Title: We Belong Together
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Phoebe Halliwell/Cole Turner
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 13,358
Summary: AU. For five years Phoebe's been running. From him. When he does find her, he's in for the shock of his life. Can Cole regain Phoebe's trust and love, or will he lose two of the most important people that mean the world to him?
Contains: Elements of dub con. Profiler influences but not a crossover.
Disclaimer: Charmed is owned by other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.

The sun was just setting on Rinehart's Grocery store in Sacramento as they walked to their car. They being Phoebe Halliwell, her son Randy, and her best friend Erica Gleason. Phoebe unlocked the trunk and they started loading their bags inside.

"Only you, Phoebe, like to shop at night," Erica said, grinning impishly.

"Oh, come off it. The only reason why you like to come with us is because you're checking out that cute guy at the register who works the night shifts. Why don't you ask him for his number or something?"

Erica picked up Randy and held him so Phoebe could open the door. "Why don't you ask him? I saw him flirting with you. Go for it. It's been, what, four years since you've dated?"

"Five actually," she mumbled. "I don't know, Erica. I have Randy to think about."

"I'm talking about a simple date, not a life sentence." She glanced over Phoebe's shoulder and smiled. "Speaking of which, that cute guy is coming this way." He ran up to them and handed Phoebe a box of cereal. "Sorry, I forgot to pack this in with the rest of your stuff."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, hey, would you like to go out, with me that is. Maybe to the movies, perhaps?"

Phoebe smiled and shared a look with Erica. "Sure, but I don't even know your name."

The guy straightened up and held out his hand. "I'm Michael Desse."

"Phoebe Halliwell." She shook his hand and motioned to the person next to her. "This is my best friend, Erica Gleason."

"Hello." "Hello." He turned back to Phoebe. "So, I'll meet you at the megaplex in the lobby at eight this Friday?"

"Sure. Bye, Michael!" As he walked away, Erica nudged her.

"See? What did I tell you?"

Before Phoebe could retort, she saw something that made her stop in her tracks. Or, she should say, someone.

"Phoebe, what's wrong?" She looked to where Phoebe held her gaze. A tall man was standing at the corner of the street glancing at his watch. He had jet black hair that was cut short. The black suit he wore was expensive looking and, from this distance, she could tell he was sexy. But then she saw an evil glint in his blue eyes.

The man looked up towards them suddenly, as if he could sense them watching. He focused on Phoebe, his gaze cool, then focused on the sleeping Randy in her arms. Something happened at that moment and Phoebe jerked. "Quick, get Randy in the car. Hurry!"

Not stopping to ask why, Erica placed Randy in his car seat and got into the car herself. Phoebe got in, inserted the key and turned it to start the engine. She looked up and saw him marching towards her vehicle. Placing the gear in reverse, she backed out of the parking stall and sped out of the lot.

***

"Okay, what was that about?" They were at the apartment they shared and Phoebe had just tucked her son into bed when Erica questioned her.

"What do you mean?" She avoided her friend's gaze.

"Come on, Phoebe. Who was that man that made you so terrified?"

She sighed and patted the couch. Erica sat down next to her. "That man..." She trailed off.

"Yes?"

Phoebe looked directly at Erica with fear in her eyes. "That man is Randy's father."

Chapter 2

Erica blinked. "Run that by me one more time? I thought you weren't married."

She didn't answer her at first. Seeing him again after five long years brought back all the memories she had been trying to forget. There were good times at first, very good times. But towards the end of their relationship, he decided to move on with his life. Leaving her to pick up the shambles of hers. It was his choice to leave, just as it was her choice to keep Randy a secret.

"I'm not. Remember when I ended up on your doorstep? I never told you what happened to me in San Francisco." Phoebe told her the story of meeting an assistant district attorney by the name of Cole Turner. They soon started dating and had become intimate on their first date. But fate would have it that Cole was really a demon, half-demon actually, by the name of Belthazor. That couldn't keep them apart however and they struggled to stay a couple.

Everything should have been perfect but then they came. The Brotherhood of the Thorn. Cole's old demonic organization. They came for him and wanted to pull him back into the fold. Phoebe pleaded with him to stay, for her and their love. She knew she was a couple of weeks pregnant but hadn't found the right time to tell Cole yet. And she never found the right time. He chose to go back to the Brotherhood over her.

"I was so heartbroken but I had a problem. I couldn't let Cole know that I was having his child. I knew he would steal him away from me and raise him as a demon. So I packed all of my things and moved away from the manor a week later. I never told my sisters where I was going and I haven't kept in touch." She laughed bitterly. "I didn't even know where I was going. I wandered for weeks and found myself in Sacramento. I remembered that you moved here from San Francisco when we were children so I went to you. The rest is history."

Erica digested the information she was given. When she saw a pregnant Phoebe at her door five years ago, she knew she couldn't turn her away. Especially since they had been childhood best friends until in middle school, she moved away. So she consented in letting Phoebe share the apartment with her.

"So when we started Warding the city and you, and then little Randy?"

"It was to keep Cole out and away." The Wards were something that Phoebe had never done but Erica had. It wasn't common knowledge that Erica Gleason was a witch. But her craft workings differed from Phoebe's. Her power was through thread work and it amazed Phoebe what she could do.

The first of the Wards were powerful protective spells that kept witches safe from demons and scrying. Then to mask those Wards from outside forces noticing them, they had cast subtle aversion spells and 'nothing here' spells and 'ignoring' spells.

"I thought we'd be safe but he saw us tonight. And he knows."

"Oh, sweetie, how can you tell? For all he knew, Randy was my child."

Phoebe smiled wryly. "I doubt it. You have mocha colored skin while Randy is a creamy color. Besides Cole saw his son. Randy is a miniature version of him. There's no way to deny that Randy is his."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know. A part of me wants to run from Sacramento and find a new city to live in. But I can't desert you. You and Randy are my family now."

Erica slung an arm around her and squeezed. "Well, you and Randy are my family, too, and I'm not going to give either of you up without a fight."

***

She never told him! She had all the time in the world and she never told him. Cole growled and punched the side of the wall. He had a son. The boy must be at least four years old. Punching the wall again, he wondered why Phoebe was in Sacramento.

Thinking back to those days, he began to lose himself in his memories. He loved Phoebe with all his heart and he didn't see why he couldn't still be with her and the Brotherhood. Eight days after he rejoined the Brotherhood, he went back to the manor to try and make it up to his love.

But she wasn't there. Her sisters didn't know where she was. He tried again the next day and then the next until Piper sadly told him that Phoebe moved out of the manor. She left no forwarding address and left no note. It was like she disappeared. They had tried scrying for her but she was hidden from their radar. Including Leo's one. That was the last time he saw the Halliwell sisters.

Until that night when he saw Phoebe with that lady carrying his son. His son. He punched the wall. Just thinking about that word made him furious. Why didn't she tell him? He looked at his fist, watching the blood run down his arm. There was no pain, only numbness and fury.

"Belthazor, we need to get going if we want to make it to the meeting on time." Tarkin stopped and arched his eyebrow. "Any reason why your arm is covered in blood?"

"Just a slight setback. Tell Raynor that I need to miss the meeting. Something important just came up."

Tarkin shrugged. "Sure. I'll fill you in on the next hit when you return."

"Thanks." He walked away to rinse off the blood in a basin. His son was out there and he had been denied of his existence for five years. Time to get them back.

Chapter 3

It was late in the night but Phoebe could not fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw an image of Cole. Pulling the covers off of her, she went to get herself a glass of warm milk. Turning on the light to the living room, she jumped when she saw someone was there. "Cole," she whispered while the blood drained out of her face.

This was the man who'd haunted her nights for the past five years. He was still handsome as ever but colder. So much colder. Phoebe swayed on feet. What was he doing here in her apartment?

