Disclaimer: I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

This is my first attempt at a fan-fiction.

I was born and raised in England, so some of the words may be spelt the English way and not the American.

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10

Ana's POV

I turn to the side and look at the clock; 6:14am. I don't think any of us slept well last night. Christian kept tossing and turning, probably just waiting for morning to come. We're both still reeling from Phoebe's news. I know I sounded disappointed but I don't really know why. Maybe it's because she's still so young. She's barely an adult and she's still got so much ahead of her. She's such a bright girl and has ambitions, but I don't see how a baby will fit into her life currently.

What am I thinking? Phoebe will be a great mom. She's caring, grounded, smart, she's completely self-less and puts the needs of others before her own. I just wish she could experience life a little more before she wants children. I think that's what Christian wants as well, it just came across the wrong way. I'm still yet to find out if he really wants Phoebe to abort her child. This is our grandchild he is talking about.

We're going to be grandparents. Wow. It's been a while since there's been a baby in the Grey family. Liam, my nephew, was the last one and he's 14 now. I guess it's exciting but also a little nerving and upsetting at the same time. Christian rolls over at this point and opens his sleepy gray eyes.

"Morning baby" I say and run my fingers through his hair. He doesn't say anything and just stares past me out of window onto the view of the sound. Looking at the water is another one of Christian's techniques to express how he is feeling. That, using his piano and obviously his skills in the bedroom. Right now, I know he is deep thought.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask him. I shift down to his level to lay beside him, so that we are eye to eye.

"Just Phoebe" he says simply, giving nothing away. I don't know if he is still angry or not.

"Let's try to have a better day today, ok? I don't want you getting angry with her like yesterday" I say, defending my daughter. As much as I love my husband, I gather from her reaction yesterday that this was definitely not a planned pregnancy.

"I didn't mean to get angry like I did. I just can't believe she's got herself in this situation" I nod, It's what I was thinking a few moments ago.

"Well, regardless she's in it. We're going to support her in no matter what she chooses. Yes, she might have made a poor decision. But this is going to affect her for the rest of her life, and she's going to want help. You know what she's like; she's terrified of being on her own" I say. I stroke his cheek to try and soothe him. He's quiet for a few minutes and then speaks again. My daughter does have some flaws. She can be fairly dependent and naive, and also because she was protected so much growing up, she's a little sheltered from the world.

"She won't be on her own. I'm just scared Ana" he says.

"Scared of what?"

"...Of her not needing me anymore" he says sadly. I shake my head.

"She will need you. All girls need their daddies, and just because she's having a baby; it doesn't mean that's going to change. In fact she's going to need your support more than ever right now" I say. But he doesn't look convinced. But I know what I'm saying is correct. Especially since it looks like Austin isn't going to be involved. The look on my daughter's face yesterday didn't escape my attention when she mentioned Austin.

"Come on then" he says and smacks my ass. He gets out of bed and walks towards the en-suite.

"What? No-morning sex?" I ask him, surprised.

"Oh no, Mrs Grey. There will be morning sex. I'm going in the shower and I expect you to join me" he says and strolls into the bathroom. I eagerly jump out of bed and follow him into the en-suite.

[-xXx-]

We walk into the kitchen and see both boys sat down at the table eating breakfast. I'm sure they were both talking before we walked into the kitchen, but as soon as we walk in they are silent. We both look at them, but they just keep their eyes down, just like they were they were young and when they heard their father's angry voice.

"Ollie, Ted" I say and they look up. "We'll have a better day today. No more arguments" I say and I practically see the weight fall from their shoulders. I understand; it's never nice to see your family fight.

"Have you seen your sister this morning?" Christian asks, sitting at the breakfast table coffee in hand. Both boys shake their head. I look at the time and it is 10 past 9 in the morning, on a Tuesday morning. Late last night, myself and Christian decided to stay at home until this issue is resolved. It's not normal for Phoebe to sleep in this late.

"Ollie, can you go see where your sister is?" Christian asks the youngest, since he has finished his breakfast. Ollie places his places his plate with the other cutlery, and disappears out of the kitchen. I go to sit down next to my husband, I see the tension radiating off him so I grasp his hand. He throws me a lopsided smile and goes back to his breakfast. A few minutes later Ollie walks back into the kitchen with an ashen look on his face.

"What is it Ollie?" I ask.

"Phoebe... she's not there" he says quietly.

"What you mean?" my husband asks. Looks like we are both confused. Ollie then puts a piece of paper down on the table that he must have been holding. Christian picks it up immediately and I also lean in to read.

Dear Mom, Daddy, Ted and Ollie,

Please don't be too mad at me. But I had to just get away for a few days. I love you all but I'm also beginning to get attached to this baby. I think we should all just take some time to breathe. I need to come to terms with it myself and. That's a difficult thing to do when everyone is angry, disappointed and upset.

