Female Problems

Chris rematerialized in the bushes on the side of the school. He took in his surrounding and cursed himself. She would never believe his parents or brother had dropped him off. But he couldn't very well just orb to the front of the school. So with much grunting he disentangled himself from the bushes and wandered around to the front of the building. Kenzie was sitting on the second to last step, looking like a deer in the headlights. Her eyes were red from crying. He quickened his pace and sat down next to her.

"Hi," he said softly. She jumped slightly.

"Hi. I didn't see you drive up," she murmured, her voice sounding very small.

"I had Wyatt drop me off around back," Chris mumbled, hoping she'd believe him.

"Oh."

"So what's up? I know we haven't seen each other in a couple weeks. Are you ok? You look upset," he said quickly.

"I've been better to be honest," she answered, brushing a lock of midnight colored hair behind her ear.

"Want to talk about it?" Chris questioned, immediately feeling like a dumbass. Of course she wanted to talk about you. She asked him to come see her. She gave him a stare that said 'of course I do you twit'.

"Well last week, about midweek, I started to feel light headed a lot. And I would faint in the middle of class," Kenzie began, twisting the hem of her shirt between her fingers.

"Well I thought it was just the heat or something but then I realized its mid fall and it's not hot," she continued, laughing bitterly at herself.

"Well then I started throwing up and so I went to the doctor…" she trailed off.

"And…what's wrong?" Chris pressed, his palms sweating with anticipation.

Kenzie turned her back to him. She couldn't believe she was about say this to him. She'd practiced for at least a half hour before she called him but now that he was actually here, that changed things drastically.

"Kenz?" Chris said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I'm pregnant," she muttered into her hands.

"What?" Chris asked.

"It's unbelievable I know," she answered, wiping at her eyes.

"I didn't hear what you said," Chris commented, turning her to face him.

"I'm pregnant," she repeated, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"No…you can't be…it was just…are you sure?" he babbled.

"I'm sure. Two weeks along. God, Chris what are we going to do?" she sobbed.

"I…I'm going to kill my brother," Chris spat.

"What did he do?"

"Told me to go without protection, the fucking asshole!"

"Chris! When has listening to him ever been a good idea?" Kenzie questioned.

"I know. It's my fault. I'm sorry. It's all my fault," he murmured angrily.

"Well it's only partly your fault. I should have known something would happen," Kenzie reassured him, squeezing his hand tightly.

"We can't have a baby Kenzie. We're still kids! It's like against the law or something," Chris moaned, running a hand through his hair.

"No it's not. We'll make it work Chris. Just trust me," she murmured.

"Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it. I can't drive but anything else you need," Chris said firmly, fixing his gaze on hers.

"Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me right now," she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. He leaned over and kissed them away.

The two teens stood and parted with a quick kiss. Chris watched Kenzie walk down the sidewalk in the direction of her home. With a sigh and a quick glance around, he orbed home. He appeared in the sitting room. The house was quiet. He wandered first into the sun room. Melinda was seated in the whicker chair, a book propped up on her knees.

"What you reading?" he asked, trying to conceal his mix of emotions.

"Something for school," she answered as she turned a page.

"Where's Wyatt?" he questioned, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide his white knuckles.

"I think he's upstairs.'

"Thanks sis," he said before orbing upstairs. Wyatt was coming out of the bathroom, towel about his waist.

"We need to talk," Chris said as calmly as he could.

"Sure. Let me just get—" Wyatt began but stopped when he nearly collided with his baby brother.

"You're a fucking lair!" Chris spat, sending the door slamming loudly behind them.

"What the hell is your problem?" Wyatt snapped, moving past his little brother to find some pants.

"I never should have listened to you," Chris grumbled, more to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Wyatt muttered, pulling on pants and tossing his towel onto his bed.

"She's pregnant you jackass. And it's all thanks to your bullshit advice," Chris howled, taking a running start before tackling his brother to the ground.

"Hey, I wasn't the one who fucked her, genius," the seventeen-year-old shot as he fought Chris off.

"I'm going to kill you!" Chris snarled, raising his fist up and let it fall down towards Wyatt's face. It connected with a concussive 'smack'.

