Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 (yes I'm lazy)
As promised, here is the next chapter. Thank you to all my reviewers - even LLC (very tasteful flame! and you upped my review count so gotta thank you for that).
Anyway, on with the story...
Wyatt Knows...
The next morning, Melinda woke up to the feeling of her hangover. She rolled over with a groan, but came face to face with Chris.
"Morning." Chris whispered to her, stroking her face. Trying to ignore her hangover, Melinda smiled, but it was no use, "A little hungover are we?" Melinda answered with a groan and shut her eyes. Then she felt the bed move, and Chris get up.
"You going back to your room?" She asked slightly disappointed.
"Unless you want me to stay."
Chris looked around to see Melinda nod her head. Chris climbed back under the covers and wrapped his arms around his younger sister, who was now resting her head on his chest. He ran his fingers along her back and sides and heard her moan in pleasure.
"Breakfast." They both heard from downstairs. Chris looked over to the clock. 10am! Piper had managed to leave it until 10am to wake them up, he was impressed, and not sarcastically for once.
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Wyatt groaned as he heard his mother's voice shouting for breakfast. He'd already been awake for an hour, but that did not mean he wanted to get up. He quickly threw some clean clothes on and made his way out of his room. Just then he remembered what he saw last night. Chris and Melinda. He wondered if something did happen last night and decided to check on his younger brother. Opening the door slightly, he looked into Chris' room to find him not in there and the bed was made. Either he had not slept in there last night or he was downstairs. He decided to check if he was downstairs, Melinda was not a morning person and would probably be worse with a hangover. As he got to the stairs, he heard footsteps behind him. He watched as Chris and Melinda both came out of Melinda's room. So there was something going on.
"Hey Wy." Mel chimed, leaving Wyatt to wonder where her hangover had gone. Had Chris healed it for her? Surely not, they were not allowed to heal things like that.
"Hey, sleep well."
"I don't really remember."
Now was that a lie, or did she not remember what happened last night? Maybe it was the alcohol that was having bad effects on his two siblings. That had to be it, they were not sleeping with each other.
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Sat at the dining room table, Mel just wanted to go to sleep. Her hangover was getting worse, but she had to pretend that she was just tired to her parents. Could not let them find out Wyatt's friends had bought her all her drinks last night, especially when they both knew what his friends were really like.
"Thanks for last night, mom," She heard Wyatt say across the dining table, "It was really great."
"I'm glad you had a good night." Piper smiled to her oldest son and then looked at her other two children, who were either staring into space or playing with their food. Chris, always played with his food, especially pancakes, so she was not surprised, but to see Mel stare off into space, she was slightly worried.
"Did you have a good time last night, Mel?" Piper asked her only daughter. She had an idea that Mel was drinking last night, but could not be sure. Mel was a naturally giggly person, "Mel?"
Mel felt Chris kick her under the table and she shook her head.
"Sorry?"
"I asked if you had a good night."
"Oh yeah mom, good night." Mel smiled at her mom and then looked at the youngest of her two brothers, who winked at her.
Did Wyatt see that right? Chris winked at Melinda. He would definitely need to summon Grams later, or maybe Aunt Prue would be the best bet. He preferred the company of his Aunt Prue, she was not as pushy as Grams could be. Suddenly he was receive worried glances from Chris. He was reading his emotions again. He had to put that block up again, but with both Chris and Mel in the room meant he could only put a block against one of them, and at the moment it was Mel from his thoughts. He still had not mastered blocks to both of their powers, after all, Mel had only had her power for a few months now.
"What are you so worried about, Wyatt?" Chris asked, sensing worry and confusion from his brother. Did he know about him and Mel, had he seen something and that was why he was worried?
"Are you ok, Wyatt?" Chris heard his dad ask.
