Title: Baby's First Christmas
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of the characters used in my story. They belong to the creators.
Spoilers: None
Pairing(s): Phoebe/Cole
Summary: Phoebe and Cole are about to celebrate their son's first Christmas but their relationship isn't going as smoothly as they'd like.
A/N : Okay, this is my first ever FanFic and this idea came to me in a dream and I just kind of expanded on it. I know its not the best but I'm looking to improve so constructive criticism is very much welcome. I'm going to be honest and say I'm not totally sure where this story is going. If I get enough reviews and people enjoy it then I'll carry on with it. I've got ideas for a couple more chapters but any ideas you might have are welcome.
Thanks for reading and please review.
It was Christmas Eve and P3 was pretty busy. The dance floor was crowded, people were queuing at the bar and more or less all the seats were full. Phoebe and Cole were sat in the little VIP area that was always cordoned off for the Halliwell sisters, and it seemed they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
"Ugh, I wish they'd get a room." Groaned Paige as she turned to see them in the midst of a make-out session, Cole's hand sliding up Phoebe's slender thigh, beneath her dress slightly. She rolled her eyes, turning to Piper and picked up her drink, sipping the mineral water through a straw.
"Oh Paige, give them a break. They barely get any time to themselves anymore what with work, the baby and demons. It's nice to see them so in love." Piper replied, smiling a little as she looked over at the couple who were now talking, flirting no doubt.
As she looked towards them, Phoebe stood, straightening out her black dress, her hand clasped in Cole's and began walking towards her two sisters.
"Cole and I are going to head back to the manor. Baby's first Christmas tomorrow and we don't want to be tired." She said with a smile and Piper and Paige nodded. She leant down and kissed each of them on the cheek as she told Piper that she'd pay the babysitter and let her go home and take Wyatt's baby monitor into her and Cole's room. And with that, the two of them left.
It had been 7 months now since Phoebe had given birth to her and Cole's first child, Benjamin Victor Halliwell-Turner. About a month later, Piper gave birth to Wyatt Matthew Halliwell and since then life had just seemed to pass by in a blur. After 3 months, Phoebe had returned to work at The Bay Mirror and her popularity had soared once more so she'd been spreading herself pretty thinly and Cole had decided to return to Jack McCarter and Kline as an attorney so between them working, fighting demon's and looking after little Ben they barely got any time to themselves. So tonight was their night off and it was evidently overdue.
Cole's silver BMW sat in the car park and the two climbed in, still laughing and flirting. They pulled out, away from P3 and Cole took Phoebe's hand in his own, the other on the steering wheel and kissed her palm. She blushed a little, feeling like a teenager on her first date rather than a woman who was married with a child. Word's couldn't describe how much he meant to her and although they'd had their problems in the past, Cole had successfully managed to suppress his demon half and now helped the Charmed One's defeat evil with his powers.
He parked the car on the drive and the couple entered the manor, still teasing one another but in hushed voices so not to wake the babies. Phoebe paid the babysitter, a girl who lived just down the street and more or less as soon as she'd left, pounced on Cole, pushing him upstairs, kissing him fervently with Wyatt's baby monitor in her hand.
"We should take more time off." She said, breathlessly as the two reached their bedroom.
Cole moaned in agreement as he ran a hand through her soft, dark hair. "Definitely."
By this time, Cole had lifted her so her legs were wrapped around his waist and his hand was pressed against her back to support her. He had to reach behind him to open the bedroom door and as he did Phoebe's finger pressed against his lips in a shushing motion. They closed the door, looking towards the cot that was assembled in the corner of the room as Ben stirred in his sleep. Phoebe was sure he was going to waken but he just seemed to drop back off to sleep as if he knew his parents needed a little bit of time to themselves.
They fell onto the bed, still trying to be as quiet as possible but it proved to be quite difficult since they just couldn't get enough of each other and not quick enough.
Within minutes, their clothes were on the floor, the lights were all turned out and all that gave them away were the gentle moans that were coming from the bed.
It didn't take long as they both had so much love built up for one another and soon, Cole was lay with his head close to Phoebe's stomach, her fingers running through his smooth hair. Both were breathing heavily, Phoebe sat up against the headboard of the bed with a pillow behind her back whilst Cole ran his fingers over her skin gently, tickling her in a way that was sort of therapeutic to her.
"Wow." He said with a small laugh, looking up at her, his fingers now running across her stomach. He noticed it was slightly swollen but decided not to mention anything. That was definitely something that would spoil the playful mood they were both in. Besides, he loved how she was so petite and tiny next to his large masculine frame yet she was still curvy and womanly. A little more weight was definitely not a problem for him.
She noticed his eyes fixed on her stomach and she immediately slipped down under the covers. "What?" She asked defensively, pulling the bed sheets up to her neck.
"Nothing, I was just thinking how beautiful you look." He said quietly, confused at her sudden change of mood.
"Hmm." She replied moodily, grabbing the baby monitor that had just been left on the bed after they came into the room and putting it on the bedside cabinet. She stood up and grabbed a lilac silk night dress from the chest of drawers next to the bad, still holding the bed covers around the front of her body. Slipping it over her head, she crawled back into bed, lying down with her back to Cole as if she was going to sleep.
Lately she'd been pretty uptight when it came to her body. She'd been insisting on having the lights turned out when ever they were getting intimate and she was wearing baggier clothes on her torso. He hadn't pushed the subject, it was just something he'd noticed but it hadn't really bothered him until now.
He clambered out of bed next, grabbing his boxers and a pair of sweatpants that were folded neatly on the chair and slipping them on. He climbed in bed again and pulled her close against him, his hand resting on her stomach. She immediately grabbed it in her own and placed it on her leg instead, her fingers locked with his still in an affectionate gesture.
It wasn't his fault that she was being this way but she just had some thinking to do.
"I love you." He whispered into her ear, kissing her neck gently. "Merry Christmas." He said as the alarm clock that was on her cabinet blared the numbers '12:06 pm' at him.
She didn't say anything but she gave his hand a quick squeeze as they both lay down as if to sleep.
Neither of them slept much that night though.