CHAPTER FIVE: POLLY'S BIRTH.

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My heart broke when I saw the tears splattered all over my youngest daughter's face and neck, and almost all over her body as they jumbled with the rain drops that hit her evidently pregnant body with no mercy. She had refused the comfort of an umbrella and stood there motionless, except for her unconscious shaking, as hoping that the cold and humid drops will make her body, numbed by the pain, feel something else than the haul in her heart. Behind her, the whole family stared in grief as her entire being jolted in pain, under the shelter of our umbrellas. Suddenly, my six year old dark hair grandson walked to her, with steady and grave steps and held her hand comfortingly.

"Don't worry, Aunt Phoebe, everything is going to be fine! I will never let anything or anybody hurt you or the baby!" He said solemnly as the rain bathed his body.

Phoebe let go a sob and kneeled down to hug her nephew, squeezing him so hard we thought he was going to break. The little six years old caressed her face and kissed her forehead.

"We need to go, Pheebs." He said, sounding more like a grown up than he should. "He is not coming back." He said with tears in his eyes. He grabbed Phoebe's hand, she dropped the single white rose she was holding and watch it fall in the pitch-black whole her ex soon to be husband laid, and thought how much it resembled the pitch black whole her soul was left in. Slowly they started to walk away to where the rest of the family was.

Phoebe had meet Paul two years before, at first it was a casual relationship, but soon it grew stronger and stronger. Soon Phoebe had discovered that Paul's grandmother had been a witch and even if his mother and father didn't believe in magic, Paul's parents had died, and like Phoebe, Paul was raised by his grandmother and introduced in the art of magic as a young kid.

Another good thing about Paul was that he LOVED kids, and specially Wyatt and Chris, who were so in need of a father figure. So, even though I must admit I was a little jealous, I couldn't help being grateful to the young man and all his attempts to make sure my grandsons were ok.

Of course, my son in law, that was NEVER there, only came down from his elderly Ville to argue and insult Phoebe's boyfriend. He would claim the boy had NO right to treat HIS kids as his own nor take them everywhere and spoiled them like he did. Paul kept on explaining him, he didn't treat Wyatt and Chris as his own, that he was just trying to be a good Uncle; but it didn't matter, Leo DESPISED Paul, which specially hurt Chris, who of course, ADORED Paul, yet as any little kid, he worshiped his father, even if he was never there for him. Consequently, Chris didn't know what to think.

I remembered one of my traditional Thursdays with Chris…

"What is being pregnant, grandpa?" He asked playing with his food.

"Is when you are having a baby! Why?" I explained taking a sip of my water.

"Because I heard Aunt Phoebe tell mom she was pregnant, is Phoebe going to have a baby?"

I choke so badly the water came out my nose and I splattered my grandson from head to toe.

"Are you ok grandpa? Did I say something wrong?" He asked worried.

"No… no… champ, everything is fine. I really don't know if Phoebe is pregnant, but I am planning to find out pretty soon."

So, she was pregnant after all! Paul and Phoebe were thrilled and they decided to plan the wedding for after the baby was born.

Chris was on the one hand delighted, he was going to have a new baby to play with and he wasn't going to be the "Baby" of the family anymore (a title he HATED!) on the other hand… the appearance of this new baby terrified him to death.

"I am still going to be your special boy after the baby is born grandpa?" He asked me one day. I could see his brave face, pretending he wouldn't care, when deep inside the fear and anguish were consuming him.

I knew I was being unfair, but despite how perfect Phoebe's offspring could be, regardless of how adorable Wyatt was; I knew favoritism among my grandkids wasn't fair, but I couldn't help it…I had already a favorite! Nobody in the world would be as adorable as my special little boy, NOBODY!

"Of course you are still going to be my special boy, why are you asking me that?"

"But what if you love the baby and you don't love me any more?" He asked sadly.

"Honey, I can love the baby and still love you… is like I love your mom and Phoebe, I even love Paige as if she were my daughter and she is not. I love you, does that mean I don't love Wyatt?"

"No… you love Wy. But Wy is the best… everybody loves Wy!"

"And everybody loves you too, buddy!"

