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 12
Phoebe's POV
I stand up and smooth down my outfit; loose fitting white vest top, turned-up jeans, a bright orange blazer and white studded pumps. Today is the day I tell my friends that I'm pregnant. I've been hounded with calls and texts of all them asking where I am, whether I'm okay and why I've been ignoring them. I sent them all the same text last night.
I'm alive. I just needed a few days by myself. I'll explain everything tomorrow. How about we meet for coffee at about 10am, and I'll reveal all – P
They all agreed to meet.
I smooth down my clothes, keeping my eyes on my stomach. After my talk with my father; I understand him more. It was just nice for us to get all of our opinions off our chests. I think he's still struggling to wrap his head around it but I also think that after hearing my side, he's calmed down. I'm so glad that we talked. I love my father and I don't want our relationship to be strained.
I lift my vest up to slowly. I read online that women normally start to show when they are about 10 weeks pregnant. I know that I'm only 7 weeks but every woman is different. I turn to the side and see no definitive bump; still as flat as ever. I press my hand into my stomach and feel hardness in my stomach, which I'm assuming is the start of my bump. I can't wait. I do want a bump; I think they look adorable. I'm praying I won't get too huge. My mom had a big baby bump. I've seen pictures of when she was pregnant with Ted. I'm hoping I won't get that big.
I'm brought back when I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in" I shout, as I drop my shirt. The door opens and my Mom walks in. Shouldn't she be at work by now? It's twenty to nine.
"Shouldn't you be at work by now?" I ask her.
"I'm setting off in a minute. I just wanted to ask you something"
"Oh ok. Shoot" I say and sit on the bed.
"Are you busy at lunch?" She asks.
"No. I'm meeting the girls this morning to tell them but I shouldn't be too long" I say. I read that most women let other people know that they're pregnant when they're about 12 weeks along. But I love them as if they were my sisters, and want them to know.
"Well how about you and me meet for lunch and do some shopping this afternoon. Just you and me. I'm taking this afternoon off" Mom asks. It's been a very long time since I had lunch with just me and mom.
"Sure. Why not?" Mom smiles at my answer.
"Great. Have Patterson drop you off at GP at about 12 and we'll find somewhere to eat" She says. She stands up and kisses me on the cheek.
"I'll see you later" She says and walks out of my bedroom.
[-xXx-]
I'm sat al-fresco in a starbucks in downtown Seattle, waiting for everyone to turn up. I've been distracting myself by watching people walk by. It's a beautiful sunny day in Seattle, which can be uncommon, and there are lots of people out and about. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and turn around.
"You're in trouble for not answering my texts" Frankie says, with Larissa and Ava stood behind her.
"Don't worry I'll explain" I say and they all sit around the table. I marvel at my friends clothes. Larissa is wearing shorts. Frankie is wearing a crop top and Ava is in heals. They all look amazing, I'm not going to be able to compete with them in a few months.
"Alright, spill the beans. There is no way you'd ignore all of us without good reason" Ava says, but before I can start talking to them, we get interrupted by a waitress. Ava orders a hazelnut macchiato, Larissa orders a iced latte, Frankie settles with a caramel mocha. I order a blended banana yogurt drink. Banana, of course. This'll be third banana substance I've had today.
"No coffee drink?" Larissa asks.
"Yeah, about that..." I start. "I doubt I'll be having coffee again for a while" They just look at me with blank looks on their faces. "I'm pregnant" I say and watch their reactions.
"What?" Frankie and Larissa both say at the same time.
"Oh my god" Ava says, a slightly different reaction. Kind of what I expected.
"Yeah, no-one reacted particularly well towards the news. I just needed a little time by myself" I say.
"How do you feel about it?" Larissa asks. I like that she asked how I was feeling about it.
"Shocked at first and well, terrified. But I'm coming around to the idea" I explain.
"Oh my god! The party on Saturday" Ava exclaims. I know what she's talking about; she's talking about when I passed out in the bathroom. I nod at her statement, but I notice Larissa and Frankie have confused looks on their faces.
"I passed out for about 20 minutes at the event on Saturday. Ava joked that I might be pregnant" I explain. The looks of understanding cross over their faces.
"How did uncle Christian react?" Ava asks. She knows her family well.
"Not very well. He demanded I have an abortion-" a collective gasp "- that's why I needed to be by myself for a little while. Give my family some time to cool down" They nod so I guess they understand.
