Phoebe is sitting on her bed, her knees bent and her arms wrapped around her thighs. She has stopped crying, but tears continue to trickle down her cheeks. Once in a while she brings a hand up to wipe her tears. She is numb and has a stone cold expression on her face. Ana is sitting next to her, gently running a brush through her long brown knotted hair. Teddy is also in the room. He is standing across from her bed and leaning back against her dresser, his palms gripping the edge. He has been nervous ever since his sister begged their father not to hit him. He never believed his father would ever do that. Then again, he's never been in any real trouble, until now.

"We were supposed to go see Doctor Flynn" Phoebe says, her voice nearly inaudible.

"Your father cancelled the appointment because you're sick" Ana explains to her.

The mood in the room tenses when Christian appears. He is holding a bowl of soup in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He also has medicine for Phoebe's fever tucked under his arm.

"Theodore" he says with authority.

"No, please Daddy don't, please" Phoebe starts to cry again. Ana tries to comfort her as she looks at her husband. Phoebe puts her head in her hands and cries.

"It's alright Phoebe" Christian says softly as he looks down at his wife and daughter. He turns his attention back to his son and increases his tone. "Son, your behavior today was completely unacceptable. There are other ways to solve your problems that don't involve using your fists." Christian pauses, making the mood in the room even more tense. Phoebe and Teddy do not know where he is going with this. They wait in silence until he speaks up. "You are grounded for two weeks."

Teddy starts to relax, and Phoebe stops crying. All eyes are on Christian, and his eyes are still on Teddy. "No iPad, no television, no hanging out with friends, and your music and game features on your phone will be suspended for two weeks. Understood?"

"Yes sir" he says to his father.

"Good" he looks back at his wife and daughter, and things start to calm down in the room. "Mrs Taylor has prepared our dinner. Why don't the two of you go down and start without me?" he says to his wife and son. They both stand and leave the room, and Ana gives her husband a quick kiss on her way out.

Phoebe keeps still on her bed, taking in the events of the last five minutes. She is not aware that her father has sat down until he starts speaking. "When you said you were hungry, that was music to my ears" he says softly.

"I think I've lost my appetite" she responds in an even softer voice.

"Don't be like that. You got your way, I didn't spank your brother, even if he did deserve it."

Phoebe wipes her nose with the back of her hand. "If you need to punish somebody, punish me. It's my fault he beat up Jay."

Christian is touched that his daughter would take her brother's punishment. "I know he did it for you. I admire how the two of you look out for each other. I just wish that didn't involve keeping things from me" he says sadly.

"You're not always easy to talk to" she admits as she glances up at him. She quickly looks back down at her knees.

"I know I'm not. I suppose I need to work on that." He reaches down under the bed and pulls out the lap table again. He sets it up and puts it in front of her after she stretches her legs out in front of her. Then he carefully puts the soup in front of her and holds the spoon out for her. "Here, take it." She takes the spoon from him and thinks about eating the soup. "You need to get your strength back, then you'll start to feel better" he says to her softly.

She starts to eat the soup, nice and slow. Christian smiles and sits with her until she finishes. She manages to eat all of it, earning her a big smile from her father. It's been a while since she's seen him smile like that, and it makes her temporarily forget about her problems.

"Good girl" he says to her proudly. He takes the soup bowl away and puts it on the bed table. He puts the medicine in her hand again and she takes it with the water. He feels her forehead and frowns when he notices how warm she still is. "We need to talk about what you went through on Friday, but we'll wait until you are feeling better" he says to her. She grimaces as she is reminded of her ordeal, and then remembers that she told her father everything that happened.

"Are you going to hit me?" she asks, earning her a confused look.

"No, I told you, I already punished you for what you did on Friday" he tries to assure her. Why does she keep asking me this?

"I just figured, since you know more about it now, and you're angry…."

"Yes, I'm angry" he cuts her off, and then catches his angry tone. He shakes his head and immediately changes tack. "I want you to stop worrying about punishment. As long as you follow the rules and do what you're told everything is going to be fine, okay?"

