Chapter 2

Chris walked down the stairs only to be lured by the smell of his mother's cooking. She had the table set full of all kinds of things, some Chris loved and some he still liked but not so much. He took a seat near the caramel and strawberry pancakes and was greeted by his mother, Piper.

"Happy birthday Peanut!" she said using the nickname she gave him; her golden smile reached ear to ear.
"Thanks mom" The 14 year old boy said while stuffing his face with the pancakes.
Wyatt came running down the stairs; his golden blonde hair was dampened from his morning shower and he wore a red t-shirt with blue jeans. He as well was dragged to the table by his mother's cooking. Wyatt loved cooking but he wasn't the one that inherited that gene from his mother. It was Chris who could cook.

"Ow." The Blonde teenager said after being belted in the hand by his mother after trying to grab a muffin that wasn't done.

Piper gave him a glare but smirked. Wyatt looked at his mother and rolled his eyes. The Twice Blessed child well, now teenager, put some toast on and sat down across from his brother.

"You're really going to like my present, Chrissie" The older brother teased.

"Don't call me that!"

"What?"

"You're not going to get me to say it you know? Wy." He gazed at his brother's smug look and stared back not giving in to the playful banter.

"Will you guys just eat your breakfast?" Their mother asked. "You have a long day ahead of you and we don't want any downers for your birthday party tonight." She reasoned.

"Oh and speaking of downers." As soon as Chris had said that Wyatt shot him a warning glare that said 'don't go there brother.' The brunette just waved it off and continued.

"Will Dad be coming to my party tonight? I doubt it though; he probably has his head stuck far too high in the clouds to fucking even notice what day it was."

Chris whole body froze and it wasn't because of his mother's power. It was because of the look on her face. She looked she was about to explode and the thing was she did. He gazed over to Wyatt who was cringing and shaking his head.

"CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL!" She screeched. Those three words, just those three made him regret his choice of words about his father instantly.

"What I'm right aren't I?"

"Don't you take that tone with me boy!" Chris cringed even further down into his seat.

"Your father is a very busy man; he is up there making sure we are safe!" Piper said trying to justify her husband's actions. Even though she hated him for not showing up for Chris, for not being there she had to make it right. Even if it meant fighting with Chris.

"And has it worked? Really mom? We have ten times more demons in the house when he isn't even here. But when he's home which is rare, no they don't even bother to show. So how is it making our lives better!"

"Chris. Stop it!" Wyatt pleaded he hated fighting, especially seen his mother and brother fight they were close. Chris stood straight up. His anger fuelled him and he burst.

"No Wyatt, I need to prove a point. I am sick of my father treating me like shit, when all you guys do is treat him like the world's best father! He goes to your birthday's Wyatt; he goes to your baseball games, your plays, even little things like a school meeting! But no. Where is he when I want him to be there, where is he when I need him? Huh?" The 14 year olds body went limp and he felt back into the chair. Wyatt knew that his little brother was crying.

"He hates me. He hates the holy fucking hell out of me, that why he never comes. I'm a loser!"

Piper Halliwell lost control of her anger than. And because of that she lost control of her powers and a little, clear, blue vase felt the wrath of Piper Halliwell which caused it to explode into tiny itty bitty pieces.

"I'm going to kill him." She muttered harshly under her breath. She hated the man for ruining the start of her little peanut's 14th birthday. Her warm, brown compassionate eyes looked away from the vase and back on to the boy who looked like he was 5 years old. Tears' covering his now drenched clothes, His older brother was over there kneeling next to him; trying to calm him down, but failing miserably.

His mother walked to him and took over.

"I'll go get the car ready." Wyatt whispered to his mother. After all when she took over there was nothing you could do to help. His mother was a total control freak like that.
Piper turned Chris' seat around so that she could kneel and look straight into his hurt green eyes.

"Honey, Peanut. Look at me. Sweetie, look your father doesn't hate you." She grabbed hold of his hands.

"You are not a loser Chris. You're anything but. Buddy, come on. Stop crying it's your birthday I can't have the man of honour being sad on his special event." Chris, still with tear filled eyes looked up at his mother.

"If he doesn't hate me then why doesn't he come to my birthdays, face it Mom I'm just an accident, a waste of space." He looked back down again.

"Hey! Look at me Christopher Halliwell!" she yelled causing the frail boy to jump.

"Yes you may be an accident Chris, but you are the best god damn accident in my life. Listen to me, you are strong, you are brave, you have the biggest caring heart in the world and you would risk your own life for a stranger's Chris; you are the light of this family. You and the family are the best thing your father has ever had and he is a jackass for not realising that."

Chris pulled his heavy head up.

"Really?"

"Really, really."

"Now get out there and have some fun!" the brunette boy leaped out of his chair like a solider at ease. He always trusted his mother to make himself feel good about himself. And now he felt like there was nothing in the world that could stop him. Piper embraced her son in a comforting hug.

"Thanks mom, I love you."

"I love you too Peanut. Have a nice day and I mean it. If you don't; I will come and force you too!"

Chris smirked and really thought about Piper's last comment. He considered it and burst out laughing as he exited the Manor. He knew that his Mother would walk over to his school and really would/can make him have a fun and nice day.