Thank you to everybody who reviewed my previous chapter. I know, I haven't replied to reviews personally, I've been a little swamped with things, since it's xmas, and now I've only got time to put up another chapter.

It's a little shorter than usual again, but a little longer than the last chapter so I hope you enjoy.

Growing Up Troubles

"Thank you so much for doing all this for me, Wyatt," a 24-year-old Hope hugged her older cousin tightly, still in her wedding dress, while her new husband tried to pull her away so they could get on with their first night as a married couple, "Everything was so great."

"It's no problem, Hope," the blonde Halliwell smiled, "You should get going anyway, it looks like Mark wants to get to the hotel."

Hope looked around at her husband and smiled gently, she had one more person to see before she left, and knew exactly where he was.

"Chris?" Hope smiled, as she made her way to the bar, where her Chris stood with Holly's husband.

"Hey, I'd have thought you would have been gone by now," Chris smirked, "You looked lovely today by the way."

"Thank you," the youngest cousin smiled as they hugged, "I just had to some and say bye to you and thank you."

"What for?"

"Helping Wyatt with the food and everything," came the reply, "I know you got him in gear."

Swallowing hard, Chris' face dropped slightly, but not so much that the newly married woman could tell.

"Don't worry about it," the Perry smiled, "You'd better get going anyway."

"I will," she hugged Chris again, "Bye."

Once Hope had gone, Chris turned back to his friend, to see a frown on his face.

"What?"

"You didn't help Wyatt," Speedy informed his friend, "He wouldn't let you."

"She doesn't know that," Chris smirked, just as his husband walked towards him, "Hey you."

"Should my ears be burning?" Wyatt asked, as he made his way over to the bar, where a bottle of beer was waiting for him.

"Now why would you ask that?" the brunette asked, loosening his tie off, man did he hate wearing these things, "Where are the kids?"

"Holly's taken Ben and Scott home," Wyatt explained, looking at Speedy as he mentioned Holly, "Jen is with Parker at the moment, helping him move some things and Lizzie was with Pierce."

Pierce was the eldest child of Patty, Wyatt's eldest cousin, who were both here for Hope's wedding. Even though his daughter was grounded, he was not going to stop her from coming to the wedding, after all it would not be fair on Hope to stop her from coming.

"Are you sure?" Speedy looked at his friend with a glare, "Because isn't that Pierce there?"

Wyatt turned around to, sure enough, see his eldest second cousin walking towards him.

"Pierce?" the 34-year-old blonde called out to the brunette haired 12-year-old, "Where's Lizzie?"

"She said she was going to look for you," the boy explained, biting his lip as he realised maybe she had just told him that to get away. Wyatt and Chris both looked at each other, before Wyatt turned back to the boy and looked into his grey eyes, "Pierce, which way did she go."

"That way," Pierce pointed towards the front door, causing Wyatt to groan slightly, "Am I in trouble?" the 12-year-old quickly asked and sighed as the two fathers told him no.

"Ok, I'll check outside, you look around here?" Wyatt looked at his lover, who was agreeing with what they were saying. Did their daughter sneak out again? The Halliwell sighed as he made his way out of the building, taking his cell phone out of his pocket, he should have known not to bring her here, she needed locking up in her bedroom. And they thought she was turning over a new leaf after being in trouble with the police for being at that house party just two days ago.

Meanwhile, inside the building, Chris walked over to his husband's father.

"Hey, Leo," Chris frowned slightly, interrupting Leo's conversation with who Chris remembered being Mark's (Hope's new husband) mother, "Sorry to interrupt but have you seen Lizzie anywhere?"

"No, why?" Leo asked, a frown forming on his face, he knew all too well the trouble the 16-year-old was capable of causing.

"Wyatt just needs her, that's all," Chris smiled, not wanting to worry the 72-year-old man, "Don't worry."

As the brunette walked away he bumped into Parker, who was now carrying boxes out of the building.

"Hey, have you seen that niece of yours anyway?" Chris asked, to which Parker nodded.

"Just behind me with another load of boxes."

"Not that one," Chris shook his head, looking back to see Jennifer negotiating walking in heels with boxes, "You're eldest."

"Oh," the 32-year-old frowned, seeming to think about it, "Actually no, not since just after the dinner."

"Right…" Chris stated with a sigh just as Speedy ran up behind him.

"Hey, Chris," his blonde haired friend said, tapping him on the shoulder with his cell phone in his hand, "She's at home."

"What?" the Perry looked slightly shocked for a minute, his daughter was at home? She had snuck away from the party to go home?

"She went with Holly," the man continued, "Apparently she told Matthew."

At first, Chris did not know whether to feel relieved or pissed off, relieved that she was safe or pissed that she did not tell either him or Wyatt and that Matthew had not come to tell them. Eventually the anger won and he groaned, going out onto the street to find Wyatt walking towards him.

"No luck…"

"She's at home," Chris said, before his lover could continue, "Holly took her home, she told Matthew."

Pushing past Chris, the blonde made his way back into the building to find his youngest brother, who was sat at a table with his wife and daughter.

