Wyatt was fast asleep, his tiny fingers curled around the edge of his blanket as you stood alongside his crib. It was peaceful here, something you hadn’t felt in weeks.

You’d been in the Halliwell manor for a few weeks now, still trying to make sense of everything — your powers, or lack thereof. They hadn’t manifested yet, and that uncertainty made every quiet moment feel like borrowed time. Someone—or something—wanted you gone before your powers could awaken.

That was why Leo had assigned you a Whitelighter: Chris.

Ever since Leo introduced him, Chris had been suspicious of everything you did. He was always tense, watching you like he knew something you didn’t. And considering he was from the future, maybe he did.

Since you weren’t allowed to leave the manor for safety reasons, you often helped Piper by babysitting Wyatt. It was… nice, actually. The sisters had been nothing but kind to you, too. They’d gone out of their way to make you feel like part of the family. Phoebe was easy to talk to, she gave the best advice, probably due to being “Ask Phoebe.” Piper constantly fed you like a second mom. Paige always checked in on you, helped you practice potions, and made you laugh when the whole “being hunted by evil” thing felt a little too real.

Trying to clear your mind, you leaned closer to the crib, reaching down to scoop Wyatt up, careful not to wake him.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped so hard you almost dropped him. Your heart shot into your throat as you turned around, and there was Chris, standing in the doorway, arms folded, eyes sharp and suspicious of you as ever.