I think he knows. Mel heard telepathically from Chris. Mel took a glance at Wyatt, slightly worried. Now was he going to say something to their parents? No wait, he had no proof. Yeah they slept in each other rooms, but they both had 'nightmares'. Actually, at times Chris really did have nightmares, even when they were together.
"I'm fine, dad, really." Wyatt assured his dad and then looked to his younger brother, "I'm not worried." With that, Wyatt got up and ran up to the attic. He had to summon someone, fast. He knew there was something between the two of them, he just hoped someone in the afterlife was looking down on them. He flicked through the ancient Book of Shadows and found the spell to summon a spirit, but did not need it. His Aunt Prue appeared before him and hugged him.
"How did you get here?"
"We can come across when someone's in need like you are." Prue told her eldest nephew as they hugged. She knew what he was worried about and knew what had been going on in the house for the past two years, but could not tell anyone. Grams had strict orders that she could only answer questions if someone asked, and now her nephew needed answers.
"They are, aren't they?" Wyatt said more as a statement than a question. He saw the deep brown eyes look at him with pain and sadness. She nodded her head, confirming his suspicions.
"How long?" Wyatt asked, wondering whether this was a new thing.
"Nearly two years, baby." Prue answered her nephew's questions. She was not upset at what Chris and Mel were doing, she could see how much they were both in love, it was more upsetting to see Wyatt find out alone and not have anyone to turn to. She knew what Chris and Mel were doing was wrong, it was incest, but nobody can stop love. Piper and Leo proved that.
"And you didn't put a stop to it?" Wyatt shouted at his ebony haired Aunt, "You knew what was going on and didn't put a stop to it." This was confusing. Just last night Chris was with the girl he'd set him up with and Mel was with one of his friends, and now he'd found out they'd been together for two years!
"We can't do anything." Prue consoled her nephew just as Chris walked into the attic.
"What's going on?" Chris asked as he saw his older brother crying in his deceased aunt's arms. He felt a wave of anger hit him and then Wyatt came running towards him, pushing him against the wall, punching him in the jaw.
"What was that for?" Chris asked, but realised Wyatt was not finished. So he did know.
"You've slept with our sister," Wyatt screamed at his younger brother, hitting him again, "You took her innocence, it's sick."
Wyatt felt two hands pull him away from Chris, it was Aunt Prue. She made him stand at the other side of the attic, watching Chris look hurt and shocked.
"Wyatt, that's not going to help." Chris could see the look of anger in Wyatt's eyes, and the look of hurt in his Aunt Prue's eyes.
"I'm sorry," was all that he could mumble at first, "But I love her and she loves me."
"She's your sister." Came the reply from the 21-year-old brother.
"What's all this shouting about?" Chris could hear his mother in the hallway, just outside the attic. He looked towards Wyatt.
"Don't tell mom, please."
"Why not?"
"Because not only will she kick me out, she'll kick Mel out."
Wyatt understood. As much as he was disgusted by the two, he could not see Mel homeless. Sure, it takes two, but Mel was young and impressionable. This was all Chris' fault.
"So?" Piper asked as she enter the attic, seeing her deceased older sister stood between her two sons, one with a bloody nose.
"We just had a little fight that's all." Wyatt said as he left the room, he could not bare to be in the same room as Chris right now. That left Chris and Prue to explain what had happened.
"Prue, what are you doing here?" Piper asked her older sister, hugging her, wondering if she knew why her sons were fighting.
"Just on a surprise visit."
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Melinda was laid on her bed, trying to get rid of her hangover as she heard a pounding on her bedroom door.
"It's open." Melinda groaned to stop the banging. It was making her headache worse. She looked to the door to see Wyatt stood there.
"You're not here to have a go at me for getting drunk are you?" Melinda asked and then heard his thoughts. She sat up quickly, forgetting all about her headache.
"Wyatt I'm so sorry, we wanted to tell you but…"
"Save it, Mel," Wyatt scoffed at his youngest sibling, "Just tell me why." Mel looked at him confused. Did it matter why they had got together? They loved each other now, that was all that matter.
