CHAPTER 3:

Chris awoke on the floor of his room which, granted, wasn't an unusual occurrence, only this time something was different. Normally when he woke up he was hurt, but this time there are no more pains than there was when he went to sleep. 'Maybe I haven't made mommy mad yet?' he thought as he stood and walked over to his bed. Climbing into it he realised something: he was really hungry. After that revelation he moved off the bed and walked quickly and quietly to the door. Once he got there he heard voices, so like any other curious boy would he stopped and listened to the conversation.

Once he heard the thump he decided to go and investigate. Opening the door slightly he saw lots of strangers in the room with one of them holding his mother to the wall. "Mommy?" He muttered before he could stop himself. At that every face in the room was turned to him, many with pleasure and delight, another with hate. After seeing the look that his mother shot his way he moved back into the room a little bit so that only his head was appearing around the door frame. It was strange, the strangers he didn't fear, but his mother he did.

Phoebe, resident empathy, felt this and became confused, that was until she saw the murderous glare that Bianca was giving to her son.

When Wyatt first saw his son, he thought that he had been punched in the gut, the wind was knocked out of him and he literally couldn't believe his eyes. There standing before him, after years separated, was his son. He looked exactly like he imagined, his brunette bangs covering his eyes and having to be repeatedly brushed aside. Piercing blue eyes that captivate everyone around him. He was shocked out of thoughts when his son retreated.

Seeing his son hiding behind the door frame was like an athame through his heart, a child shouldn't be afraid of his father he thought as he looked on sadly. He, with his back turned to the still pinned Bianca, thought that Chris was hiding from them, the strangers in the room. Don't worry son I am never going to be a stranger to you again. He vowed as he cautiously walked closer to the scared boy.

Bianca growled at this and Chris retreated a bit further at the ground, effectively stamping on his father's heart who thought that he was retreating from him. Again Phoebe's powers came to the rescue, feeling the pain emitting from her nephew and the fear emitting from her great nephew she walked over to where Piper held Bianca and coldly said "How about we go into your room for a little chat huh?" With that Phoebe, flanked by Paige, Prue, Mel and Pen all dragged a struggling Bianca to the other room in the apartment and closed to door behind them, intending on giving the family a little privacy.

Now that his mother was out of the room Chris edged out of the room slowly. Wyatt smiled at this. At least he knows that I don't want to hurt him.

A silence fell over the group as they all looked each other over. Chris was the one to break it. "Whose youse?" He said curiously.

All the other occupants of the room smiled at his cute little voice an question and then Wyatt plunged into the deep end. "I'm your daddy Chris." He said staring the boy in the eyes, begging him to believe him.

Chris blinked, once, twice, three times and then asked the question that was on his mind. "But you no want me, why you here?" Wyatt's heart broke at these words. He wasn't able to string sentences together so Piper took the initiative.

Moving forward slowly Piper kneeled in front of the little confused boy. "Chris sweetie. (Accompanied by a hand brushing the hair out of his face) Your daddy always wanted you. Your mommy took you away from him and he couldn't find you. He looked everywhere."

"Even under the bed and in the closet." Chris asked in his childlike innocence already believing everything that this woman has said.

Piper, Leo and Wyatt all laughed at him and Wyatt answered. "Yes, I looked under the bed and in the closet. Three times." He added just for good measure. Chris eyes nearly budged out of his sockets, and the adults in the room laughed again. It didn't escape either Piper or Leo's notice that this was the most times that Wyatt has laughed in years.

"So...youse me daddy...whose youse?" Chris asked again curiously. Piper and Leo smiled at him and Wyatt answered.

"They are my mommy and daddy, your grandma and grandpa." Chris smiled at this.

"I have a grams and pops." He said, a silly grin splitting his features.

"Yeah you do. Now can I have a hug?" Wyatt said cautiously, holding his arms open wide. It didn't take long for Chris to make a choice, he has never been hugged before so he launched into his daddy's arms, nearly causing him to fall back onto the floor from his crouched position. Chris was so caught up in the fact that he was going to get a hug that he forgot about his sore ribs.

Once Wyatt caught Chris he could feel the wince through his little body and immediately he pulled him away and began brushing his fingers through his hair, trying to calm him while he tried to figure out how he was hurt. When his hand brushed over his left hand side, he winced again. Wyatt noticed this and motioned for Leo to come and see what was wrong, he needn't have to as Leo was already kneeling down beside them trying to see the wound. "Is it Ok, if pops has a look at your belly?" Wyatt asked Chris, Chris's answer was to bury his head into his daddies shoulder and nod. He may only be three and a half but he already knew that what happened to him was wrong, he didn't want his daddy to be ashamed of him.

Leo cautiously lifted up Chris's shirt and immediately saw that he had broken ribs. There on his left hand side was a large hand shaped bruise. All three Halliwells sucked in a deep breath. They only knew of one thing that could cause a wound like that.

Leo was the first one to gain his composure, looking at his wife and son he found that both were reduced to tears, Piper had tears streaming down her face while Wyatt was trying valiantly to stop them from falling. "Chris? Pop is gonna heal you up and then you will be as good as new OK?" Leo said as he held his hands above the wound. In mere minutes it was gone and Chris shifted in his father lap slightly so that he could peek at his grams and pops. When he saw them smile at him, he removed his face fully and looked up at his daddy again. They made the pain go away.

"Daddy?" He asked worriedly. Wyatt beamed at him, he could get used to being called that, "Yeah Baby." He muttered as his hand once again moved to run through Chris's hair. "Me no wanna stay here. Me wanna go with you grams and pops."

"Don't worry Kid, I am not going to let you out of my sight, your coming with me." Chris smiled and hugged his father again ferociously. Things are going to get better, he thought.

Once can only hope.

A/N

it will be a couple of days until the next update, i have exams (blah!) anyway hope you enjoy.

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