Who: Johnny Storm and Piper Halliwell What: PsuedoMother-Son time When: Sunday evening Where: Piper’s house Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
It had been months that Johnny was holding off on telling Piper what was going on in his life. At first he hadn’t thought about wanting to do it all, was too busy freaking out and being in a panic to realize that she was probably one of the best people to talk to. If anyone knew how to handle kids, and how to not screw them up beyond hope, it would be her.
By the time he realized he was being an idiot, he’d decided to do what Izzy wanted and not say anything to anyone else for a while. Why that was a thing, he didn’t know. But it was.
And now that it had been as long as it had been he as definitely in the clear to tell a few more people. He wasn’t prepared to just make some sort of huge announcement or anything, even if the attention was exactly his kind of thing, but the people closest to him should know, if they didn’t already. So he’d just sent Piper a message that said he was coming over for dinner and done just that, making himself at home sitting on the island in the kitchen while she cooked.
“I should bring Sue next time,” he mused, tossing one of Wyatt’s toys from hand to hand.