"Why are you bringing shame on the family?" Wyatt asked his sister impatiently.
"It just felt right," Mel answered, feeling a lump in her throat, she could not cry about this. This was her mistake, she knew Wyatt would find out sooner or later, "Wyatt I love him." She saw Wyatt's face loosen slightly, his rigid body relaxed and he walked to sit next to her on the bed.
"You do realise it's totally wrong and totally illegal." Wyatt put his arm around his younger sister. He never wanted to upset her, he was just shocked at what he had found out, and he could never stay angry at her, even if she had completely messed up big time. But who would have thought, his brother and his sister sleeping together. Trying to push the thought out of his head, he held his sister close to him.
"I'm sorry Wyatt. I don't want to disappoint you." Melinda had always been Wyatt's favourite sibling, but that was because she was a girl, and he could protect her without her feeling inferior like Chris did. He held her as close as he could to him and explained that everything was ok. He would deal with it. As much as he hated the idea, Mel was happy and he knew if she was every hurt, he could take Chris easily. He and Chris used to fight a lot when they were teenagers, and he always won.
"So you're not mad at us?" Mel whispered.
"I'm not mad at you," Wyatt told her, "Chris on the other hand…" but Mel looked up at him.
"Please don't, Wy," she begged her older brother, "It was as much me and it was him." That was not something that Wyatt wanted to hear, but he would deal with that too. He did not want to lose his family, because of some forbidden love, after all he knew all about forbidden love with being with Bianca, the Phoenix Witch.
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Lunch was awkward. Piper had managed to say goodbye to her older sister as her younger sister Phoebe walked in with her three girls. She could hear Coop downstairs with Leo watching a game on the television. After setting the table, she cautiously gathered everybody together, keeping her two sons apart. She was not sure whether they had made up after their fight in the attic, and did not know the real reason behind it, but knew putting them together right now could cause disaster.
"You're in love." She heard 13-year-old Patience piped up, the young cupid looked at Melinda. So her youngest child was in love.
"I am not!" Melinda exclaimed, nervously changing her seating position, glancing at both Chris and Wyatt. Chris smirked at his lover while Wyatt glared at her. He still was not happy about it, but he was not going to tell anybody – yet.
"Yes you are!" Patience had stated again and then looked her Coop, "Isn't she daddy?" Coop looked at his eldest niece and smiled.
"Who's the lucky guy?"
Damn Cupids. Melinda thought to herself, thanking the elders for making her the telepath and nobody else.
"Who is the lucky guy?" her Aunt Phoebe asked her, excitedly.
"No-one," Melinda groaned, "I'm not in love. I'm 16, I'm too young to be in love."
Leo laughed at his daughter's comment. He thought she was too young to have a boyfriend, let alone be in love. He had grown to be protective around his daughter, and was happy to see Wyatt and Chris were too.
Suddenly Coop surprised them all.
"All three of you are!" Mel and Chris exchanged worried glances, they needed to stop their uncle from feeling their love for each other, but then they looked at Wyatt, who was turning crimson.
"Wyatt?" Piper asked, being nosey, which meant Melinda and Chris could relax while their attention was on their older brother.
"Who is it, son?" Leo asked his eldest son, hoping it was not Bianca. He and Piper had feared she would come into the Halliwell family, but thought it would be because of Chris, especially after the alternate timeline, but no she and Wyatt had fallen for each other, much to their dislike.
"Is it Bianca?" Pru asked her eldest cousin, who closed his eyes at the sound of her name.
"Yes."
Piper looked worriedly at Leo and Phoebe. She remember what Bianca had done to their youngest son in the alternate future, could this happen to Wyatt instead?
"Wyatt, you know we're not sure about her," Piper told her son, "But if you love her, why don't you invite her around for dinner." Wyatt looked at his mom in surprise. After the fight he and Chris had just had, he expected his mother to blow something up on hearing Bianca's name, but no, she had told him to invite her over.
