Crying…Crying…Crying…
Pops couldn't figure out why Henry was crying. He fed him; he changed him; he showed his favorite stuff animals that made him laugh.
Nothing worked! His one-year -old boy was crying endlessly and he didn't understand why. He hated seeing tears fall from those green eyes of his.
He would ask Robin for help, but she was busy with Sarah, David and Emma. He sighed at the women forming a "Mommy and son" group. Despite the age difference between the young boys, they would run around playing swords or with air 'guns' having endless fun.
Prue came into the living room covering her ears.
"Why is he crying? he has been crying non-stop for the last 20 minutes." Frustration seeped into the girl's voice.
Pops 's apologetic eyes gazed at his daughter .
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm really trying here! It's just…I've done everything known to make him happy!"
Prue sighed understanding that Henry was a little stubborn when trying to get him to smile. "Did you even use his magical ball?"
"Magical ball?" Confusion was written all over Pops face.
"Mommy, was using her magic ball in front of Henry last night by floating a ball. Henry was so enticed by the ball that he would not stop crying when Mom tried to put it away. When Henry finally went to sleep, Mom hid it," Prue explained to her father hoping that would be able to cheer up her little brother .
"Do you know where your mother placed the ball?" Pops asked eyes filled with worry as henry's crying became louder.
"It's in the hall closet."
Pops sighed knowing that the closest was a death trap filled with his children's toys. He never dared go in there without Robin holding the toys in place.
''Prue, watch your brother as I attempt to go through that closet." Pops gathered up his courage. "I've faced a T-1000, T-800, John even! But a closet I fear most," he muttered under this breathe.
Prue walked to her Brother's carrier, extending her arms and carefully placing the crying baby within her hold.
She held him to her chest, bouncing her arms up and down to calm him.
"Shhh, Henry . We'll find the ball. Don't you worry your little head of yours. See, Daddy is going to find it," Prue cooed at his sister turning his body, attempting to show Henry what their dad was doing.
Prue watched as Pops cautiously open the hall closet door , pulling his arm back.
The door creaked open; Pops sighed knowing the worst part was over. He opened the door wider seeing all the toys jumbled together upon the top shelf. Carefully, he took a step forward into the closet, bumping into the door jam.
The toys rumbled above, falling directly over Pops as his arms quickly covered himself from the impact, falling to the floor covered in toys.
Prue's eyes widened in shock. "Daddy, you…"
A loud giggle erupted from her brother. Prue averted her eyes to Henry as his laughter continued over Pops trying to escape the disorganized chaos known as toys. Prue couldn't help but laugh along at the comedic scene.
Pops pushed aside the avalanched toys crowding over his body. He turned his dark head, eyes observed his two children laughing.
A smile graced his lips as Pops watched henry's toothless smile open wider, laughter coming from him. Pops would hold time still if he could capture that sweet little laughter of his little warrior.
Prue's lips twisted up at the corners, smirking at Pops. "At least she is laughing rather than crying."
''yep," Pops happily sighed out.