"Have you told Austin?" Frankie asks. I'm also glad that they know that the only man who I have sex with is Austin. I just nod at Frankie's question.
"Well. What did he say?" I breathe out, before I answer her question. I didn't think that this would still hurt, but it still does. I wonder if the pain will ever fade. I internally slap myself. Get it together, you're young. They'll be others. But that last thought doesn't comfort me.
"He umm... didn't react well. He said he was too young, and that I was too young. We weren't ready. He doesn't want the baby. He wanted me to get rid of the baby as well" I say, but I still can't help the tear that rolls down my cheek. Fuck you, Austin Henderson!
"Dickhead!" Larissa colourfully expresses. "It's you who changes the most through this whole thing. Not him. He had no right to speak to you that way"
"It doesn't matter now, he's not going to be involved. I want to try and move on from it" Anything to try and stop this conversation.
"Can I ask you one question about him?" Frankie asks gently. I just nod. Go for it. "There's something else. He said something else to you, and it's hurt you. I can tell. Tell us" she says gently and places her hand on top of mine. A couple more tears fall before I tell them.
"He accused me of sleeping with someone else" I say quietly. I thought he knew me better than that. He knows that I would never sleep with anyone else, he's only ever been the one for me.
"That rat fuck!" Ava explodes. A few of the other customers in the cafe turn around and look at us. I try to shush her, but she's on a roll and I can't stop her. "How fucking dare he. He is such a man slut himself. He knows that you've only ever slept with him and he questions the paternity?!-" Oh someone please stop her! "- You know what, he's going to fucking hear it from me. No way does he speak to you like that and get away with it!" and she pulls out her phone
"Ava, please don't. He's made his decision and I've made mine. I just want to move on and forget about it. Please just leave it" I beg with her. I even use my puppy eyes, which are only used for special occasions. She looks at me and then puts her phone back in her bag.
"Sorry, I'm just so angry. He had no right to speak to you like that" she says but I just shrug.
"So how are things with your family now?" Larissa asks
"Me and my Dad spoke last night. We've come to an understanding, and I think that we're going to be ok. He told me that he's scared of me growing up" I feel a little pain for my father.
"So? You're still going to need him. You and your father are so close" Ava says.
"I know, that's what I told him and it's made him feel better. I'm having lunch with my mother this afternoon. I think everything will be okay" I say with a small smile, I'm happy that everything is starting to look up.
"You know that this baby is going to be loved, right? By us as well?" Frankie says with a smile. This is what I wanted.
"Really?" I double check on it.
"Of course, you fool!" Larissa laughs, and reaches over the table to grasp my hand.
"I can't wait to start buying baby clothes" Ava says and in that instant I know I have the support of my friends. The baby is going to be spoiled.
"The other day I saw the cutest little baby boy top in the sale, and I'm going to go back and buy it" Ava says joyfully.
I laugh at her. "Thank you for your enthusiasm but the baby may not be a boy" I remind her. She pulls me back and looks at me up and down.
"No. I can't image you with a girl. This baby is definitely a boy" using that authoritative voice of hers. She sits back down and that's that as far as she is concerned. I just shake my head in exasperation at my cousin. Once we're all sat down and Ava's stop talking about all the things she wants to buy the baby, I approach another subject that's on my mind.
"Larissa, I want to ask you something. Jared, my security officer, has a massive crush on your sister. I was wondering if you thought anything could happen there" she contemplates and then smiles.
"That could work. Now you mention it, Mariana always blushes slightly and watches him when their together. Yes! We should totally try to get them together" she giggles and I do also. So we sit and formulate a plan. Larissa is going to talk to Mariana about Jared and if she likes him too, I'll push Jared to ask her out. I guess I'm pretty stubborn, so this has to happen. We talk for another hour or so before we all go our separate ways. It's just gone 11:30, so I decide to head to SIP to meet my mom for lunch. I hug all my friends goodbye and then jump into the SUV to head to SIP.
[-xXx-]
"So how'd they take it?" Mom asks, while we're sat eating some lunch. I'm digging into a veggie burger while mom digs into a pitta salad.
"Good. Better than I thought, actually. Zero judgement and, well, excitement. Ava said she going to start looking at baby things" I shake my head at my cousins antics.
"Her mom was exactly the same when I was pregnant. Like mother, like daughter" Mom says, and I agree with her. We're silent again for a little while before my mom decides to speak.
"How are you taking the news?" Mom asks.
