NOTE: Assume the toddlers are now two years old, Cole Jr. is a month older then Wyatt. I am having trouble trying to show which Cole is which so I may start calling the young one C.J. or various other nicknames. They will change from time to time so that one doesn't get annoying. End of rambling…sqeee!

"No, no…. oh no…" moaned Paige as she carefully picked her way through the destroyed kitchen of the Halliwell Manor.

Food littered the entire floor; anything from potion herbs to the milk and eggs Piper had just bought the day before caked the walls and counters. Sitting innocently in the center of the wrecked kitchen was the one and only… Cole Junior. Paige towered over him angrily, causing his bottom lip to waver in fear.

"What did you do?" she scolded.

Cole let rip with an upset wail, his gray eyes wide as he held up his arms and jumped up and down in place. Paige sighed and carefully picked up the egg-covered boy, grabbing a dish towel and mussing up his dark brown hair a she tried to remove whatever food he had in it; after she had place him on a herb/something unknown layered counter.

The wail had caused Wyatt, playing with his toys in the sunroom, to giggle before orbing into the mess. Paige groaned as she looked at both of the dirty boys, both smiling and giggling now. Phoebe, hearing a wail from her son, ran into the kitchen…nearly falling on the slick floor.

"What the-"

"Phoebe! Children on deck." Paige interrupted, gesturing to the two beaming boys.

Phoebe muttered under her breath before she made her way to Cole, who was smiling and laughing on top of the counter. Paige got out of her way, stooping to the floor to pick up the blonde-headed Wyatt.

As Paige exited the kitchen to wash her nephew, Cole shimmered in looking worried (having heard his son's distressed wail). He was about to ask what was wrong when his concerned face turned into one of bewilderment. He slowly made his way to his son and wife, the latter trying to calm the hyper youngster.

"Phoebe, please tell me Cole didn't do this." He asked in a hushed tone, though the anger was evident in his attitude.

Phoebe shrugged and glanced down at the sweet boy, he was so adorable and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was going to grow and be as good looking as his father and brother. She wanted to cuddle him, but restrained herself because she knew she shouldn't encourage the trashing of a house.

"You don't know?" he continued, whispering.

"Well Wyatt was in here when I came in." she whispered back.

"So the Angel's kid is as bad as-"

"Cole, please don't start, okay? Let's just tell our son that what he did was bad and send him on his way."

Cole scowled before pulling away from Phoebe and turning to face his son. The young Cole immediately brightened up even more, reaching up towards his father. Cole tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't help but sigh and pick up his son. He held him tightly before kissing the top of his head and telling him, "Alright, Young King Cole, you know what you did right?"

The toddler nodded solemnly.

"What are you going to do about it?" continued Cole, firmly but softly.

"Tell Aunt Piper and Paige sorry." He answered quietly.

"Good boy, now get going." Cole finished, placing his boy on the ground and smiling when he saw him taking off quickly to play. Phoebe, arms folded across her chest, walked over to Cole and wrapped her arms around him. She laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

"You are so harsh." She kidded, swatting his shoulder before he hugged her tightly with a grin on his handsome face.

Two hours later, Paige and Phoebe emerged exhausted from the kitchen, now spic and span. Cole, sitting in the sunroom with the boys, looked up and smiled.

"Everything good now?" he asked.

"Yeah, Piper should be home soon but we stocked it up pretty well and cleaned everything up." Phoebe claimed as she sat on the bench, exhausted.

"King Cole here wanted to say something to you Paige." Cole suddenly said after a silent moment of the adults watching the kids interact with each other.

Paige raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh really?" before stooping down to face the toddler.

"I'm sorry for making a mess, Aunt Paige." He apologized before giving her a Cole Turner trademark smile.

Paige sighed and gave her nephew a kiss on his forehead before saying, "That's okay C.J."

Cole raised his eyebrows at Phoebe and smirked. He mouthed; "C.J.?" and she shrugged. Cole chuckled before grabbing C.J. from behind and turning him upside down, causing him to giggle. Cole turned him upright and glanced at Wyatt, who shook his head and shrieked with laughter trying to outrun the demon's outstretched arms. Cole was faster though, for he grabbed Wyatt and tickled him till the boy had tears in his eyes.

Paige and Phoebe watched Cole interact with the children with matching smiles of satisfaction and happiness… Cole was a great father and Paige had even admitted it to Phoebe one night at dinner while he was at work at the firm.

"I'm home!" Piper called out as she entered the Manor.

"We're in the sunroom!" Paige called back, taking a seat next to Phoebe on the bench as they continued to watch Cole and the boys play with blocks and trucks. Cole stretched out and lay on his side, ignoring the fact he may rumple his expensive suit while C.J. and Wyatt crawled over and around him as they continued playing with their trucks.

Piper entered the room and gave everyone a toothy grin. She chuckled when Wyatt hopped up and rushed towards her to giver her a hug.

