The difference between love and hate. // Coop and Bo
It was Coop's turn to pick up the girls from Magic School and he wasn't going to mess it up. He purposely planned his charges just in order to be able to pick his daughters up and spend time with them while Phoebe did what she needed to do. Coop had been realizing that he couldn't really spend a lot of time with them and he was making sure that, that wasn't the case anymore. He was even investigating how to become human, knowing the circumstances as to why and how he became a cupid in the first place.
Not mentioning his intentions to Phoebe, though he knew he would have to eventually, he kept it to himself. Not even the small circle of fathers knew what he wanted to do. Not even Leo, the fallen whitelighter who knew what it was like to fall from something he had seemingly always done. He kept it from Phoebe both is fear that it might cause Phoebe to react badly and because well... He wanted to be able to die with her and no father should have to bury their child. Coop was immortal. They were not. It scared him.
Stepping down a corridor, he had arrived early so he could look at the books, he found the right door that he needed. In the Library he would be alone. There was only one class left in the day and the library was seemingly deserted. Entering completely and shutting the door behind him, he let out a little breath. Coop hadn't even told his brothers and sisters of his plan knowing that they would try to either convince him not to or try to recall him from his place. He couldn't allow either of those things to happen. His family needed him more now than ever. Coop would be human, eventually... Or die.
Eyes scanning through the books on display, he stopped in his tracks. Soft sobs echoed through the large room. His eyes scanned the room before traveling the rows and once he found the source of the cries, he bent down eye level to the little girl who looked no older than Parker was. "Hey... What's a matter?" Coop's voice was soft and gentle in a fatherly way. With his ring on his finger he could tell that she was sad or something like the wicked emotion. Loved but unwelcome...