Chapter 1: Trouble Awakened
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"Now, baby." Phoebe said, "You have to wear a tux!"
"It doesn't look good on me." Cole argued.
"It's a formal dinner!" she protested, "Besides, you should be glad Prue even invited you."
There was an upcoming awards ceremony and Prue Halliwell was supposed to be getting an award. After a few days of begging the oldest sister finally gave in to the youngest and let Cole come.
"You know as well as I do that she doesn't want me there." Cole told Phoebe, "Do I have to go?"
"Stop whining!" she said while fixing his tuxedo, "I'd hate for this insistent whining to be a preview of what our children will be like."
"Children?" the word had come as a shock to him, he had never actually thought about it.
"Yes Cole, kids. I love you and want to be with you forever. AND forever means through the parenting stage too." She pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears and continued, "Some day I want to be a mommy and that means you will have to be a daddy."
"Kids?" Cole repeated, still shocked, "What if it results in a miniature Belthazor?"
"Cole, that can't happen." She stated simply, "You can live without being Belthazor, and besides he-or she- will be even less of a demon then," Cole interrupted by moving in and kissing her. "Than you." She finished her sentence before returning the kiss. She giggled and kissed him over and over.
Prue walked in and jumped at the site of Cole and Phoebe making out on the floor, "Oh!" she cried out, "Your going to get that tuxedo dirty!"
Cole looked up from his position on the floor, and nearly on top of Phoebe. "Does that mean I have to wear it?"
Phoebe propped herself up by leaning on her elbow and said, "Oh you're wearing it."
Prue rolled her eyes and left the room.
"Don't make me!" Cole protested.
"You're wearing it."
"No."
"Yes."
Cole never did end up wearing that tuxedo to the banquet. Phoebe gave in.
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Prue, Piper, Leo, Phoebe, and even Cole had a good time at the dinner. They laughed and joked the whole time. Cole actually felt like he was beginning to fit in with 'the family.'
He sat back in his chair and realized just how precious Phoebe was to him. Not only did he love her, but she changed his life around for the better and forever.
"Cole." Phoebe said, "Cole!" she waved her hand in front of his face. "The dinner is over. Time to go. Piper, Leo, and Prue are waiting outside."
He turned to face her, "Sorry, I kind of zoned out, that's all."
Phoebe smiled and sat down on his lap. "So did you have a good time?"
"Actually, Phoebe, I did." He said with a smile. He looked around, seeing other people still there he said, "Hey, it's not over."
"No but Prue already got her award, it's late, and we're ALL tired!"
Cole sighed, the night was over. He continued to look around at the people who were still there.
Then he saw her. The familiar face that stuck out of the crowd like a sore, very sore, thumb. That firey red hair, those brilliant green eyes, who could miss them? Renherina was her name. But he had called her Ren for those long terrible years.
"What's wrong?" Phoebe asked noticing his concern.
"Nothing." Cole said sternly, his eyes still fixed on the demoness. For a moment she looked at him and their eyes locked. "No." Cole said swinging his head away, "We have to leave." He stood up, sending Phoebe falling. He caught her. "Sorry." He whispered and walked briskly towards the exit.
Phoebe stood there for a second, bewildered, but soon followed him.
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"Now, baby." Phoebe said, "You have to wear a tux!"
"It doesn't look good on me." Cole argued.
"It's a formal dinner!" she protested, "Besides, you should be glad Prue even invited you."
There was an upcoming awards ceremony and Prue Halliwell was supposed to be getting an award. After a few days of begging the oldest sister finally gave in to the youngest and let Cole come.
"You know as well as I do that she doesn't want me there." Cole told Phoebe, "Do I have to go?"
"Stop whining!" she said while fixing his tuxedo, "I'd hate for this insistent whining to be a preview of what our children will be like."
"Children?" the word had come as a shock to him, he had never actually thought about it.
"Yes Cole, kids. I love you and want to be with you forever. AND forever means through the parenting stage too." She pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears and continued, "Some day I want to be a mommy and that means you will have to be a daddy."
"Kids?" Cole repeated, still shocked, "What if it results in a miniature Belthazor?"
"Cole, that can't happen." She stated simply, "You can live without being Belthazor, and besides he-or she- will be even less of a demon then," Cole interrupted by moving in and kissing her. "Than you." She finished her sentence before returning the kiss. She giggled and kissed him over and over.
Prue walked in and jumped at the site of Cole and Phoebe making out on the floor, "Oh!" she cried out, "Your going to get that tuxedo dirty!"
Cole looked up from his position on the floor, and nearly on top of Phoebe. "Does that mean I have to wear it?"
Phoebe propped herself up by leaning on her elbow and said, "Oh you're wearing it."
Prue rolled her eyes and left the room.
"Don't make me!" Cole protested.
"You're wearing it."
"No."
"Yes."
Cole never did end up wearing that tuxedo to the banquet. Phoebe gave in.
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Prue, Piper, Leo, Phoebe, and even Cole had a good time at the dinner. They laughed and joked the whole time. Cole actually felt like he was beginning to fit in with 'the family.'
He sat back in his chair and realized just how precious Phoebe was to him. Not only did he love her, but she changed his life around for the better and forever.
"Cole." Phoebe said, "Cole!" she waved her hand in front of his face. "The dinner is over. Time to go. Piper, Leo, and Prue are waiting outside."
He turned to face her, "Sorry, I kind of zoned out, that's all."
Phoebe smiled and sat down on his lap. "So did you have a good time?"
"Actually, Phoebe, I did." He said with a smile. He looked around, seeing other people still there he said, "Hey, it's not over."
"No but Prue already got her award, it's late, and we're ALL tired!"
Cole sighed, the night was over. He continued to look around at the people who were still there.
Then he saw her. The familiar face that stuck out of the crowd like a sore, very sore, thumb. That firey red hair, those brilliant green eyes, who could miss them? Renherina was her name. But he had called her Ren for those long terrible years.
"What's wrong?" Phoebe asked noticing his concern.
"Nothing." Cole said sternly, his eyes still fixed on the demoness. For a moment she looked at him and their eyes locked. "No." Cole said swinging his head away, "We have to leave." He stood up, sending Phoebe falling. He caught her. "Sorry." He whispered and walked briskly towards the exit.
Phoebe stood there for a second, bewildered, but soon followed him.