A/N: Look like I got this chapter down faster than I thought. So anyways enjoy, and remember, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW. :)
Chapter Two: Growing Up
Five years had passed by, since Cole died. It'd been hard on Phoebe raising her son on her own as a widow. After Cole's death, Phoebe was considering giving up on the Penthouse, but she couldn't. Piper had tried to convince her to come back to the Manor and that it wasn't safe for Phoebe and Jr. to live at the Penthouse alone. But how could she give it up? That's Cole and her place. It's something they shared.
It's easier on her now that Jr. starting school. He is off to kindergarten. He was growing up so fast; it just seems like yesterday when she was still cradling him in her arms. She couldn't imagine her life without him. He is what keeps her motivated. He is what keeps her alive. Ever since he could walk and talk he have been so protective of her. Every time she's around strangers he would clutch to her hand, and stand in front of her, even if it were with his own family. It always made Phoebe smile. He had never done anything to displease her.
He would know when she's down to come and comfort her. Every night Phoebe would sob in her bed before she fell asleep. He would always walk into her room, and climb up her bed to hug her. But, he never questioned her why. All it mattered to him was to make his mother feel better, and it always does. He would always fall asleep on her. Sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night and carry him back to his bed, tuck him in, give him a kiss, and whisper, "I love you, baby" to his ear.
Poor little Jr. doesn't know who his father is. All he knows is that he has a loving mother. From time to time he would catch his mother staring at a picture of a man and her holding each other in a lovingly manner, and she would cry while looking at it. He doesn't know why, but he would sometimes stand in the door way and call out 'Mommy" before he entered. Phoebe would wave him over, pick him up and place him on her lap and shower him with kisses. He would wipe her tears away and get curious and asked, "Who's that man Mommy?" She looks at him and smiles then bring him closer to her and let him rest on her chest. She then would weep softly and he would cuddle up on her and falls asleep.
The day came; Jr. first day of school came. Phoebe was making breakfast, the only thing she could make was, scramble eggs. Usually they would go to the Manor. But on his first day, she would like for him to have his first actual homemade breakfast.
"Junior, your eggs are ready baby." Phoebe calls for him.
"Mommy, how do I look?" Junior came out dressed in a dark blue shirt with a black pair of pants. He reminded her so much about Cole, his mysterious blue eyes, wavy black hair, and his clothing. So much like Cole, he liked dark colours and only would wear dark colours.
"Well, don't you look handsome now?" Phoebe knells down to fix his collar. "Ok, eat your breakfast."
"Mommy, who's that man in the picture with you, that always makes you cry?" He repeated the previous night's question.
"He's is a very, very good friend of mine. Now how do you like my eggs?" Phoebe ignored the question.
"It's great, Mommy." He complimented her with a smile.
"So are you excited about your first day?" She asked.
"Uh huh. Are you going to be there with me?" He asked innocently.
"Oh, honey. I wish, but I can't." She looks apologetically at him.
"Why not?" She could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Aw, sweetie, because I have to go to work and I promise you, when you come back from school, we'll spend the rest of the day together. How does that sound?" Phoebe cleaned up the table.
"Ok, Mommy." Jr. said softly, he was hoping she would be there with him. He doesn't ever remember a day that he would be out of her sight. Now he has to spend half a day without her by his side, with people he doesn't know.
"Ok, go get your backpack." Phoebe speaks softly.
"I got it." He ran to the living room, and grabs his backpack from the couch. "I'm ready!"
"Let's go." Phoebe opens he front door for him
Gradually they walk hand-in-hand into the schoolyard; Junior's eyes start roaming the school ground, it was enormous to him. The school was crowded with little munchkins clutching their tiny hands onto their parents eagerly walking to their class. Some hung on to tightly to their parents' hands, like Jr., some just zoomed off excitedly running to their classes. Everywhere Phoebe and Jr. looked all of the kids had both parents bringing them to school on their first day. They wanted to share that moment of joy together.
Somehow it wasn't really much of a joy for Phoebe. Jr. could sense that Phoebe was feeling uncomfortable being there. She was all tensed up. Her hands were sweating.
"Mommy, why is your hand so wet?" Junior looked up curiously at her as they reach his class, Miss Xander, room 103.
"Huh? Uh, nothing honey, we're here." Phoebe snaps back out to reality.
"Hey!" I'm Miss Xander." A young woman, about in her mid twenties introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Phoebe Halliwell, and this is Cole Turner-Halliwell Jr. We call him Junior." Phoebe greeted.
"Well, nice to meet you Junior I'm you're teacher for the year, Miss Xander." She knell down and introducing herself again.
"Hi!" He shyly said, still grabbing hold of Phoebe's hand.
"Ok, I got to go now ok sweetie? I'll see you when I pick you up. Be good okay?" Phoebe says sweetly.
"Yes, mommy!" He answers obediently.
"All right. I love you." She kissed him.
"I love you too." He waved her goodbye.
Leisurely walk out of the school, the thought of seeing other kids *parents* still bothers her. What if when he gets home he starts questioning about his own father? What will she tell him? How can she tell a little boy he doesn't have a father? How can she tell him, his father is dead? How can she tell him, she's the one responsible for his death? God! Only if Cole were sill alive, and not evil, it would be so much easier!
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So, what do you think of this chapter so far, should I continue or not? If yes,Chapter Three: Questions and Answers, is up next week.
