 'boyfriend'.
"Haha," he said, "I'm with my grandma and sister,"
"Hehe," Joshua sighed, "Do you want to go look around?"
Kris bit his lip, "I want to," he said, "but I'm not sure if I can,"
"Go ask," Joshua said, "Plus, then you can buy their presents without them knowing,"
"Fine," Kris pouted and walked over to Piper Halliwell, "Grandma," He said slyly,
"What do you want?" she asked knowing what he was up to.
"Can I go get your presents?"
Piper sighed and tucked a piece of brown hair behind her ear, "Alright," she said, "But be back by five. We need to get home for your father!" Kris nodded,
"Thank you!" He squealed and ran off to go join Joshua. He threw his arms around him and pulled away. They walked away in laughter all the while not noticing that Piper and Morgan were staring after them, Piper smiling while Morgan frowned, what was going on?
"Shouldn't we be looking for my grandma's stuff, not mine," Kris yelled out through the dressing room. Joshua smiled gently and tried to push open the door,
"Let me in," Kris sighed and unlocked the door letting Joshua climb in, he tilted his head to the side, "They look like they don't fit,"
"They don't," Kris, pouted, he waved at all the others in the small space, "None of them do,"
"Maybe you got the wrong size," he pointed out giving Kris a pointed look, the door closed behind them,
"Maybe," Kris said, "But, that's not possible, all of these pants are in my size."
"Your old size Krissy,"
"Old size? And don't call me Krissy ever again;" Kris said looking back in the mirror, he pouted, "I couldn't have possibly gone up a size,"
"Why not?" Joshua asked having already known about Kris' problem with food. He had caught his trying to fill out the confusing chart, "If you have been following what your doctor and phych say then you should have gone up one size."
"In two weeks," Kris said raising an eyebrow in disbelief, "no way,"
"Yes way," Joshua said putting his arms around Kris' waist gently, "My mother's the doctor remember."
"Yeah," Kris felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, "I can't wait to tell my dad." Joshua just smiled and pecked his cheek.
Wyatt sighed and threw himself down onto the couch. He had just tucked Morgan in, he turned on the TV. What was on? Nothing, nothing, nothing, Santa Claus Is Coming to Town… classic, nothing, nothing, nothing and a whole bunch of nothing. He sighed and turned off the TV. "Hi dad!" Kris said plopping down on Wyatt's legs, "Guess what?"
"Josh asked you to marry him?" Kris gave him a weird look,
"No…" He said suddenly he smiled, "Well, we were at the mall, getting your Christmas presents when Josh showed up. We then went looking for Grammy and Granpy's things when he dragged me into a clothes store. He made me try on some things, even though I didn't want to, and none of the clothes that I got fit…" he trailed off letting the whole thing settle in his father's head, Wyatt's blue eyes widened,
"No," he said,
Kris beamed, "Yes! I upped a pants size!"
"That's great!" Wyatt pulled Kris into a hug,
"I'm so happy,"
"I'm glad you are. You should be," Wyatt, said once they pulled away, Kris laid his head on Wyatt's shoulder and made himself comfortable.
"So," he mumbled, half asleep, "What do you want for Christmas?"
Wyatt smiled and kissed Kris' forehead, "I have all I need right here,"
"Wha' 'bout Morgan," Kris' eyes slid closed,
"Well, and her too." The positions they were in were the same positions Piper had found them the next morning.
"Don't make me sacrifice the both of you." Gideon said looking at the both boys. However, Kris did not listen, he never did. He flung out his right hand sending the older man into the wall. He was angry; no one was going to hurt his father.
Gideon pushed himself up off the floor, summoning the athyme. Kris saw him glance at baby Wyatt and he ran forward. He felt the cold blade pierce his skin, he yelled out in pain and felt his mask falter. "DAD!" he yelled out, calling for one of the only people who had ever helped him…
The black haired man was thrown into yet another wall. Kris cried out trying to break out of the tight hold of his father's arms, he yelled out to Joshua but got no response. He felt tears burning at the back of his eyes. He elbowed his father's gut and ran forward. "Josh," he whispered once he had made it to his side, "I'm so sorry,"
The black haired man smiled up at him, "Nothing to be sorry for," he whispered his voice horse, "I knew what I was getting myself into."
"I love you so much," Kris chocked out, crying for once in front of his father, "You can't leave me." He felt something be pressed into his hand; he looked down and blinked four times.
"I was going to ask you," Joshua said, "I was going to ask you to marry me," Kris bit his lip, "Just tell me your answer,"
"Of course," Kris whispered.
"Finish what we started, baby. Go back before he can stop you again. Save him, you, me, everyone who has died fighting here." Kris nodded and kissed Joshua for one last time…
Kris woke up with a jerk; he gasped for air and looked around. Wyatt was still sleeping and he felt a glassy tear slip out. He leaned down and pressed his head into his father's chest. What kind of nightmares were those?