"No… my dad doesn't, he just loves Wyatt! Grandpa… when the baby is born, Paul is not going to love me anymore, right? " He asked devastated, tears threatening to cloud his sight.

"Why? Don't you say that! Your dad loves you, I told you, he is just too stupid in the ways he shows it! And Paul is always going to love you…"

"No, because he will have a baby of his own to play with, and he won't want to play with me." He pouted, sobbing. "And Aunt Phoebesob is not going to love me anymore either!sobAnd Wyatt he is not going to take care sob of me anymore, cuz he'll have a youngersob baby… and Paige sob…

I hugged him closed, poor my boy. I hated my son in law one more time!

"Everything is going to be fine, I promise; none of us will love you any less when the baby is born. You are still going to be our own dearly special Chris Halliwell." I kissed his cheek.

"I am scared grandpa! I know how it hurts when my daddy doesn't love me, I don't want anyone else to stop loving me."

My heart broke in a zillion pieces when I heard my adorable six year old grandson saying that, and I wish I could orb away to "up there" to use my son in law as a punching-ball for a little while. But instead, I proposed…

"Well… why don't we orb to the Manor and get your mom, aunts, Paul and Wyatt and ask them what they think about it?"

"Are they going to get mad at me?"

"No, baby!" I chuckled. "Wanna ask them?"

Chris nodded, grabbing my hand and orbing to the room he shared with Wyatt. Wyatt was there, self-involved, as usual, playing violently with some action figures, yet he wasn't emitting a sound. He was startled and seemed a little angry when he saw someone orbing in, but his face transformed to pure joy (in Wyatt terms!) when he saw that someone was Chris.

"You are back already?" He asked with as much expression as Wyatt could ever show.

With the years, my silent, shy grandson seemed to have become even shyer and quieter; he was becoming more and more introverted with time, the only ones that seemed to be able to get him out of his sepulchral pseudo-autism were Chris and Piper. It's not like Wyatt wasn't nice or didn't love all the members of the family, because he did, and he was definitely a LOT more sociable with the members of the family than with outsiders, but unluckily a LOT more outgoing only meant he was extremely timid in comparison to the rest of the kids.

Chris didn't care, for him Wyatt was the reason the sun raised every morning. In his eyes, Wy was the most perfect, amazing creature in the world and he ADORED him in almost the literal sense of the word. Chris would battle against anyone that said anything different about his brother and would fight kids that were twice his size if they teased Wyatt at school, even when he wouldn't fight the guys that teased him. Later on, when Wyatt grew older and more violent the role reversed, Wy would kick some serious asses if anyone dare picked on him or his younger brother… but I'll save that story for later.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask everybody something." He said.

Then Wyatt saw the tears on Chris' eyes, and something in him transformed.

"Why is Chris crying, grandpa?" He asked, ready to throw the whole artillery at whatever or however had hurt him.

"Chris is scared people will stop loving him once the baby is born." I answered before the artillery was thrown my way. "So I told him to come here and ask everybody. Wy, are you going to stop loving Chris once the baby is born?"

And then I saw something that shocked me; Wyatt expressed more emotions that I had EVER seen him express in his life, but then… if Chris thought Wyatt was the reason the sun raised every morning, was partially because Wyatt loved his brother with no boundaries, no logic, no measure, as everything that Wyatt did. Wy loved Chris with PASSION, almost as an obsession though we didn't know it by then. Wy was his brother, his father, his best friend and he made sure he filled every void in Chris' life, and eventually he made sure he filled every space in Chris' life… till there was nothing left for the rest of the world.

He ran to Chris and hugged him gently.

"Chris, I will NEVER, ever, ever stop loving you, you are my BRO, you are the best... I will NEVER love anyone like I love you… Not even mom!"

"Really?" Chris asked smiling happily; of course, I told you… at that time we didn't know it was pathological… I just thought he was saying it to make him feel better. "And you won't stop taking care of me now that there is a younger baby to take care of?"

"I am YOUR big brother, and I will always take care of you, Chris." He said hugging him again. "I will always be there when you need me. I will always be there making sure you are fine. It's ALWAYS, ALWAYS going to be the two of us together, right?" He smiled at Chris and Chris smiled back nodding. "NOBODY will ever love you like I do, Chris, and I promise I won't let ANYBODY harm you, ever!"

