Warning #1: S-P-O-I-L-E-R! Don't read this story if you don't like them.
Warning #2: As I write this story, the last episode aired in Brazil was "The Three Faces of Phoebe". I'm writing a final scene for season 4, based only on spoilers, so I can't guarantee it will fit in the story.
Warning #3 (I know, lots of warnings!): English is not my mother language so, you know, be patient.
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Credits: Robert's Frost quotation is from his poem "Death of the Hired Man", "Blessed" is a song from Elton John, and as for the characters, I don't own then, yada yada yada...
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Okay, here is the scenario: the Source has taken over Cole's body and now he and Phoebe rule the Underworld, as they wait for the birth of their son and heir.
Lots of tears are to be expected, you know what Angst stands for. You gotta trust me and read it 'till the end to see where the story goes.
Now, as one of my favorite writers says: take my hand, hold it tight and let me lead you through a very dark tunnel, and I promise you we're all gonna make it to the other side.
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"Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said"
Phoebe is lying on her back, staring at the ceiling and wishing the baby would stop kicking for a moment. She was so excited when he did it for the first time... and so was Cole: a soft smile hovers around her lips as she recalls the look on his face the first time she took his hand and placed it on her belly so that he could feel the baby move. His eyes were filled with wonder as he gasped and smiled at her. He was just like... himself, whispers a voice in the back of her head, his real self, the one you almost never see anymore. She silences up this nagging voice and sighs heavily. Anyway, what about a break so that mommy can have some rest now?
"Will you stop that?" she mutters at her prominent abdomen. "It's not funny any more: it hurts."
Is it her imagination or has the baby just kicked harder?
"Oh, well, maybe I deserve it..." she sighs, bringing herself to a sitting position. "Grams used to say that when mom was pregnant of me..."
She bites her lower lip, not daring to finish the sentence. There's a limit for how much denial a person can be in, and pretending your mother would approve your becoming Queen of the Underworld and the mother of the Source's heir definitely crosses that line.
The voice of the demon standing fearfully on the doorway startles her, and she glares at him, making him wince.
"What do you want?" she asks, coldly.
"The Master requires that you go to his presence."
She watches in disgust as the scared creature bows several times.
"Tell him I'll be with him in a minute."
He bows a couple of more times before leaving the room.
Phoebe slowly stands up: the baby seems to have fallen asleep, or maybe he just got tired of kicking. She moves carefully towards the door, unaware of the hooded figure that has just shimmered in the corner of the room and is now stepping out off the shadows, looking at her with intense eyes full of hate.