This Woman Needs
A/N: This story takes place in the future. Jason has married Phoebe and moved into the Halliwell Manor. He knows of the Charmed Ones and their secret.
I DISCLAIM! Please don't sue!
Phoebe sat at her desk, staring at the many pictures. There were ones of Prue, Patty, Victor, Piper, Leo, and Wyatt. There was also the one of her and Jason on their wedding day. The last one she glanced at was her twin daughters, Melina and Melyssa. She smiled before returning her attention to her wedding picture. "God, we looked so damn happy."
Jason still traveled for months on end. When he was home, he was the loving father and the attentive husband. Every time he had to leave, another argument erupted. Phoebe understood that he had to work, but she never understood why it had to be so far from her and the girls.
This woman who takes on the world
And picks up your shirts, keeps it together somehow
This same woman that melts with your touch
Wants you to feel what I'm feeling right now
Phoebe wondered if Jason still felt the same way. She wondered if he'd lost all his feelings, and traveled so much on purpose. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she laid her head on her desk. "Jason, I don't understand. Do you not love me anymore? I just wish I knew what was going on in your head?"
What Phoebe didn't realize was that when she laid her head down, she hit buttons on her phone. It dialed Jason's car phone, and he heard her sobbing breakdown. "I will always love you, baby. Don't worry, I'm coming home." He clicked off on the phone and sped his car up a little bit.
'Cause this woman needs
A safe place to land
The strength in your hands
To know you know
What this woman needs
Is somewhere to cry
So lay by my side
And I'll tell you, I'll tell you
Phoebe sat up, wiped her eyes, and said to herself, " Alright, enough. You've suffered through hell and back, literally. This marriage is not going to be ruined unless you let that happen. Be positive!"
Once she was sure she had composed herself enough, Phoebe stared at the next letter in her pile. Her column no had national syndication, making it almost as big as 'Dear Abby' or 'Ann Landers.' The next letter was a rough one.
Dear Phoebe,
I'm a 17 year old girl who is four months pregnant. What is the best way to tell my single father.
Signed,
Teen Parent
Phoebe looked at the letter, but she couldn't come up with any advice at all. Being distracted didn't help when she was trying to work. It was even worse that her distraction was her boss. This woman needs to be reassured
That my heart's your home, and love is what wills you to stay
I need you to see me in every light
And hear that you still think I'm beautiful anyway
Jason hadn't told her she was beautiful in so long. She wondered if she'd lost her looks since she had the girls. "Would he like me to change my looks? I don't know what to do anymore."
"You don't have to do anything, baby. I love you just the way you are." Jason's voice came form the doorway. "Come on, honey, let's go home. " Phoebe smiled and went obligingly. He was her boss after all.
'Cause this woman needs
A safe place to land
The strength in your hands
To know you know
What this woman needs
Is somewhere to cry
So lay by my side
And I'll tell you, I'll tell you
A/N: This story takes place in the future. Jason has married Phoebe and moved into the Halliwell Manor. He knows of the Charmed Ones and their secret.
I DISCLAIM! Please don't sue!
Phoebe sat at her desk, staring at the many pictures. There were ones of Prue, Patty, Victor, Piper, Leo, and Wyatt. There was also the one of her and Jason on their wedding day. The last one she glanced at was her twin daughters, Melina and Melyssa. She smiled before returning her attention to her wedding picture. "God, we looked so damn happy."
Jason still traveled for months on end. When he was home, he was the loving father and the attentive husband. Every time he had to leave, another argument erupted. Phoebe understood that he had to work, but she never understood why it had to be so far from her and the girls.
This woman who takes on the world
And picks up your shirts, keeps it together somehow
This same woman that melts with your touch
Wants you to feel what I'm feeling right now
Phoebe wondered if Jason still felt the same way. She wondered if he'd lost all his feelings, and traveled so much on purpose. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she laid her head on her desk. "Jason, I don't understand. Do you not love me anymore? I just wish I knew what was going on in your head?"
What Phoebe didn't realize was that when she laid her head down, she hit buttons on her phone. It dialed Jason's car phone, and he heard her sobbing breakdown. "I will always love you, baby. Don't worry, I'm coming home." He clicked off on the phone and sped his car up a little bit.
'Cause this woman needs
A safe place to land
The strength in your hands
To know you know
What this woman needs
Is somewhere to cry
So lay by my side
And I'll tell you, I'll tell you
Phoebe sat up, wiped her eyes, and said to herself, " Alright, enough. You've suffered through hell and back, literally. This marriage is not going to be ruined unless you let that happen. Be positive!"
Once she was sure she had composed herself enough, Phoebe stared at the next letter in her pile. Her column no had national syndication, making it almost as big as 'Dear Abby' or 'Ann Landers.' The next letter was a rough one.
Dear Phoebe,
I'm a 17 year old girl who is four months pregnant. What is the best way to tell my single father.
Signed,
Teen Parent
Phoebe looked at the letter, but she couldn't come up with any advice at all. Being distracted didn't help when she was trying to work. It was even worse that her distraction was her boss. This woman needs to be reassured
That my heart's your home, and love is what wills you to stay
I need you to see me in every light
And hear that you still think I'm beautiful anyway
Jason hadn't told her she was beautiful in so long. She wondered if she'd lost her looks since she had the girls. "Would he like me to change my looks? I don't know what to do anymore."
"You don't have to do anything, baby. I love you just the way you are." Jason's voice came form the doorway. "Come on, honey, let's go home. " Phoebe smiled and went obligingly. He was her boss after all.
'Cause this woman needs
A safe place to land
The strength in your hands
To know you know
What this woman needs
Is somewhere to cry
So lay by my side
And I'll tell you, I'll tell you