"Hello, Phoebe. It's been awhile, hasn't it?" He stepped closer making Phoebe back up against the wall. His hand reached to stroke her cheek as he leaned in. "You've been a very naughty girl, Phoebe. Running out on me like that. Then to throw salt on the wound, you've kept a very big secret. Tell me, where is the boy?"

"Wha--what boy?" She hated the fear that crept into her voice but she couldn't help it. This wasn't the same man she fell in love with years ago.

Cole grabbed her neck and lifted her slightly off the ground. Her hands came up and closed over his, trying to make him let go. "Don't lie to me, Phoebe," he growled. "I saw him with you."

The light went on in the hall and Erica padded in. "Phoebe, I heard some noises. You okay?" Her eyes widened. "Phoebe!" She reached into her pajama pocket for her spindle.

"No sudden movements," he said as he tightened his grip with the hand choking Phoebe and formed an energy ball in his other.

"Please Cole, stop! Don't hurt Erica. Please," she begged. If Erica died by Cole's hand, she'd never forgive herself. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Don't tell him anything. He doesn't have a right to know."

"I don't have a right? Don't have a right!" He roared and glared at Phoebe. "You had my son and never told me. You ran away so I could never find you. It was plain luck that I even spotted you last night! So you better tell me where he is quickly or I'll send this energy ball at your friend and you can watch her die."

"Mommy? I had a bad dream." A little boy waddled out of his room dragging a fuzzy blue blanket behind him.

The appearance of his son made Cole dissipate his energy ball and release Phoebe's neck from his grip. She stumbled and wheezed as air rushed into her lungs. "Randy, go back to bed," she croaked out.

"His name is Randy?" The harshness in his face revealed tenderness and he took a step towards him. "Actually his full name is Randall Benjamin Halliwell. I--I remembered that your father's name was Benjamin." She motioned to their son. "Randy, say hi to the nice man."

"Hullo." Randy looked up and tugged on Cole's pants. "Carry me."

He kneeled down and lifted his son into his arms. Rocking back and forth, he hugged him until Randy fell asleep. Phoebe moved closer to Erica to watch the touching moment. This was one of her worst fears if Cole ever met his son. That they'd bond from the first moment. She quietly asked Erica to leave and walked over to the two.

"Here, let me put him to bed. Unless you want to?" He did and so she led him to Randy's room. The place was decorated with everything a little boy could want. His bed, with rails on the sides so he couldn't fall off, had pillows and bed sheet and blanket with designs of airplanes. The wallpaper was off white but had framed pictures of blue teddy bears. There were two drawers, a rocking chair, a table set complete with benches, a toy chest, and a closet.

Cole placed Randy in his bed and pulled the blanket to his shoulders, kissing him on the forehead when he was done. Again Phoebe felt a pang. This was how it should have been. One big happy family. But Cole left her and in doing so left behind their son. Randy was hers and Phoebe meant to keep it that way.

"Cole? We have to talk."

Chapter 4

"Yes, we do." They left Randy's room and Phoebe softly closed the door behind them. Cole raked his fingers through his hair and plopped on the couch. "He's a wonderful kid. You've raised him well."

"Thank you." One moment he's choking her and the next he's complimenting her. Same old Cole.

He rose and placed his hands on her shoulders. "But that's the problem, Phoebe. You raised him. Not me. I've missed so much of Randy's life all ready and I have so much to catch up on."

"What do you mean, Cole?" She knew he was about to announce to her some terrible news.

"I mean I want custody of Randy. Full, half, I don't care. But I want custody."

"No, you can't have him!" She shrugged off his hands. "You abandoned us when you rejoined the Brotherhood. I won't allow you to take him away from me."

"You don't have a choice in this, Phoebe. I'm Randy's biological father and I know my rights. I am a district attorney, after all. Do you really want me to take you to court on a custody battle?"

"Then I'll tell the judge you're a demon and reveal you." She knew she was lashing out but she couldn't help it.

"Doubt he'll care if I call in a demonic judge and reveal you as a witch. Want to take the risk? I know the law inside and out, and I'm a powerful man. You have no chance against me, Phoebe. None at all."

Phoebe went cold inside. Her son was her life. She forced a chilly note into her voice. "I'd appreciate it if you left my home, Cole. Just because you helped in his creation doesn't grant you the privilege of having Randy in your life. He's my son, so you can just go and rot in hell!"

"Been there, done that. I'll leave but I will be back. Don't be surprised if I hand you a court order the next time." He was about to turn away when he grabbed her and kissed her long and hard. Then he released her and shimmered out of sight.

She took a step back and placed her hand on her chest, trying to catch her breath. Tomorrow would be a long day.

***

"He really threatened you? I knew I should have stayed with you last night." Erica clipped an earring into her right ear and faced her friend. "I could have done something."

"Like what? Die? I didn't want you to get hurt because of me, Erica. Besides I'm safe and so is my son."

"Yeah, but for how long? He'll come back and you'll be in trouble with the law while he takes Randy away. Listen, if you really want to, I'll help you and Randy move out. I won't blame you if you leave."

Phoebe sighed. "I'm tired of running. And I won't leave you behind to face his wrath. No, I started this mess and I have to stay and finish it." She grabbed her car keys. "Do you want me to drive you to work today?"

"Nah, I can walk. You just take care, okay?"

They hugged. "I will." She lifted Randy into her arms and closed the door behind them.

***

The children of Totance Preschool were taking their naps, giving Phoebe a well deserved break. She was the teacher of Room 113 and fortunately her son was also in her class. Smiling at his sleeping form, she walked towards the paint closet to set up everything for finger painting later in the afternoon. A door creaked behind her and she called out, "The children are sleeping. Can you come back later?"

"I think this is more important than naps, Phoebe." She whirled around and saw Cole holding an envelope in his right hand. He handed her the envelope and said curtly, "You're due in court on Monday. I hope you have a good lawyer."

She took it with trembling hands. Tearing it open, she read the letter. "I--I can't believe this."

"Well, believe it. By this time Monday, Randy will be lawfully mine. And don't think you can skip town. I'll track you and our son to the ends of the Earth and back."

"I'll be there, don't you worry. But you're wrong about one thing. You'll never take my son away from me. Never."

Cole chuckled and blew her a kiss before he left. "We'll see, Phoebe. We'll see."

Chapter 5

It was a challenge but Phoebe managed to get through the rest of the day without breaking down. The children must have sensed the despair surrounding her because they were on their best behavior as they finger painted. Randy even curled up in her lap and wouldn't leave her side.

Finally school ended and the parents came to take their kids home. Phoebe helped her son put on his coat and they walked to her car to pick up Erica. Her mind was completely numb and she barely paid attention to driving. She was on auto pilot. They only thing running through her mind was that Cole would really do it. He'd take her son away and Goddess knows what would happen to Randy.

"Phoebe, you look terrible. Were your students that bad?" She managed to crack a smile at Erica's attempt to cheer her up.

"No, they were angels. It was a visit from a demon on the other hand that's the cause of my complexion." She briefly told her about Cole's surprise visit and the court order. "I'm still in shock over what's happening. I know he'll win and I'll never see Randy again." Tears welled up in her eyes as she talked.

"Oh sweetie, go ahead and cry. You're entitled to it." She hugged her friend as Phoebe began to cry onto her shirt. Making 'shh shh' and 'there there' noises, she waited until Phoebe was done. "We'll get through this. I'll call your lawyer and tell him just the gist of what's happening. You, though, will spend every moment till Monday with Randy. And you'll also go on your date with Michael." She rushed on when it looked like Phoebe was about to argue. "You need to get your mind off of the custody battle and Cole. What better way to do that then going out on a date?"

"I guess. But the last time I went out on a date was five years ago. What if I don't remember all the little signals and motions?"