"I love you too, Wy! You are the best Bro ever!"

"No…WE are the best BROS ever!"

"See? Now we can go ask the rest, you'll see they think just like Wy!" I said cheerfully and my older grandson gave me for the first time the scary look that was going to become his trade mark years later.

"And even if they say something different, it doesn't matter Chris… I will make sure that I love you enough for everybody, you won't need anybody but me."

"Dad, Chris… I thought you were still having dinner!" Piper said when we walked into the kitchen. She was doing dishes and smiled at her youngest. "Come give mommy a kiss, sweetie!" She said kneeling down, and Chris ran to her, kissing her.

"Chris here wanted to do a survey, to find out if people are going to love him any less after the baby is born." I said with a sympathetic smile.

"Oh" Said Piper moved, kissing her son's cheek soundly and feverously "Baby… how can you even thin about that! Look at you… it's IMPOSIBLE to know you and not love you dearly! How can anyone stop loving you?"

"I donno… daddy did… or maybe he never loved me." No trace of pain in his voice, just a resigned-matter-of-fact tone. Piper on the other hand looked devastated when she heard that answer.

"Chris… your daddy loves you, he is just a very important, very busy man."

"Ok, mom." He said in "I am not buying it" tone.

"You are always, always going to be my baby boy and I am always going to love you more than life itself!" Piper said looking fix in Chris' eyes. "You and Wyatt are the best, most important things in my life, and will always be, ok?"

Chris smiled and threw his arms around his mother's neck, kissing her soundly.

"I love you so much, baby." Piper whispered to the bundle in her arms.

"I love you too, mommy."

Then we took Chris to the dinning room where Paige, Phoebe and Paul were talking affably.

"Hey! How is my favorite jade eyes boy?" Paige greeted us happily when we appeared.

"He is wondering if we are going to stop loving him once the baby is born." My daughter sympathetically explained her sisters and soon to be brother in law, while she had her arms crossed affectionately around Chris' neck.

"Ahhh" Paige and Phoebe exclaimed together, finding Chris predicament extremely cute, Piper raised her eyebrows warningly. Both girls ran to the little boy.

"You are always, always going to be my favorite jade eye boy! And you are always going to be my potion's assistant and the only one that can research the book of shadows with me and also… who else is going to help me eat ALL your mommies chocolate chip cookies, and the only one that I would ever let him drive me in the cars of the merry-go-round cuz if not I would get scared, right?"

"Yeah…because I drive really, really good and fast, right?" Chris face lit up, Paige nodded. "And no one else is going to be your assistant for the potions?"

"Who can be better than you? I think even your mommy isn't as good as you!" Paige said poking playfully his stomach with one of her fingers; Chris giggled.

"And I promised Chris, not only me and Paul are going to love you very, very much ALWAYS, but when the baby is born, she is going to love you sooo much too, and she is going to be so proud and happy to have such a great older cousin, and she is going to be so lucky!" Phoebe added.

"Really?" His eyes sparkled with amazement.

"Of course buddy, you'll see you are going to love having the baby here and she is going to LOVE you more than anything else in this planet!" Paul said picking him up. "because you are going to be the best cousin ever!" Little he knew how right he was and little he expected what was going to happen.

Paul died on a tragic Tuesday… it was April, the second I think. It's just funny how things can be there one second, and not there the next… well… funny figuratively speaking…since there was nothing funny about the grieve that a stupid car accident

can cause, destroying dozens of lives in just seconds in a domino effect one after the other, after the other.

Ironically enough bad times do not erase or stop the good ones, they just made them sadder. It was May first when Polly first showed her pretty face to the world. Her dad had been gone for barely a month when Polly cried for the first time.

Hours later… Phoebe was lying in the hospital bed, carrying her precious baby with a bitter-sweet smile. The whole family was fussing around them.

"What is going to be her name, Phoebe?" Chris asked childishly and sweetly.

"Hm… Paula, yeah… I think that would be a great name… Do you wanna be named Paula like your daddy, sweetie? It even starts with a P." She baby talked. "Yeah… Paula Melinda Halliwell, what do you think?"