Phoebe nods her head.

"Good. Are you still hungry?" Phoebe shakes her head. He leans forward and plants two kisses on her forehead. "You should get some sleep. Lie down, I'll tuck you in." She does as she's told. He takes the lap table away and puts it under her bed. He pulls the blanket over her and sits for a few seconds, rubbing his hand up and down her back. "Sleep baby" he says softly. He stands and turns the light out. As he leaves the room he is halted by the sound of her sweet voice.

"Daddy" he turns around and looks down at her. "Thank you for taking care of me." He smiles, and waits a few more seconds before leaving her room and closing her door.

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Christian and Ana are in bed. The lights are out and all that could be heard is her heavy breathing. They have decided to let Natalie sleep in her nursery so that she wouldn't be subjected to their kinky fuckery. Ana's hands are tied above her head with his tie, her favorite gray tie that they had kept over the years just for this purpose. The tie is also knotted around the bedpost. He is slowly working his way down her body with his mouth, licking and sucking. His mouth is on her right breast when he interrupted by an unexpected outburst from his wife.

"Phoebe" she blurts out. Christian stops immediately and looks up at his wife. She is still breathing heavily.

He blinks a few times before he speaks. "You know I love our children dearly, but now is hardly the time or the place to be calling out their names." He starts to suck and lick between her breasts, but she stops him again.

"No, honey I really think she needs something"

"What?" he looks up at her again, confused.

"I just have a feeling. I need to check"

Christian stops her attempts and decides to tease her. "There's just one problem Mrs Grey. You seem to be a little tied up at the moment." He leans up and kisses her lips. "I'll go check." He climbs off of the bed and slips on pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. He starts to leave but Ana stops him.

"Ahem" she makes the exaggerated sound of clearing her throat.

"What?" he turns around and acts oblivious, all part of his plan to torture her.

"You're not going to leave me like this." Ana is still tied to the bed and completely naked.

"I won't be long" he says with a sly look on his face.

"Christian" she lightly scolds. "What if the baby wakes up?"

"I will check on her too." He walks over to the bed again and climbs on top of her. He kisses her lips again. "Now you keep still Anastasia, unless of course you want another good hiding from your husband." She blushes, and he smiles. "Oh Mrs Grey, after nineteen years of marriage I still manage to make your cheeks pink." He kisses her again. "All of them."

He climbs off the bed again and starts to leave the room. "Don't fall asleep" he orders. He closes the door and locks it.

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Christian returns to find his wife sleeping. Her hands are still tied above her head. He removes his shirt and pajama bottoms and slowly climbs on top of her again. He kisses her face softly and she stirs awake. "You fell asleep" he says to her softly.

Ana glances over at the alarm clock while he kisses her neck. "Christian, you were gone for forty five minutes" she says a little louder than she means to.

"My apologies, but you were right, the baby needed to be fed. You have her on quite the schedule." He starts to swirl his index finger around her breast.

"Is Phoebe alright?"

"Yeah" he says with a smile. "Her fever finally broke." He leans down and kisses her above her breast.

"Really?"

"Yes. Her pillows were soaked so I had to get her some new ones."

"Did she wake up?"

"No, she's sound asleep." He looks into his wife's eyes and realizes that she's in pain. "Here, let me take care of these for you." He leans up and unties her hands. He helps her lower her arms so that her elbows are rested at her sides, her hands on her stomach. He starts to kiss every inch of her left arm, starting at the wrist and working his way up. When he reaches her shoulder he stops and repeats the process with the right arm, massaging her arm as he does it. "Better?" he asks, and she nods. "Good." He gently brings her wrists down so that they are rested on each side of her and holds them in place. He positions himself so that he is kneeling between her legs. "Cause I'm not done with you yet Mrs Grey."

Thank you again for all of the reviews. They definitely inspire me to write more, and there will be more.