I just need a few days to myself, so I'll be back by the end of the week. And by alone, I mean alone. I've haven't taken any security with me. But I promise to keep myself safe. When I come back when can sit down and talk about this again. Please just give me this.

I love you all

Phoebe xx

Christian stares at the letter for a few minutes before he places it on the table and moves swiftly out of the kitchen. Ted picks up the letter and starts to read the letter while Ollie sits back down at the table. We're all silent for a few minutes before I decide to follow Christian. I stand up and go to follow Christian out of the room. As I pass Ollie, I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about her boys, she'll be ok" but they both just give me a stiff smile in response. I find my husband in his study with his phone glued to his ear.

"Get Patterson on it at first but if he can't find her after a few days, he's fired and get everyone to look for her" he says and hangs up on who I am presuming is Taylor. I go to persuade him to take it easy on Patterson, but he beats me to it.

"Don't say anything Ana. If he cares about his job, as he says he does. He'll find her quickly" he says and looks down. I go up to him and lift his head so I can see into his bleak, grey eyes.

"What are they going to do when they find her?" I ask him. I don't want him to haul Phoebe back to house. I believe Phoebe is right, that taking a few days breather might be what she needs if she's having a tough time. God knows, I've felt the same way in the past. But I'd feel better knowing where she is, and that she was safe. She could've stayed with her grandparents, or with her aunts and uncles if she needed space. I just hope she isn't placing herself in danger and that she is getting enough to eat.

"I've just told them to report back to me where she is when they find her, and to make sure that she's healthy But to let her stay where she is. If she's still defiant about coming home by next week; then they can bring her home" he says, and I agree with him. I'm glad he has listened to his daughter's need to be left alone.

"I've scared her away, Ana" he whispers painfully. No. I walk up to him and place his hands on my waist while I place mine on his cheeks. I know my husband well enough to know how to provide him comfort.

"No. She's just having a hard time. I'll admit we, as in all of us, weren't the most supportive, but it was a massive shock to all of us. She'll come back and once we sit down and talk properly, everything will fall into place as it should" I try and relax him since I'm sure of my words.

"But... what if she comes back and hates me?" Christian says, evidently still doubting himself.

"Stop. She won't. She loves her daddy too much, and wants you on her side. As long as you don't mention anything to do with abortion. This is our grandchild, you're talking about" I say and as soon as I say the word 'grandchild' his eyes flash to mine.

"Jesus fucking Christ. I'm going to be a grandfather" he contemplates it for a minute. "I promise no more mentions of abortions" he says, and I lean up and kiss him.

"Just give her a bit of time. I love you, Christian" I profess my love for my husband for about the millionth time since we got married.

"How can you love me? Even after the monster I was last night?" he says.

"I'll always love you, no matter what part you show. Every single shade I see" I say and reach up and run my fingers through his hair.

"All fifty of them" he says and leans down and kisses me.

Phoebe's POV

I've been staying at the King's Inn for 2 days now, and I've been staying in my room for the majority of it, just hiding away from the world. The only times I've ventured outside are to go to the small convenience store down the street, and yesterday morning when I went out and bought an extremely cheap and outdated laptop as well as some pregnancy books. Since then I've just been staying in the hotel room researching baby stuff.

I've got the basics of pregnancy down. I know what to eat and what not to eat. I've learnt that I may start showing around 8-10 weeks and also when my scans should take place. I've also looked up morning sickness. Since I've arrived I've been throwing up a lot more since I arrived. But I'm able to keep food down. I'm just going to have to assume that everything is ok, and maybe get checked out when I go back home.

Going home. I shiver at the thought. Looking back, probably leaving so abruptly maybe wasn't such a good idea. I've probably made Dad even more mad. I just hope he understands me and why I needed a few days away, even just a little. Maybe that'll make things just a little easier when I go home. The only contact that I've had with anyone outside of the motel was with Mrs Fox. I only work once this week since I've done extra shifts the past couple of weeks. I explained to her my current situation and after a talk and promises of working an extra shift sometime next week. She agreed to give me this week off.

I also asked her about the possibility of going from part-time work to full-time work. Many of my co-workers are around my age. I'm hoping that many of them may be going to college, therefore Mrs Fox may need people to do extended hours. She said she will try to sort something out and is going to talk to me in a few weeks. I want the best for the baby. I want to be able to afford decent food, decent shelter and nice cribs and other equipment, and I don't just want to use my father's money for that. I want to prove that I can do this without complete reliance on money that doesn't really belong to me.

I'm laying down on the cheap bed watching some old tv programme on the tiny TV. I'm contemplating a nap, when I feel a bubbling sensation in my stomach. I fly off the bed and get straight on my knees in front of the toilet. After I finish throwing up, I sit against the toilet with my back against the wall. I'll be happy when this sickness stops, and when I feel some energy to get up and do something. Over the last 2 days, I've been taking plenty of naps. I read up that during the first trimester there is plenty of sickness and tiredness.