"I think is a nice name, Paul would have loved it." Paige said with a sad smile.

"Can I carry her Phoebe… pretty pleaaaaaaaaaseeee" Chris pleaded with his best puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, but you have to sit down."

Piper put Chris down on the chair, kissing his hair and Paige was placed the baby carefully on his lap.

The baby started to cry and Chris rocked her back and forth.

"It's ok baby… I know how awful it is not to have a daddy" He told the baby while tears ran through his beautiful face too "… but don't worry, I am never going to leave you alone, and I am always going to love you so much, you won't even feel that your father is not here. Because I promise you my little Polly, from this day on I will try my best to be like a father to you."

"Do you wanna carry her too, Wy?" Piper asked him softly.

Wy was staring at the baby on Chris' lap jealously, anger and resentment flaming in his inexpressive eyes, while his face remained impassive. Wyatt shook his head violently.

And from that day onwards Polly became the light on Chris' eyes, and consequently the loathed threat in Wyatt's.

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My heart broke when I saw the tears splattered all over my youngest daughter's face and neck, and almost all over her body as they jumbled with the rain drops that hit her evidently pregnant body with no mercy. She had refused the comfort of an umbrella and stood there motionless, except for her unconscious shaking, as hoping that the cold and humid drops will make her body, numbed by the pain, feel something else than the haul in her heart. Behind her, the whole family stared in grief as her entire being jolted in pain, under the shelter of our umbrellas. Suddenly, my six year old dark hair grandson walked to her, with steady and grave steps and held her hand comfortingly.

"Don't worry, Aunt Phoebe, everything is going to be fine! We will never let anything or anybody hurt you or the baby!" He said solemnly as the rain bathed his body.

Phoebe let go a sob and kneeled down to hug her nephew, squeezing him so hard we thought he was going to break. The little six years old caressed her face and kissed her temples.

"We need to go, Pheebs." He said in his best "adult voice". "The baby is going to get sick." He said with tears in his eyes. He grabbed Phoebe's hand, she dropped the single white rose she was holding and watch it fall in the pitch-black whole her ex soon to be husband laid, and thought how much it resembled the pitch black whole her soul was left in. Slowly they started to walk away to where the rest of the family was.

Phoebe had meet Paul two years before, at first it was a casual relationship, but soon it grew stronger and stronger. Soon Phoebe had discovered that Paul's grandmother had been a witch and even if his mother and father didn't believe in magic, Paul's parents had died, and like Phoebe, Paul was raised by his grandmother and introduced in the art of magic as a young kid.

Another good thing about Paul was that he LOVED kids, and specially Wyatt and Chris. He could understand Wyatt's shy nature and give him the time and space he needed, and as he wasn't conditioned by living with the other Chris' version and the palpable fear that Wyatt might become evil, so he wasn't constantly observing and scrutinizing everything that he did; and he didn't live with the irrational and obsessive fear of loosing Chris again, so he wasn't overprotective around him, like the rest of the family, as a result, the kids LOVED HIM. Even though I must admit I was a little jealous, I couldn't help being grateful with the young man and all his attempts to make sure my grandsons were ok.

Of course, my son in law, saw how happy Paul made the kids, and aware that sometimes he couldn't repress his fears with them, was glad to have someone that cared so deeply about them and about his sister in law, in addition to that, Leo and Paul seemed to have the same hobbies, so they loved taking the kids hiking or golfing, or something they would consider fun during the weekends. Leo was delighted that he had found a good friend, a good uncle and a good brother in law.

I remembered one of my traditional Thursdays with Chris…

"What is being pregnant, grandpa?" He asked playing with his food.

"Is when you are having a baby! Why?" I explained taking a sip of my water.

"Because I heard Aunt Phoebe tell mom she was pregnant, is Phoebe going to have a baby?"

I choke so badly the water came out my nose and I splattered my grandson from head to toe.

"Are you ok grandpa? Did I say something wrong?" He asked worried.

"No… no… champ, everything is fine. I really don't know if Phoebe is pregnant, but I am planning to find out pretty soon."

So she was pregnant after all! Paul and Phoebe were thrilled and they decided to plan the wedding for after the baby was born.

