Who: Phoebe and Ladybug Halliwell (perhaps with an appearance by Mel) What: Picking up the little one and taking her 'home'. When: Afternoon/evening of the 1st Where: Mel and Adam's apartment first, then Phoebe's. Maybe a tour, heck if I know! Rating: PG, there are little ears present! Status: Incomplete
She had a daughter. Not now, obviously. In the future, though. Just as she'd envisioned it. Oh, Phoebe had faith in her visions, sure. She wouldn't have been given the power back at all if it weren't for the best. She'd grown into herself over the years and she knew she did what was right with the powers given to her. It wasn't her fault that she was horribly upset that all that time had passed and she still didn't even have a (non-demon) husband, let alone a baby girl to love.
And she still didn't have a baby girl. She had an eleven year-old. Despite what Mel had said about Ladybug, PJ, or whichever she wanted her mom to call her, loving her no matter what, Phoebe was nervous. She didn't even know her daughter's full name. Or who her father was. Or if there were more before or after her. This wasn't fair. It was like walking into a battle unarmed. She wanted the little girl, her little girl, to love her. And she wanted to feel that instant maternal bond with the child that she knew she should. But goddess, what if she didn't?
It wouldn't happen. It couldn't. Mel wasn't even hers and Phoebe had still loved her instantly. She'd wanted this baby so badly. She knew she'd love her. But what if she wasn't the mom her little Ladybug wanted her to be?
Smoothing her hair, she knocked lightly on the door to the apartment her niece shared with her husband. She should have brought Piper as a buffer or something. This was going to be harder than she'd ever actually expected.