Christian exited the elevator, closely followed by Taylor who slipped his way into the security office. He removed off his suit jacket and threw it over the back of the couch; Mrs Jones would pick it up later.

He placed his blackberry on the table and made his way to one special room.

'Grace' read the pink plaque.

He slowly pushed the door open to see a little brown haired girl talking animatedly through two dolls. He watched her from the doorway, making sure not to disturb her while she played.

She is the reason, he thought to himself, she is the reason you work so hard, Grey.

Her eyes turned to him when she sensed another presence. Her eyes went wide and the realisation that she was looking at him snapped him from his thoughts.

He matched her wide, beaming smile as she jumped up and charged as fast as her legs would carry her.

"DADDY!" she squealed throwing herself into his embrace, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Hello Princess" he whispered as he buried his face in her little curls and smiled. "I missed you today."

"I miss you too Daddy" she smiled, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. He sat down on her bed and kissed her cheek.

"Did you like your first night sleeping in your big girl bed?" he asked smiling. She had barely spent half the night in her bed before she had toddled down to his bedroom and wrapped herself in his bed.

"Yes, it's pink and bouncy and has pwincesses on it" she laughed standing up and bouncing.

"Gracie, sweetheart you can't bounce on it. If you fall, you're going to hurt yourself" he said, with as much authority as he could muster with his two year old sweetheart.

She quickly sat on her bed looking very sad before whispering a quiet "Sowwy Daddy". He smiled at the mispronunciation on her 'r's'. Her language for her age was phenomenal, despite her 'r's', all her other letter were almost perfect. The only other person who wasn't surprised by his daughters impressive language skills had been his mother, "Well of course she's more advanced than other children, my grandbaby is a genius" He smiled at the memory of his mother before looking back to his daughter.

Her sad grey eyes broke his heart so he quickly scooped her back into his lap and tilted her chin to look at his.

"Hey, I don't want to see those sad eyes" he whispered, "Daddy doesn't want his little princess to get hurt okay?" he said softly adding a gentle kiss to her little nose.

"Okay Daddy" she answered perking up a bit.

They both looked up to a knock on the door, to find Mrs Jones standing there.

"Grace you're snack is ready" she smiled.

Christian stood her up on the floor and knelt to her height. "Right, you go with Mrs Jones and have you're snack while I go change and I'll meet you in the kitchen in a second".

"O.k. Daddy" she smiled before running off. "Come on Gail" she said, grasping her hand and pulling Gail towards the kitchen.

Christian retreated to his bedroom and into his closet. He quickly stripped out of his 'Christian Grey, CEO' persona and into some jeans and a t-shirt, taking on his 'Christian Grey, Father' role. He smiled at the photograph on his bedside table. It was Grace, just three weeks ago at her Second birthday party. She had cake round her mouth and was wearing some ridiculous party hat but she looked adorable.

He hadn't expected to be a father, he'd always been so careful so when having sex with anyone so when one of his previous submissives had come to him to tell him she was pregnant his whole life went spinning. She didn't want children, but hadn't the heart to abort it, her beliefs had been completely against it. Christian had been furious at this point, he couldn't be a father, could he? A cold man with no heart? Any child deserved better than him. When he'd refused to care for the baby, she told him that her only option would be adoption and up until her eighth month of pregnancy had been what they both wanted.

He'd spent night after night dreaming of a little brown haired, grey eyed girl crying for her Daddy to save her; he looked for her as much as he could but failed to find her in the never ending darkness. That had been his wake up call, this child was his responsibility, so that night he called Rebecca and told her that the child was going to live with him, and so a month later, Christian Grey stood in the hospital nursery holding a tiny pink bundle. "My sweet Grace Mia Grey" he whispered to his baby daughter, "I'll never let you down" he smiled a teardrop landing gently on her forehead. That had been his promise; she would have a better start than he did.

"Daddy" came a call that interrupted his flashback. He smiled and hid behind the bedroom door as he watched his angel come teetering in. He scooped her up and began tickling her. "Snack time Daddy" she giggled sweetly as he placed her back on the floor.

"Snack time" he smiled.

His last thought as he left the bedroom 'What should I do about Miss Anastasia Steele?'