Author's Note: I know, REALLY short chapter, blame it on my muse, she stopped working.
After they had made sure Phoebe was comfortable, Piper and Paige left to go shopping. Once alone in the house, Phoebe locked her bedroom door. She didn't want anyone to walk in on what she was about to do. She knelt down and fished out the chest that held her most cherished and secret possessions from under her bed. It was her mother's and Grams had given it to her when she was six or seven years old. She loved it for its many compartments and smooth, burnished wood. Over the years, gifts and pictures of past boyfriends, as well as favorite celebrities had replaced childhood dolls and seashells from the beach. Now the chest held photos of her husband and family. Her fingers brushed across the secret compartment that only a key could open. Opening this would be like opening a Pandora's box of emotions. After a few minutes of searching, she finally found the key and unlocked the secret chamber. Pausing to prepare for the flood of emotions that were sure to come, Phoebe opened it. Inside this hidden compartment were things she had kept in remembrance for the baby she lost. There was a baby name book, a small teddy bear, and even a deflated blue balloon that read, 'It's a boy!' Her eyes laid on a black and white picture, it was of her baby's sonogram when Phoebe had gone to the doctor for her first ultrasound. She stared at it for at least ten minutes as silent tears trickled down her cheeks. Picking up the stuffed bear and clutching it to her chest, she mumbled aloud, "I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry." Tears anew masked her face as she sadly rubbed her stomach. Phoebe longed to be pregnant again, to feel a little life growing inside her. She rose from the bed, grabbing one of the small, round throw pillows from the chair. After stuffing it under her shirt, she stood in front of her full-length mirror, tenderly caressing the bulge it had created. She broke down crying once more. Pulling out the pillow, Phoebe climbed back onto her bed, searching through the chest once more. Her fingers came in contact with a small, flat box. With trembling hands, Phoebe pulled it from the confines of the chest and opened it with painstaking slowness, trying not to tear the thin tissue paper.
Author's Note: What could be in the box? Please review!