7th season. Everything with the Charmed Ones is the same as the show. They thought they vanquished Cole, but it was only in the alternate reality. Cole realized that it was over with Pheobe and moved on. The Charmed Ones don't know he's alive.

Here it is

Pheobe walked through the park, one hand pushing a stroller, the other holding her nephew's hand.

She found a bench under an oak tree and decided that it would be a good spot.

"You can go play," Pheobe told Wyatt, letting go of his hand. "Stay where I can see you. And, Wyatt," she said pulling the child closer. "No magic."

The little boy ran to the small jungle-gym suited for children his age.

Pheobe watched her nephew play and longed for a child of her own. That's all she wanted. Everyone else had children, so why didn't she? Well, first she would need a guy. That would probably help, but she didn't want a guy. She wanted her guy, the man she loved.

Pheobe sat down on the bench and got Chris out of his stroller. She held the seven month old, bouncing him on her knee to keep him occupied.

Pheobe took her eyes off of Wyatt just long enough to reach into Chris' diaper bag and get a bottle of juice.

When she looked up, she saw that Wyatt was about to hit a little girl. The girl looked about a year old.

Pheobe stood up, Chris still in her arms.

"Wyatt," Pheobe screamed, as she made her way to him.

The boy held his fist, but didn't move closer to the girl. He stood there, frozen, looking at his aunt.

"Wyatt. No, no. We do not hit. Do you understand me?" Pheobe scolded the child, grabbing his fist.

Pheobe heard a man's voice and immediately froze where she stood.

She knew who he was without even turning around. She would know his voice anywhere. The love of her life was walking over to her. She couldn't move, do anything, too shocked. He was supposed to be dead. She hadn't heard from him in over two years, and here he was, in the park.

"Jaclynn," he said loudly, running over to the playground trying to push a stroller.

The toddler turned her head.

"Jaclynn, you cannot run away from me like that," he said picking th child up.

It was then that he noticed the woman standing before him.

"Pheobe," he said, his voice full of hurt.

He had not expected to see her. It was the last thing he had wanted to do. He just wanted to live his life as best he could. He had tried to move on, and he had. He had three beautiful children. Having them helped to fill the hole in his heart that he never thought would go away. Of course, he still missed her, longed for her, but the children made it a lot easier to forget about the pain.

"Cole," Pheobe said, stunned, shifting Chris to her other side. "I thought you were..."

"Yeah, I know," he said. "It was best for everyone if you thought that. I needed to get away, have a fresh start. I couldn't do that with you and your sisters coming after me."

Cole looked at the two boys.

"Are they yours?" he asked.

"Piper's," Pheobe said. "Wyatt and Chris."

Pheobe knew she probably should have left, took the boys and forgot about Cole, but she couldn't. He was such an important part of her life. She wanted, needed to see what he was doing with his life.

Pheobe looked at the child Cole was holding. She had Cole's perfect blue eyes and his dark hair, which was in curly locks around her face. She wore a pink sundress and white tennis shoes. Two infant girls sat in a double stroller. Both had his eyes and hair. They wore matching outfits which consisted of the cutest little dresses Pheobe had ever seen.

It hit her, then, that Cole was a father. He had moved on, been with another woman, and had three beautiful girls. And what did she have to show for her life, a good job, that was it. A job and a list full of regrets.

"So, Cole, three kids," she said.

"Yeah," he said.

"What are their names?" Pheobe asked.

"This is Jaclynn. She's a year old. And the twins, Jadynn and Jalynn, are seven months old," Cole explained. "My wife wanted all of their names to begin with a "J."

"Where is your wife?" Pheobe asked.

"Um..well...She died giving birth to the twins," Cole said quietly.

Pheobe mentally kicked herself for that. She saw the hurt in Cole's eyes. She had never wanted to hurt Cole. That had never been her intention. She had just been in pain and it had been easier to blame him for all her problems instead of admitting she was wrong and fixing them. She had convinced herself that getting rid of Cole would get rid of her problems, but it didn't. The pain didn't go away when Paige informed her that Cole was dead. It only became buried, getting piled over with work, sister stuff, and new boyfriends. Pheobe tried everything to get over the pain, but nothing helped. Her soul-mate was gone, no more do-overs, no more chances to make it right, to fix their relationship.

And here he was.

"I'm sorry, Cole," Pheobe told him, hoping he knew she was sincere.

"It's okay. You didn't know," he said looking down.

"Cole, are you still a... I mean, do you still have...," she couldn't continue.

"Yes," he answered. "I was able to get rid of the powers I gained in the Wasteland, but I had to take in my Belthazar powers. Without them, I wasn't whole, and it made it easier for evil to take control of me."

'Piper's gonna kill me,' Pheobe thought. 'I have her sons here, standing beside a demon, one who has caused this family so much pain.'

Pheobe looked at Cole, but didn't see the crazed person who came back from the Wasteland. She saw the man she had fallen in love with. He was himself again, the man who had changed sides, became good.

"They are beautiful, Cole," Pheobe said looking at his girls.

"Thanks,"Cole said.

Wyatt tugged on his aunt's arm so she finally gave in and let him go play.

"Be good," she told him. "No magic or hitting."

The little boy ran to the slide.

"I think I'm gonna go. You don't wanna hear about my problems," Cole said, starting to walk away.

Pheobe didn't want him to go. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she was anyway. He wasn't evil. He was just a man raising three children. One who could probably use a little help.

"You don't have to go," she told him.

He stopped and turned toward her.

"I don't want to get hurt again," he said with watery eyes.

"Me either," she said, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes.

So, how was it? If you like it, I will continue it, make it a real story with chapters and everything.claps