A Halliwell Surprise

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Constance M. Burge, Brad Kern, and Spelling Entertainment.

Author's Note: Just a little ficlet for your birthday. It hasn't been betaed (and it probably should have), but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

“Wyatt, could you grab the other end there, please?”

Wyatt rolled his eyes as he grabbed the other end of the box. “Why did you have to order so many?”

Chris peered at him from around the large object between them. “I didn’t know it would be this big.”

Together, the two brothers hoisted the box into the house and deposited in the middle of the conservatory. Wyatt collapsed on the couch, completely out of breath. Chris retrieved a pair of scissors from the kitchen and returned with them firmly in hand. He knelt down beside the box and sliced the tape holding the flaps in place. Wyatt leaned forward and looked over his younger brother’s shoulder.

“Do you think she’ll like them?” he asked.

“I hope so. Aunt Paige said she really had her heart set on them.”

Chris peeled back the flaps. He plunged his hands into the box, knocking packing corn onto the floor. His fingers gripped a handle, and he hoisted a piece out of the box. His eyes widened as he saw the size of the skillet he held. It was stainless steel, a shiny yellow on the bottom, and could apparently cook a mountain of eggs all at once. Chris beamed as he placed it back inside the box.

He looked up at Wyatt. “Now we’ve got to get them into the kitchen.”

Wyatt groaned. “Why don’t we orb them in there?”

“Consequences, my man. Do you want to take that chance on Mom’s birthday?”

With a sigh, Wyatt was off the couch and had a hold of one end of the box. He and Chris lifted at the same time, and they struggled as they carried it into the kitchen. They set it down beside the kitchen table when they heard the front door creak open.

“I don’t see why you had to loop around the block twice, Leo. We could’ve been here twenty minutes ago,” Piper’s voice drifted into the house.

Wyatt and Chris exchanged grins. With all the confidence they could muster, they strolled into the dining room. They each leaned on a chair and smiled at their mother.

“Hey, Mom,” Wyatt said. “Nice birthday lunch?”

Piper narrowed her eyes. “What are you two up to?”

Chris feigned innocence. “Up to? We’re not up to anything.”

“Uh huh. What’s in the kitchen?” As she stormed past them, Chris had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

The boys followed their mother into the kitchen to see her standing perfectly still in front of the box. When Wyatt touched her on the shoulder, she turned around to reveal tears in her eyes.

“A Deluxe 80-Piece Cookware Set? How? When? It costs too much,” she stuttered.

Wyatt jerked a thumb at Chris. “It was his idea. You’ve had your set forever now.”

“We pooled our money together and bought it,” Chris smiled.

Piper pulled her boys into her arms. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, Mom,” Wyatt said.

“Happy birthday,” Chris added.


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