The middle Halliwell was consumed with a torrent of emotions and he took it out on his sibling. Wyatt fought back, managing to orb Chris off him and against the door. The sound of Chris connecting with the door caused it to open and reveal Piper. She took in the sight of her two sons; the elder sporting a forming black eye and several cuts. Chris was rubbing his head.

"What the hell is going on, now?" she asked, very annoyed. She had hoped their endless bickering would have been outgrown by now.

"Chris lost his mind," Wyatt spat, wiping at the trickle of blood that was dripping from his nose. Piper looked to Chris for a rebuttal, she knew he had one.

"It's all his fault! He's such a cocky jackass," Chris snapped.

"Alright. Either you two tell me what is really going on or I'll just have to write a truth spell," Piper threatened. She deserved a little personal gain these days. Magic owed it to her.

Chris paled at his mother's words. Wyatt said nothing. It was Chris's problem, not his. The younger Halliwell closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

"I'm waiting," their mother muttered, arms crossed over her chest.

"I…" Chris began. Piper stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Well…um…Kenzie sort of…" he mumbled.

"Christopher spit it out," Piper ordered.

"Kenzie's pregnant," Chris blurted, bracing himself for his mother's explosion.

"Excuse me? Did you just say your girlfriend, who is sixteen, is pregnant?" Piper asked, her anger bubbling to the surface.

"Yes," Chris replied, his voice soft.

"Christopher Perry Halliwell what were you thinking!" Piper screamed, causing both Chris and Wyatt to cringe.

"You're fifteen. There's not reason you should be sleeping with anyone!" she continued, livid.

"Mom…we were careful…it's just I didn't have any and it just kind of happened," Chris mumbled, his gaze cast at the ground.

"And what did you have to do with this?" she hissed, rounding on Wyatt.

"Nothing. Mom, it's not like I told him to sleep with her," Wyatt shot.

"Liar. He was the one who told me that I didn't need protection. That nothing would happen," Chris shouted.

"You should have known better than to believe that," Piper scolded him.

"As for you. Did we teach you nothing!" she snapped at her firs born.

"Nothing happened with me and Pen," Wyatt said with a shrug.

"He said that magic is it's own protection," Chris interjected.

"Wyatt Matthew! Using magic for personal gain is one thing. Using it as a form of birth control is absolutely unacceptable," Piper howled.

"Mom, it's not like the Elders have come and struck me down or something," Wyatt retorted.

Piper opened her mouth to respond but just closed it and stalked out of the room, her footfalls heavy on the stairs. Both brothers were silent, waiting for her toe erupt again.

"Your son is going to be a father!" Piper screamed.

"He what!" Leo questioned, his voice matching his wife's in pitch and anger.

"Which one?"

"Chris."

"Chris, get down here now!" Leo bellowed.

Chris slowly got to his feet and walked down the stairs. He found his parents in the living room. Leo was pacing back and forth in front of the TV. Chris stood in the doorway, not moving.

"I can't believe you Chris," Leo began.

"You guys don't think I feel bad about this!" he spat, hot tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

"I didn't want this to happen. But it did. And I'm going to support her. I know I screwed up. And yeah, part of it was Wyatt's fault but I'm taking responsibility for what I did," Chris said, his voice level.

"You're fifteen Chris. You don't have a job, you can't drive. How are you going to support her?" Leo asked, stopping his pacing.

"I don't know. But I'll figure something out," Chris replied with a shrug.

"Why can't you see that I'm trying to do the mature thing?" he asked.

"Because it's not every day you find out your fifteen-year-old son is going to be a father," Leo answered, running a hand over his forehead.

"I'm going to tell her about magic. It's only fair. I mean what happens if the baby has powers. I don't want to leave her in the dark," Chris told them with resolve.

"We've had this discussion," Piper said warily.

"No you had that discussion with Wyatt about Pen.. And as I recall, he told her anyways. And that's one thing the jerk did right. Please, Kenzie deserves to know what she's carrying," Chris said, begging for understanding.

"Be home by five," Piper ordered, giving up on fighting with him. Chris was going to do what he pleased and there was nothing she nor Leo could do about it.