"Jeez" I say and pull myself up. I clean my own mess up. The cleaner shouldn't have to clean up my mess. Once I'm finished cleaning I shuffle towards the bed and collapse on the bed. I roll onto my back and close my eyes. I keep my hand over my stomach reminding myself of the whole reason for this. I close my eyes and picture an ideal world. Austin crying out in happiness at my situation. He picks me up and swings me around. We go to my parents. Sure they're not a hundred percent happy, but they get used to it. We're all sat in the family room talking about the future baby. No-one mentions abortions. That is an extremely imaginative idea. I open my eyes and I see the contrast between my fairy tale and the reality. The situation i'm living in is definitely not a fairy tale.

Christian's POV

Taylor pulls up outside of Henderson's motors and I tell him to wait in the car. I can't imagine this'll take long. I walk into the building and immediately the smell of oil and loud mechanical noises greet me. I'll be honest, I think I've only ever gone into one of these places once or twice. I see Mr Henderson Sr look up from where he is currently working and look right at me. He starts to walk towards me.

"Mr Grey. Can I help you?" He says. He's a good guy, I suppose.

"Your son. I want to see him" I pretty much hiss through my teeth.

"Why?" He asks. So he doesn't know yet.

"We're going to be grandparents. Your son got my daughter pregnant. She's only 17 and I want to know what he's planning on doing in regards to that situation" I say trying to remain calm. Truth is, I want to know why he can't leave my daughter alone, and why he insists on hurting her. I think Mr Henderson Sr gets that I'm not leaving until I see the little fucker.

"I'll go get him. Please wait in the office" he says and opens the door to the garage office. I pace around inside the office until I hear two voices.

"I don't get what you want me for Dad..." I hear Austin say, and then I see him turn into the doorway. His face when he sees me is pitiful. He looks shit scared. Good.

"Austin, how nice to see you" I say sarcastically. He walks into the room, hands in pockets and his father shuts the door behind him.

"I guess you know why, I'm here" I begin. He nods and I wait for him to answer.

"Phoebe" he says quietly.

"I just wanted to know why you are so intent on destroying my daughter's life and want to hurt her so much" I say with anger in my voice. He blanches and looks down at his feet.

"Mr Grey..." The father begins, but I'm on a roll.

"First you get involved with her and then break up with her. Do you know how despondent and low she was in those weeks after. If that's not enough, you get her pregnant and pretty much change the rest of her life..." I say but he interrupts me.

"I don't want to hurt her! I care about Phoebe. Do you think those weeks were easy for me too? I came back and asked her to give it another go but she said no. I only just got her back last week. I never wanted to hurt her..." Wait, what did he say?

"What the fuck did you just say? You got her back last week?" I question and I'm pretty sure that I do not look impressed. What the fuck was she thinking?

"We... we agreed we where going to give it another go. She was going to tell you, but apparently you were all busy this week" he tries to reason with me. Why can't I control my daughter, and why does she make these stupid decisions? Another thought occurs to me. If they were talking in secrecy maybe she told him where she would be going.

"Do you know where Phoebe is? Don't you even think about covering for her" I say. I know I'm letting him know that Phoebe isn't at home. But I don't trust my daughter when she says she's going to be alone for a week. For all I know, she could be staying with him for the week.

"What do you mean where is she? She's at home isn't she?" He says, questioning me. Fuck you little prick.

"Forget it. I've just come to warn you to never come near my daughter again. She said you weren't going to be involved" I make sure my daughter was telling the truth on that part. I figure I'm correct when he doesn't say anything, and looks out of the window instead of me. I look at his face and I think I see moisture in his eyes. Fuck off, you got her pregnant in the first place. "Good, and I want you to stay away from her in the future" I say and begin to walk to the door.

"You make me sound like I made all her decisions. She was as up for it as me" he says, and I turn around immediately, grab his collar and push him up against the wall.

"You do influence her decisions. She always makes the wrong choices when it comes to you. Stay away from my daughter, she's worth a thousand of you. She'll get all the help she needs from her family, so you have no reason to ever come near her again. If I do find out you've come near her again. You will regret it" I finish, that entire sentence come out with my teeth clenched. His father is grasping my arms trying to get me to let go of him. I eventually do, and he just slides down the wall, not even attempting to pick himself back up. I take one last look at him and walk straight out of the garage and back into the car with Taylor.

A/N

Ok. I apologise for the depressing last chapter, but hopefully this'll make you forgive me a little bit. Pretty Please... On another note. I want to thank all of the people who have reviewed, favourited, followed and viewed this story. It means a lot to me, keeps me motivated and makes me more than happy to post chapters for you guys. A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO GREY GIRL 1989 for recommending this story on your story; 'The Grey-Cross Generation'. P.S. I love your stories as well ;P

On a final, final note I may not upload any chapters tomorrow. I'm going to wedding and I should be there from morning until night. But I promise if I don't upload tomorrow, I'll be back on Thursday with chapters :)

Danielle xX