As sleep did not come Cole wondered what Phoebe would say to him if she saw him huddled up against a rock, clothed only shredded jeans with a few scraps of silk shirt. Fuss him, touch his face gently, cuddle up to him to keep him warm he thought or tell him off for being careless or tell him he had chosen his path deal with the consequences, or more likely manage to do all three. He could see her smiling as she said it, knowing full well she was being unreasonable and knowing he knew it.

Seeing in his mind Phoebe's smile he was finally filled with a kind of peace. He half-dozed for a short time, holding onto the vision of Phoebe. He only opened his eyes when he became away of footsteps approaching. He looked up into the long length of the Burvjara leader  of this group, Glock standing above him.

By the standards of the where Cole now lived these were not a pretty people, although he had been amused to hear muttered disparagingly when they had not realised he could hear, that if the ogres and greater creatures of magic came you would think they would have a more pleasing appearance. And Glock was not conceded to be attractive physically even by Burvjara standards.

Glock was taller than many of his contemporaries, and he was darker in pigmentation, so the orange tones were almost burnt, his features so strong they over whelmed the person opposite. His nose was almost a trunk and his brilliant yellow eyes, were expressive and whilst soft now, could glint as hard as a lion when he was aroused. The roles of skin around his face took on an almost shell like texture and he had an expression that was humorous, benign until he was fighting, and intelligent.

Cole looking up also noticed the burnt orange skin had an unhealthy yellow tinge that in the Burvjara was a sign the years of deprivation and war were taking their toll. Cole smiled a welcome as he looked up, even though in the darkness of the night Glock would not have seen it. He did notice something of a welcome though and sat down beside Cole, and letting his breath go with a long sigh.

"This phase has been long," Cole said.

"Longer than many" agreed Glock. He banged around on his long dark robe making clunking noises as he hit his belongings hidden in the pockets of his robe. Finally Glock sighed ahhhh and producing a long white looking pipe that almost glowed in the dark. Glock banged some more in deep and hidden pockets where Cole knew he carried his life's possessions and produced some yellow blue weed that he carefully measured into the pipe then banged some more. This time he frowned and tried again as Cole watched.

Glock finally regretfully shook his head realising he could not find what he wanted and leaned back with a fatalistic acceptance. Cole nodded, carefully surveyed the dark and then risking flicked his fingers so fire appeared briefly at the end f then and he touched the pipe so the weed started to burn as the air lit up with sparkles when Cole's magic ignited it.

Glock sighed "You are reckless my friend "he said mildly

"Its part of my charm' Cole grinned.

Glock sucked hard on the pipe "A long phase "he agreed." A hard one"

"Very hard" Cole agreed. He was silent for a while lifting his hand to his face and sucking on the edge of his palm to ease the tension

"You need to learn the pleasures of smoking" Glock told him amused.

"Where I come from" Cole told him good humoured "the pleasures of smoking would get me ostracised, banned and a lecture by everyone I met."

"As I fear peace and civilization may have its disadvantages," Glock commented wryly, drawing long and hard on the pipe and blowing a thin cloud of yellow/blue smoke into the air.

"I am not sure where I come from is entirely civilized or at peace" Cole told him. "At least if you define tolerance of others frailties as civilization."

"You think introducing the joys of smoking would make your realm civilised?" Glock asked.

"No "said Cole "I think a little less persecution of those who are tempted might do it though. Blame the sin and not the sinner." he said "But then I used to be a demon, and I've been accused of being preachy."

"A radical idea" commented Glock and sucked on his pipe.  '"Some accusations must stand my friend" he added

Cole laughed.

Both were silent for a while.

Cole thought of the being beside him. In his journeys to this war torn, seemingly godforsaken realm, Cole had come into contact with many of the combatants, He has seen foot soldiers, females, offspring, leaders and underlings, some he respected, some he forced to his will, some he cajoled. But in all of them, there were none he had respected and liked as this creature beside him.

In another time, in a time of peace and civilization Glock may have been a college professor. The one, who first year students hated, feared but still jumped to attention at his entrance to a room. Thirty years Glock would be the professor they would tell their children was the inspiration of their success.

Glock had a dry satirical sense of humour that sometimes crossed over into gallows humour as situations failed. For the most part he retained the slightly distracted demeanour of a college professor until he was in action then his yellow eyes focused and burnt with an intensity that Cole could easily empathise with.