Chapter Two: Growing Up
Five years had passed by, since Cole died. It'd been hard on Phoebe raising her son on her own as a widow. After Cole's death, Phoebe was considering giving up on the Penthouse, but she couldn't. Piper had tried to convince her to come back to the Manor and that it wasn't safe for Phoebe and Jr. to live at the Penthouse alone. But how could she give it up? That's Cole and her place. It's something they shared.
It's easier on her now that Jr. starting school. He is off to kindergarten. He was growing up so fast; it just seems like yesterday when she was still cradling him in her arms. She couldn't imagine her life without him. He is what keeps her motivated. He is what keeps her alive. Ever since he could walk and talk he have been so protective of her. Every time she's around strangers he would clutch to her hand, and stand in front of her, even if it were with his own family. It always made Phoebe smile. He had never done anything to displease her.
He would know when she's down to come and comfort her. Every night Phoebe would sob in her bed before she fell asleep. He would always walk into her room, and climb up her bed to hug her. But, he never questioned her why. All it mattered to him was to make his mother feel better, and it always does. He would always fall asleep on her. Sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night and carry him back to his bed, tuck him in, give him a kiss, and whisper, "I love you, baby" to his ear.
Poor little Jr. doesn't know who his father is. All he knows is that he has a loving mother. From time to time he would catch his mother staring at a picture of a man and her holding each other in a lovingly manner, and she would cry while looking at it. He doesn't know why, but he would sometimes stand in the door way and call out 'Mommy" before he entered. Phoebe would wave him over, pick him up and place him on her lap and shower him with kisses. He would wipe her tears away and get curious and asked, "Who's that man Mommy?" She looks at him and smiles then bring him closer to her and let him rest on her chest. She then would weep softly and he would cuddle up on her and falls asleep.
The day came; Jr. first day of school came. Phoebe was making breakfast, the only thing she could make was, scramble eggs. Usually they would go to the Manor. But on his first day, she would like for him to have his first actual homemade breakfast.
"Junior, your eggs are ready baby." Phoebe calls for him.
"Mommy, how do I look?" Junior came out dressed in a dark blue shirt with a black pair of pants. He reminded her so much about Cole, his mysterious blue eyes, wavy black hair, and his clothing. So much like Cole, he liked dark colours and only would wear dark colours.
"Well, don't you look handsome now?" Phoebe knells down to fix his collar. "Ok, eat your breakfast."
"Mommy, who's that man in the picture with you, that always makes you cry?" He repeated the previous night's question.
"He's is a very, very good friend of mine. Now how do you like my eggs?" Phoebe ignored the question.
"It's great, Mommy." He complimented her with a smile.
"So are you excited about your first day?" She asked.
"Uh huh. Are you going to be there with me?" He asked innocently.
"Oh, honey. I wish, but I can't." She looks apologetically at him.
"Why not?" She could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Aw, sweetie, because I have to go to work and I promise you, when you come back from school, we'll spend the rest of the day together. How does that sound?" Phoebe cleaned up the table.
"Ok, Mommy." Jr. said softly, he was hoping she would be there with him. He doesn't ever remember a day that he would be out of her sight. Now he has to spend half a day without her by his side, with people he doesn't know.
"Ok, go get your backpack." Phoebe speaks softly.
"I got it." He ran to the living room, and grabs his backpack from the couch. "I'm ready!"
"Let's go." Phoebe opens he front door for him
Gradually they walk hand-in-hand into the schoolyard; Junior's eyes start roaming the school ground, it was enormous to him. The school was crowded with little munchkins clutching their tiny hands onto their parents eagerly walking to their class. Some hung on to tightly to their parents' hands, like Jr., some just zoomed off excitedly running to their classes. Everywhere Phoebe and Jr. looked all of the kids had both parents bringing them to school on their first day. They wanted to share that moment of joy together.
Somehow it wasn't really much of a joy for Phoebe. Jr. could sense that Phoebe was feeling uncomfortable being there. She was all tensed up. Her hands were sweating.
"Mommy, why is your hand so wet?" Junior looked up curiously at her as they reach his class, Miss Xander, room 103.
"Huh? Uh, nothing honey, we're here." Phoebe snaps back out to reality.
"Hey!" I'm Miss Xander." A young woman, about in her mid twenties introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Phoebe Halliwell, and this is Cole Turner-Halliwell Jr. We call him Junior." Phoebe greeted.
"Well, nice to meet you Junior I'm you're teacher for the year, Miss Xander." She knell down and introducing herself again.
"Hi!" He shyly said, still grabbing hold of Phoebe's hand.
"Ok, I got to go now ok sweetie? I'll see you when I pick you up. Be good okay?" Phoebe says sweetly.
"Yes, mommy!" He answers obediently.
"All right. I love you." She kissed him.
"I love you too." He waved her goodbye.
Leisurely walk out of the school, the thought of seeing other kids *parents* still bothers her. What if when he gets home he starts questioning about his own father? What will she tell him? How can she tell a little boy he doesn't have a father? How can she tell him, his father is dead? How can she tell him, she's the one responsible for his death? God! Only if Cole were sill alive, and not evil, it would be so much easier!
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So, what do you think of this chapter so far, should I continue or not? If yes,Chapter Three: Questions and Answers, is up next week.