Phoebe tossed and turned uncomfortably in her bed. She couldn't sleep, and she hadn't slept in days.
"What's wrong?" Cole rubbed his eyes wearily and placed an arm around his wife.
"The dream again. It's in black and white, what if it's--"
"It's not a premonition, you don't get those at night when you're sleeping. You've just got to relax. If not you, for the baby." Cole reached his arm around Phoebe's waist and rubbed her protruding belly.
"I know, I know." Phoebe sat up completely and felt over the bed for her slippers. "I'm going to get some water. Go back to sleep." Cole smiled at his wife and rolled over, preparing to fall asleep. Phoebe walked rather silently across the hardwood floors of their large penthouse. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a small glass of water. She drank it all in one fell swoop. She placed the glass carefully in the sink then seated herself in one of the bar stools. She placed her head in her hands then proceeded to rest her head on the bar. She stayed like that for a moment, thinking about her dream. It was the same one every night, the one that made her wake up in a cold sweat. She couldn't tell Cole what it was about, she had to lie because in the dream, Cole was what she was afraid of. In the dream their baby boy was born. Phoebe held him in her arms and ran. He sisters were gone, Leo was gone, she was totally alone except for the small child in her arms. He cried a little but other than that was utterly silent. Phoebe ran furiously but it was no use, he was too fast. Cole approached them quickly along with another man. Both men asked for the baby. Phoebe was against a wall, she had nowhere to go. Cole reached for the child but rather than grabbing the baby, a ball of fire escaped from his hand turning the baby to ash. Phoebe always woke up then. The dream terrified her; most of all because she didn't think it was a dream. It felt like premonition and it looked like a premonition. Phoebe rose from the stool and crept quietly to the nursery Cole had fashioned. It was green with trains lining the top edges of the wall. Phoebe walked over to a large wooden rocking chair and sat down. She placed her hand on her stomach and rocked gently.
"Don't worry sweetie, no one will get you, mommy won't let them."
The next morning Cole was surprised to find Phoebe's half of the bed empty. He got up quickly and searched the house. He found her asleep in the rocking chair in the nursery. He walked over to her and gently kissed her forehead.
"You awake baby?" Cole brushed the hair away from her squinting eyes. Phoebe yawned weakly.
"What time is it?"
"Almost six. I've got to get ready for work. Are you okay?" Cole helped Phoebe out of the rocker.
"Yeah, I'm going to make some breakfast, do you want something?"
"Whatever." Cole kissed Phoebe again and headed towards the bedroom for a shower.
Phoebe dressed quickly and cooked a small batch of scrambled eggs. They ate quickly and Cole prepared to leave.
"Are you working today?" Cole sorted his files into his briefcase and looked up at Phoebe waiting for a reply.
"Yeah, I have to finish this weeks column."
"Just try not to overextend yourself, okay?" Cole walked over to Phoebe and kissed her tenderly. He then wrapped one arm around her waist and lowered his head to her round stomach. He lifted up her shirt and kissed her naked belly. Immediately, Phoebe was in another world. It was the dream, but it was different. They were at the manor, her sisters, Leo, Cole, and Phoebe. Cole was apart from them, holding a knife menacingly. A third man appeared, he was dressed in white, and he asked for the baby. Cole, angered by the mans request stabbed him in the stomach, then hurled a fireball at Piper and Paige. He hit Piper in the neck; she fell to the floor motionless. Leo rushed over to her, as did Paige, leaving Phoebe and Cole to face each other.
"Give me the baby Phoebe. I must raise him as he should be raised. He is evil, he has to know that." Cole walked towards Phoebe confidently, and Phoebe backed away. Cole raised his hand and called the baby to him. The baby floated out of Phoebe's hands and into Cole's arms. "That was too easy Phoebe." Phoebe lunged towards Cole but was met with equal resistance on Cole's side. The third man, the man in white rose from the floor and grabbed the child from Cole.
"I will protect him witch." Phoebe nodded as if to silently agree. The man in white was about to orb out when Cole shot him a fireball, burning the man and their son." A loud 'NO' escaped Phoebe's mouth as she reached for her child, who remained as nothing but a pile of ash.
"Oops" Cole said maliciously with a sly grin on his face. Phoebe snapped out of the premonition. She was cold and clammy and somehow she was on the couch.
"Phoebe, are you okay?" Cole was hovering above her with a damp rag in his hand. He appeared worried.
"I'm...I'm fine." She sat up quickly.
"I'm not going to work today and neither are you." Cole put his arm around her.
"Yes you are. Listen, Cole I'm fine. Really. I'm just a little tired that's all. I'm going to bed now, okay?" Cole looked at her skeptically.
"Are you sure that's all it is. You didn't have a premonition did you?"
"No, I just blacked out for a minute. Really Cole, I'm okay." Cole, after putting his wife to bed, reluctantly went to work. Phoebe immediately sat up and went to the manor; she needed to see her sisters.