Author's Note: To clear up a few things, some things were inspired by Cut, Chris only thinks that his family doesn't miss him, and Chris never actually managed to tell his family about his discovery because they told him that he was being sent to the funny farm and he was so shocked that he didn't get the chance to tell them.

Chapter Eleven

Piper's POV

Sitting at the kitchen table. It's six o'clock. In the morning. Can't believe that I'm awake. Can't form full sentences. Morning sickness sucks. Bad.

(A/N: Since this is the reality that Future Chris didn't change, Piper and Leo are divorced.)

It's six thrity now. Leo's awake. He moved back in. Again. I didn't tell him that I'm pregnant. I didn't tell Leo.

Or Phoebe...

Or Paige...

Or Chris...

Or Wyatt...

Just Dad. Why did I tell him? Why is he the only one who knows that I'm pregnant? I should have told Leo. But I didn't. Because I told my dad. Maybe I don't want to tell Leo.

But if Leo is the father, then he has a right to know. Right?

Right. I think...

Sadly, this type of thing is something I would ask Chris about. But he isn't here. Besides, I didn't want to tell him that I'm pregnant in a letter, and he can't have any visitors yet. He isn't making any progress, or so the administrators say.

I miss him.

I'm scared. I guess I never really realized how much I depended on him. Chris is only thirteen, I guess that was a lot to ask of him. Must have put too much stress on him what with all the advise I needed, the demon vanquishes that I made him help with, and school.

Did I drive Chris to want to kill himself? I shudder, I hope not. But if I did... will he tell me? Does he hate me? Can I make things better for him? How do I tell him that I'm having another baby? I don't know.

Chris, you'd better get home soon, so that I can figure this out. But then again, if he doesn't make progress soon, I might have this baby before he comes home.

He'd hate that.

"Piper?" I hear Leo say, "Why are you up so early?"

Because I'm pregnant and my morning sickness woke me up at this ungodly hour. "I couldn't sleep," I say to him.

He pours himself a cup of coffee.

I stare at my orange juice.

He clears his throat. "Piper, are you alright? You've been acting strange since Chris left."

Hmm...maybe its because he tried to commit suicide, dumb ass. I shake those thoughts out my head. I guess I'll tell him now. Breathe in. Breathe out. Here goes nothing: "I'm pregnant."

Leo spits his coffee out all over the table and stares at me as though I've just told him that I've decided to kill my sisters and become a demon. "What?" he asks in a strangled voice.

Well, I didn't expect that. "I'm pregnant," I repeat in my, as Paige calls it, "Kindergarten Teacher Voice."

Paige walks in, ruining all chance of further pursuit of this topic of conversation. She's very pale, and drinks a glass of apple juice instead of coffee. Strange. "G'morning," she says as though it is the most horrible thing in the world (which, for her, it is. Especially if she hasn't had coffee).

"Paige are you feeling alright?" I ask.

"I'm fine, Mommy," she answers sarcastically.

My thoughts are, again, directed to my children (both born and unborn). Wyatt; who has been very distant recently, Chris; who is currently being held at a mental hospital, and the Baby; who is causing me to go running to the bathroom at all hours of the morning.

Phoebe, looking equally as pale as Paige, walks in. She trudges over to the refrigerator, pulls out the milk, pours some in a glass, and begins drinking it. Phoebe with no coffee? What is this world coming to?

Leo, who must have noticed that my sisters are clearly possessed if they are up at quarter to seven, without coffee, opens his mouth to say something when Wyatt walks in.

Wyatt, strangely enough, pours himself a cup of coffee from the neglected caffeine machine. We all stare.

"What?" he asks, "I've been drinking coffee since I was twelve." He shrugs and walks out.

Well, this morning is off to a strange start.

Leo leaves to talk with the Elders at nine. Prue wakes up and demands to know why somebody didn't wake her up. Wyatt explains that it is Friday, but school is off because of an teacher in-service.

Prue goes back to bed.

Wyatt leaves.

Paige leaves to check on things at Magic School.

Phoebe goes to work.

Petrina and Jason leave for Hong Kong. They'll be back in a week.

I am by myself.

Phone rings. On the other end a voice says that Chris has made no progress in more than a week. He can't recieve letters anymore. The person hangs up. I listen to the dial tone and wipe away my tears.

I hang up the phone and sit down on the couch.

Phone rings again.

I answer. It's Phoebe. She's coming home at four, says she's heard rumors of dying witches with shock-white hair. I wince, it must be Barbus. Oh crap.

On my way upstairs. Going to search the Book of Shadows for a possible way to vanquish Barbus. No point, really. I know that there isn't one. As far as we know, we can only damn him to hell for a while. Which sucks. Bad.

Prue is sitting in front of the Book, searching through a section on Darklighters. I stare at her for a moment. "Why are you looking at that?"

Prue looks up, started. "Oh, hi Aunt Piper, I was just looking at Darklighters."

"I see that. Why?"

"Oh. Well, you know how you told us once that Darklighters can lead you to want to commit suicide? Well, I was thinking, maybe that's what happened to Chris. Because, before this, he seemed like the normal one," she says.

I want to explain that Chris had wanted to die for at least a year before his attempt. A Darklighter didn't have anything to do with it. But I don't say anything. Who knows, I could be wrong.

At three the phone rings again. It's Wyatt. He says that he'll be home late.

At four Phoebe and Paige finally return home, and we begin working on a vanquishing potion for Barbus. It (hopefully) is stronger than the ones that we used on the Sources (all three). Oh, and the Titans. But then again that took turning us into Goddesses...

Getting sidetracked. Think vanquish. Think "kicking demon ass." Think...

Oven dings. Hey, those cookies I made are done!

Again, getting sidetracked. Oh, no. Stomach rising. Vomit coming. Run to the toilet you idiot!

Okay, that's it. Next chapter will be Piper's point of view.