"When were you going to tell me my daughter had gone home?" he asked the blonde haired male, looking at him with angry eyes. To start with, the younger Halliwell's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, until he finally found his voice.

"It slipped my mind," the 27-year-old admitted, realising not only was his brother going to lay into him, but his wife was going to later too, "I'm sorry, but…well, actually I have no excuse, it just completely slipped my mind. I thought you'd realise."

Deciding not to make a scene at the party, Wyatt groaned and just walked away. His daughter was safe, that was the main thing. Then he sighed to himself, maybe she was turning over a new leaf, if she had gone home.

Knock, knock, knock!

Chris heard at the front door, as he sat at the dining table, doing his paper work. Just as he was about to get up, footsteps came running down the stairs, footsteps of the only person that was in, Elizabeth.

"It's ok, I'll get it."

"You're not going out." Chris stated, as he sat back down and went back to his paper work, allowing the 16-year-old to answer the door. With his head down, he missed the roll of the blue eyes of his eldest daughter.

"Hey," he heard the blonde say, "I can't come out. Grounded."

"I know," a male's voice came next, causing the Perry to look up from his paperwork to see a young boy with shaggy brown hair at the door, "I just thought I'd bring you this. It's the essay from English, it'll give you one less thing to catch up on anyway."

"Thanks Josh."

Chris was no longer listening to the conversation, just looking at the boy, for all he knew that could be his son, but then he shook his head. He had been thinking that about every 16-year-old looking boy for the past four days, ever since Bianca had told him what their one-night stand had created. He still needed to call her, tell her that he wanted to see his son. It was not because of him, that he had not called, it was because he sensed something from Wyatt, some sort of hostility and wondered just how smart it was to get involved with his son even though Wyatt has said it was fine. Sometimes Wyatt never said what he meant. Also, sometimes cousins let on what was going on. However, Chris needed to see his son, he had not known for 16 years that he had a son and now he wanted to know what he was like, how he was doing in school, who he was more like – himself or Bianca? But then, what did his son think of him? Did he really believe what Bianca had told him, and had Bianca really told him what she had said she had?

Sighing, he shook his head as he heard the door close.

"He was just dropping some work of for me," the 16-year-old pointed out, almost as if she expected Chris to say something to her about it, "Chris? Are you ok?"

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he looked up at the blonde. She was so much like Wyatt, it was scary, she was the Halliwell through and through, and sometimes he still wished he had that. Maybe that was another reason he wanted to see his son, he had wanted a child of his own for a while now, but had never told Wyatt that, he did not quite know how to tell him, they had enough with three of them running around and one of them being a trouble-maker, they did not need another.

"Chris?"

"Sorry, Lizzie, I'm fine," Chris smiled at her, but it was weak, "Can you check on your brother for me? Make sure he's doing his homework and not playing on his Wii?"

As the girl exited, he noticed the unsure frown on her face, almost as if she knew there was something wrong with Chris deep down.

Sighing, Chris put the pen down on the table and leant back on the chair, he needed to call Bianca, he needed to see his son.

Wyatt walked into his house, late that night, to find all the lights out except for the living room light. Looking in, he found Holly and Speedy curled up on the couch, watching a movie.

"Hey, the kids in bed?" he asked, startling them both slightly.

"Yeah," Holly smiled, "And Chris has had to nip into the office to pick something up."

The Halliwell looked at the clock, why would he need to go into the office at 11pm? Deciding against asking, after all his cousin and friend would probably not know, Wyatt sat down to see what movie they were watching.

"Oh, Jen asked if you would go up and see her when you got back," Speedy now looked at his friend, who looked too tired to be bothered with anything at the moment, "Something to do with some History homework, we all know Chris wouldn't be able to help her."

Wyatt could not help but laugh slightly at that comment, there was no way Chris would help any of their three children with History homework, he hated History, just like Wyatt would never help them with Math.

"I'll go up and see her then," Wyatt sighed, "Although I hope she isn't still up doing it."

Leaving the two lovebirds on the couch, Wyatt made his way up the stairs through the dark hallway, and to his youngest daughter's room. Seeing no light coming from underneath the door, he decided that she was probably asleep by now, so opened the door very slightly to peek in, to not wake her.

Smiling happily, he pushed the door open a little more to see the 15-year-old curled up in her bed, blissfully asleep.

Happy that everything was as it should be, Wyatt was about to make his way back down the stairs until he heard a noise coming from Elizabeth's room.

Is that the TV? The blonde thought to himself, making his way to the doorway to listen a little more carefully. She was grounded, which meant no TV, but what else was the noise?

Opening the door, Wyatt saw something he never wanted to even think of his daughter doing, let alone seeing.

"Elizabeth Jane Perry-Halliwell!" He exclaimed, it was all he could do as he saw the 16-year-old in bed with a brunette male.

"Dad!" Elizabeth looked like a deer caught in headlights, she was in trouble, big trouble.

ok, so I know I'm leaving it for a couple of days with a cliff hanger, but its to keep you coming back when I next update:D

Please review to tell me what you thought and I hope you have a good xmas. I'll be back in a couple of days.

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