Chapter 12: Morning Sickness?

It had been five weeks to the day that Chris and Wyatt became intimate with each other. And Chris was once again bowing before the porcelain God. "Eugh." He muttered as he slowly began pushing himself up. He was barely halfway up before the urge to vomit overtook him again and he bent at the middle to empty his stomachs contents again. He was hoping that he wouldn't make enough noise to wake Wyatt, he doesn't want him to worry about him.

Unfortunately his hope was not heeded. For at that moment his Fiancé came charging into the room, alerted by the sounds of vomiting. "Chris!" He shouted as he skidded to a halt next to the brunette and began to run soothing circles on his back.

When Chris finally stopped puking his guts out he slumped jello like into Wyatt's waiting arms. "What's wrong Chris?" Wyatt asked worriedly as he tenderly wrapped one arm around his lover's waist and ran the other through his hair.

"I dunno." Chris whispered. It was one thing for Chris to be evasive in trying to avoid Wyatt seeing him sick, but now that Wyatt can see what's going on there is no way that Chris could lie to him now. "I don't feel good Wyatt." Chris murmured as he shifted slightly so that he could bury his head into Wyatt's shoulder.

Without a second thought Wyatt picked Chris up bridal style and led him to the bedroom. He lay him ontop of the bed like a fragile piece of glass and then turned to grab his glass of water and the trash can off his side of the bed. "Here babe, rinse your mouth out. That's it." On the inside Wyatt was panicking, but on the outside he was calm and composed after all he didn't want to let Chris know how scared he was when he heard him vomiting earlier this morning.

Chris signed in contentment as he snuggled further down into the bed pulling his 'fiancé' down with him. Now that he had nothing left in his stomach to 'purge' he was feeling better, as was the norm for the past few weeks. He felt terribly guilty for scaring his boyfriend...fiancé; no matter how much Wyatt tried to look brave he couldn't fool him. Chris prides himself on the fact that he can read Wyatt like an open book, and he adores the fact that Wyatt can read him the same way. Right now he knew that Wyatt was panicked and trying to act brave for his sake.

"Lie down Wyatt." Chris said as he tugged on Wyatt's arm. Wyatt did as he was told and he soon found a beautiful brunette cuddling into his side.

"Chris I think that I should get my father to come and take a look at you." Wyatt muttered as he ran his hands through the brunette's hair

Chris was dozing off when Wyatt started speaking and barely heard what was said, heaving a deep sigh he said "Wyatt. I feel better now; it was probably just a bug that I caught from school. I'll be fine. But if it makes you feel any better I promise that I will let your father look me over if I feel any worse." He felt Wyatt relax and cuddled him closer. A relaxed Wyatt was much better than a tense Wyatt.

"OK, I agree to your terms." Wyatt said and Chris could see the smile in his voice despite the fact that he wasn't looking into his face. "Besides don't you mean our father." He said with a chuckle.

FLASHBACK

It was the day after and Wyatt has decided that he has officially died and gone to heaven. Here he was lying in bed with the most beautiful creature in the entire planet using him as a pillow. Smiling contently he looked down at his sleeping bed-mate. Chris was lying on his side curled into Wyatt's side, with his head over Wyatt's heart. Wyatt had his arms wrapped around the precious burden beside him and rubbed soothing circles into his back whenever he stirred.

It seemed like a mere few minutes later when the brunette began to stir.

Chris opened his eyes groggily and smiled when he saw Wyatt looking down at him. "Morning' Wy." He said as he lifted his head slightly to meet the incoming kiss that Wyatt was expecting. Both were oblivious to the 'cooing' audience that they attracted.

"Morning...Mr Christopher Perry Halliwell." He muttered. Staring straight into the emerald orbs.

A squeal caused them to jump and they whipped their heads around to face the doorway where three very chipper witches were screeching happily.

Chris was mortified. Here he was lying naked in bed with his boyfr...fiancé and who was to walk in his fiancés mother! Thank God she didn't check on us during the night...did she? He thought to himself in horror. He buried his head into Wyatt's chest and wished for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

Wyatt on the other hand was pissed! He could tell that Chris was mortified that his mother was in the room while they were both still in their birthday suits, so he was angry on his behalf! 'Jeez Mom! Don't you knock!' He shouted at the onlookers.

Piper had the decency to look apologetic but that disappeared quickly when she remembered why she and her sisters squealed! Then she spotted the wedding ring on Chris's finger.

And so she squealed again!

END OF FLASHBACK.

Chris chuckled when he remembered the events that followed. It seemed like as soon as his ring was spotted Phoebe was on her phone ringing everyone in her phone book telling them the 'big news'. And Piper began calling all the husbands, and to Chris disgust they all orbed into their room!

From that day on Piper insisted on being called 'mom', Leo insisted on being called 'dad', and the aunts insisted on being called...well...aunt...

Amidst all the memories Chris drifted off to sleep, unaware that Wyatt held him close and watched him sleeping. All that Wyatt knew was that he woke up this morning without Chris in his bed, it scared him. Then finding Chris vomiting in the bathroom, that scared him more. Now he was afraid of closing his eyes in-case something else happen...

He knew that he couldn't be there to protect Chris all the time, but he was going to damn well try...

A/N

I know it sucks! But I am trying my best to get the next chapter up to par!

Sorry it took so long to update

A special thanks to Susangel for givin me the kick up the backside to get this chapter posted!