"Phoebe! Going on a date is just like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never forget. Besides the poor man had the courage to ask you out, the least you can do is follow through on his offer."

She had a point, as usual. "All right, I'll go. But if anything comes up while I'm gone..."

"Nothing will. So let's go home, whip up a batch of fudge and chocolate chip cookies, and spend the rest of the day pigging out and telling stories." Erica grinned at Randy. "What do you say? Sound good to you, sweetie?"

He dimpled and clapped his pudgy hands. "Yeah!"

"If you want to Randy then we'll do it." She could always count on her roommate to cheer her up. As they piled into the car however, Phoebe had a feeling that she'd need Erica's support in the days to come.

***

The ploy was risky but worth it if he played his cards right. Cole picked up the framed picture of Phoebe and stared at her features. She was so beautiful back then and still was. Her hair now had grown past shoulder length and had a slight wave to it. But her smile was still the same, sweet and warm. Their son got his smile from her.

Movement behind him jerked Cole out of his memories and into harsh reality. The beautiful love they once shared was gone. Only the burning need for revenge remained. "Hello, Vornak. Lost your way?"

The older demon smiled grimly and cocked his head. "No, but I heard from Clea that you're going to court this Monday. She didn't know why because the details were very hush hush. I'm curious, any particular reason why you're hiding from your brothers?"

"I'm not hiding anything. It's a simple court case, nothing more and nothing less. Don't you have someone else to bother?"

"Not at this moment." He spied the picture Belthazor held in his hands. "Who is she?"

"None of your business." Locking the picture in his desk drawer, he rose from his chair. "Now if you'll excuse me Vornak, I have work to be done."

Even though it'd been five years since he returned, Vornak still did not trust him. Neither did Clea for that matter. Those two watched him like a hawk, hoping to see him stumble so they could tear him to pieces. Well, he wouldn't fall into any of their traps. It took him this long to regain his standings within the Brotherhood and he'd damn well make sure that he stayed on the top.

A petite brunette carrying a stack of folders walked towards him and handed him a file. "Here's the folder you wanted, Mr. Turner." She batted her eyes and coyly smiled. Belthazor tried to hide his disgust for the obvious human. She'd been wanting to get him into her bed for the longest time but he would have none of that. Humans were a waste and it was a pity that the building the Brotherhood took over was filled with humans. All unaware that their bosses were demons in disguise.

Without a word of thanks he took the file, stared at its numbers and left. This was what he was waiting for, what he had to hide from his brothers. Even though Phoebe betrayed him, he couldn't allow his brothers to find out about her. Just the fact that she was a witch, they'd kill her with no hesitation.

***

The lightweight creamy dress flowed shapelessly around her knees. Phoebe twirled around in front of the mirror and sighed. "Why can't I just wear pants on my date?"

"We've been through this already. You want to impress Michael and I think this dress will do it." Erica studied the outfit and snatched a necklace off the vanity. "Wear this as well. It matches perfectly."

As she clasped the necklace around her neck, she wistfully smiled. "Thanks for all your help."

"Don't mention it. But I expect you to set me up on a date." Her words was light but Phoebe knew the meaning behind them. They were blessed as witches but cursed as women. With the heavy burdens on their shoulders, it was hard to find someone. Even if a witch got married, only a few had more than one child. She knew she was lucky that she had Randy.

The doorbell rang. "Erica, you'll find the perfect guy. He'll be so crazy for you and he'll worship the ground you walk on." Pausing to hug her, Phoebe went to answer the door. "Michael, hi!"

He had a bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a goofy smile on his face. "Uh, hi Phoebe. These are for you."

Taking the flowers from him, she let him inside the apartment. "Thank you. I love flowers. Let me put them in a vase and then we can go."

While he waited, Randy waddled into the living room. He stared at the older man and wrinkled his nose. "You no dada." His little body began to waver until he faded from sight.

"Phoebe!"

She ran out of the kitchen and asked, "What is it, Michael? What's wrong?"

"I swear I just saw a little boy vanish. I'm not crazy and I haven't been drinking."

Phoebe bit her lower lip in worry. Randy still couldn't control his shimmering power but she was thankful that at least his demonic form didn't manifest itself in front of him.

"You must have seen my son, Randy. He likes to play hide-and-seek," she said with a nervous laugh. "Erica, can you bring Randy outside so Michael can meet him?"

Erica led the child outside and nervously laughed. She had her back turned for one moment and when she looked, Randy shimmered in. She only hoped that Michael bought whatever excuse Phoebe fed him.

"You--you have a son? He's adorable." He smiled at the boy. "Where's his father?"

"Gone, long gone. It's just me and him, and our best friend Erica. So shall we go?" She linked arms with Michael and blew a kiss at her son. "Have fun, you two. Remember Randy can't have any sweets."

As soon as they left, Erica smiled. "Come on Randy, let's raid the fridge for some sweets."

***

It was odd. She was actually having fun. The movie they saw was the latest romantic comedy starring Seth Bevarly, her favorite actor which coincidentally was his as well. Now they were chatting over a cup of coffee at an outside table of a local coffee shop.

"Tonight was perfect, Phoebe." He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. "We should do this more often."

"Yes, that would be nice." Oh my, was her face turning red? She really should date more often. Her eyes began to widen as she realized Michael was about to kiss her.

Someone coughed loudly, startling the two. There, standing next to their table with a mug of coffee of his own, was Cole. "Phoebe, fancy meeting you here." He grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down. "How's Randy?"

"Uh, Phoebe do you know this guy?"

Try as she might, words could not form in her mouth. She knew that he was up to something wicked. But words came swiftly for Cole. He extended his hand and coolly replied, "District Attorney Cole Turner. I'm Randy's father."

Chapter 6

It was like a strange dream. Her demonic ex-boyfriend was sitting at the table with her and her date. He just revealed that he was Randy's father. And knowing Cole, there was more. Poor Michael, he looked utterly heartbroken. Damn him!

"You're Randy's father?" He wanted someone to deny it so badly. His plea was written clearly on his face.

"Of course. He's the joy of my life, as well as my Phoebe here." Reaching over, he patted her hand and let a wistful expression reach his eyes. "We used to be so close, as close as soulmates, but I was a fool. I allowed my work to get in the way of our love. But now I'm back, and I'm here for good. I didn't quite catch your name."

"It's Michael Desse."

"Michael, eh? Such a common name. Well, you must be a good friend of my Phoebe. Thank you for watching her until I arrived."

"Uh, yeah sure." He stood up stiffly. "I had a nice time. Bye." He left the table leaving them alone. All alone.

She turned towards the culprit with fire in her eyes. "How could you do this to me? You have no right to invade my life like this!" Her voice rose with every word. "Michael is a decent guy, unlike you, and he didn't deserve your underhandedness. Now I'm deserted here without a ride and all you can do is smile smugly."

Slowly Cole finished his coffee and set it down. "Don't be foolish. It's late out and robbers are lying in wait for a pretty lady like you. Let me take you home. It's the least I can do."

She dearly wanted to say no, but he was right. It wasn't safe for her to walk home, witch or not. "Fine. Where's your car?"

As they drove down the street, Phoebe turned away from looking at the driver. Soft classical music played throughout the car. "Thanks for taking me home, Cole," she said to break the silence.

"No problem. It's on my way. So how's Randy been doing?"

"Good, very good." This was a safe subject for them to converse in. "Seems like he's growing up so fast. Everyday he's looking more and more like you. He's even showing signs of your heritage."

"Heritage?"

"He inherited your ability to shimmer and he has a demonic form that looks exactly like a miniature Belthazor. Luckily he inherited something from my family line."

"Would that be stubbornness, or beauty?"

A blush appeared on her face. "Randy does have his fair share of stubbornness and looks, but that's not what I'm talking about. He developed one of our powers, telekinesis to be exact." Phoebe glanced out the window and frowned. "This isn't the way to my house."

