Growing Part 3:
Phoebe – The screw up?

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Phoebe approached Cole. She couldn't help but giggle about his attempts to tie his tie.
"Here... let me help you"
"I'll never get that..."
Cole admitted. Phoebe smiled a little
"That and how to open bras..."
Cole rolled his eyes
"What? I'm right!"
"Yes you are... and I know that... I just... can't believe how you can bring the easiest topics onto the topic of sex..."
"Oooh that's very easy"
She said and kissed him passionately
"Mommy, mommy!"
Yelled a little, light brown haired boy, running into the room. Phoebe slowly pulled away from Cole, to let him handle the rest of his tie himself. She knelt down in front of the little boy
"Heeey... morning..."
"You memember what's todai?"
"Yes... I know that today's museum day"
"And you come?"
"I promised, didn't I?"
"Buuuut you wewe busi lateli"
"Benny... I promised I'd take the day off to go along with you and your group... and so I did."
Phoebe told him
"Yay!"
Benjamin Turner yelled and ran out. Phoebe shook her head as she got up again
"He's so cute"
She said smiling
"Yes he is... and even though he's the only boy of our kids he's the one looking most like you... so no wonder he's cute"
Phoebe tried to suppress a grin
"I love you as well"
Phoebe mumbled as Cole moved with her back to the bed and let them both fall on the bed, starting to make out
"Moooooooooom!"
Emma yelled. Phoebe sighted and pushed Cole off of her
"Daaaaaaaaaad"
The yell from Emily, Emma's twin sister followed
"Hey, hey, hey, stop it!"
Cole yelled, looking at them
"What's wrong here?"
Phoebe asked
"Emily stole my barrette!"
"That's cause Emma broke mine!"
Phoebe sighted deeply
"Emily, give your sister that hair band... whatever back..."
"But dad... she's not even planning on wearing it today"
"You didn't let me finish, now did you?"
Cole asked her. Emily looked down
"You can have one of mine today... and tomorrow we'll go shopping and then Emma will buy you a new barrette from her pocket money"
"But mom!"
"When you broke it, you have to get her a new one, Emma"
"You're stupid!"
Emma said to Emily grabbing her barrette back from her twin sister
"Hey!"
Cole called after her, as she was about to leave the room
"What's wrong now!"
He asked as Emma turned around again
"She stole my barrette and gets to wear one of mom's... how's that fair!"
"Fine... then you get what you want as well... but you two realize, that this is a one time shooter, understand?"
The two completely same looking girls smiled and ran to the bed kissing their mom's cheeks and then ran out again
"And where are my kisses?"
Cole asked, after they were alone again. Phoebe smiled and pecked his cheeks as well and then went back to making out.

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Hey, hard to believe I'm Phoebe, huh? But I changed a lot since you last met with me. I turned from Pheebs to Phreebie to Phoebe Halliwell and now I'm Phoebe Turner. Ever since I have this last name, my life started to get more and more into set trams.
About 2 years after Brianna was born, Prue and me found ourselves for the first time in the same position. We both were pregnant. It helped me a lot to have Prue by my side almost every step of the way. I was a little further than her and I was pregnant with twins, but technically our kids were developing at the same speed at the same time. I gave birth way before Prue. It's kind of normal, since twin births are always a bit earlier than normal ones.
Cole and I were all over our girls form day one. Though Emma always was more into me and Emily into Cole.
But the times weren't always this good. Four years later I got pregnant, again. Everything was prefect. We had the new baby room set and the girls were excited as well. Everyone was anxious, cause I was already in 10th month and over due date. The doctor's then started labour after all. They said, we couldn't wait any longer. Today I wished we had waited some more. There were serious complications during the birth. Danny not even lived one week. It was very hard on all of us. I mean... we all were thrilled about the pregnancy. I enjoyed every bit of it. I felt him in me. He was perfectly healthy and if the doctor's wouldn't have screwed this up, he'd be a happy 6 year old today.
It was very hard for me to understand, that this part of me was gone. Simply vanished.
Cole couldn't look at me... couldn't touch me for months anymore. I always thought... he thought, it was my fault, Danny didn't make it. But he was just afraid of all the memories. When I returned home from hospital, I found Danny's room completely destroyed. Cole had always seemed calm about all of this but there were little things, which showed how much this was eating on him. the room was one of those. Paige told me later on, that there was a terrible noise in the baby room after he came home the day Danny died.
The twins were very upset as well. They always kept asking, how long it'd still be till the baby was there and then the day of the birth came and everyone told them, their little brother was finally going to be there. They came to the hospital and weren't allowed to see him. They were devastated. They had waited so long. We all had. A few days later Danny died... and... It was the hardest talk I ever had to do... to tell them... that they never would be able to hold their brother. Never could cuddle with him. Never could give him a bottle, like we had promised them to.
Somehow... life went on... and... today I know, why I had to go through this. I got my diploma in psychology. I'm working at the hospital. I'm helping families, who went... or are going through the same we went through. I think that's what Danny would have wanted me to do. I hate doctors and I hate being around them. But there are a lot of families out there, who are feeling the same and I know, I have to help them, get over their suffering.
When the biggest trouble was gone and I had my job at the hospital Cole and I made... a discovery... we had loved to never make... it was Ben... I freaked, when I got, I was pregnant. I had loved to kill Ben right away. Why? Cause I didn't want to loose a baby again at the very last minute. I couldn't handle something like that happening again.
Cole and I both took a week off. We spend a lot of family time. Talked a lot. Also talked to the twins. And I talked to Prue... she kinda knew what I was going through. She could tell me how she worked it all out. How I could handle the loss and then having another kid, as well.
I'm not regretting our decision to keep the baby. I don't know what I had done without Ben. After all, my kids made me the best psychologist you can imagine.
I'm responsible for kids. Families are my best. I mean... c'mon... who could have a bigger family than I do? 3 sisters... 3 kids... 9 nieces and nephews... 3 brother in laws... we had everything already in this family. Health problems which start from not being able to get kids, over loosing a child during pregnancy up to loosing the child after birth. From kids who are troubled with their parents' fights to happy family. From boys to girls. From single kids up to triplets. From sibling fights to marriage problems. All child illnesses we handled already. Drug addicts. Parent dieing. Parent going away. Divorcements. Adoptions. And as sadly as I have to say, we even had cancer and heart attacks in this family.
I learn in my job a lot about and for my family and from my family I learn a lot about and for my job. It's a constant giving and taking and I'm proud on me for handling everything and that everything seems to go so hand in hand in my life nowadays.