Glock could be decisive, tough and he was not afraid of the responsibility of his role. He was the only leader Cole had come across amongst all the combatants who was totally incorruptible, not by the standards of a society where all constraints and morality had given way to survival but by those of any so called civilise ones. Glock was uncomfortably incorruptible. He smiling said it was easiest way out of any moral dilemma when Cole had talked about the cost of incorruptibility to him. But it was also apparent Glock was tired, burnt out and it was something Cole had seen before in the leaders of the Burvjara and he had seen such beings fade away more than give up. Glock, a great leader ,was close to his limits.

Glock sat quietly smoking. Cole watched the flickering light and asked, "You want a barrier up? The opposition may see that light flickering."

'No "answered Glock  firmly. "I feel like being reckless. Its part of my charm" he added

Cole grinned.

Finally, Glock asked, "You are going soon?"

"First light "Cole answered, "When you move on."

"When will you be back?" Glock asked casually.

Cole had times before learnt to respect this creature with the truth "Cycles more than phrases' he answered, "When the demons come back?"

"You stopped a great evil this phase" Glock told him.

Cole shrugged. "I wish I could say it would not come again," he answered.

"I would not believe you my friend.," Glock said drawing back "There will be those on all sides who will not thank you for what you did today but I think I thank you. We lost brethren" and he glanced toward the funeral pyre. "We all lost brethren. But I think without you, we all would have lot more and not just lives.'

"I have told yo before. You owe me nothing," Cole said. "The other way."

"Oh I understand you feel some connection to fix this place," said Glock. "But I think my friend you flatter yourself if you think you can do that."

"I cannot fix it. My magic is not that strong "Cole told him bluntly. And did not tell him what it meant when a creature as powerful as a guardian said that.

"I have appreciated your honesty." Glock answered with an ironic twist that indicated he understood what Cole did not say. "And the truth is I do not believe magic can fix this place either. I believe, my friend that more magic is the last thing we need here. I believe, much better you take your great magic back to your perfect realm. And live the life you do, never to return, if you think magic will fix this." Glock drew on his pipe. "More magic will just give the demons reason to come back and steal it, and the combatants, something to fight over." he said seriously. "and those who call themselves Good but fear our ability to manage our magic independent of their supervision a reason ton invade us to ..protect us." he added

Cole nodded "I know "he took a breath. "My realm isn't that perfect" Cole said awkwardly. "Just a place…. I love, a place with people I love, otherwise just a place."

"I am honoured you tell me the truth of who you are, Ogre" said Glock with a  half smile "and it pleases me to know that there is something beyond" and he waves his hand "this. It gives me hope., and this realm has run out of that , so hope is a strange feeling. To know there are other possibilities" he said" Even if it is odd that in your realm the grass is green an the sky is blue. So yes I understand it is not perfect my friend, Cole" said Glock drawing on the pipe.

Cole said nothing because he knew he had talked too much about his home and that had not been wise in such a land, and yet when Glock asked he could not bring himself to lie or refuse to answer.

Glock drew on the pipe again understanding.

"I do wonder" Glock continued filling the slightly awkward silence "what it would have been like to live as they did here in bygone days, previous to ….this." he waved his hand again. "I do wonder what it would be like to live in a clan, the way the old ones did. Not fight in the name of one that barely exists as much more than a name, as I do. "

Glock sucked hard on the pipe, the yellow blue flame flickering in the dark. "I do wonder" He said, "How it would be to have your parents seek a mate for you. To have a mate and live with the sound of females who were not war hardened survivors. I wonder what it would be to know females who have the time to care for you and them."

"More difficult than you can imagine" Cole drawled

"If you say so my friend" replied Glock. "But I still wonder what it would be like to encounter mating in a bed, in a dwelling, with time and affection. Instead of crawling together on stony ground, under a blanket, sneaking a joining like animals in the night, because like everything here it is ….survival. I wonder what it would be like to have time to watch the offspring grow, to know your offspring" he said.  Glock shook his head. "Sometimes I think instead of  peace talks every few seasons,  which are in truth little better than jousts where we make war with words, not weapons, we would serve our realm better taking the time to watch the offspring play.

"I have witnessed these… jousts" Cole said. "When I came here first, I had hope. I was naïve. There are no spoils to be won, yet the participants fight as if they won something just from winning words."