"I know. It's the way to mine." Cole parked the car on the streets and grabbed Phoebe's arm. Before she could react, they shimmered.

***

"This isn't funny."

"It's not supposed to be." Cole watched in amusement as Phoebe ran her hands over the wall, looking for an exit. "There's no door out. The only way in and out of my apartment is by shimmering. Can you shimmer?"

"Of course not, I'm not a demon. But you are. Shimmer me home."

"Or else what? You'll levitate and kick me? Or perhaps you'll premonition me to death? Face it, Phoebe, you're powerless against me."

"I'm not powerless, Cole," she said quietly. "I've grown up these past couple of years and so have my powers. That's not the point, though. I need to get back to Randy. I always tuck him in at night."

Cole trapped her against a wall with his arms on either side of her head. "That's one thing I've never had the privilege of doing. But come Monday, that'll all change. Randy will lawfully be my own."

"And what would you do with him? You don't know the first thing about being a father."

"I'll learn, and I won't be alone," he replied absentmindedly. "Have you eaten yet? I would think not. Popcorn and coffee doesn't make a decent dinner. Another strike for that dolt, Michael. Here, let me make you something to eat."

He led them to the kitchen and flipped the light switch on. "How 'bout a grilled ham and cheese sandwich?"

"That's fine." As he worked, Phoebe watched his muscle ripple across his shoulders. No matter the history between them, Cole could always arouse her.

He must have sensed her drooling, because he turned quickly and his eyes met hers. "Phoebe." His voice was low and husky. Arousal hardened his body and he slowly turned off the stove. "It's done." He masked his lust for her as he brought their food to the table.

They ate quietly, making some small talk between themselves. The food was delicious and Phoebe complimented him on it. "I didn't know you could cook. This is as good as anything Piper could make."

"Thank you. I know you're shocked but I'm full of surprises you don't know about. Are you done?" Cole asked.

She nodded and helped him carry the dishes to the sink. This was nice, a normalcy that she had not had in a long time. She could almost pretend that both she and Cole were married, doing normal married type things. Phoebe lifted herself onto the kitchen counter as Cole lathered his hands up and began to wash the plates. She could not help but drool once more over his body. He was all toned muscle, not a trace of fat in sight. One glance told you that he was dangerous, but that made him so much more exciting.

Cole knew his plan was working as he sensed Phoebe lusting for him. He calmly turned off the faucet and turned to her. Nothing could stop Cole as he spread her legs apart and stood between her thighs, placing his hands on her waist.

Her eyes widened but she did not push him away. The position they were in was very erotic and Phoebe placed her hands on his shoulders. "Cole?" He looked at her with hungry eyes and did not answer. Instead he lowered his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss.

She couldn't help but respond to him, as it were the most natural thing in the world. She missed his passion and desire. "Please," she moaned.

His mouth trailed down from her lips to her throat and capturing her lips once more. Cole grabbed her bottom to lift her off the counter, and Phoebe wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to his bedroom and slammed the door behind them.

Chapter 7

Their bodies were entwined on the bed with Cole resting on his elbows, looking over her. The seed of revenge was planted. All he had to do was wait till it bore fruit. "How long has it been for you?"

She stroked his cheek. "Well, I'd have to say the last time we made love." She smiled lazily at his surprised look. "What? I was pregnant for the first year and taking care of a baby is hard work. That date with Michael was the first one I've had in five years."

"Poor baby."

Phoebe shifted and checked the clock on the nightstand. "Oh my God! It's nine in the morning. I have to go home, Erica'll be worried." She got out of bed and started to dress.

"You know, this would be the perfect time for Randy to get to know me. Do a little father son bonding."

"I--I rather you didn't, Cole. Randy's a pretty well adjusted kid. He doesn't need you in his life," Phoebe said.

Cole chuckled and pulled up his pants. "Are you starting on that again, Phoebe? In case you forgot, we have a court appearance on Monday. Our son is going to get to know me whether you like it or not. So the sooner the better as I always say."

She glanced at him as she buttoned her dress. "You're truly evil, you know that? Obviously we, no, I made a mistake last night. I probably would have been safer walking on the streets then being with you. Cole, shimmer me home. No wait, not in the apartment. I don't want to alarm Erica. Just outside the door."

"If you say so. But Phoebe, this is not the end. Only the beginning. Remember that," Cole said.

Phoebe opened the door to the apartment and was met by Erica's knowing grin. "Coming home at nine thirty in morning, eh Phoebe? Let me guess, you were at Michael's place? Must have been one hell of a date last night."

"You got the hell part right. Cole interrupted my date and Michael left. He offered me a ride home and, foolish me, I accepted. Only he took me to his place, we ate dinner, and we..."

"Phoebe!" cried out Erica.

"What? No harm done and it was good. Sometimes I think Cole was the only one to ever truly satisfy me."

"Well, he's a good for nothing demon trying to take your son away. Think on that." Erica hugged Phoebe. "On a better note, Randy behaved like a dream and went to bed early with no fuss. It's hard to believe he's part demon."

"Sometimes. Is he still asleep?" Phoebe asked.

"Yep."

"Then I'll let him sleep for a little while longer. But I just have to take a peek in on him." She grinned and glanced into Randy's room. He slept on his back with head tilted to the side and his thumb hanging from his mouth. "When he wakes up, I think I'll take him to the park."

"Good idea, Phoebe. Meanwhile, I can work on my new quilt," said Erica.

***

The day was gorgeous as mother and son played ball in the park. Randy threw the ball with all of his might, which wasn't much for a four year old, but he liked to use his telekinesis to throw it high. However, Phoebe was prepared and used her levitation to heighten her flip jumps. The trick amused Randy greatly.

"Honey, I know you like doing that to mommy, but remember what I told you. We can't use our gifts in public."

He pouted. "No funny tricksies?"

"Only at home." Phoebe gathered her son into her arms and hugged him. "Never forget, we're very special, Randy."

"Very special indeed, Phoebe," Cole said as he walked towards them. "You have no idea how important the two of you are to me."

"Da da!" Randy's face lit up and he ran into Cole's open arms. He buried his face into Cole's shoulder and wouldn't let go.

"What do you know, our son loves me," Cole said with a smirk on his face.

"Only because he doesn't know any better," Phoebe shot back. "What are you doing here, Cole?"

"It's a free park, last time I checked. I had no work I needed to do and since you didn't want to spend the rest of the day in bed with me," Phoebe blushed at that. "I decided to come here, and what a coincidence, so did you." He rubbed Randy's back and whispered into his ear loud enough for Phoebe to hear. "You want me to stay, don't you, Randy?"

"Uh huh," came Randy's muffled response.

She did not want to disappoint her son and decided to give in. Cole seemed to sincerely love their child and wouldn't hurt him. "Well, if Randy wants you here, then I guess you can stay."

"Good." He picked Randy up and carried him to the blanket that Phoebe had set out. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you two were using your powers a moment ago."

"We were." She smiled. "I know it's risky, but Randy enjoys the tricks, as he likes to call them. And when he's older, he's gonna have to learn how to use his powers in public without being too obvious. There's some seedless green grapes in the basket if you want some. It's Randy's favorite."

Cole reached into the basket and pulled out the bowl of grapes. Phoebe couldn't help but smile as she watched their son make himself comfortable in Cole's lap, popping grapes into his and Cole's mouth. "I never knew you were so good with children. Cute."

"I get cuter." He coughed into his fist. "While I'm here, I might as well ready you for Monday's custody case. You informed your lawyer, right?"

"Cole, I don't want to talk about it. Not now."

