Okay, this is the final chapter. Big thanks to all the people who read this story and reviewed it. I feel so happy that you liked it because I was really nervous because of my first fic which was for Supernatural and a lot of people were rude and almost terrorist with their e-mails…but anyway, thank you because I know that my english isn't the best but you were patient with me and sometimes helped me.

Only My Light.

Chapter fingers.

Six months later.

Halliwell Manor.

Between treatments, medicines, ex-fiancés, spell-broken spells and more importantly recovery, Wyatt had been really busy this last six months. But even in a full hospital day, the young father had arranged his son a big birthday party. Well it wasn't that big of a party since Chris was still fighting with the drowsiness that had become so normal since he was first brought to the hospital but the entire Hallliwell family was going to be there and most importantly Chris was going to be there. The small celebration wasn't just for Chris's birthday but also for Chris's surviving despite the odds and despite the long- term complications that now were evident for the adults but for Chris were still confusing.

"Okay, everything is ready?" Piper asked for what Alan thought was the fourth hundred one time.

The young Halliwell groaned. "Oh God, mom!!. Everything has been ready since this morning"

Piper frowning looked at her youngest son. "Alan, just because we stared six hours ago doesn't mean that we didn't miss anything"

She knew she was paranoid but everything had to be perfect. If they couldn't help with Chris' health issues at least they would give the small boy some happiness and hope things would get better with time.

Paige snorted when she orbed in. The living room seemed like a toy factory. Globes and toys were everywhere. Oh and the food, Chris wouldn't even eat a quarter of it.

"Well people won't say that we don't love the kid" She said while putting a big blue box in a table.

Phoebe and Piper rolled their eyes and asked at the same time. "What is in the box?"

Paige raised an eyebrow. "A present" And looked away. "Just a little present for little Chris"

Now Alan was the one who snorted. "Right" He sometimes had to wonder how his mother and aunts could be considered as adults when their actions were more according to teenager girls.

"That better not be a cake" Piper fixed her with a glare. "He can't handle sweet now"

"Piper is not like he is going to eat all the candies from Willy Wonka factory" Paige said ignoring the glare.

"For a chef you are really weird, big sis" Phoebe laughed."Common Piper, what is a birthday party without cake? You must know that a cake is the first to be bought. You are a weird grandma"

Piper exhaled loudly and before she could say a word Alan took her hand guiding her to the kitchen. "Okay, today is not a good day for Charmed Fight Ones"

San Francisco Memorial.

"Okay Chris I need you to be still while I look for your clothes, okay baby?" Wyatt asked to his sleepy child who had just finished the last test for the day.

Chris half opened his eyes and nodded slightly. "O'ay d'dy"

Wyatt smiled and walked out of the room to look for Chris's stuff. When he was out the smile was gone and tears appeared, for more that he tried he couldn't stop suffering at watching his son like this.

When he had the clothes he walked back to the room and tried to smile at the nurse who was disconnecting the monitors and wires from Chris' that had been there for almost six hours.

"He just fall sleep but don't worry he probably will wake up after a good rest. He won't miss his party" The nurse said to the obvious distressed father. "One of the papers you were given are about his bone's weakness. The other are about the blindness" She smiled and patted the small head. "Okay, he's ready to go. Bye"

Wyatt carefully put the clothes on, tried in vain to comb his son's hair, pack all their stuff and took him in his arms smiling when his child gave a small sign and put his small head in his neck.

Walking to his car he put Chris in the back seat and before he started he looked at the small child and although sad that his child would be blind for the rest of his life and have health issues he thanked God because he was still with him regardless of all the things that could had gone wrong. He was still a father, a daddy.

Halliwell Manor.

"They're here. They're here" Prudence Halliwell shouted and Penelope had to repeat herself that she was happy and that all the screams were justified because it was Chris who was arriving.

Henry Jr. opened the door and laughed at Wyatt's face. "What? You two drive her wild"

Wyatt just shocked his head and entered the house feeling dread and happiness at once when he saw the small but very evident changes that were made in the house so Chris wouldn't get hurt. Before Chris come to live with them, Leo and Henry made the house child-proof but now it was somewhat adapted to prevent an accident and to easy Chris mobility. It was something considered necessary but Wyatt still needed time to digest it because accept that his son would be disabled and with a fragile health for the rest of his life was hard to take.

Piper hugged her son after Henry took Chris. "Sweetie why don't you go and try to rest a little?"

Wyatt kissed his mother but declined. "I'm okay mom. Is Chris who needs a little rest, I need to stay occupied, okay?"

Piper saw her son's eyes and understood that being busy and tired would keep the despair away though just for a while. She nodded at him and smiled. "Well then, you better get some food while the little earthquake is sleeping"

Four hour later.

"Happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday Chris

Happy birthday to you…"

Chris squealed happily. The small party was a big surprise for the little boy who got captivated by the big and sparkling chocolate cake that Aunt Paige brought. How did she make it sparks? Wyatt had no idea and he probably didn't want to know though Piper probably did want to.

"Daddy?" Chris called when the figure that he recognized as his father went away for a moment.

"I'm here baby" Wyatt stroked the soft brunette bangs and made sure to be seeing though the black spots that prevented Chris's eyes to work fully.