"Ok." Wyatt answered as he got looks from everyone sat at the table. He watched his Aunt Phoebe jump up and down on her seat and his Uncle Coop smile at him. How did this conversation going from who Mel loved to him? He knew who Mel loved though and was glad that the conversation had moved from her.
"So what about you, Chris?" Phoebe asked her second nephew, who was smirking to himself. That knocked the smirk off his face.
"There's no-one in my life to love." Chris stated.
Help! He sent a message to Melinda.
"There must be." Coop said and then looked between Chris and Melinda, he soon realised who his love was for and vice versa. This was something that could not be said at the dinner table.
Melinda suddenly looked up at her Uncle Coop, realising that he knew. She shook her head at him, hoping he would not say anything.
"So who is it?" Phoebe asked again but got a look from Coop.
"You know, I could be off."
Hearing that, Chris knew his Uncle Coop knew what was going on between him and Melinda. He kicked himself, now two family members knew, he knew that Melinda would call it off. He remembered what she had told him when they first started sneaking around.
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"We can't keep doing this." A 14-year-old Melinda said, pulling away from Chris' kiss. Chris looked deep into his sister's chocolate coloured eyes.
"Why not?" He pouted, knowing he sounded like a school boy, but hey he was still in school. Chris knew what she meant though. Her emotions said it all. She was scared of getting caught. Chris pulled her close to him. They were in the living room on the couch, alone in the house that night, so could act like normal teenagers fooling around. "If someone finds out then we'll call it off." Chris told his younger sister. At first Melinda looked sceptical, but she finally agreed, biting her bottom lip.
"Ok. I just don't want the family to break up because of us."
Chris looked deep into the chocolate eyes again and kissed Melinda gently.
"I promise," Chris said quietly, "Anyone finds out about us, we call it off."
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Now Chris would have to live up to that promise. With Wyatt knowing, they might have been able to carry on, but not Uncle Coop. This was a problem. A big problem.
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Melinda left straight away after lunch, changing into her sweats, she had to get rid of the frustration, and the only way to do that was to go for a run. She picked up her Ipod and left the house quickly, before anybody could say anything to her. She did not know where she was running to, she just knew she had to run. Running always took her mind off things, normally because all she could think about was the pain in her legs, but she always pushed passed that pain. No pain, no gain. Melinda constantly told herself. She got to the park, and stopped running. She must have been running for a good half hour at least to get here. Chris usually orbed her here because it was so far from their house. Melinda jogged to a bench and laid down on it, staring at the sky, listening to whatever came through her earpieces. Still staring at the sky, she saw the sun being blocked by a figure. She looked at the figure more closely to see her Uncle Coop. Oh no, now she was in trouble. Melinda sat up and turned her Ipod off.
"I won't say anything to anyone," Coop told his eldest niece as she sat on the bench next to her, "Although I will tell you if they ask me I will have to say something." Melinda understood. She was thinking about telling Chris it was over anyway, but her heart was stopping her. That was the main reason she needed to go out for the run.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Coop." Mel told her favourite uncle. She could talk to Coop about magical problems unlike Uncle Henry, although he was there to talk if she needed it.
"Don't be sorry, you can't choose who your heart wants," Coop told her, he was a cupid, he knew everything about love. This was not the first time he had seen siblings fall in love, he was just surprised it was Mel and Chris, "Don't be sorry for what your heart wants."
Melinda looked up to her Uncle Coop and hugged him.
"Thank you."
She knew she could trust him with her secrets but it did not stop her thinking about ending her relationship with Chris. This really could cause the break up of the family, especially if they find out that Coop knew.
"Can I ask how long it's been going on for though?" Coop asked his blonde-haired niece.
"Two years, nearly."
"And how long have you been sleeping together?"
Melinda looked up, how did he know about that?