"Pride. Fighting is our existence, ," Glock a small laugh in his voice "But I recall we did that even before the calamity, but with words." He laughed out loud "except where our mates were concerned. Then we fought with weapons to guard them." He sucked again on the pipe "so maybe taking a proper mate would not free me from fighting.  I fear, like all Burvjarians all I would do is fear for my mate's fidelity. I would watch and guard and fight for her."

Cole said nothing.

"It is a strong instinct to guard the chastity of our mating" said Glock "did you know that was the cause of out troubles originally, or at least the spark that flamed it? It has always been our weakness, this damned wanting ownership of our mates. Or it was, now we pass as animals in the night, mate and sneak on, for fear that staying in one place will kill us. "

"It started over a female? Cole asked, "No-one has ever been able to tell me why it started." Cole thought about it "I've seen your females, and they are a ferocious group. I could not see them as... chattels "he said.

Glock stopped smoking. "No" he said "that was never the case.  But our… we live by our clans and their honour.  There were other reasons than lusting over a female  which started this. None that make sense now," he snorted "but pride and the desire to protect the integrity of the clan was the flicker that lit the war beacons."

"I see" said Cole quietly listening for anything he could find to understand this realm. It was not often Glock or any of the Burvjara were prepared to sit down and talk to him about the bygone days.

Glock sucked hard on the pipe and Cole waited for him to continue. "The mate of one of the clan's leaders was seduced by an acolyte of another. There were demands for compensation; there were demands for the female to be returned to answer for her lack of fidelity. It was a romance" Glock sighed "so naturally sense did not prevail, the lover bewitched by the female was inspired to heroics to protect her from ... the wrath of her clan's lost pride. The legend was that our females were weak." He sucked on the pipe "I see how the females fight. I see how they protect the offspring in ... the way are they are and wonder now that this was based on fidelity." sighed Glock. "A legend I suspect, to justify the unjustifiable."

"There are stories of such things in our realm "said Cole. "Illicit romance, sometimes tragedies, sometimes happy endings. I have faith in happy endings" he added and if Glock could have seen Cole's face in the dark, he would have seen a smile that Phoebe would recognise as the one he saved for her.

"If you had a mate you would not regard romance as a happiness"  sighed Glock. "If you had a mate, if you lived in a clan, when offspring and clanship were the very foundation of your existence. It meant much in the times gone by I have heard,  I think of it as... a fairytale. There is none left that lived it. A fantasy. A romance to tell over fires when there is nothing else to tell."

Cole stopped; he bent and rested his head and arms on his knees. "I have a…mate," he said looking sideways "I have offspring. I have romance " he added

Glock was silent in the night. He dragged on his pipe and Cole waited, nervously for his response, feeling they had hit what could be a great divide in their friendship."

"I said you are reckless my friend "Glock mused. "How many? Offspring," he asked

"One "Cole answered and stopped "three, nearly four. My...mate is pregnant. "

Glock looked at him curiously.

"Breeding" Cole, amended.

Glock said nothing for a minute "You are uncertain how many offspring you have?" he finally asked slightly amused.

"One offspring of my own. Two of my... my mate's… clan" Cole explained.

"How can you leave a mate?" asked Glock and then he smiled answering his own question "Different world. In ours, in the days before the trouble, a male once his clan selected a mate, retired to guard her, to ensure the clan continued, to instruct the offspring."

"Maybe you should call a truce to ensure that all mate" Cole answered wryly "to end the trouble"

"It was the failure of a ... leading clansman to do that which started the trouble." Glock reminded Cole, "but then legend has it he left her unguarded so perhaps you have some wisdom " he sucked the pipe "Who guards your mate?" he asked.

Cole smiled to himself. "I'm not away that long in my realm." His voice softened, "She guards herself," he said. "She ... I trust her ... fidelity "he said and then he laughed out loud suddenly remembering the movie he and Phoebe had seen last week, one she had insisted on seeing because the lead actor was her latest crush, the sometimes sportsman John Cotton. Cole had been more than a little pissed at her drooling over the muscles on a Neanderthal who could not even act. "But the truth is "he told Glock "I wouldn't care if she was not. If it came to a choice of having her lacking…. fidelity or not having her, it is no choice."

Glock stared shaking his head as he often did when Cole told him outrageous things of his own realm. "You clan maybe asked for problems in choosing a mate who obsesses you so," he mused "Legend says that was one of the problems in the clan chief whose lost mate started off the troubles. She did not… share his obsession and it ended badly."

