Okay, I am now trying to update my fanfics. I have no excuse. I am ashamed. But I'm making it up now, so...Starting with my fav story to write at the moment. squeals happily lol

Oh, and just to make sure, everyone knows that their son is Wyatt, right?-Well not "technically" their son, but he's who they're raising.

Chapter 3-Almost Perfect

I sat on the bed as she leaned over the basinet and picked up our boy. I watched and immediately ran to her aid when I noticed a paralyzed look on her face. Picking up Benjamin, I waited for her eyes to open again before I questioned her about what she had seen, praying that it wouldn't give me away and mentally screaming at myself for not making her bind her powers, a mistake I wouldn't make again.

"What is it sweetie? What did you see?" I asked her as I laid our precious son back in the basinet for the moment.

"Umm...I saw..." she was becoming irrational and emotional so I pulled her toward the bed and we both sat down.

I took a deep breath as she began to talk again, not sure what devastation this would bring to our lives.

"I saw them die. First Paige, then Leo...and Piper," she explained as tears streamed down her beautiful face.

"Did you see who did it?" I asked her frantically, my heart racing faster than I ever imagined possible.

I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but this was important. It was our family, our son that would be affected.

"No," she answered me and I couldn't help but be relieved though I tried to hide it from her, not wanting that cloud of suspicion to enter her head.

I tried to look disappointed by her answer and explained that I knew nothing of the demon myself but wanted to personally make sure the monster paid for what he had done. After saying this, she held on close to me and we sat like this for as long as little Ben would allow before he could take the silence no longer and began to scream out for attention.

I dried her face with my thumbs before getting up and walking over to our son. I picked Ben up, who gurgled happily when he had been freed from the walls that confined him and was content by being in my arms.

After getting over her emotional state, Pheobe took the baby from me and held him up as she placed a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

I am still fearful that everything will be released, held within our son are the secrets of what I did. His blonde hair clearly wasn't from either one of us, since we both came from families of brunettes, just dark hair. I cross my fingers every time she looks at him and hope that she doesn't see it too, that she doesn't think about it too much, that she will just trust me enough to love him unconditionally and overlook anything that may seem different from us.

I watched her with Benjamin and couldn't help but smile. The way she held him, took care of him. It was so natural to her. Every noise he makes is followed by the perfect response from her, whether it be a feeding or changing his diaper. She knows exactly what he needs, something that I fail at mercilessly.

Pheobe leaves the room and I know that it's time for me to leave, and yet I can't make myself go, afraid that something will happen while I'm at work, that she'll remember something. I fear that I will come home later today to find that her beautiful face and his happy laugh will cease to be there when I arrive, that bags will be packed and I will find his toys gone, and our closet bare.

How could I go to work when every second counts, every minute away means a minute that I lose with them. She could find out the truth at any moment and then that would be it, they would be gone. I would have no chance of ever seeing them again.

"Don't you have to go to work?" she asks me as I walk downstairs and into the kitchen where she is sitting with a burping cloth on one shoulder, feeding the young infant.

"Not today. I'm staying with my family," I told her as I made my way over to her and placed a kiss on her lips.

I would not let any time go to waste. We would be happy, at least for a little while. I ran my hand through Ben's blonde locks of hair before placing a kiss on his forehead.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked her.

"Whatever you want to do," was the answer I got and then I tried to think of something for us to do, but I really wasn't one for family outings so my mind drew a blank.

"Cole," she said my name with such seriousness that I became afraid. "I need to go to the manor."

That was the blow that was needed to push me over the edge. It was over. I knew it. If she stood where I had killed them, she would know, a premonition would hit her and she would hate me, and I would lose them both. What could I say though? No? She would surely know I was hiding something if I refused to let her go.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," I told her, trying to have as much sympathy in my voice as possible. "It's too soon. I don't think you should put yourself through that right now."

"I need to do this, Cole. I can't get passed it unless I go back there and face what happened," she pleaded with me and I knew that there wasn't much I could say to stop her, stubborn as she was, though I would continue to try.

"It's not safe to go there. You're putting yours and Ben's life in danger if you go there. They'll be able to track you," I told her hoping that this would dissuade her from her mission.

"I'll be careful, I promise. Protect Ben," she told me as she put the now sleeping infant in my arms and rested the burping cloth on my left shoulder.

"How are you going to get there then?" I asked her, confused.

"A spell," was all that she said as I watched her leave the room.

"Looks like we're in for it," I whispered to Ben before taking a deep breath and sitting down at one of the bar stools.

Okay, that's it for now. Pheobe goes to the manor next and finds out some stuff. Will it tear them apart, will I shut up, you won't know unless you read the next chapter. Please review.