"A year and a half – ish." Coop had a look of worry on his face. He was still trying to figure out whether to be disgusted or happy for them. Love was everything to him, he was cupid, but he still was not sure about them both. Were they destined to be together? Was this all meant to happen?
"We'll break it off, Uncle Coop." Mel explained to her uncle and then explained their promise to each other.
"No!" Coop told her, "Follow your heart not your head. You mother did and look she had you, Chris and Wyatt. Your Aunt Phoebe did, and ok that lead her down the wrong path but then she found me, and it's made our love strong because of it." Melinda tried to understand what he was saying. Coop could see she was struggling. She was 16, after all, she was not old enough to understand everything. She was the same age as his eldest daughter, ok younger by two months, but that did not matter. He could not see his daughter understanding this, and she was part cupid, so why should Melinda.
"I'll leave you to think if you want." Coop finally said, knowing she would need time to think about what she really wanted.
"Thanks Uncle Coop."
Melinda watched as Coop disappeared behind a large tree to disappear. She put her Ipod back on, and the earpieces back in. This would take a longer run than just to the park.
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Chris sat at the top of Golden Gate Bridge. This was his favourite place to come and think, and he had a lot of thinking to do. Melinda had left pretty quickly after lunch, he saw her leave to go for a run. That was her way of saying I need to think about something, him to orb to Golden Gate Bridge was his. He leaned against the supporting beam and looked down on the world. He could see the cars rushing by below. Could he really stop 'dating' Melinda? Could he really call everything off now? They had been together for two years and he was in love. He had never been happier with a girl. He never thought he would feel the same for Jennifer Granger, his first love, again but when he realised his feelings for Melinda he found them stronger. His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of orbing. His brother's orbs to be more exact. He could always tell the difference between his brother's and his Aunt Paige's orbs.
"What do you want?" Chris asked coldly, he still was not happy about being punched.
"I came to check on you. Uncle Coop went after Melinda," Wyatt sat next to his brother, "He knows, doesn't he?" Chris nodded his head, wiping a tear that was falling down his cheek. Great, now Wyatt was going to see him cry.
"I'm sorry for punching you by the way." What was that! The great Twice-Blessed was apologising? Chris looked towards his brother. Why was Wyatt apologising for doing something he had every right to?
"I won't tell mom, and not just because of Mel." Wyatt was hurt by the two of them, but he was not about to lose his siblings and the meal had made him see that. Wyatt had been so caught up in their relationship, how wrong it was, to see that they were truly in love with each other, the same love that he felt for Bianca. After hearing his mom ask his to invite Bianca over, he knew he could be more open to his brother and sister. Man, even Coop managed to understand them, well enough not to hit one of them.
"So, why else?" Chris asked, wondering what the other reason was why his brother would not tell their parents about their sordid secret.
"Because you're family, Chris," Wyatt explained, "I don't want to lose you as a brother. And I don't want to lose Mel as a sister. I love you both – just not in that way."
Chris smiled, finally Wyatt had made him laugh. Ok, so Chris was starting to listen to him, this was Wyatt's chance to really talk to him.
"I know everything's wrong, and so do you," Wyatt told his younger brother, "But if you two love each other, who am I to stand in the way? C'mon, I'm dating a Phoenix witch, I have no room to talk about forbidden love. But, if you do hurt Melinda then I swear you won't know what's hit you."
Chris looked into his brother's bright blue eyes and sighed, always protecting Melinda. They both shared that, whenever the odd demon would attack, Wyatt and Chris would try and stop it, although a lot of the time Melinda save their butts – after all being a telepath now meant she could have unlimited power, using a demon's power against them, as long as they were conscious, they found that out the hard way when Wyatt was hit by a darklighter arrow and she could not heal him because he was not awake.
