Phoebe slipped into her bed, letting the cool sheets comfort her, reviewing the events of the day. Her clock flashed 11:30pm, disturbing her thoughts. However, she couldn't get past how she ended things with Coop. He looked so hurt at what she had said, how his eyes had shimmered before her with a pained expression.

I was a little harsh, she reflected. He just came to do his job, but he manipulated how falling in love should be, and for that I can't forgive him. Love isn't supposed to be orchestrated, it is just supposed to be.

Feeling herself succumb to sleep, she tried to leave all her troubles in her consciousness, allowing her to dream freely.

Strong arms held Phoebe tightly in her bed, she felt herself relax into his embrace. She had a feeling of immense security and safety, one she had never felt before. Not even with Cole. He always had her on edge. Slowly, she turned around.

"I thought you'd never wake up." He smiled.

"Coop?" Phoebe widened her eyes in disbelief. "Coop?"

"It's nice to see you too, honey." Coop smiled, a little confused.

"Honey?" Phoebe repeated. Looking down, she suddenly felt very vulnerable. Grabbing the under-sheet from her bed, she covered herself and stepped away from the bed. "What are you doing? Why are we in bed?"

"I think you'd know by now." Coop teased, thinking she was just fooling around.

Phoebe stood stunned, unable to form words. Before either she or Coop could say anything else, a little girl clutching a teddy bear ran into the room.

"Mommy! Mommy!" She ran into Phoebe's arms.

"Mommy?" Phoebe whispered to herself. She had seen that girl before.

"Can daddy make pancakes now?" The little girl pleaded with a familiar puppy dog smile across her face.

"Daddy?" Phoebe followed the girl's gaze to Coop.

"Sure sweetie, just give mommy and daddy a minute." Coop instructed.

"Ok, daddy." She ran back out of the room just as quickly as she entered.

Phoebe watched her, even when she was gone. "Our daughter?"

"Of course." Coop replied, getting out of bed and putting on some pants.

"And we're… married?" Phoebe asked astounded once she glanced at the gold band around that very important finger.

"Yeah, for 7 years. Where you been?" Coop asked, noticing she looked distant. "What's going on?"

"I'm either dreaming or having a premonition." Phoebe muttered, suddenly confused on which option she'd prefer. I should be able to tell the difference, but I can't.

Phoebe looked at Coop, who appeared worried. "Maybe you just need some food inside you." He was obviously deaf to Phoebe's quiet comment. Taking her hand, he cupped his hands around her face, confidently kissing her. First kisses were never confident. She relaxed into his embrace, feeling the security she felt only moments before, though it felt much longer.

Opening her eyes, she returned to a dark, empty room. Her clock continued to flash 11:34pm.
Phoebe breathed. She knew tat dreams only happened during the morning phase. "I had a premonition."