"I do. I want you prepared. After all, what happens on Monday affects us all." Phoebe sighed, and motioned him to go on. "Smart girl. Now, I've drawn up the arrangements, assuming the judge sides with me, of course. I will be granted full custody of Randy and any future children that we may have..."

"We won't have anymore children together, Cole," she retorted.

"And that, as mother of our future children, you would stay in my keeping for the duration of the pregnancy to keep you from aborting the child. Now, you would get visitations of Randy, but I would have to be there at all times."

She rested her hand on her chest in surprise. "That's ridiculous, Cole! The judge would never agree to those terms, and neither would I."

"What did you expect I wanted?" Cole asked, sarcastically.

"I don't know, equal custody of Randy? You can't just deny me of our son. I'm his mother." Their son, ignorant of the argument between his parents, slipped off of Cole's lap and laid down on the blanket beside his mother. "You won't win." She absentmindedly began to stroke Randy's head.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you. That was not my intention." Suddenly Cole placed his hand on Phoebe's stomach, staring at it intently. "Did you have a difficult time when you were pregnant with Randy?"

"Oh! No, Randy was a dream. I had no pains, no morning sickness, no swollen ankles, nothing that pregnant women usually go through. I enjoyed being pregnant with Randy, despite the situation I was in."

"Good." He smiled a secret smile and spent the afternoon peacefully with his small family.

***

Phoebe glanced in the mirror trying to fix her hair into a braid, feeling an anxiety attack coming on. She hoped she would not hyperventilate during the court appearance. "I can't do this, Erica!"

"Honey, you're going to do fine. Cole won't be able to take Randy away from you. He's been absent from your and Randy's life for five years. And there is no way he can say that you've been unfit mother, because it's just not true."

"Erica, I'm a witch and so are you. Cole could reveal that. Actually, he could say that we're involved with the occult and that could be enough justification to give him custody of our son." Phoebe dropped her hairbrush as she fought back tears. "I know he wants to hurt me for denying him Randy. Maybe not physically, he would never do that to me, but he can hurt me emotionally."

"Well, I'll be behind you all the way and we'll be sitting in the court room all the same. So don't worry," said Erica. She grabbed Randy's bag and they left.

Cole sensed Phoebe the moment she entered the court room. He stared at Tarkin, his supposed lawyer and the only fellow demon he could trust with his secret.

"I still can't believe you sired a son off of a witch, especially a Charmed One. But," Tarkin took a good look at Phoebe. "What a beauty. I can see why you couldn't resist fooling around with her."

"Careful, brother. She's still mine. And after today, all my hard work will be put to good use. Remember the plan?"

Tarkin let out a low chuckle. "Of course, brother. After the demonic judge does us a "favor" by giving you custody of your son, I will follow him into his office and return the favor...by killing him. That way he can't tell anyone about this." He silenced himself when honorable Judge Dredd entered the room.

"All rise for Judge Dredd," called out the bailiff.

Phoebe raised an eyebrow and knew Erica was doing the same. They sat again and she listened attentively to the speeches being made. Her lawyer spoke first followed by Cole's lawyer. It seemed that she was in favor of winning after all. That is until the judge spoke.

"I've heard both sides of the story and now I am ready to make my decision. Based on what I've heard, I am inclined to agree with Mr. Turner. Miss Halliwell kidnapped their child, leaving no warning of her flight or knowledge that the child existed. I feel that Mr. Turner should get full custody of Randall Benjamin Halliwell as well as the arrangements he requested."

"No!" Phoebe jumped out of her seat and slammed her hand on the desk, ignoring her lawyer's waving motions. "That can't be right!"

"My decision is final, Miss Halliwell. Another outburst from you and I'll hold you in contempt. That is all." Judge Dredd pounded his gavel on his desk and left. Tarkin congratulated Cole and slipped out to finish the job.

However Phoebe still could not believe what happened. She lost her son, her life and joy. She barely felt herself collapsing to the ground and Erica rushing to her side. The only thing that registered was that Randy wasn't hers anymore. He faded from her vision like a dream until all she could see was Cole's triumphant smirk. Phoebe fainted.

Chapter 8

When Phoebe regained consciousness, Erica's worried face was the first thing she saw. "Wha?"

"You're still in the courtroom, Pheebs. You fainted. Here let me help you up." Erica held out her hand and helped her best friend to her feet.

"My son, where is my son?" Phoebe pulled away and frantically searched around the empty courtroom.

"Cole took him, Phoebe. He has custody of Randy," Erica quietly said.

A dizzy spell over took Phoebe and Erica held her shoulders to steady her. "Come on Pheebs, let's go home. I'll make you a nice cup of chamomile tea."

"But my son," she began.

"Is gone," Erica finished. "We'll get him back, I promise you, but I need you to rest."

As Erica led her out of the doors, Phoebe could not help but take one last look at the courtroom. Witches and trials, she thought with a saddened heart.

At home, Erica made Phoebe sit on her bed and gave her chamomile tea. "Drink. It'll soothe your nerves."

She smiled. "I think I'll need more than one cup to soothe my nerves. You know, I would storm Cole's place to get back my son, but I can't." A hiccup escaped from her lips, the only sign of strain that slipped through Phoebe's barriers. "I don't know where he lives, and even if I did, the only way in is by shimmering. I feel trapped."

"You are not trapped. We will find a way." Erica hugged her best friend and closed the door behind her. Randy and Phoebe were her family, perhaps even more so than her own flesh and blood. She would do anything to protect them but right now, she felt like she was failing miserably.

Despair threatened to over take her but Phoebe did not break. She dared not to or else her son was lost forever. One thing she did know was that Cole would never harm Randy. That fact comforted her like a safety blanket. Randy may be gone but at least he was safe.

***

The next few weeks were difficult for Phoebe. Cole pulled their son out of school so he was no longer in her class. While Cole allowed Randy a nightly call to her, it was always too brief for Phoebe's liking. Not only that, but Phoebe was constantly plagued with frequent headaches and stomach pains.

Phoebe stumbled into the kitchen where Erica was cooking breakfast. "Bacon and eggs?" offered Erica.

She grasped her stomach and moaned. "I don't think so. My stomach's not agreeing with me today. Actually it hasn't been agreeing with me for a while now."

"A flu?"

"Maybe. I mean, what else could it be?" Phoebe laughed and suddenly paused as a revelation hit her. "But what if it's not the flu? It could, I mean, it could very well be--"

"Phoebe, calm down. It might still be the flu. We don't know for certain."

"Don't we?" she said as she counted back the days since she last had her period. "I'm late and I slept with Cole. We both know that I can get pregnant from demonic seed. Can you honestly tell me there's no chance that I might be pregnant?" Her eyes frantically searching Erica's own.

"We don't know for sure, Phoebe. It could just very well be coincidences. I'll schedule an appointment with your doctor to make sure though." She picked up the phone but glanced at Phoebe's pale face. "By chance the doctor does confirm your pregnancy, what will you do?"

"I don't know." Phoebe rubbed her forehead in frustration. "I won't abort my baby, that's for sure. But anything beyond that, I just don't know."

"Will you let Cole know? If you're pregnant, he is the natural father."

"First I need to find out if I'm pregnant. Then I can figure out what to do next." She laid her hand on her stomach and tried to image another baby growing inside her. Being pregnant had been a joyous occasion for her, and there was no doubt in Phoebe's mind that this time would be any different. "Do you think I might be pregnant with a boy or a girl?" she mused.

Erica laughed. "You were meant to be a mother, through and through. I don't know anyone who's sweeter, kinder, and loves children more than you, Phoebe. I'll call the doctor."

"Thanks, Erica."

***

The doctor's office was simple with its white walls and fish tanks. Old magazines ran rampant on shelves and tables. Phoebe picked up an issue of Family Planning and sat down, absently flipping through the magazine.

"Miss Halliwell, the doctor will see you now," said the receptionist.

