PIPER'S POV

Chris stood in the doorway. Chris Perry. Chris Perry Halliwell. Chris, the neurotic whitelighter from the future. My son. I touched my belly, and I knew. Phoebe and Paige must have left, but I was focused on Chris, my newly discovered 22 year old son that I had treated like trash.

I looked at Chris, really looked. How could I not have seen it? How could we have treated him like that? He was every bit a Halliwell, with the exception of Leo's eyes. Eyes that I should have recognized.

Chris squirmed, then spoke softly, "I'll go." It took me until I saw those blue lights before I could respond, "Chris." He reformed, not saying a word. He looked so uncomfortable. Almost as if he was afraid of me.

I stood slowly and walked toward him, but all he did was find something interesting on his shoes. As I got closer, memories came flying into my head at lightspeed. As soon as they were there, they left. Memories like the day I kicked him out. I kicked my son out of his home.

I got close to him, and gently wiped my hand across his face. He flinched away at the first touch, but when I gently brushed the hair out of his face he didn't. "My son."

"Wyatt's little brother." I was stunned at the insanity of what I had just said. The 22 year old future boy was actually my second-born. His older brother hadn't even started at a preschool fulltime yet.

My eyes met my son's and I smiled meekly at him. A single tear ran down my left cheek as I pulled my little boy into my arms. At first, nothing happened but he eventually relaxed into the embrace.

I don't care why or how. He is my son! And I am going to be his mother.

"You did good, my brave boy." I whispered, still holding on tight.

"I did?" he asked.

"You did. I love you."

"I love you too." He let go and smiled at me, with a smile that melted my heart.

"You need to do that more often."

"What?"

"Smile. You have a handsome smile."

CHRIS'S POV

We walked into the other room, and I felt more at ease when I could sit. Wyatt toddled over to me, "Kwiss." He pointed and I smiled at him. It's hard to see him and my Wyatt as the same person. I missed my brother, almost as much as I missed my mom.

Mom was trying so hard. I didn't really want to be here, but I stayed for her.

My thought were interrupted, when mom said, "I'm sorry."

I turned to her, confused. "What do you have to be sorry for?"

"Kicking you out, trying to blow you up, letting Leo..." she trailed off, probably realizing that Leo had hit his own son.

"You didn't know, and I would've been more worried if you didn't do those things."

"What do you mean?"

I smiled, "Family trumps everything, if you wouldn't have acted like that I'm pretty sure I would've pegged you as a shapeshifter or something."

"I guess so." She answered. Her voice seemed shaky. I have missed her so much. There had been so many times that I had wanted so badly to tell her. My mother was standing in front of me. Not Piper, my mother. I hadn't seen mom since my fourteenth birthday.

How was I supposed to act? What was I supposed to say? She seemed to be memorizing my every part, and it made me feel nervous. I don't like this kind of scrutiny, especially from her.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm just a little shocked. Of all the people you could've been, I wasn't expecting this. I'm pregnant."

I just stared at her, she was acting weird compared to normal, but I guess this was an extraordinary situation. I needed to get out of there. Quickly.

"I'm supposed to meet with someone about a lead, so I need to go." She didn't seem to object, so I left in the sea of blue orbs that I used so often.

"Christopher Perry Halliwell, get back here NOW!" Mom's voice caught me in my tracks. I changed the direction of my orbs to go straight to the manor.

"Piper?" I questioned slowly, nevously.

Her answer came immediately, "You mean mom." It wasn't really a question.

I couldn't look into her eyes. I couldn't let her in. My mom died eight years ago. Mom.

She must've realized that I wasn't going to answer, because she said, "What's your favorite meal, Chris? I'm going to make it for you. You're far too skinny."

My favorite meal. Pancakes. I love pancakes. "It's pancakes."

"Sit," I heard and responded. I sat down in the chair.

"New rule: You do NOT go demon hunting alone."

"But, mom..."

MEL's POV

Phoebe could be annoying when she wanted to be. She is insisting that I go to the doctor and make sure I'm pregnant. As if the constant nausea isn't enough. I know that she's trying to help but for heaven above, what does she want from me. I'm not exactly Ms. Follow-rules-without-a-second-thought.

Truth is, I KNOW I'm pregnant. This is more to ease her mind about my physical condition. Phoebe has been worried since I told her, and her empathy has been running wild, even with the blocking potion. What do you expect though. Chris and Piper are having their first talk as mother and son. How exactly do you get more emotional than that.

"You know Phoebe, we could always just go home and take the at-home pregnancy-stick-thing. It would be much cheaper."

Phoebe simply rolled her eyes at me, and pushed me forward into the doctor's office. I had rehearsed this in my head over and over. The discussion over how I got pregnant. I mean, it was inevitable. The doctor would ask, and I would have to stumble over an answer.

I saw the name of the hospital, and once again tried to get out of this. I think I'd much rather be listening to the mother-son reunion going on.

"I'll clean your room for you if you postpone this torture."

Phoebe sent a glare my way, saying 'you're not getting out of this one kid.'

When the checkup was over, we walked out, "I could've told you all of that stuff before we went in there."