"It is not a problem" Cole answered dryly  "she shares my obsession" Cole laughed softly and even in the dark Glock could see his eyes take on a soft brilliant blue, or felt it. "I promise you my … clan strongly disapproved of my mate," he told Glock. Although I do recall my mother saying we deserved each other."

"But her clan accepted you?" asked Glock quite disturbed at this sin against his natural order. "Here they would have killed you for stealing one of their clan to such an alliance, one without the support of your clan. For putting her wellbeing so at risk."

Cole nodded "They. Her clan, tried hard enough to do just that" he agreed.

"And now they accept you?" Glock asked. "In this realm it would require a great magic, or a miracle."

"I am the living proof of both," Cole told him his voice trembling slightly.

"I congratulate you" said Glock and sucked on his pipe.

The both sat silently, leaning against the rock, Glock smoking and Cole closing his eyes.

Cole leant back against the rock, smiling at the thought that Phoebe's clan accepted him into their clan. He thought back to when was, it only a month ago, when at a Sunday night dinner, one he had actually made despite the callings of Burvjara he and Phoebe had nervously  announced to the family  that Pookie was on her way.

Phoebe was not thrilled at Cole calling her baby Pookie but he started it as a secret joke between them and they never quite could move away from it. Cole claimed he had the right to the first pet name, because Patsy got stuck with Whosit  after Phoebe started calling him that and Cole claimed it was his right  to name this one. When she stated firmly it did not work like that he started using the worst name he could think of that started with a P and now it had just stuck even though Phoebe kept insisting Cole had only done it to prove he was still an annoying arsehole.

In the first months, even though Phoebe was sure everything was okay and she felt none of the demonic evil of that first spawn and they had the fact that Patsy was all right to fall back on, they held each other up and supported  each other and hoped with Cole feeling auras every day or as soon as he arrived back from wherever it was he had been.

Kiss Phoebe, check Pookie before he did anything else was the rule and then nod in relief as Phoebe anxiously clutched his hand asking. "Ok?"

When Phoebe was three months they decide to take the risk to tell the family and face the anger they had kept Pookie's presence a secret. It was maybe early, a month or more earlier than Cole had been certain about Whosit but not telling her sisters was killing Phoebe and Pookie was already making her visibility apparent.

So the next Sunday supper meal, after the children had been put to bed and the family were sitting around the table, picking at the remains of the meal. Cole had spent the meal ignoring certain sarcastic comments that were passed between Paige and Piper about the stranger sitting beside Phoebe, and Leo had spent the time pointedly informing Cole of all the things with the children he had missed.

"Quit picking on Cole "Phoebe told them. "Its not his fault he's away lately but Cole did not miss the catch in her voice.  Phoebe had caught Cole's hand and nervously said "I… we have some big news to tell you."

Cole and Phoebe nervously glanced at each other.

"I'm" Phoebe started to say.

Piper had slammed her fork down  "I knew it "she said hissily "didn't I tell you Leo." she demanded  "Like hell she had the flu for 2 months, or gets sick from what the hell was it.."

"Shrimp" said Paige with a smirk on her face,

"Oh yeah "I remember," said Leo grinning. "Phoebe got sick on shrimp, every-one else enjoyed."

"Oh" said Cole and Phoebe looking at each other abashed.

"No congratulations?" Cole finally asked apprehensively as Paige and Piper and Leo had smirked then waited.

'"I take it everything is okay?" Piper asked quietly eventually.

"Think so "said Phoebe "I mean . it’s a girl "she added "we think ..and…"'

"Is it okay Cole? "Piper asked again, her voice quiet as Paige reached for Phoebe's hand.

"As near as I can tell "he said flushing slightly. "And I sort of worked out the boy girl stuff from Wyatt and Pasty. The aura isn't like theirs."

"Patsy and Wyatt's aura were good" Paige pointed out.

"Different not evil" Cole explained.

"You had to wait longer last time to be sure," Leo pointed out.

"Phoebe waited longer, it wasn't my idea." Cole smirked while Phoebe stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm not saying there isn't room for me to be wrong," he said while Phoebe swallowed nervously, intently watching Leo and Piper and Paige's reaction "But I'm not wrong. Its green "he added. "her aura."