She wrung her hands nervously as the nurse did the usual routine before leading her into room seven. "Lucky number seven," she said aloud. The bulletin board was filled with pictures of Doctor Danza's patients' kids and each one calmed her down. She had been through all of this before with Randy. If she was pregnant, why should this time be any different?

"Good morning, Miss Halliwell. You're looking well today." The doctor skimmed through Phoebe's file. "I see you're here to find out whether you have a bun in the oven or not. Am I right?"

"Yep."

"And this would be your second child?" He went on at Phoebe's nod. "The nurse mentioned that you haven't tried a home pregnancy test yet, and you don't want to take a blood test for confirmation."

"Home pregnancy tests never come out positive for us Halliwell women and I won't do any blood tests because of personal beliefs."

"That's alright. Many women feel the same way you do. We can instead do an ultrasound. Put this robe on and when you're ready, I'll come back and we'll get started," Doctor Danza said.

Phoebe smiled and when the door slid closed, she quickly got out of her own clothes and into the thin robe. She shivered from the cold air and sat back down on the examination table. A knock on the door warned her that the doctor was entering.

"Okay, Miss Halliwell. I want you to lie back and lift the robe, exposing your stomach. I'm going to rub some gel on your stomach, which is slightly cold. Then I'll turn on the machine and we'll see if you're pregnant." He squirted a good amount of gel on to his hand and rubbed it on her tummy. Then he turned on the machine and moved the pad on her stomach.

"Hmm." He moved the pad again. "If you take a look at the screen, you can see the image of your baby. Congratulations, Miss Halliwell."

Her eyes began to water as she saw the image of her unborn child. "Doctor, can you tell what gender it is?"

"I'm afraid not yet. But come back in about a month when your baby is a little bigger." Doctor Danza reached into his cupboard and handed Phoebe a couple of books and pamphlets. "I know this is your second time, but read these anyway. It's very informative."

Phoebe thanked the doctor. When he left, she got dressed in her clothes and flattened her hand over her stomach. A brand new life was growing inside her. This was cause for celebration.

She drove home, going over the speed limit and through yellow lights many times, bursting with her news. Another baby. It was thrilling because having more than one offspring was rare for witches. In itself, it's very hard for a witch to even become pregnant in the first place.

As soon as Erica saw Phoebe's glowing face, she knew. "I'm so happy, Phoebe!" She hugged her and the two began babbling about the baby. When they finally settled down, Erica got serious. "Have you decided whether to tell Cole or not?"

"Yes, I think I will tell him." Phoebe raised her hand to forestall any arguments. "Last time I was pregnant, I freaked and ran out on my sisters and never told Cole. This time around, I won't run. I'm an adult and a mother. Cole is the father and he has the right to know, no matter what happens next."

"Good luck on your decision then, whatever it may lead to," said Erica.

***

Phoebe waited patiently in the restaurant for Cole to arrive. Her hands were wrapped around her glass of water as she thought about what she'd say to him. "Hi Cole, guess what? I'm pregnant with your baby! Yeah right," she muttered. "Cole, I didn't plan for this to happen but it did. Cole,"

"Yes?" Phoebe jumped in her seat, startled as she saw Cole slip into his. "Any particular reason why you were calling out my name?"

She shook her head. "No, I mean, yes. There's a reason why I asked you here, Cole." She kept her gaze locked on her glass.

Unbeknownst to her, Cole began to smile broadly, as if he knew exactly what Phoebe's news was. "Well, it can wait until dinner arrives. You must be starving." He motioned for a waiter and began ordering.

The waiter returned with their food and Cole picked up his fork and knife. "Dig in, Phoebe. Stress never looked good on you."

"Cole, there's something really important I have to tell you. Something that will change both of our lives again." She paused to collect her thoughts. "I'm, I...that is...Cole? I--I'm pregnant."

He smiled and laid his hand over hers. "That's wonderful, Phoebe. We'll have another little miracle in our lives."

A huge weight was lifted off her shoulders, one she did not even know she was carrying. "You don't mind? I mean, we made love that one night and neither of us planned it--"

"I don't mind at all. In fact I'm thrilled that my plan worked."

"Uh, excuse me?"

"Phoebe, Phoebe. I purposely got you pregnant. Now you have no choice but to follow the custody arrangement and move in with me," Cole said smoothly.

"What?" exclaimed Phoebe. She did not expect a move like this.

"Don't you remember? If you ever became pregnant with my child again, I have the right to force you to live with me. Just a precaution in case you ever wanted to abort it."

"Cole, I would never willingly abort a child of mine. You should know that."

"I do, but that's not the real reason behind that arrangement." He tightened his grip on her hand. "It's simply revenge for what you did to me with Randy. I missed out on nearly everything, and if I didn't spot you that night, I would have missed out completely in Randy's life. Having him now isn't enough. I want to experience what I missed...through our second child."

Phoebe's eyes widened until she was sure that she would faint again. By The Powers That Be, what had she gotten herself into?

If there was one thing about Cole, it was that he was efficient. He had cleaned Erica's apartment of all of her things within a couple of hours and had them ready at his place. All that was left was Phoebe.

Erica, with arms crossed and eyes narrowed, stared at Cole from across the room. "Don't go with him, Phoebe," she said in a forceful tone.

"I have to Erica. I have no choice." Phoebe wrapped her arm around Erica's shoulder and squeezed. She then slowly walked to where Cole was standing. "I'm ready."

Cole took Phoebe's reluctant hand and shimmered them away. When Phoebe's eyes refocused in Cole's living room, he whispered into her ear. "Home sweet home, Phoebe."

Chapter 9

"Home sweet home, Phoebe." The words ricocheted and Phoebe wanted to sob. She was trapped here, in Cole's abode, for the next nine months. His eyes followed her as she ran her fingers against the walls in an attempt to understand her surroundings.

"Mama!" Phoebe turned around and saw her son running towards her. She crouched down and scooped him up into a hug. She kissed the top of his head and glanced over his shoulder. Cole stood in the background, watching Phoebe's reaction.

Cole's mission wasn't to hurt her or their children. But...but he played with her emotions, he threatened the lives of her best friend, her children, and herself, he got her pregnant for revenge! This was not the Cole she once knew. She had to keep her guard up.

"Randy, my precious boy. I've missed you so much!" She squeezed him one more time before putting him on the ground. "Sweetie, go inside your room. Daddy and I have to talk for a bit, okay?"

He nodded his little head and left the two adults alone. "So now that you have me in your grasp, what are you planning to do with me?"

Cole's dark, watchful eyes looked over Phoebe. He would never deny that Phoebe could still set his blood on fire. She was glowing from the pregnancy and it made her look beautiful. "Keep you happy, keep you safe, and have my revenge."

She threw a deadly look towards him. "Well you failed on the first two. Tell me, where will I be sleeping?"

"In the master bedroom with me, of course." He held up his hand before she could complain. "I don't have any spare rooms right now so don't bother. This way it'll be easier for me to watch you."

Phoebe muttered a few harsh words under her breath and turned away from him. The next nine months were going to be hell.

***

It wasn't so bad, Phoebe realized. She worked at the preschool from morning to afternoon until Cole came to pick her up with Randy in tow. At his place, she would play with their son while Cole did some paperwork. Then he would spend the rest of the day taking care of his little family; cooking, cleaning, and giving Randy his bath. They would read Randy a bed time story, kiss him good night, and tuck him in. When they readied themselves for bed, Cole would play a tape of Mozart for the baby and read stories to her stomach. It was sweet.

Phoebe climbed into bed and waited for Cole to exit the bathroom. Months had passed and she could see that the old Cole laid just below the surface. He was incredibly sweet to Randy and was willing to play with their son until late into the night. And he was truly concerned about the development of their second child. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she would wake up to find Cole whispering to her stomach.

