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 11
Phoebe's POV
I'm sat in the park close to where I'm staying. It's late in the afternoon; around 5pm, and there are few people around me. Isn't there supposed to be lots of people around at parks during the summertime? There's only me and a mother with two of her children; a boy and a girl that are playing on the climbing frame. I sit and swing back a forth a few times, but I get startled when I hear a familiar voice behind me.
"I knew If I kept looking around parks I'd find you soon enough" I turn around and see Patterson leaning against the swing. I don't say anything just stare at him, as he walks over and sits on the swing next to me. I guess he is right. There is something about swings to me; they just soothe me. Whenever I'm going through even a little bit of turmoil; I always go and sit and swing slightly. They just calm me.
"Are you going to tell my father?" I have to ask him. He looks at me and twists his lips slightly as if he is contemplating something.
"Do you want me to?" he asks. I was expecting him to answer with; 'I have to'
"Not yet. Please"
"Then I won't tell him yet. No-one else knows I'm here. So you're safe for now" he says and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"You're father never told us that you were pregnant. He only told the security to track you down, and that if I didn't find you, I'd lose my job" he says and I gasp.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd go that far" I apologise for my father's actions. He took it a step too far.
"Don't worry. I found you, just promise me you'll go back soon" he says.
"I will" I say and he nods. I get back to his original question.
"I just needed sometime alone. Nobody has taken the news particularly well. Even myself; when I first took the test. Sure, I was a little happy but I was also freaking out. I just felt like everyone was ganging up on me" I say, with a tear in my eye.
"Who knows?" he asks.
"Almost everyone. My Mom, Dad, My brothers, Gail, Austin and you. I need to tell my friends but after everyone else's reactions I scared what theirs is going to be" I say.
"Their your friends. They'll support you no matter what" he says.
"Yeah. That's what my family are supposed to do as well. But my mom was just so disappointed in me. I can see it in her face. My dad and Austin were so mad. Both of them told me to have an abortion-" I hiccup as a few tears roll down my face "- and don't think I didn't catch your reaction, either" I say looking at him. He looks down at his feet.
"I was shocked. It's just a situation I thought I'd never see you in. You've never particularly shown interest in children. The only time I've ever seen you talk about or interact with children is when you volunteered at the hospital" he says. And it was one of the most eye opening experiences of my life. We played with them, read with them and did other activities with them. It really was one of the best days of my life.
"Everyone was just shocked. They'll be happy once they get used to it" he tries to reason with me.
"What if they don't?" I say quietly. I think it's far to say that I won't be seeing Austin again in the near future, what if my family follow?
"They won't Pheebs. They love you too much" he says.
"Ok. I just thought it was best that everyone had some time away to deal with it properly" I say.
"I see. You're father is getting worried sick. You need to go home soon" he says and I agree. We're both silent for a little while, until I decide to lighten the mood.
"God. relationships suck" I say laughing slightly, wiping away my tears. It's not just me with the complicated relationships. Jared has had his share of complicated relationships.
"Yeah, tell me about it" he scoffs. His last girlfriend was a psycho. According to her, at first it was my mom who was sleeping with Jared, while they were dating and then it was me. Fair to say that their relationship didn't last long.
"How about you? Are there any girls who have caught your eye?" I say, generally hopeful for him. He's just turned 35, and I think he'd be a great family man. He just needs to find the right girl.
"No" he says. But he said it too quickly, and shakes his head. I immediately know he is lying. I look at him, until he raises his head to look me dead in the eye.
"There is someone. Come on, tell me" I pester him.
"You're relentless, you know that" he says and I just give him him a crooked smile and a shrug of the shoulders.
"Tell me" I say.
"It's... um... your friend Larissa's sister... Mariana" he says quiet. He looks down at his hands which he is rubbing together. I look at him waiting to go on.
"She's just... I don't know. I think she is beautiful and kind and caring. The few times we've spoken it feels so natural and I love it, I'd love to ask her out one day" he says wistfully.
"Then do it!" I shout at him. "You'd be such a cute couple and Larissa will be totally up for it" I say. They'd be great together. I know Mariana's past relationships weren't fantastic. But she is a gorgeous girl and has two beautiful kids.
"I don't know..." he says.
"Tell you what, I'll speak to Mariana and Larissa and get Mariana's opinion of you. I'm sure she likes you too" I say. He just laughs.
"You are a lot of hard work, you know that right" he says, but how can he not want to know if Mariana thinks he is hot as well? It must be done! We both stand up at this point and we walk back to the motel.
[-xXx-]
"I think that's everything" I say as I zip up my bag, containing all my belongings. It's just gone past 9pm in the evening, and I've decided to head home. Better get it over and done with.
"Better be, I'm not coming back here because you left your toothbrush" Patterson says.
"I'm ready to go!" I shout at him. He's been doing this for the past 15 minutes. He just smirks at me and walks out of the hotel room. I followed him out of the room, and he holds the door open. Patterson called my mom and dad and told him that I'm coming home. I asked Patterson how my father appeared during the conversation and Patterson said that he sounded relieved but calm at the same time. It doesn't sound like him at all. We walk around to the front desk and check out of the room. Once I'm seated in the car I lean back and try to prepare myself for arriving at home. I swear I close my eye for a second and the next thing I know, we're pulling into the house's drive. Oh god, here we go. When the car stops I see my parents stood on the doorstep staring at me. I open the door slowly, and step out.
"Hey" I say as I walk slowly towards them.
