𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

Chapter 27 - Who's Gonna Tell Them?

Note: Back with a new chapter, guys! Thanks so much for your patience on this one - the past few weeks have been crazy busy but now that the holidays are over, I'll be back to updating more frequently. Hope you enjoy this new chapter! :)

Despite having sobered up considerably, it was still nearly impossible to wrap my head around the fact that my boyfriend was a Halliwell. More specifically, Piper Halliwell's son. It was hard to connect really. I mean, what did that make us? If Phoebe was my step-mom then Piper would be my step-aunt? And Chris my what? My step-cousin?

EW! NO!

I grimaced, briefly squeezing my eyes shut as I massaged my temple. Okay, clearly I wasn't sober enough to think about that little fact yet.

Instead of addressing the issue that needed to be addressed though, I chose to ignore it for the next few days - well, as much as I could anyway - before deciding to accompany Chris to go see Phoebe. He was stressed, I could tell. This timeline and all of the events happening as of lately had been weighing on him heavily.

"Phoebe, I need your help," he said as soon as she walked through the door of her office.

She sent me a searching look to which I only shrugged as she closed the door behind her, shutting us away from prying eyes.

"I've been calling for you all week. Didn't you hear me?" she demanded, setting her purse down on the desk.

He nodded, "For the first couple of days, yeah. Then I put you on mute,"

"You can put her on mute?" I piped up, my eyes wide in surprise.

"I had to, I was busy," he waved off my question before turning to Phoebe, "Now, I need your help,"

"Oh, yeah, and I need yours too, because you come here, you drop this bombshell on me, and you expect me to keep this secret? And I don't even know why I'm keeping the secret!"

"Nobody can find out Piper and Leo are my parents. It can mess with the whole future,"

"Yeah, well, if you didn't want anybody to know, I don't know why you told me,"

"I told you because you busted me, and I'm glad you did. I have been so focused on protecting Wyatt, I've completely forgotten about me. This month is my conception date.

Phoebe arched an eyebrow, "Your conception date?"

"That's where I've been. Oracles, fortune tellers, soothsayers they all say the same thing. If mum and dad don't get together this month, I'm gone,"

"Okay, I'm just trying to get used to you being my nephew... I never hit on you, did I?"

A snort that turned into a giggle burst free from my mouth and both pairs of eyes sent me pointed looks.

"What? You got to admit it's a little funny," I told them with a grin.

Chris rolled his eyes, ignoring me to answer his aunt, "What? No,"

"Oh, thank goodness," she breathed.

"The Song of Ice and Fire books have been foreshadowing something like that for years now, ya know," I pointed out, opening a bag of Doritos I had found on Phoebe's desk before popping one in my mouth.

"Can we focus here, please?" Chris cut me off, "Mom and dad need to get together. Now who's gonna tell them? You or me?"

"No, nobody's gonna tell them because we're not gonna reopen those wounds," Phoebe said, putting her foot down on this one.

"Okay. So how do we get them back together?" he asked, taking a seat beside me finally.

"W-we? There is no we here. We don't. You're the one that split them up. And why did you split them up?"

"Leo had to become an Elder to make room for me as your Whitelighter. It was the only way I could protect Wyatt from turning evil,"

"You're unbelievable. I mean, the most kids who are the cause of their parents divorce actually feel guilty. And you're sitting here like it's part of your master plan,"

"I'm sensing some real issues here,"

"Oh, you're right there are issues. You can't just pop in from the future and play with people's lives because your big brother picked on you,"

Well, that set him off.

"He picked on the world, Phoebe!" Chris shouted, standing up to defend himself.

"I'm not finished. Your parents were happy until you split them up. And now you want my help because you didn't think this all the way through?"

My boyfriend sent her a glance through narrowed green eyes and I couldn't help but think of how cute he was when he was mad, "Feel better?"

"Yes,"

"Will you help me?"

"No... Oh, I don't know," Phoebe sighed, putting her hand to her temple in exasperation.

"If I'm not conceived in the next couple of weeks, I'll disappear forever," Chris confessed to us before plucking a long white envelope off of his aunt's desk to hand to her, "You are willing to help complete strangers. How about family?"

Phoebe snatched the letter from his grasp with a distracted expression plastered to her face. A distracted expression that quickly melted into that of wide-eyed confusion as Phoebe slipped into one of her premonitions.

Chris eyed her, clearly picking up on her distress, "What is it? What'd you see?"

"A woman being attacked."

"Where?"

When Phoebe replied, I couldn't help but grin.

YES! Aladdin, here we come.