Chris was on the one hand thrilled, he was going to have a new baby to play with and he wasn't going to be the "Baby" of the family anymore (a title he HATED!) on the other hand… the appearance of this new baby terrified him to death.

"I am still going to be your special boy after the baby is born grandpa?" He asked me one day. I could see his brave face, pretending he wouldn't care, when deep inside the fear and anguish were consuming him.

I knew I was being unfair, but despite how perfect Phoebe's offspring could be, regardless of how adorable Wyatt was; I knew favoritism among my grandkids wasn't fair, but I couldn't help it…I had already a favorite! Nobody in the world would be as adorable as my special little boy, NOBODY!

"Of course you are still going to be my special boy!"

"But what if you love the baby and you don't love me any more?" He asked concerned.

"Honey, I can love the baby and still love you… is like I love your mom and Phoebe, I even love Paige as my daughter even if she is not. I love you, does that mean I don't love Wyatt?"

"No… you love Wy. But Wy is the best… everybody loves Wy!"

"And everybody loves you too, buddy!" I answered and Chris got cheery again.

" When the baby is born… I am not going to be the baby of the family anymore… right grandpa?" He asked smiling.

"No… she is going to be the baby of the family!" I explained to him.

"And would that mean that everybody will be ALWAYS taking care of the baby and scared for her and protecting her instead of ME ?" He said childishly with a HUGE smile in his face.

"I donno, buddy, your mommy and daddy will still always be YOUR mommy and daddy. Phoebe and Paul are going to be the baby's parents."

"Oh…" he said so disappointed, I should definitely talk to my daughter about their over-protectionist tendencies. "But Phoebe and Paul will still love me and Wy after the baby is born?"

"Of course they are going to still love you and Wy, you guys are their nephews and they will always love you with ALL their hearts, and you'll see how much you are going to love the new baby. You will get to be the older cousin." I said knowing that would cheer him up.

"Cool..." he said happily "But… what if I don't know how to be an older cousin? What if I am a bad older cousin?" He pouted.

"Don't worry about it Chris, I am sure you are going to be great!" But he still looked concerned; he was a very responsible boy! "And if you don't know what to do, you can always ask Wy…I mean, he has to know how to do it… he is a great big brother, isn't he?"

"YEAHHHH" He said cheerily clapping his hands "He is THE BEST… EVER-EVER!" Then he went deep in thoughts again. "Grandpa… do you think Wy is a good brother?"

"You just said he was the best!"

"Yeah… I know… but what do YOU think?"

"I think he is one of the best I've seen." I smiled at him, actually Wy was an awesome big brother…so I wasn't lying.

"And you are older than mom and dad, right?"

"Older than your mom for sure" I chuckled, kids sometimes have very awkward questions. "Why?"

"Wy is very scared of not being a good older cousin, and he is very scared Phoebe and Paul will stop loving him when they realize that. And I told him he shouldn't be scared because he was the BEST-BESTEST brother EVER, but he said I was I kid, that I didn't know… that mom and dad were older and they knew better and they were always telling him how he should have done this or he shouldn't have done that. And even though they never told him he was a bad brother, he knew that they thought that. And he was really sad about it grandpa, and it's unfair cuz he is a great brother. But since you are older than Mom, you know better than her, so you should tell Wy he is a great brother. Would you do that for me grandpa?"

My mouth was wide open, I definitely needed to have a word with my daughter, they had pushed shy and insecure Wy so hard, he was even feeling he was a bad brother, when on the contrary, he was an awesome one and loved and protect Chris beyond the capacity of an eight year old.

"Sure… I'll talk to him!" I said grabbing my grandson's hand.

We orbed to the room he shared with Wyatt. Wyatt was there, he was lying on his bed reading a book out loud. He was startled when he saw someone was orbing in, but his face transformed to pure joy when he saw that someone was Chris.

"You are back already?" He asked happily hiding the book he had been reading.

"What were you doing, Champ?" I asked curiously with a smile. Why would he be hiding the book, which was a pretty thick book to be reading it at the age of eight?

He blushed and looked down. "I was trying to read Harry Potter out-loud" He said shyly.

"Harry Potter?" I asked confused.