"How are you?" Mom asks. I can't detect an angry tone to her voice and that makes me a little less nervous, but I still don't dare to look my father in the eye.
"I'm fine" I just shrug my shoulders. May as well get this ball rolling. "Look, I'm sorry for leaving abruptly, but I just needed-" I stop when my father raises his hand.
"We understand. We're not saying that we're not angry that you didn't choose to stay with someone close to you, but we understand why you left. We're just happy that you came back" Dad says, but I see something different in his eyes. Is it fear maybe? I move forward towards his and wraps my arms around my father and hug him he doesn't put his arms around me immediately, but he does after a few long seconds.
"I'll always come back" I say and I feel him relax slightly, but there is still something bothering him. I yawn against his chest and he pulls away from me to look down at me.
"Are you tired?" he asks and I nod. I've been tired all day. The people in the room next to me last night were not quiet. They were arguing, and then moved onto sex. The walls were very thin.
"Get some sleep sweetie and we can talk properly tomorrow" Mom suggests and I nod and agree with her. Sleep sounds like a very good idea right now.
"I'm at an early breakfast meeting tomorrow so you won't see me at breakfast, but we''ll talk when I get home" My father says, but there is still something missing from him. He doesn't seem as ...powerful. But I don't really dwell on it, since my mom is pretty much pushing me towards the stairs, and the tiredness is taking over my body. I settle on talking to my parents tomorrow and head upstairs to my bedroom.
[-xXx-]
I wake up suddenly, with a sore throat. I need a drink. I try to convince myself that I don't and try to fall back asleep. But it doesn't work. I'll have to get some orange juice. When I get about half way down the stairs I hear a tune coming from the piano. I walk downstairs and go into the main room where our grand piano is. I see my father sitting on the stool playing a sad tune. I walk closer to him just as the tune finishes. He turns around and then pats the space next to him on the stool.
"That was a sad one" I say as I sit down next to him. I learned years ago that whenever my father can't sleep he goes to the piano and plays a tune; happy or sad, depends on how he is feeling. He just shrugs in response.
"Did I wake you?" he asks ignoring my comment.
"No. I needed a drink and wanted some orange juice" I say. He gets up from the stool and walks into the kitchen. He comes back a little while later with a fresh glass of orange in his hand. He gives me the glass and I take it gratefully.
"Thank you" I say and then start to gulp it down. My father sits back down next to me. I finish the glass and just keep hold of it; I start to feel the awkwardness between us.
"Daddy… Can you tell me what you're thinking?" I ask quietly. A silent Christian Grey is never a happy Christian Grey.
"I'm just…" he starts but stops. As if he is having difficulty with his words. He runs his hand through his hair so it goes all messy. He turns back to face me finally deciding on whatever he wants to say. "I don't know how to feel. I guess I'm mainly just shocked. Never in a million years did I think that my daughter was going to be pregnant at 17. I didn't mean to shout at you. I was just thinking about what I wanted for you. Have you considered all of your other options?
You have to be sure of what you're doing. I wanted you to experience a normal life. I wanted my children to go to college and get a degree, and then come back home and find someone who worships them and treats them right. You'd get your dream job and live life a little bit. That's all I want for you. I just… it was all planned out; and I know it sounds selfish but I…" he stops for a minute. I kind of understand what he's talking about. He thinks that I'm too young, and I have my whole life ahead of me before children, he wants what's best for me. I think that's what he means. He looks back down and shakes his head.
"You're my baby girl… My baby girl is having a baby. I'm just finding it hard that you're growing up this early" he says and tears start to form in my eyes. He's always called me his baby girl and princess. I love my Dad calling me that; it makes me feel precious and loved. I don't want him to stop viewing me him as his baby just because I'm pregnant.
"Dad… You'll always be my Daddy. You're the most important guy in the world to me, and I love you so much. Even when you are so over-bearing and controlling" I say with a smile. He chuckles slightly. "Seriously though Daddy; I need your help through this. I considered other things. I could never go through with an abortion. I couldn't do it. I considered adoption as well. But this is my baby, I just couldn't even think of giving my baby away. The only thing I'm comfortable with is keeping the baby and you know what; I'm happy and excited about that and well also petrified" I say with a smile and he laughs at me.
"I've asked for an increase in my hours in the cafe, that way I can support myself and the baby. Once the baby is old enough, I would like to start doing some college classes. I'm terrified about being a mom and I have no idea how to do it, but I want to give my baby the best. I figure if I have my family's support I can do this" I say looking at him, wanting him to agree with me.
"Princess, of course we'll support you. I'm sorry I didn't mention it sooner. Even though I'm not happy about you being a mom this young; you're going to be an amazing mom" he says and wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses me on the head. I smile and turn to hug him. I love my father more than any other man in the world. Boyfriends may come and go, but my father is a constant in my life. He is my knight in shining armor, and I know he'll protect me always.
"And Daddy, I'm always going to be your princess no matter what, okay?" I say and he chuckles at me in response.
"Of course, princess... I still can't believe this happening" he says quietly.
"Me neither. You're going to be grandfather" I say and look up at him to get his reaction.
"Whoa" he says, eyes wide and shakes his head not quite believing it. "Come on, back to bed. You thought I was bad protecting you before, these next 9 months are going to be a nightmare for you" he says and I gasp in mock horror. We both start giggling a little and then we head back upstairs to sleep.
"Love you Princess" he says.
"Love you too Daddy"
