Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 2-A Day of Joy and Despair

Pheobe sat beside her older sister, laying her head on her chest, waiting for it to start it's rhythmic rise and fall again that would mean her sister was back. It didn't though, and Pheobe started to let what had happened finally sink in.

Her sobbing was uncontrollable now, and all she wanted to do was get away from the horrible place that smelt of death and despair. She wanted to be held in her husbands strong arms, hear his encouraging words tell her that she could handle what was happening, that everything would be okay.

As she tried to get her emotions under control, she began to feel her stomach tighten and pain overwhelmed her.

"Oh, no," she said as she tried to breathe through the pain. "Not now, baby. Not today. You can't come today. Please wait."

Halliwell Manor

"I'm home," Cole said as he put his briefcase on the table and put his jacket on the coatrack.

He walked into the living room and found it odd that Pheobe would leave the tv on. Cries filled the Manor and Cole walked to the boys' room to find Chris with a tear-stained face in his crib, his older brother sitting on the floor playing with a few toys.

"Where is auntie Pheobe?" Cole asked in a cheerful voice, trying not to let his worry frighten the small children.

"Unc Co, play?" Wyatt asked as he held out a toy for Cole to take.

"Not now, buddy. Come on," he said taking the toddler's hand as he picked up Chris with his free arm.

He walked to the kitchen and picked up the phone.

"Stay here, Wyatt," Cole said as he dialed Piper's cell number, afraid that if he let the child out of his sight, another evil force would come for him. "Come on, Piper. Answer the phone."

"Hello," came a shaky voice on the other end of the phone a few moments later.

At that moment, a feeling overwhelmed him. He could sense sadness, fear. He could also sense where this whirlpool of emotions was coming from.

"Pheobe is that you? Why are you on Piper's cell phone? Are you okay? The baby?" Cole asked fearing the answers.

"No," she stated as another contraction hit her. They're all dead."

"Wait, slow down Pheobe. Who's...dead?" he asked whispering the last word as he looked at Wyatt.

"All of them-Piper, Paige, Leo. I have to get away," Pheobe said crying. "Don't shimmer with the boys. I can't let them see this."

"I'll be right there. I'll shimmer the boys to Victor first, okay?" Cole asked, wanting to get her that very second but knew he couldn't leave the boys home.

"Yeah, just hurry," she told him as yet another contraction began.

In under two minutes, Cole was standing in an abandoned lot. He heard a scream followed by a series of sobs and immediately knew it was Pheobe. He ran to where the cries were coming from and found his wife clutching her stomach as she rocked gently in an effort to lessen the pain.

"Oh, God," Cole said seeing, first, his wife clearly in labor, and then the battered and dead bodies of their family.

Cole bent down and picked up his wife.

"You need a hospital," he told her.

"No, she can't be born today. How can I celebrate the birth of our daughter when I just lost my family. She's too small. I'm only eight months pregnant. What if she's not strong enough?" Pheobe blurted out all of her fears.

"She's strong. We have to take you to the hospital. Maybe they can stop your labor," Cole told her as he was about to shimmer out.

"Cole, wait. What about them? What do we do with their bodies?" Pheobe asked.

"We report them missing," Cole said, knowing it was the smart thing to do.

Pheobe, finally satisfied with his answer told him to shimmer.

They reappeared in an empty room at San Francisco Memorial and in a few minutes Pheobe was laying in a hospital bed, Cole standing beside her.

"Can you stop the labor?" Cole asked Dr. Lewis.

"We'll try," she told him.

"She can't be born today, Cole," Pheobe said as a new rush of pain overtook her. Not today. Please stop it."

Cole kissed her forehead.

"Everything will be okay," he told her, pushing back a strand of hair that was covering her eye.

"The boys?" Pheobe asked, a frightened expression on her face. "I promised her that I would take care of them. We have to protect them."

"They're with your father. When I know that you and the baby are safe, I will go get them," Cole told her.

"Thank you," Pheobe said, knowing that she would feel a lot better if the children were there and safe.

Cole stood up to go to the vending machine when the doctor instructed a couple of nurses to get ready for a premature delivery.

"I thought you could stop it," Cole said as he walked over to Pheobe.

"Her water broke. There's no way to stop it now," Dr. Lewis told him.

Pheobe was immediately put on a fetal monitor and three new doctors arrived, one pushing an incubator.

"Who is your regular OBGYN?" Lewis asked as she looked questioningly at the sonogram machine.

"We don't exactly have one," Cole told the doctor. "Why? Is something wrong with the baby?"

"No, both of them seem healthy," She said. "We're going to need another incubator.

"Both? Twins?" Cole asked, shocked.

"Yes, which explains why you couldn't carry to term, too much stress on your body," she told Pheobe.

"I can't handle this," Pheobe told Cole. "I just lost everything and I'm going from having no kids to having four. Cole, how are we supposed to handle that?" she asked him before another contraction hit her.

"We'll get through it. You still have me. The first step is welcoming our little ones," he told her as he kissed her and took her hand in his.

Three hours later

"Just one more push. You can do it," the doctor instructed her.

"I can't," Pheobe cried as she looked from her husband to her newborn daughter who was being cleaned and checked over to make sure she was healthy.

"Yes, you can, baby. You're so strong and brave," Cole told her as he wiped the sweat off her face with a wet towel.

Pheobe used all the strength left in her body to push.

"And it's a boy," Lewis said as she cut the umbilical cord and handed the baby to a doctor, who was holding out a blanket.

An hour later, Pheobe was holding her beautiful children. All she managed to do was cry. She cried for the family she had lost that day and for the family she had gained only hours later.

Cole was sitting beside her, Wyatt and Chris in his lap. He knew how hard this must be for her, trying to celebrate the fact that her children had arrived, while mourning the deaths of her sisters and a man, who she had always thought of as a brother.

Pheobe had always thought that when she had her baby, she would have her whole family in the room, fawning over the new baby, but they weren't there and she knew they never would be, to see the next generation as they grew and came into their powers.

"Have you decided on names yet?" a nurse asked walking into the room holding the infants' charts.

"Yes," Pheobe said as she laid her sleeping son in his bassinet beside her bed. "He is Benjamin Leo-Matthew Turner and her name is Patience Piper Turner."

The nurse thanked them and left the room, leaving Cole and Pheobe alone with all that was left of their family.

It was up to them now to raise the next generation, to teach them about their magic, protect them from evil, help them to lead happy lives.

So, how was this chapter? The next one will be set a few years in the future, I think 3. Please review.