Time was a funny thing. It had taken months for Cole's possession to come to light and only moments for their lives to fall apart. There marriage had barely consisted of any unadulterated moments; she knew he tried to fight the possession. That was the one thing she could always count on keeping them together before they had been thrown so far over that line; what had brought them together in the first place, a desire to be more than the darkness that had settled into their souls.

"I guess the difference is that I had more good," she thought out loud. "My darkness couldn't kill my light; the light sparked in Cole couldn't quench his darkness."

Phoebe fell silent, standing alone not for the first or last time either. This was not how she imagined her life. She didn't know how she had come so far off course. Her baby kicked all of a sudden and her hands instantaneously moved to greet her son. Although her water had broken seven hours ago and her contractions were only five minutes apart, she had yet to fully dilate and her doctor had advised her to get up and walk around.

"How are you doing," Piper asked as she came back in with ice chips. Things were still tense between the sisters but Phoebe still wanted them here with her.

"I just want him to come already," the middle sister answered.

"Have you decided on a name yet?"

"I'm still torn between Coleridge and Benjamin. Where's Paige?"

"She had to meet a client whose court date was moved up. It shouldn't take long, she was just bringing documentation from their folder."

Phoebe nodded and moved back to bed, allowing Piper to guide her before leaning back and pulling the blankets over her. "I know we never really talked about this, but I want you to be the Godmother."

"Oh, Phoebe. I'd love to," Piper said. "Are you sure you don't want to ask Paige, though?"

"You know I love her, but we're always going to have our issues about Cole between us. I just think it's better for me and this baby and the good memories of Cole, if you were the baby's godmother."

"You know that even with her feelings about Cole that Paige will love this baby, though. Don't you?"

Sighing, Phoebe braced as she breathed through a contraction. Letting it pass, she released her breath and Piper's hand which she had been crushing. "I don't doubt that for a minute, but I need to make sure that the person I choose to care for my son in my absence can give my son what he needs. You were there for all of it. You saw the good and the bad and you know how much Cole fought. What happened at the end wasn't his fault. I'm just glad we could give him some peace."

Piper nodded, sad at having lost another friend and knowing what that loss had meant for her sister. She was also sad knowing that there was nothing more they could for Cole than to make sure his soul was resting in peace. There should have been another way. He should have had more time with Phoebe and their son.

They stayed like that for hours; Phoebe clutching her sister's hand as she breathed through the pain of contractions while Piper coached her sister through the childbirth. Paige walked in with a gift basket, filled with baby clothes and shoes, diapers and lotions.

"Do you know how much longer you have," she asked and set the basket on a side table.

"The doctor should be coming in to check her soon," Piper responded. "Last time he checked she was eight and a half centimeters and completely effaced. We should be seeing a baby in the next hour or so."

Sitting, Paige reached into her bag and pulled out yarn and knitting needles. "More than enough time to make a little hat for Baby Halliwell," and she knit and they waited.

"One more push, Pheebs! You can do it," Piper couched while Paige held one of Phoebe's legs up. Sweat was pooling from her forehead.

"This sucks! Why is this so hard," she cried as she bared down with all her might. The pain was unimaginable.

"You're doing well," her doctor told her. "One more push should do it. I need you to bare down and count to ten."

"One, two, three," Piper counted as Phoebe pushed, her cheeks turning red from the effort, "eight, nine,..."

"It's a boy," the doctor showed the baby off to his mother and aunts before handing him off to a nurse.

After it was all done and over with, Phoebe laid in bed holding her newborn son and staring contently into his blue eyes. "I wonder if they'll stay blue," she said.

"They could," Piper said and swept a hand over his dark head of hair. "He has his daddy's eyes."

Paige remained silent, trying not to ruin her nephew's birthday with a snarky comment. "What's his name going to be? Are we looking at a Coleridge or Benjamin?"

"Say hello to Coleman Turner Halliwell," Phoebe answered.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful baby boy," Piper said and placed a hand on her own belly. "I can't wait for him to meet his cousin."

"I still don't know how you could be three months pregnant and not know it," Paige said.

"The pregnancy test came back negative. I just thought I was under a lot of stress but it's nice to know that little Melinda is on her way."

Phoebe tore her gaze away from her son. "Melinda? You've already picked out a name, that's great!"

"Prudence Melinda, actually. If you don't mind," Piper asked.

"I think Prue would love that," Phoebe said and returned her attention back to her son. "I wish she were here right now."

"So do I," Piper said.

Prue wanted to reach out to her sisters so badly. To hold Phoebe as the hurt tried to tear her soul in half and assure Piper that she would have the chance to hold a child of her own one day. To get to know Paige in a way she would never be allowed to. She couldn't reach out to them though and it would be a long time, if ever, before she could.

Piper and Paige had left to get something to eat while Phoebe slept, recuperating from childbirth. Prue stood in the nursery, looking down at her first nephew. The Angels had told her that her sisters would live long and happy lives but they had failed to mention the existence of another sister, though Prue would never pass up the chance to protect her. But they had promised and here was a little bundle that was evidence that they had lied. Phoebe was not happy. Oh, she loved her son and would do everything in her power to give him the best life possible, but she was not happy.

Looking at the sleeping child, Prue leaned in and tried to press a kiss on his forehead. "Blessed Be."

The Angels convened, pleased with the way destiny was unfolding. Prudence's sacrifice would not be in vain and here was proof that the greatest Kingdom in history was well on it's way of rising up yet again. They just hoped it would not be doomed to the same mistakes as before.