Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed.
Tales of December
a story by Ryeloza
Coop: December 21, 2012
They'd had cake—chocolate with chocolate icing—and ice cream—more chocolate because he loved it so—and opened presents—a mug that said "World's Best Daddy!" from Nora, a book of poems from Phoebe and a picture from Lena that she said was a dinosaur but looked more like a purple cloud. Then, as they had every year, Coop took Lena in his lap and Nora squeezed into the chair next took him while Phoebe washed dishes and Coop talked about how he was "born."
"Cupids don't have a mommy and a daddy like everyone else," he explained. Nora hung rapt at his words even though she had heard the story before. "And they aren't born in the hospital. They aren't ever even babies."
"So you've always looked like you, Daddy?"
Coop nodded. "Yep. Because cupids aren't really born, they simply come into being. Any time someone makes a huge, fantastic, awe-inspiring sacrifice for love, a cupid springs to life!"
Lena, slightly restless, stood up on his lap and started to pat his hair. Nora, however, clapped. "So seventeen years ago today," Coop said, eliciting a sigh from Phoebe, "I popped into the world."
"And this year will be the best, right, Daddy?"
"Yep," said Coop, grinning. He looked from Nora's bright blue eyes up to Phoebe's smiling brown ones. "I think it will be."