Chris orbed into the backyard. Lina loved the little garden. Of course, the garden wasn't there yet. They hadn't sat by Piper in the dirt and planted seeds for "puck-ins." They hadn't watered the little patches of dirt every day. The garden was still just a bare spot of dirt that the sisters hoped to turn into a real garden one day. A patch of dirt currently overrun with weeds and wildflowers.

Chris knelt down and touched the dirt, dragging his fingers through it. The memories washed over him. He didn't hear Phoebe step out into the garden, didn't hear her approach.

"Chris? What's the matter?"

He paused and wiped at the tears with the back of his hand. "What? Nothing."

Phoebe folded her arms across her chest. "Chris, I'm an empath. I know for a fact something's wrong. That would be why I asked you what is wrong and not if something's wrong. So spill it."

"Nothing, okay? Just leave me alone."

Phoebe hesitated but decided to let it go. "Okay."

She turned and went back in the house.

"He okay?" Paige asked.

Phoebe shook her head. "He won't talk though."

Piper came in, her face full of confusion. "Where's Chris?"

"Outside. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute," she said and headed out the back door.

"Chris, you didn't answer when I called. You okay?"

"Mom, I'm fine. Please. Just—"

"No. Your Aunt Phoebe seems to sense that there's something bothering you. You don't want to talk to her, that's fine. But I'm your mother, so talk."

He shook his head. "Future stuff."

"No it's not."

"She can't sense that."

"No, but a mother can."

Chris looked at the ground.

"A mother can also tell when her kid's not telling the full truth about something."

"I haven't lied."

"But have you told me the full truth?"

He tightened his jaw, eyes shifting from her to the ground and back.

"You know, your father does the same thing when he doesn't want to admit something."

"I'm fine."

"Chris, can I ask you something?"

"Is it going to be whether or not I'm okay?"

She smiled and shook her head. "No."

"Then okay. But you know I can't answer stuff about the future."

"Fair enough. Why didn't you tell me you have a sister?"

"What?"

"Your sister. Why didn't you tell me about her?"

Chris stood up and walked a few yards away. "Don't have a sister."

Piper sighed and stood up, staring at his back. "Chris, I went for a checkup today."

He turned around. "What? Why didn't you tell me? Are you okay?"

"That. That is why I didn't tell you. That freaking out about it that you do. I'm fine. Just a regular ol' checkup. At least it was supposed to be. Then the doctor picked up on something he hadn't before. But I don't have to tell you what it was, do I?"

Chris's head dropped. "Mom…"

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't she come with you?"

"I can't, okay? Please…"

She sighed, nodding. "Okay, fine. But I have to tell everyone."

"What? No."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"For starters, they will notice if another baby is born with you."

"Just wait."

"Chris, I'm already bigger than I was with Wyatt, so unless you really think they're going to buy that you're some Amazon-sized baby…Chris, I'm telling them. Do you want to be there when I do?"

He shook his head. "They'll ask questions that I can't answer."

"Future consequences?"

He didn't answer.

Piper turned. "Well I'm going to go in and tell them then."

Chris nodded.