Chris danced with the music and laughed seeing his father and uncle's funny faces. But when he was left alone for a second, he with a slight coordinated stir of his left hand moved the cake mentally and soon it was at his reach, he took a small piece with his hands and ate it.

Alan enjoyed the view and took a picture before anyone saw what Chris was doing. The easygoing uncle decided to take Chris in his arm before the boy went into sugar overdose ignoring the small complain at his actions.

"Okay, now that here, The Party Boy went and took charge, why don't we eat some cake?" Alan said bouncing a now giggling Chris. "And don't worry mom. He didn't mess his appetite"

"Unk Al silly" Chris said with a tired but exciting voice. "Daddy? He silly" He whispered rather loudly to his father who carried him so Alan could cut the cake.

"Oh yes. He is really silly" Wyatt laughed and kissed his son. "Do you like your party?"

Chris nodded lethargy. "Yep cool parly daddy"

Wyatt sat with him and rubbed the small knees slightly, when Leo gave him a pill bottle and a glass of water Wyatt gave to an unwilling Chris his medicine.

"The girls are making some potion to make them more appetizing" Leo said referring to the pills which obviously tasted horrible.

Wyatt nodded and waited for Chris to fall sleep. "His vision is worse that what we thought" Wyatt croaked and Leo was sure he was crying. "His bones are too fragile. He'll need a special school. He has…" His sobs interrupted him. "Oh God dad, this hurts so much, so much. It hurts to see my child like this, I can't do a damn thing and for him I'm still the best. He deserves so much better…he's my baby dad... my baby…"He broke down when his father hugged him.

"Let it out son, let it all out." Leo kept a comforting embrace and tried to give his son the support that he needed. Seeing a son in pain, sick, suffering, crying and dying wasn't easy and Leo knew that very well." We're her for you son. You're not alone"

"Who would have thought that an entire family would succumb to a little thing who isn't able to clean himself…Chris come here and get your new bed upstairs"

"Why can't mom orb it?"

"Personal gain"

"Ha, personal gain? Chris should be in the limbo for personal gain"

"Junior, if you wake Chris up I'll orb you to…"

"Oh geez, fine mom"

Despite all Wyatt and Leo could help but laugh."Well baby, you're four years old today"

Seven months later.

"Ahhhhhhhhh daddy help" Chris yelled trying to escape two very red Alan and Junior. "Daddy help"

"Okay you big bullies go and find someone a little taller to mess with" Leo said picking up his grandson who was making a happy dance. "And you better run before Wyatt gets here"

"uh uh. This ab'se" Chris said with a serious face.

"What?"

"Ab'se, silly. What a pe'sn hu'rs o-ther or tu'ch in a bad place like the penis and vag'na" Chris said slowly.

The adults blinked and stared at the boy. Oh oh.

"I'm having a nice conversation with you, kids." Leo said.

When Wyatt came, Chris launched himself to his father's arms. No one attempted to say a word to him. Chris had adapted to his new condition with easy but sometimes got scared when his vision betrayed him and he couldn't indentified his surrounding.

"Daddy, they two big bul'es" He pouted.

"I know baby, they are gonna be grounded soon" Wyatt patronized him.

Chris nodded. "Good"

"Why don't you go to your grandma? Is time for your pills" Wyatt said.

When Chris was out he turned to the others. "Now who taught my son the words penis and vagina?"

"Well…" Alan and Henry tried to explain. "You see..."

"Oh my God, tonight I'm gonna kill you both" Wyatt promised them."He's only four"

He smiled when his son came back to his arms with a content and healthy face. More than one year had passed and though the slight blindness was permanent Chris' bones were strong and there wasn't any other complication caused by the sickness even though there were still small struggles with the joint pain and fragility but they got by.

"Big bul'es off, daddy" Said Chris seeing that he was alone with his father.

"Don't worry kiddo. They'll be red for the rest of the week" Leo comforted with an evil grin. "But you started the mess…with their hair"

Chris looked at his grandpa. "Aha, It art" He grinned at them and didn't seem affected by their amused look.

Things were getting better and the family was glad. They never voiced it but they had thought that Chris wasn't going to survive and seeing the boy almost back at who he was before that terrible sickness was a blessing. He still was monitored but the treatment was successful and the tests came clean confirming that he was okay or at least getting there.

Nobody knew about Bianca and Wyatt never talked about what he did to the girl but his family knew it wasn't good so not knowing was better. But they did knew that Wyatt made her paid for what she did to Chris. Wyatt made sure that she was aware that she being alive was because Chris was alive; after all, she paid very well every tear, pain and cry that came from his child.

Wyatt wasn't sure if he'd like to date again, only time would tell but he knew one thing: he would never again put his child away and forget that Chris was the most important in his life. Because you never stop being a father, your child always would be your child and you'd do what it takes to protect them; is what he should have done since the beginning. He made a mistake but Bianca was proof that nobody messed with his child.

"Daddy, ice ce'am?" Chris pouted at his dad who was sitting with him in the porch.

Wyatt signed, he knew his son was manipulating him but he couldn't help it. "Sure, common" He'll worry about it when he stopped freaking out every time his son screamed, cried, fell, called for him or was away from him.

"See? He has u wrapped around his little fingers…"

"Yeah, more than ten adults cooing over him and making pigs fly at his request"

"Well…we are The Charmed after all…"

"And thanks God for that"

THE END

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