"Witch? asked Leo.

Cole nodded

"Not a male witch" Paige asked

Phoebe shook her head. "I feel it’s a girl "she said.

"Well that settles it" Piper told them, taking a deep breath.

"You sure don't just want it to be okay?" Leo asked. "so you're not missing something or ignoring it?"

"I … we want it be "Cole said glancing a Phoebe who smiled at him as only a woman in love can. "But we think we're right about Pookie.

Phoebe grinned "Really think we're right" she said clutching Cole's hand as she met her family's concerned expressions.

"Pookie?" said Piper

"Oh well in that  case "said Paige "YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

She jumped up and hauled Phoebe to her feet and danced her around the room awhile Leo thumped Cole's back and Piper clapped and joined her sisters in a group hug.

The night degenerated pretty badly from then with Piper and Leo and Cole celebrating very well on some of the better red wine while Phoebe and Paige a bit annoyed and then conceding the celebration was something they owed each other.

Finally Piper demanded Cole explain where he got the name Pookie from and he admitted he had seen it on the back of one of Phoebe's bodice ripper romances.

"You read those things?"  asked Piper incredulously.

"Only the back " Cole answered suitably horrified at the thought. "When Phoebe leaves them lying around, so I can't miss seeing what is written there."

"You mean you don't look at the big boobed women on the front?" Paige asked.

"Don't need fantasy big boobed women" Cole said smugly "Got a real one."

"Shut up" Said Phoebe hitting him "they aren't that big and I'm pregnant."

"I know why a bra size you wear" said her husband "You have no secrets from me."

"Want to bet?" she asked cocking her head on the side.

Cole grinned.

"Phoebe, what Í don’t get why you need to read that stuff"  Piper said shaking her head. "When I hear what goes on between you two. Why the hell do you need to read that out of the world, impossible fantasy?"

'"Two can play at that game?" Cole muttered "Listening from the next room "he explained as Leo winced and Piper smirked.

"Four can" said Phoebe pushed "And there is absolutely nothing wrong with fantasy. I helps you deal with reality "Phoebe informed her family with her nose in the air. "Its only when you lose the difference between fantasy and reality that it becomes a problem."

"I think fantasising about some impossible sex positions and romance is infantile" Paige snipped  with all the certainty of a woman in love " People fantacise ,  just because the real think is not right for them."

"No its not" Phoebe told her firmly, "Fanaticising is a perfectly normal healthy aspect of adult sensuality. I mean my real thing is pretty god damned wonderful" Phoebe in love, smiled raising a glass of water to Cole "And I know the difference between the real thing and fantasy "she said looking over her water glass rim eyes big and moist.

Cole smiled the special one, the one he save d for her and raised his glass to his wife.

Paige snorted in disgust

"And "said Phoebe determinedly "Miss Paige I've seen you looking at those men's health magazines, and I happen to know you look at websites, the ones with pictures of  naked men, all muscle and full frontal ones too."

"When?" demanded Paige "I never..."

"Good gays website" Phoebe smirked "On my laptop."

"You checked on me "Paige blushed, embarrassed and annoyed "and that was researched when the Geztalt took over the media business. It was…"

"What was it?" Piper leaning on her glass asked innocently.

Paige blushed more, "On one of their websites I had to check" she muttered.

"You only looked at the homepage of the homemaker magazine," sniped Phoebe.

"And of course you could not check it on a work computer" Leo agreed reasonably, "So you had to use Phoebe's."

"The archbishop might have misunderstood why I was looking at the site" insisted Paige

"I didn't misunderstand" said Phoebe with a sniff.

"I don't need a fantasy "Paige insisted "I live one."

"I know you're in love with a whitelighter, a dead man," Phoebe smirked.

"Nothing fantasy about that" interrupted Piper raising her glass to Leo.

"But "continued Phoebe determinedly "looking at hot guys, eye candy is just as much fantasy as me reading those novels" she smirked knowing she had won.

"Bitch "muttered  Paige "; and I do not look at them,. Mark is perfect" she sighed dreamily.

"Mark is a nice guy" agreed Phoebe. "But he isn't perfect and eye candy he's not.

"I don't need any fantasy "Piper said smugly sipping her wine.

Leo half opened his mouth "Which is why you spend all that time with your nose in the Book of Shadows reading about magic creatures," he said and swallowed as Cole mouth the word idiot at him.