"It's ok, we're breaking up anyway." Chris admitted to his big brother, who looked at him confused, "We always said that if someone found out we'd break up. I'm just finding it so hard to do now. I love her, Wyatt, I don't want to lose her and I know living in the same house as her will tear me apart."
"You don't have to break up because I know," Wyatt saw the anguish in his brother's eyes, "Or because Uncle Coop knows. The two most understanding people know. Oh and Grams knows."
Chris laughed at that. Grams was always telling both him and Wyatt off for everything. They were boys so they could not do anything right, he was now surprised she had not come to him and hit him for this. But, still playing on his mind, he thought of Mel and what she was thinking about. Did she now want this to end?
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Melinda laid back on the cool tiles of the bathroom. She had not spoken to Chris since lunch yesterday, she could not face him after her run and managed to avoid eye contact with him during dinner. She knew they had to talk, figure out whether they were going to break up or carry on knowing Wyatt and Uncle Coop knew, but…Oh, another wave of nausea hit her, bringing her out of her thoughts and back to the toilet. Great, not only was she worrying about everything with Chris, she was now ill, just great.
"Mel, are you ok?" She could hear Chris from the other side of the door.
"Mom's worried." And that was Wyatt.
She laid back on the tiles again, the coldness helping her breath normally. Why was she being so sick? It could not have been anything she ate because nobody else was ill. Maybe it was a stomach bug or maybe she was…no it was a stomach bug. Definitely a stomach bug.
"Mel!" She heard and then the sound of orbing. Chris and Wyatt decided to ignore the fact that the bathroom door was locked. But then again they had a right, if she was fine she would have told them.
"What's up?" She looked up at Wyatt, upside down, sending another wave of nausea. More of last night's dinner came up as she felt a hand holding her hair out of the way and heard the bathroom lock unclick.
"I'm ok…" She breathed heavily, hoping that was the last of it.
"You sure?" Chris asked, and she could hear him wondering the same thing. Was she pregnant? No, she could not be. They always used protection, ah apart from one night…no, it was definitely a stomach bug.
"I'm fine." Melinda answered again, this time standing up and throwing some water over her face. The cold water helped as she heard the toilet flush. Obviously one of her brothers had done that. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pale and clammy, see definitely a bug. She left the bathroom and went to he kitchen, instantly wishing she had not. Usually she loved her mother's cooking, but there was something that was making her feel ill, very ill.
"Are you ok, sweetie?" She heard her mother ask as she walked over to her, putting the back of her hand to her head, "You do feel a little warm."
"I'm fine." Melinda lied, sitting at the table, hoping this wave of nausea would go away.
"Yeah right," Wyatt scoffed as he sat next to her, "Throwing up last night's dinner is you feeling fine?" With that Piper turned worriedly.
"You were throwing up?"
"Mom, I'm fine." Mel shouted a little louder than anticipated and left the kitchen. She was actually glad to get out of there, the smell was making her too sick. She sat in the living room and curled up on the couch, turning the television on. Saturday morning cartoons, brilliant. She was joined by Chris, who sat near her in silence.
"Do you want me to read your thoughts or are you gonna say what's on your mind." Why was she so grumpy? Was she that ill that it was making her grumpy?
"I wanted to talk about us, but not while you're ill."
"I'm not pregnant."
"I didn't say that, did I?"
"No but you're thinking it. God, can I not throw up now without you wondering something stupid?"
Chris looked at his younger sister, confused, sure she was not really a morning person, and could get grumpy when she was ill but what was with this attitude?
"Mom said to drink this." Wyatt said, bringing some orange juice and putting it on the table in front of Melinda, "Have I just interrupted something?
"Yes."
"No." Chris and Mel answered respectively. Wyatt knelt in front of Melinda, looking into her brown eyes.
"What's up?"
"I'm just not well." Melinda finally admitted to her brother. She hated admitting she was ill. Her mother sent her to bed, Wyatt got all protective and Chris would not leave her alone, asking her if she wanted a book to read, or some water…she hated it.
