The next morning Christian stands in the master bedroom and observes the amazing view that he and his wife are fortunate to wake up to every morning. Ana walks over to him and wraps her arms around him from behind.

"Good Morning Mr Grey" she says to him softly and lovingly.

He takes one of her hands, draws it up to his lips and kisses each knuckle. "Good Morning. Did you sleep well?"

"I sure did. You see, I have this amazing husband that got up with our three month old daughter both times when she needed to be fed"

"Mm, this husband of yours sounds pretty special. Are you trying to make me jealous Mrs Grey?" He turns around and touches his nose to hers.

"You are my amazing husband. Mine, and no one else's." She kisses him passionately, and he returns the kiss. When he pulls away he leans his forehead against hers.

"I'd love to stay up here with you all day, but I need to go police our kids into eating breakfast and leaving for school on time." He pulls his head away from hers but still holds both of her hands in his.

"Go get 'em" she says. He kisses both of her hands and leaves the room.

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Christian walks into the kitchen and immediately walks over to the refrigerator. He fishes out the orange juice and pours himself a glass. Teddy is sitting at the breakfast bar eating his breakfast. Christian drinks some of his juice before addressing an obvious missing presence at the breakfast bar. "Where's your sister?"

"I think she's in the bathroom" he answers his father without looking up from his breakfast. For such a lean kid he sure does eat a lot and fast.

"I woke her up an hour ago. Why is she still in the bathroom?" Christian asks. He is clearly annoyed.

"You know, girls take longer to get ready"

"Shit, she's going to school, not the prom" Christian snaps. He leaves the room and approaches the foyer with purpose. He climbs the stairs to the second floor and is instantly outside of the bathroom door. He knocks but there is no answer.

"Phoebe" he calls for her. "Come on, I know you're in there. You need to get moving so you're not late for school." There is no answer, but Christian is pretty sure that Phoebe is in there. "Phoebe?" he calls for her again, and then hears the distinct sound of her vomiting. He quickly reaches up for the key to unlock the door. He rushes in and softens when he sees his daughter leaning over the toilet. He crouches down and takes her hair in his hand to hold it away from her face. He gently rubs her back with the other hand as she continues to vomit.

After a short while she stops. He lets go of her and makes his way to the closet to pull out a wash cloth. He runs cool water over it and crouches behind his daughter again. He hands it to her so she can clean her face. Ana walks in and sees the two of them on the floor. "Is everything alright?"

"Our baby is sick, Ana." He reaches up around Phoebe and places his hand over her forehead. "She has a fever."

"Do you know where the thermometer is?" she asks.

"In our bathroom" he answers her as he smoothes Phoebe's hair back with his damp hands.

Always the control freak, of course he knows where the thermometer is. Phoebe wants her parents to stop fussing. "Let me go, I'm okay" she struggles to move away from Christian, but he doesn't let her. She is so weak. He kneels and pulls her back so she is leaning against his chest.

"Just relax, okay? Don't waste your energy fighting me on this" he says to her softly. Christian is always good with showing his softer side when his kids are ill. They wait in silence for Ana to return. When she does, she runs the thermometer over Phoebe's forehead and face. Ana looks at it and widens her eyes.

"What is it?" Christian asks.

"Hundred and two. No school for you baby"

"Should we call my mother?" Christian asks as Phoebe struggles to stand.

"Please stop fussing, I'll be fine" she says, but then everything goes dark. As quickly as she tries to stand she collapses. Christian catches her and immediately scoops her up in his arms.

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Christian and Ana talk in the hallway after putting Phoebe back in her room. Christian wants to call his mother, but Ana doesn't think it is necessary. She doesn't want to run to his mother every time there is a cut or scrape with their kids, which is pretty much what they've been doing since their kids were babies. She's been trying to put a stop to that and only saving the "Mommy Grey" card for emergencies.

"She needs to stay in bed, take medicine and drink fluids" Ana says to her husband in an attempt to calm him. "Tell you what, if her fever doesn't go down by later this afternoon then we'll call your mother."

Christian ponders this for a few seconds. "Okay. We'll do it your way. But if her fever gets worse…."

"If it gets worse, then yes, we'll call her" Ana agrees. "I can't stay home with her. I have clients flying in from New York"

"New York?" he asks as he raises an eyebrow.

"Yes" she confirms. "They were supposed to come out here three months ago, but our Natalie decided to make an early appearance into the world. So, I can't put it off again."

Christian nods. "Okay, I'll stay home with her"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"We'll be fine. We agreed that one of us would stay home with our kids when they're sick. I don't want anyone else taking care of them when they're ill"

"I know" Ana says and puts her arms around his neck. "Be nice to her, okay?"

"I'm always nice, Mrs Grey" he says to her. He reaches down and kisses her.

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Phoebe slowly flutters her eyes open. They feel so heavy, and her head feels like it is being pumped with air. When her eyes are open and things come into focus, she sees her father sitting on her bed. How did I get here? I thought I was in the bathroom.

"What happened?" she asks weakly.

"You collapsed"

"Oh" She looks around her room. "Where's Mom?"

Christian smirks. "It's nice to see you too. She had to go to work. I'll be staying home with you today." Phoebe tries not to look annoyed, but she can't help it. "How are you feeling?"