"YEAHHH That is our favorite book ever, ever, ever, ever!" Said my expressive grandson. "Aunt Phoebe or Uncle Paul usually read it to us at night."

"I thought that maybe now that they will be busy with the baby, they won't be able to read to us anymore, so I was practicing so I could read it to Chris." He said bashfully.

See… how can someone make this sweet kid consider he might be a bad older brother? Chris ran to his brother and jumped on top of him hugging him, Wyatt laughed in joy.

With the years, my silent, shy grandson seemed to have become a little less shyer and a little more talkative; you would have never called him an outgoing boy, like Chris was, but even though it took any stranger a long while to get him out of his cocoon, once he opened up he was sweet and loving; and would honestly appreciate any demonstration of affection. He was still insecure and he had to work on his self-esteem, and probably my sister's fear that he might become evil at any point weren't helping at all, still Wyatt was a very happy child and he enjoyed being with his family even more than the rest of us, since he found it hard to relate with strangers.

One way or the other, for Chris, Wyatt was the reason the sun raised every morning. In his eyes, Wy was the most perfect, amazing creature in the world and he ADORED him in almost the literal sense of the word. Chris would battle against anyone that said anything different about his brother and would fight kids that were twice his size if they teased Wyatt at school, even when he wouldn't fight the guys that teased him. Wy wasn't the fighting type, even if he was bigger in size than Chris. He would just tell his brother to forget it, that it wasn't worth a fight; that he didn't care about what the idiots may say about him, he only cared about what Chris thought about him, but if someone dared to say the most little or insignificant thing about his brother, the double-blessed would jump in his defense. Luckily enough, kids at school weren't particularly keen on fighting the Halliwell brothers, and all Chris' friends (that were many) would have to be contented with playing with Wyatt; and once they got to know Wy, they would realize he was a really cool boy, so everybody at school seemed to love the pair.

"So why are you here so early?" Wy asked.

"Grandpa wanted to talk to you, Wy!" Chris said perky, still on top of his brother.

"Oh… I see… about what?" Said Wy seriously. "Are you planning on ever getting out of on top of me, bro?" Giving Chris a gaze filled with love.

If Chris thought Wyatt was the reason the sun raised every morning, was partially because for Wy, Chris was Wy's sun, moon and stars, he was this precious tiny object that must be protected and venerated at all times. Not only because his parents did so, but because Wy revered his baby brother, I wouldn't say in a pathological way, but he definitely loved him more than most siblings do.

"Your brother was telling me that you might be under the impression that you are not a good brother and therefore you might not be a good cousin."

Wyatt eyes got glassy, poor kid.

"What if Paul and Phoebe stop loving me after that? I mean look at mom and dad… I know they love me… but because they have to" He started crying "but they are so disappointed on me sob, cuz I am such a bad older brother.sob They are always yelling at me sob to be careful and not to do this and to do that sob, and I know I let them down so muchsob… I don't mean to… sob I wanna be a good boy…

Wyatt was too involved in his own feelings to hear that from the middle of his speech onwards someone else was sobbing with him. Wyatt would have keep on going if it wasn't that Piper opened the door of the room and stampeded to hug her older son followed closely by her husband.

For what I found out later, Leo had sensed Chris when we came back and they came up to check that everything was fine, that is when they heard Wyatt talking.

"Oh baby, of course we love you… and we would love you no matter what." Piper whispered to his ear, caressing him and kissing him all over, her tears mixing with his.

"Wy… how can you say we are disappointed on you? We are SO proud of you, son! Incredibly proud!" His father added.

"Really?" Said a sobbing Wyatt.

"Oh honey, we are so absolutely proud of you, and I am so sorry if we don't show it enough. How come you never told us you felt this way?"

"Cuz… cuz… I donno… I was scared you might said it was true and that you didn't want me around any more… and I was scared to hurt you… I am sorry I made you cry, mom."

" Oh my baby boy." Piper said kissing Wyatt on the cheek soundly and rocking him back and forth in her embrace. "Don't worry about me…I am crying because I love you so much… and it makes me very sad when you are sad."

"I love you, mommy."

"I love you too, baby."

"Do you think I am going to be a good older cousin, Mom?"