Piper put the glass down firmly, to firmly. "My interest in different magic creatures is not fantasy"  she told Leo firmly "Its research."

"Like Paige's?" asked Phoebe.

Piper half stood up, tossing her hair, her eyes flashing.

"I had to read some of those bodice ripper novels once "Leo told them, realising he could be in serious trouble if he didn't find a way out.

"Gee thanks Leo" Cole told him.

It worked. The girls starred at him and Phoebe glared at Cole for bringing the subject up.

"To help a charge" Leo explained "She wanted to be a writer. I thought they were mostly a hundred and ten ways to describe a penis without calling it a penis" he explained angelically.

"Le-o "said Piper.

"They are" Leo said holding his ground "you don't believe me "he said, clearly pissed an angel was not automatically believed by his nearest and dearest.

As Phoebe screeched at him, Leo got up and went into the conservatory  where Phoebe had left a book lying around. He came back and read selected passages while Cole screamed laughing and Phoebe just screamed.

"So "mused Cole  "Your fantasies are all over endowed Neanderthals  whose total attraction is the fantasy size of their dicks" he smirked. "Baby you should have told me, we might have been able to do something to make it real."

"Ouch "said Paige

"Shut up" screamed Phoebe banging the table "just shut up all of you."

Piper found another book and read out a long passage.

"That's goddamn porn "said Paige "and impossible." she added

"You fantasy that" smirked Piper "all I can say is I agree with Paige. Ouch."

"Shut up, shut up SHUT UP," yelled Phoebe jumping up and would have run if Cole had not caught her wrist " Isn't that what you are fanaticising about magic critters ."she asked  leaning so she was in Piper's face "What their dicks are like?"  She stamped her foot angrily then allowed herself to be pulled down on her chair.

"SHUT UP  "yelled Piper flushing half standing. "just SHUT UP "she roared

"Don't you ever dare tell me off for looking at full frontal pictures' Paige snorted at Phoebe.

Cole picked up the book, flicked a page and read.

"Its god damned impossible" he told Phoebe. "But we can try if you really dream about."

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP," she screamed. She jumped up from the table again "I hate you. I'm pregnant. You are supposed to be looking after me, taking care of me. "

"Just trying to find out what you want baby" Cole explained innocently. "Seeing you won't tell me."

"I hate you" said Phoebe then she giggled "I want THAT" she said and shoved a the book with an open page under his nose.

Cole read half a line out loud then stopped, flushing. "Later" he started to say then stopped as orbs sounded.

"Interesting dinner conversation" said Francesca Cole's whitelighter as she appeared. "Don't stop reading just for  me "she added while Cole flushed..

"We were discussing fantasy lives" Cole explained a little uncontrolled .

Francesca came over and took the book form Cole. She read a line "My,my" she said "Interesting…. .fantasy."'

Phoebe flushed. "they're just fantasy>'

"Very fanciful ;  Francesca said reading the book ."Total make believe" she added but  Phoebe noticed angel or not, Francesca read a sentence more than she had to,. Not  exactly night time  reading for angels "Francesca added putting it down, just a trifle reluctantly.

"Phoebe's pregnant ": Piper told her.

"I, of course, did not hear that " said Francesca with a pretend frown and reached for Phoebe to hug her. "Congratulations. Your's?" she asked Cole a malicious smile taking over her crooked face . "Good Luck " she said to him  as he nodded, grinned and reached for a hug.

"Why are you here? " Cole asked  Francesca eventually.

"Therold needs to talk to you" Francesca told Cole. "He felt it would be better if I invited you "she added.

"I am not going over there to gulp down tea while Therold preaches at me "Cole told her like a defiant 5 year old.

"You sip tea you don't gulp it "Francesca told him school marm "And If I have to do it for the sake of the Great Balance, you can too." She said in her best don't mess with me voice.

Cole took a deep breath, thought about arguing and realised he would lose and let his breath go.

Which Francesca noticed

"After I've celebrated the news I didn't hear "she added sitting at the table and glancing again at the bodice ripper book.

Leo poured her a glass of the best red, and they all raised them in a toast.

"I'm going to have a girl. Cole's daughter our daughter " Phoebe said jumping up and dancing. Cole stood up and she threw herself at him. Cole caught her and lifted her high above him looking up into her face  smiling the special smile the one that was just for her.

"I know "he breathed.

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