But was this enough? It was a nice little existence but her life was put on pause. She was in Limbo and she hated that feeling.

The bed creaked and Phoebe felt Cole reaching for her. No, he was just stroking her stomach. Phoebe stifled a groan of frustration. This was torture for her. The pregnancy heightened her hormones as well as her power, so her senses were highly attuned. It didn't help that her body, the traitor, yearned for Cole's caresses.

"Good night, Cole." She shifted so her stomach wasn't facing him and closed her eyes.

"Phoebe?"

"Yes, Cole?" Usually after saying good night to him, he didn't bother her until the morning.

"How long were you in labor with Randy?"

"Um, not that long actually. At the most four hours. My water broke, Erica drove me to the hospital, and a few hours later I was holding a bundle a joy. It was magic."

"I wish I was there to experience it." The wistful tone of Cole's voice touched something deep inside her.

"Maybe you can." She sat up in bed and held out her hand. "Touch my hand, Cole."

"What does...?"

"Don't ask questions. Just touch my hand." Cole complied and a vision hit him as images danced before his eyes. He could see a sweaty Phoebe on a hospital bed as the doctors hurried around her. She began to push and the doctor guided their son into the world. Phoebe cried with joy as she held their son for the first time and he clearly saw Randy's face.

The vision left him shaken and confused. "Where did that come from! I know I don't have that power..."

"I told you my powers had grown since the last time you saw me. I can send visions to others, not only myself. If a demon attacks, and they haven't since Erica and I put up those Wards, I can send out a torrid of visions, chock full of those pesky human emotions they can't handle with just a touch of my hand."

"Thank you for sharing that special memory with me." Cole's mind could not function on anything but the vision. He was not there when his son was born but through the vision, it felt like he was.

***

"Damn it, Belthazor!" Tarkin barged into Cole's office and slammed the door behind him. "When will you stop playing house and start regaining your demonic instincts? I've seen the lovey dovey look on your face. You wanted revenge on the witch for stealing away your son but it backfired. You're in love!"

Cole slowly rose from his chair and cast his brother a dark look. The room got a few degrees colder. "Say one more word and I will kill you, brother be damned!"

"This only proves my claim. Belthazor, I don't care what you do in your personal life but think clearly. Clea has noticed your behavior which means Vornak knows. I bet that right now Clea is digging for information. How do you think Raynor will react when he finds out?"

"He won't find out unless you're planning to squeal."

Tarkin snorted and tried to reason with Cole. "I'm not but I'm telling you the facts. If you don't want to listen to me, fine, but think about your witch and your children. Can they protect themselves against the Brotherhood?"

A knock on the door sounded and it opened to reveal Raynor, Vornak, and Clea. "Belthazor, Vornak has told me some rather interesting secrets that you have been keeping from us. Care to deny any of it?" asked Raynor.

"Depends on what Vornak told you." Cole glared at Vornak but he smiled.

"The court case you had several months ago was for custody of a son you sired off a witch. That same witch is carrying your second child now. True or false?" While Raynor's features remained stoic, his voice betrayed his emotions.

"It's all true. My witch is fertile to my seed and has already given me a son and another child on the way."

"This boy, does he have powers?"

"Yes, shimmering, telekinesis, and a demonic form. My witch--Phoebe, that is, has been slowly teaching him her craft."

Raynor smiled. "Good. I want you to bring the boy to me. With your power, enhanced by a Charmed One's magic, he has great potential."

Cole laughed bitterly. "Phoebe loves our son and would fight tooth and nail to make sure that he's not raised as a demon."

"Careful, Belthazor. Weakness doesn't become you. Hmm, he is too young anyway. Your son is safe...for now." Raynor shimmered out followed by Tarkin and Clea.

He let out the breath he was holding and sat on the edge of his desk. "I expected more from Raynor."

"You're not the only one, brother. Well, we all knew that Raynor has always had a soft spot for you as he was the one to raise you. And the son of Belthazor is a prize worth waiting for."

"Whatever he's planning, it better not take affect until long after I get Phoebe to--" Cole broke off when he realized the words he almost blurted out. He wanted Phoebe to fall in love with him. When the hell did his motives change? It was supposed to be about revenge. He did what he did so he could experience family life. Yet...now that he thought about it, his reason didn't quite fit revenge. "I have to go, I'm late in picking up Phoebe."

He needed to talk to her and perhaps correct his stupidity for the past months. Hopefully Phoebe could find it in her heart to forgive. Maybe not right away but at least give him the chance. All he needed was a chance. Cole wanted to make the relationship work, with Phoebe and the children. First, he had to pick her up.

***

Phoebe glanced at her watch and towards the parking lot. Cole was twenty minutes late. Her feet ached and all she wanted was to take a nap. She checked her watch again and made a split decision. She would walk home and wait there. She may not be able to get inside Cole's apartment but at least she could rest in the hallway.

She adjusted her backpack and crossed the street. It would only take her ten minutes, tops, to get there. Phoebe walked a couple of blocks before leaning against a wall in pain. The baby was anxious and tiring out her body.

"I'm hurrying home as fast as I can, little one. But kicking me won't get us there faster." Her hand moved to her stomach. "We'd be home by now if your daddy was on time." Phoebe suppressed the urge to cry. For a moment she thought the baby kicked her again but it was just the full realization that she wanted Cole. No, she needed Cole. It finally hit that she loved that blasted half demon with all her heart and soul. He was kind, gentle, and loving. He was fierce and cruel, but they were defenses so he would not get hurt. And she, of all people in heaven or hell, had the power to hurt him. Funny, he also had the power to hurt her.

"I love your daddy, little one. I love him." Her eyes began to tear and she hiccuped. She might be crazy but her heart decided.

"I see a little mouse just ripe for the picking." Phoebe looked up and saw a man who set her senses on fire. He was dangerous, his aura radiated it. His eyes zeroed in on her stomach. "Well, well. You really are ripe. A piece of fruit ready to pop. And what a coincidence, I'm just the doctor to help you."

She knew he was planning harm to her and her baby. She could not let that happen, not now. Not when there was a chance to finally put her life together and with the man she loved. "You don't want to mess with me," she said, injecting power in her voice. "So run along and you won't get hurt."

The man laughed. "Me? Ha! You're just a pregnant lady with no help in sight. I think I'll enjoy teaching you a lesson." He expertly flicked his knife open and stepped closer to her.

A sudden blur tackled the man into the alley and Phoebe saw it was Cole. He was enraged and terrifying to gaze upon. He punched the man in his stomach as he straddled over him and knocked his fist into his head. Cole grabbed the man's shirt, lifting him halfway before slamming him several times onto the ground.

"Cole, no!" She rushed to his side and held his arm. "Please don't. He did nothing, you made sure he did nothing to me. Don't kill him."

"Why not?" he growled. "He was about to kill my child and the woman I love. Why shouldn't he get a taste of hell before I send him directly there with an energy ball?"

Phoebe's eyes widened when she heard that he loved her but pressed on. "It's not right. Please Cole, for me?"

For a full moment he did nothing, then slowly released the semiconscious man. "I'll call the police and report him." Then he turned around and hugged Phoebe, burying his head in her hair. "Don't ever do that to me again! I was worried sick when I couldn't find you and when I heard that man threatening you, I went berserk. Don't, just, I don't think I can handle."

She held him loosely and murmured, "I love you, Cole."

He jerked away and stared at her closely. "What did you say?"

"I said I love you, Cole. I realized that I love you, no matter the history between us, and I want to marry you and carry your children, well more of your children, and I want to have a Cinderella fairy tale happy ending with you. Is that possible?" She smiled at him with hope in her eyes.