"Well drink up." Wyatt told her, picking the glass of orange juice up and passing it to his younger sister, who did as she was told, that did not help her stomach settle.
"I'm going back to bed." Melinda sighed feeling like she was going to cry. Now why was she getting so emotional?
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A few days had passed and Melinda was still throwing up on a morning, every morning. Now she was worried. It was definitely not a sickness bug, she was fine on an evening, it was only the mornings. She had purposely gone out to buy a pregnancy test, but was scared. Did she really want to find out the truth?
Melinda stood in the bathroom, looking at the pregnancy test in her hand, then looked at herself in the mirror. It could wait.
Melinda left the bathroom and quickly bumped into Wyatt.
"Whoa, sorry sis." Was the reply from Wyatt, who then looked at the box that was in her hands. Melinda quickly put the box behind her back, but it was too late, Wyatt had seen what is was.
"You think you are pregnant now?" Wyatt asked his 16-year-old sister. He was not liking this idea. One, she was too young and two, this would mean her parents would find everything out.
"I'm not sure." Melinda tried to avoid Wyatt's gaze.
"Take it."
Wyatt held Melinda's gaze until she turned on her heels, heading back into the bathroom. Wyatt waited outside until she had finally taken it, he knew she would not otherwise.
"Mel?" Wyatt called after about ten minutes, they did not take this long, did they? The call of his sister's name brought Chris out of his room.
"What's wrong?" Chris asked his brother, when he saw him leaning on the door frame with both hands.
"Oh my God!" they both heard a scream from the bathroom. Wyatt knew that meant it was positive, Chris still did not know what was going on.
"Mel, open the door." Chris shouted.
"No!" Mel shouted, sounding like she was crying. That was it, Chris orbed into the bathroom, not hearing any screams Wyatt followed suit.
As Wyatt's orbs materialised he saw his younger sister crying into Chris' T-shirt, the pregnancy test on the side.
"Mel?" Wyatt asked, he was actually getting excited at the thought of being an uncle, but Mel was still only 16 and it was with Chris, their brother. The baby's dad would be it's uncle, now that was confusing.
Melinda looked up to Wyatt, tears streaming down her face. She knew he knew what that meant and ran into his arms.
"I can't be," Mel cried into Wyatt's shirt, "I can't be pregnant, I'm too young."
Chris was still unsure of what was going on, but as soon as he heard that he felt the world spin. He leaned back on the counter, staring at the wall. Mel was pregnant, he was going to be a dad. They had not even spoken if they were going to stay together yet and she was pregnant. Now they had to stay together. He would not abandon his baby.
"How do I tell mom?" Melinda panicked and looked between her brothers. Chris looked as scared as she was, he was pale and shaky. Wyatt looked like he was thinking.
"You don't." Wyatt said, which earned looks from both Chris and Melinda, "There's five months left of the school year, Chris is going to college in LA, you can go with him."
"What! School?" Chris shouted at his scheming brother.
"She can get into school in LA. I'll just be an orb away to help you both out."
"And what about when it starts showing?" Melinda asked her 'wise' brother, wise her ass.
"Me and Chris can glamour you when you start showing. Look if you tell mom and dad they'll ask you who the father is, then what are you gonna say?"
"That I don't know."
Wyatt and Chris laughed at her and rolled their eyes.
"That's gonna sound good for daddy's little angel," Chris pulled his lover into him, "Daddy I'm pregnant but I don't know who the father is…"
Melinda looked at the ground in her stupid-ness.
"I can't keep it from them though."
"It's ok then, you've got three months to figure out how to tell them. If you tell them now they will make you abort it." Mel knew Wyatt was right, and that was not something she could do. Three months and then her parents had no choice but to let her have the baby. She felt Chris' hands tremble as he held her.
"You ok?"
"I've just found out I'm gonna be a dad, so yeah, I'm peachy."