"I'm getting used to it, I guess. I freaked out a little at the beginning, but when I saw the sonogram and saw the baby. It started to sink in. Still getting used to it though, I guess" I say.
"Can I see the sonogram?" Mom asks, and I get it out of my purse and show it to my mom. There isn't no point in pointing out the little bean; she's had three children.
"Wow" she says running her fingers over the photo.
"Yeah"
"That's my grandchild" she says giggling. I join in. "This is crazy. I'm 41 years old and about to be a grandmother" she says shaking her head.
"Well... you'll be 42 when the baby is here" I say quietly, giving her some sort of reassurance.
"Still crazy. Your Dad told me that you talked everything out last night" Mom questions.
"Yeah, we'll be fine. He said he's just scared of losing me"
"It's true. More so of you, you're his baby girl. You've had him wrapped around your finger since the day you were born. You and your father have always been close" I know what she means. Some of the nicest memories of my childhood were the 'daddy-daughter' days I had with dad.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry for how I reacted..." But I stop her.
"Mom, don't worry about it. We're moving on from it. Let's just forget about it" I don't want to argue with my mom or bring up any more painful shit.
"So? Have you been given a due date?" Mom asks, moving onto something i'm ok about talking about.
"The doctor said late February or early March" and we start pleasant conversation.
When myself and my mom finish eating our lunch we head into town to do some shopping. And while we're there we look at some baby stuff. I'm well aware that I'm only 7 weeks gone but well, I'm excited. We look at cribs, strollers, baby clothes and maternity clothes. I grimace at some of the maternity clothes. There, well, not to my taste.
"I know. They weren't my choice of clothes either" Mom agrees.
"What did you do?" I ask her. It's not often I ask mom for fashion advice as I know it's a topic she doesn't particularly care for.
"I bought clothes that had lots of stretch in them, clothes that flowed, belts that rested on top of the bump, and maternity jeans. Also invest in a belly band. I wore it with the majority of my maternity clothes and I thought I looked great" I listen to my Mom's advice, and decide to take it on-board. I also look at a few baby clothes. I pick up a baby grow off the shelf and the size of it shocks me slightly. I've never been one to fuss over babies, or pay any special attention to them, but I never realised how small babies are. Well, better get used to it. Myself and mom finish up shopping and decide to head home a little early. We drive back to the house and I feel happier now that my family are on board. Bring on the next 8 months!
Elena's POV
They didn't see me. Through wearing my hood and long black hood, I was able to keep an eye on Phoebe and Anastasia while they did a little shopping. I spotted Anastasia and her daughter in the mall this afternoon, so I decided to follow them being careful to not alert the family's security that was not doubt following them. They walked into the baby section of the shop. Is Anastasia pregnant again? Since I'm well aware that Christian fucks like a steam train I guess I'm not at all surprised.
Christian sent Taylor the other day to warn me against his daughter. I've no interest in little Miss bitch Grey. She's already like her fucking mother and that makes me hate her all the more. The only reason I tried to make nice with her was that she could potentially help me get close to Christian again.
Taylor's words from 2 days ago still ring in my ears. "Mr Grey is giving you one chance. Stay away from his daughter, or he will take down your salons. He has no interest in talking to you ever again. If you even approach Miss Grey again, Mr Grey will not hesitate to take action" and that was that. I can imagine Christian sitting behind his desk in his fucking sky scraper building, barking orders. It makes me hot for him. Being so authoritative and dominating.
Until that fucking gold digging bitch Anastasia came along, and turned into mother fucking hen. I'm still fucking bitter about it, even though it's 20 years later. But I always knew I'd be able to get Christian back again. The real Christian. Not the fucking pansy, family, loving, soppy bastard he's turned into. The dominating, powerful, sexy alpha male. I know Christian still cares for me in someway; he has to. He owns me his entire fortune. I made him the man he is today and he has to realise that. Give me time. Enough time with Christian and I can persuade him to come with me, and to leave that bitch of a wife and his brats behind.
But I made the wrong move. I was too hasty. I need to take my time. So for now, I'm just going to lay low and observe for a while, and when the time is right I'll make my move. I just need to wait for my move.
And I will wait. For as long as it takes.
A/N
Hmmmm... She's up to something! Anyway, I only posted one chapter yesterday because by the time I got in I was exhausted. But the good thing now, is that I am doing absolutely nothing for the next few days. So chapters will be up as normal. The next chapter will be posted in a few hours :)
Again thank you to everyone who views, reviews, follows and puts this story on their favourite lists :)
Danielle xX