"It damn well will be! I love you, Phoebe. I was a fool for letting you go once and I swear that I will never let you go again." He held her face with his hands and gently pressed his lips to hers. He was gentle at first, exploring once more, but felt impatient and kissed her harder. Phoebe did not miss a beat and shifted so she could give him all her desire and passion.

They broke the kiss and Cole leaned his forehead against hers. "Marry me."

She smiled as Cole demanded instead of asked. "Of course I will!" She leaned in to kiss Cole.

Chapter 10

Phoebe giggled as Cole kissed her stomach again. She was far too gone in her pregnancy for them to do anything serious, but that did not stop them from getting intimate. She wrapped her hands in his hair as she dreamily smiled. Cole loved her. They were to be married. She was carrying their second child. It was a dream come true.

"I love you, Phoebe," he murmured. No matter how many times she heard those words, she could never get enough of them. It was a continual declaration of their love.

"I love you, Cole." She shifted so she could kiss his lips. There were times when Phoebe believed that all she needed to survive was in his kisses. It was a delicious experiment should she want to test it.

"Honey, as much as I would to spend the rest of the afternoon kissing you, I have to go to work." And then the real world came to burst her bubble. He was still working for the Brotherhood and probably wouldn't quit because of her. Cole was a half demon and that would not change.

She gazed into his eyes and saw a complicated situation made simple. Just love. "I understand. Just come home safe." Phoebe smiled as she mentally chanted the mantra just love.

"I will." Cole kissed Phoebe again and shimmered out of the room.

***

As he walked down the hallway, Cole smiled as the human workers got out of his way in a hurry. Though they did not know why, they knew on a basic level that he was dangerous and powerful. Cole liked seeing the fear in their eyes, the knowledge that he could destroy them. He walked on until he was in front of Raynor's office. He could have actually just shimmered there but Cole wanted time to think. He was a dangerous demon to mess with and he would prove that to his mentor.

Without knocking, he opened the door and wickedly smiled at Raynor. "Am I bothering you? I hope so because we need to talk." He sat in the chair and crossed his arms.

"Belthazor, I didn't expect you." He laid aside his folders and joined his hands together. "What do I owe this occasion to?"

"You know damn well why I've come."

"Your kids." Raynor chuckled. "You have always been too easy to read. I thought I got that bad habit out of you."

"Can you read this?" He created an energy ball in his hand without bothering to uncross his arms. "I rather not kill you. Instead I propose a deal."

"Do tell."

"My children are born of a witch and a demon, one on the side of good and one on the side of evil. I want them to have free will in choosing what side they will serve when the time comes. Not you, not me, not even Phoebe."

"And when will this great vote occur?" Raynor's face remained impassive.

"When they each turn eighteen. That's enough time for them to sample the variety of what life has to offer."

"Hmm, I like it. Of course, you do realize I claim the right to tempt them until they turn eighteen?"

"I do. Do we have a deal?" Cole dissipated the energy ball.

"Yes." Raynor rose with his hand extended and Cole did the same. "It's always nice to do business with you, Belthazor. But I could have called that bluff and simply said no."

"I never bluff, Raynor. You know that. Especially now when it comes to my own." Belthazor grinned evilly and threw a small energy ball at the wall behind Raynor, nearly hitting him as it zoomed by. "Do remember that." He shimmered.

***

Phoebe paced back and forth as she contemplated whether or not she should call Erica and tell her the good news. "She'd probably consider this bad news," she muttered. But Phoebe wanted her best friend to be her maid of honor and for that to happen, she had to call Erica.

She picked up the phone and quickly dialed Erica's number before she could chicken out. The phone rang twice before someone answered. "Hello?"

"Erica, hi, it's me Phoebe." She rushed on before her friend could say anything. "I'm okay, Randy's okay. I thought living at Cole's would be hell but it's been nice. I love him, Erica and he loves me. He rescued me from an attacker and we're to be married. Aren't you glad he's making me an honest woman now? Um, it's complicated but please don't ask, and can you be my maid of honor?" All in one breath.

There was silence on the other line. Phoebe was afraid Erica had hung up. "You still there?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am. I really don't know what to say Phoebe. He's evil. But I trust you and I know you wouldn't put your children at risk. Yes, I will be your maid of honor. When's the wedding?"

Phoebe cried out with laughter. She was so happy and she began chatting with Erica about everything that went on for the past several months. She had missed her best friend and it was good to just talk. A point passed when neither actually knew what they were talking about, but it did not matter. Connecting was. Suddenly a pain made her gasp and double over.

"Phoebe, what's wrong!" Erica cried out.

She gritted her teeth as she waited for the wave of contractions to pass. "My baby. I think I'm going into labor." She felt wetness between her legs and realized her water broke. "Oh no, my water broke and Cole's not here. Oh no. Oh no. Cole!" The phone dropped from her hand as she struggled to stand. Where was he? She couldn't, wouldn't, have this baby all alone. "Cole! COLE!"

Phoebe fell to her knees as pain racked her body. There was no time for a hospital. The baby wanted to be born now. She recalled her Lamaze classes and began her breathing techniques. Damn it, Cole was her Lamaze coach. She had to rely on herself to get this baby born. "Randy was an easy birth with no pain. Little one, why can't you be the same? Please?" Her voice cracked as she tried to reason with her soon to be born child. "Please?"

A kick answered her pleas. This child was just too in touch with her demonic side. Or perhaps she just had it easy with Randy compared to other mothers. Maybe the pain was normal. Ah screw it, there was no rationalizing this. She wanted Cole now! "Cole! Cole!" Soon her screams were became whispers as the pain grew too much. "Cole!"

Phoebe felt the natural urge to push and pushed she did. The baby had to get out. She pushed and pushed but the pain did not regress. She looked down and saw red. Blood. "Baby?" Dizziness took over and she fell back against the wall, her head hitting it on the way down. Phoebe's last thought was that she loved Cole.

***

Bright lights blinded her. Phoebe tried to raise an arm to block the light but found that she could not move it. "Mrs. Turner, please! You've just been through an intense labor and nearly died."

At those words, Phoebe tried to sit up but a hacking cough stopped her. "Wha?"

"Mrs. Turner!" The nurse did something to dim the lights. "Just rest."

"My baby, what about my baby?" Her voice was hoarse and she stuttered.

"You're very lucky that your husband found you before it was too late. It might just as well have been, you know. But you and your baby girl are safe."

"Cole?"

"Didn't leave your sight since you arrived. In fact, the doctor had to subdue him to get him to rest." The nurse pointed to a cot next to the bed, one Phoebe did not notice until now, that held the sleeping form of Cole. "Want me to bring in your baby?"

"Yes." Tears stung her eyes. She almost died tonight, if it wasn't for Cole.

"The baby's two weeks early," Cole's deep voice announced.

"Cole!" She could not hug him, not with the wires in her arms, but she smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, honey. But I almost lost you both. If only--"

"Ifs are pointless to think about, Cole. Me and the baby are safe, thanks to you. That's what important."

His eyes held a haunted look. He knew it was a close call no matter what she said. "Randy is with Erica."

"Here she is!" The nurse returned with a bundle of joy in her arms. "I'm sorry I can't let you hold her but take a good look." She leaned in closer and Phoebe saw her daughter for the first time. She had a full set of dark hair and when she opened her eyes, Phoebe saw intelligence and a knowing look. Her daughter was frightfully aware of her surroundings. "What are you going to name her?"

"I, uh." Phoebe glanced at Cole. It was his right as father and she was through denying him. "Go ahead, Cole. Name our daughter."

He smiled and warm feelings enveloped him. "Faith." The name said it all. He had faith in their love, faith that things would turn out alright, faith in everything. Phoebe agreed with the choice.

"I like it. Our little Faith."

Cole struggled to reach her and a goofy smile reached his face. He leaned in and kissed her, his true love. Perhaps everything would turn out right. After all...

"We belong together," Cole said. So true.

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