Phoebe tries to sit up, but she's weak. "Empty"

"I can see why. The only thing in your stomach was that delicious chicken lasagna that you and your mother made last night"

Phoebe starts to feel sick again and tries to get out of bed, but Christian stops her.

"Whoa, where are you going?"

"Bathroom" she says quickly, trying to avoid vomiting in her room.

Christian puts a bucket in front of her. "Here, use this"

"No, I want the bathroom." She tries to struggle again, but she can't get out of bed.

"Phoebe" he says as he holds the bucket in front of her again. She can't keep it in any longer. She stops struggling and grabs the bucket with both hands, vomiting into it. Christian holds her hair again and works to make sure she doesn't let go of the bucket. When she is finished, he puts the bucket on the floor and puts the tissues in her hands. She has tears in her eyes from being sick and feverish. She grabs a few tissues and cleans her face.

"Ew, that's so gross" she says through tears.

"I know" Christian agrees. He leans down to pick up the bucket. "You need to stay in bed so you don't pass out again. I'm going to go clean this out, and I'll bring back a wet wash cloth for you, okay?" he asks her softly.

Phoebe doesn't look up at him, but she nods her head.

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A few hours later, Phoebe is asleep and Christian is emailing his wife with his blackberry.

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From: Christian Grey
To: Anastasia Grey
Time: Monday 11:04am PST
Subject: Our Daughter

My Dearest Ana,

You'll be happy to know that our daughter is resting peacefully. And I am being nice to her. I have also restrained myself from calling my mother, although I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to resist the urge to have my mother tend to our feverish daughter. I'll do my best, for you baby. Please tell me how your day is going with those eastern snobs… er, New York publishers.

Your Loving Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

He waits for a few moments for a response, but it doesn't come. She must be busy with meetings. She works too hard. As he walks through the upstairs hallway he hears the ping from his blackberry and immediately fishes it out.

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From: Anastasia Grey
To: Christian Grey
Time: Monday 11:15am PST
Subject: RE: Our Daughter

My Dearest Christian,

Thank you for updating me on our daughter. I know she is in good hands. And I am also glad that you are restraining yourself from calling your mother, although I wish I was there with you, doing the restraining. The eastern snobs, as you call them, are sitting about five feet away from me right now discussing a few manuscripts. They have some good ideas, but I won't bore you with the details. I can think of some better ways to spend our evening.

Your Loving Anastasia Grey
CEO, SIP
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Christian reads the email and smirks. He writes back

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From: Christian Grey
To: Anastasia Grey
Time: Monday 11:17am PST
Subject: Naughty Thoughts

Now, now, what would your clients think if they knew what you were thinking right now? Naughty girl. I have my own ideas of how I'd like to spend our evening. I hope you are up for it.

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

From: Anastasia Grey
To: Christian Grey
Time: Monday 11:19am PST
Subject: RE: Naughty Thoughts

I'm up for it, and looking forward to it.

Anastasia Grey
CEO, SIP
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Christian checks on Phoebe at noon. He brings her some soup, a glass of water and some medicine. Her eyes flutter open when she feels his presence and she moans.

"How are we feeling?" he asks her.

"I don't think I can eat that" she says after she eyes the bowl in his hand. She covers her eyes with her hands.

He puts the bowl, glass and medicine on her bed table and sits down. He reaches under her bed and pulls out a lap table that she uses for her laptop. He sets it up for her and then puts it aside to help her sit up. She isn't thrilled with his insistence. She feels like a rag doll. She has no energy to sit up and eat a bowl of soup. After he lifts her he adjusts her pillows so she can lean back against them. He puts the lap table over her legs and puts the soup in front of her, but she makes no move to eat the soup.

"I can feed it to you if you'd like" he says, knowing that she will refuse the offer.

"No"

"Then eat. It will help you get your energy back"

She caves. She knows that he will not let up until she eats some of the soup. He is sitting on her bed, two feet away from her, watching her. He's so infuriating. She is uncoordinated as she lifts the spoon with her right hand and dips it into the soup. She hesitates for a few moments before she pulls the spoon toward her mouth. She manages to do it without spilling any of it. She can feel her father smiling at her, but she doesn't look up at him. She is concentrating on the soup, and her shaky hand holding the spoon. She doesn't want to spill it. She doesn't want to eat all of it. Maybe he will be satisfied as long as I eat some of it. After eight spoon fulls, she has had enough. She puts the spoon into the bowl.

"I can't" she says in defeat, and Christian knows that she means it.

"Okay, you did well. We'll try some more in a few hours. Do you want to go back to sleep?" She nods, her eyes looking down and tired. "Okay, take this medicine first. It will help with your fever." She does as she's told and takes the pills that he puts in her hand. She struggles to take a few sips of the water to wash it down, and then holds the glass out for him to take it from her. He takes it and puts it on the table. He reaches up to feel her head and it is still hot. He worries and thinks about calling his mother again, but then remembers that he had promised his wife that he wouldn't.

"Don't call Grandma. She's just going to tell you that I have a fever" she says weakly.

How did she know what I was thinking? Christian adjusts her pillows again so that she can lie down. She is quick to cooperate, she is so tired. He covers her up with her heavy blanket. "Sleep baby" he says to her, and her eyes are instantly closed.