"I am sure you are going to be the best, just like you are the best older brother with Chris, right Chris?"

Chris nodded enthusiastically. "THE SUPER BEST, BEST, BEST!"

Wy smiled.

"And he would know better than anyone… he IS your brother." Leo smiled at his son shuffling his hair, he kneeled in front of him and Piper moved. "Let's make a deal buddy, ok?"

"Which deal, dad?"

" We promise we are going to try our best not to be so strict with you and you have to promise that whenever you are feeling something like this, you have to come and tell us, ok?"

Wy smiled. "Deal!" He said hugging his father.

"And you Chris, you will tell us when your brother feels bad about something, ok?" Piper looked at my grandson softly. Chris nodded with a smile. "And you… will tell us when something is going on with you too, Ok? Actually that goes DOUBLE for you!"

"Ok" He smirked with a smart ass attitude. " I think you are… how did you call it grandpa…over..protective… yeah that… I think you are way overprotective and you treat me like a baby and you don't even let me breath by myself! I want to be able to do the things alone… I wanna go play in the park by myself and I wanna go with mom and the aunts when they go to the underworld and I wanna be able to go to bed at the time I WANT TO… you should let me…after all, I am going to be an older cousin now!"

"You might be an older cousin, but Wy is still older… so no luck this time, buddy." Leo smiled at his youngest. Chris crossed his hands in his chest and pretended to be angry, never the less, seeing the smile in his brother's face and sensing the relief he was feeling it was impossible for Chris to be actually angry.

Paul died on a tragic Tuesday… it was April, the second I think. It's just funny how things can be there one second and not there the next… well… funny figuratively speaking…since there was nothing funny about the grief that a stupid car accident

can cause, destroying dozens of lives in just second in a domino effect one after the other, after the other.

Ironically enough bad times do not erase or stop the good ones, they just made them sadder. It was May first when Polly first showed her pretty face to the world. Her dad had been gone for barely a month when Polly cried for the first time.

Hours later… Phoebe was lying in the hospital bed, carrying her precious baby with a bitter-sweet smile. The whole family was fussing around them.

"Was I THAT tiny when I was born, Daddy?" Chris asked playing with Leo's hair, since he was carrying him in his arms.

"Yeah" Leo drew a smile full of memories. "You were such a tiny and beautiful baby!"

"And Wy?"

"Wy was also as tiny as this baby and as gorgeous as his mother!" Leo told him sweetly, which earned him a smile from Chris, Wyatt and Piper.

"What is going to be her name, Phoebe?" Chris asked childishly and sweetly, still in his father's arms.

"Hm… Paula, yeah… I think that would be a great name… Do you wanna be named Paula like your daddy, sweetie? It even starts with a P." She baby talked. "Yeah… Paula Melinda Halliwell, what do you think?"

"I think is a nice name, Paul would have loved it." Paige said with a sad smile.

"Can I carry her Phoebe… pretty pleaaaaaaaaaseeee" Chris pleaded with his best puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, but you have to sit down."

Leo put Chris down on the chair, kissing his hair. Chris shook his head annoyed, but then he couldn't help noticing his father smiling adoringly at him and the fatherless baby that his Aunt Paige was placing carefully on his lap. He looked at Leo and smiled.

Wyatt ran to kneel in front of his brother, staring at the baby with a confused look. He caressed her head and the baby, unaware of what she was doing, evidently, grabbed his hand with her tiny fingers. Wyatt smiled.

"See, Wy, she already knows you are her big cousin." Leo told them a white lie.

Wy gazed elated at the baby.

"She is the most beautiful baby in the world Phoebe." He said bewitched by the little thing on his brother's lap. Everybody in the room smiled.

The baby started to cry and Chris rocked her back and forth.

"It's ok baby… I can imagine how awful it must be not to have your daddy with you." He told the baby with watery eyes, he peeped at Leo for a second and smiled at him "… but don't worry, we are never going to leave you alone, and we are always going to love you so much, you won't even feel that your father is not here. Because I promise you my little Polly, from this day on Wyatt and I will try our best to be like a father for you, right Wy?"

"Right" Said Wyatt caressing his baby cousin ecstatically.

And from that day onwards Polly was the light on those boys' eyes.