"Hey Wy'!" she exclaimed as she knelt down to receive her son's hug.

"Mom, Cole made a mess in the kitchen today!" snitched Wyatt, thinking everyone would be pleased.

Piper immediately turned on Cole and asked, "What does he mean Cole? Did you mess my kitchen up?"

Cole held up his hands as if surrendering, pushing himself upright so that he was in a sitting position. He tried to stand up but C.J. thought he could just plop down in his father's lap while he continued to play with his toys.

"Cole?" she demanded.

Both Cole Junior and Senior glanced up nervously.

"It wasn't me," protested the adult Cole, "It was the little guy. But it doesn't matter; everything is back to normal and fine. King Cole here wanted to say something to you too, Piper."

"I'm sorry Aunt Piper." The tot mumbled.

Piper sighed and shook her head. She knelt down in front of the scared toddler and hugged him, despite the fact he was still sitting on Cole's lap.

"It's okay. So long as everything is back to normal I forgive you." Piper murmured to her dark haired nephew.

Everyone let out a collected sigh of relief; Piper laughed and entered the kitchen leaving everyone where she had found them. Cole gave Phoebe an annoyed look and she looked at him confused.

"What?" she asked.

"Your nephew just tattled." He claimed.

"We know Cole, we were all here for it, big deal." Quipped Paige sarcastically.

Cole scowled and nudged C.J. off his lap. He shook his head and leaned down to kiss his son before pecking his wife on her cheek. He looked deep into her eyes as he held her hand tightly in his before he let go and shimmered out. C.J. started to fuss when his father disappeared, then shimmered out after him.

Phoebe jumped of the couch alarmed and shouted out, "Coleridge Matthew Halliwell get back here now!"

Cole shimmered back into the Manor frowning, holding the squirming child. He placed him on the floor and shimmered out again. Phoebe sighed and picked up C.J. quickly so that he wouldn't attempt to escape again, muttering, "Time for bed little man."

Phoebe lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling; C.J. had curled up against her body, her arm wrapped around his small frame while her hand stroked his hair as he slept peacefully. Cole shimmered into the dark room, assuming Phoebe would be asleep and C.J. would be in his little cot across the room.

"Cole?" Phoebe called out softly.

Cole flinched, before whirling around and noticing that his wife and son were curled up in bed. He gave her a dimpled smile as he moved closer to the bed, leaning down and kissing her on the lips before running a hand through his son's hair and planting a gentle kiss on his wrinkled forehead.

"Hey…" he whispered softly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her.

"What were you doing Cole? I was worried."

"I went back to work, Phoebe. My long unscheduled break had to be explained."

"Oh…" she murmured.

"Yeah…" he whispered back before standing to exit the room.

"Where are you going now?" she questioned.

"To wash up before going to bed…Phoebe is something wrong?" he asked quietly, stopping in his tracks before he reached the bedroom door.

Phoebe opened her mouth to respond but stopped when Cain shimmered into their bedroom, swaying slightly. Cain looked around laughed and shimmered out. Cole, eyebrows furrowed looked back at Phoebe perplexed before concentrating on Cain's location and shimmering out to follow him.

Cole took in his surroundings immediately, always on alert for bounty hunters that wanted the powers, fame and strength that came with his serving his head to the Source. Cole found himself in his old penthouse; it was Cain's place now ever since Cole moved into the Manor with C.J.

"Cain?" Cole called out into the dark apartment, taking a few tentative steps forward. A bright red flash appeared, emerging from it Cain. Cain stepped forward, a silly grin on his handsome face.

"Dad? Hey! What's the matter?" he asked, words slurred.

"Shit, Cain, were you drinking?" Cole asked fiercely as scuttled forward and aided Cain onto the couch. Cain chuckled and reached up childishly to touch Cole's face. Cole swatted his hand away before gently pushing Cain onto his back.

"Nah…maybe one…okay perhaps it was…nah, it was- well to tell the truth after the fifth one I kinda lost count…" rambled Cain quietly as he settled into the couch.

"Why? What's the matter with you? We could have a demon attack at any second, you should be prepared!" Cole demanded, though it was still in a hushed stern tone.

"I got dumped." Cain answered before sniggering.

"Oh, Cain-" Cole started, he wanted to lecture the young man but he remembered what had happened to him when he and Phoebe had not broke up, but had a small separation months after Cole Junior had been born…Cole wound up spending the night in a warehouse drunk.

"…Never mind." Cole finished lamely, pulling off Cain's second shoe and tossing it to the ground.

Cain mumbled before drifting off to sleep. Cole sighed and loosened his tie, running a hand over his tired face before shimmering back into Phoebe's bedroom, where she had sat up and waited…Cole Junior still fast asleep in her arms.

"Everything okay?" she asked as Cole made his way to the bed.

"S'fine. He was just dumped is all." Cole explained blandly before turning the lamp off and turning on his side to sleep.

TBC…