CHAPTER 25 - You'll always be my babygirl

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Isabelle's P.O.V

"Well now that that's cleared up, are you feeling upto telling me what exactly happened? I'd rather hear it from you before you tell the police what happened."

"Erm yeah, just go through to the lounge room with Josh, Dad and I'll be there in a minute." I smiled at my dad as he made his way through the penthouse.

I suppose I was feeling nervous about telling them what happened, although I'm not sure why because I didn't do anything wrong. So why did it feel like I cheated? Honestly, with all these hormones raging through my body I'm just in a heap of confusion. Do I still have feelings for Reece? Are they permanent or lingering feelings? If so, what does that make of my feelings towards Josh?

"Belle?" I slightly tensed and snapped out of my numerous thoughts as Josh was calling my name. "You okay princess?" I nodded at him.

"Yeah just tired, and overwhelmed I guess, it's not everyday you get kidnapped is it?" I joked to try and get over the guilt I was feeling as it devoured my insides and made me clench for the strength to go into the lounge and explain to my dad and fiancée what exactly happened.

"So, Reece saved you in a way?" My dad asked with his questioning-face on. Whilst Josh looked almost guilty or sad whilst discussing this.

"Erm yeah, I mean, I think that Douglas had much worse plans for me than to tie me to a bed before taking me to McDonalds, ey?" I joked again, trying to lighten up all the shit things that have happened with some humour.

"I can't..It's my fault Belle. I shouldn't have left you all by yourself." Those words left Josh's mouth and I sat there gawking at him.

"No Josh! It's not your fault! If Douglas wanted to kidnap me, he'd try as many times as he could until he was successful. I'm just glad Reece was there, even if he had other intentions of to just save me. Besides, I had security outside the door..If Douglas can take them out them I'm sure he could take a wuss like you out!" I winked at Josh.

"Hey! I'm not a wuss." He fake-pouted as I gave a small giggle. "I just feel so guilty, and..Scared that I can't protect you. I promise you though, I will give up or do anything to keep you both safe."

"I know Josh, I know." I gave him a genuine smile and then looked at my dad.

"So yeah, that's what happened up until the minute you came here." He had his deep-thinking face on. "Thinking about what I am?"

He looked up at me. "And what would that be Isabelle?"

"The big question is; if Reece supposedly killed Douglas..Where is Douglas' blood, body, the weapon?" After saying outloud I began to think of all the possibilities and my mind goes into over-drive as I start to shake and heavily breathe.

"Isabelle, calm down. Don't get worked up it's not good for you or the baby." Josh ushered as he gently rubbed circles on my back.

I started to calm down and my dad spoke up, "Look, pack some things and you're both staying at the house with your mother and me. We have 24/7 security, we can work out the real story. My guess is that Reece and Douglas were working together."

Just the mention of their names made me feel nauseous. Me and Josh both nodded before wandering into the bedroom to pack.

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Reece's P.O.V

Fuck sake.

Why can't anything in my life go well? I just wanted Isabelle, that's all I fucking wanted! I could feel us reconnecting just before her precious fucking daddy and the squad showed up. And that prick of a boyfriend she has, Joshua. Urgh.

Douglas said the plan would work and we wouldn't get caught. Well, where's he now? Ran off? Fucking twat.

He's off gallivanting and I'm stuck here, in this dump of a cell being questioned for reasons of kidnapping. They can go to hell before they make me speak.

I know Isabelle still loves me. I know she see's I regret my mistakes, but I'm a different person now! I was a horrible, unrecognisable person after Adam died. He made mine and Isabelle's little family complete..Then he was taken away from us. Ever since I saw that spark in Isabelle change, I knew I wanted to make it right for her. I only introduced her into the world of drinking and drugs to ease her pain. It worked, for a short while atleast. But then she was the smart one in realising that wasn't the way to ease her pain. The note and her running away was a wake-up call for me, I knew i had to change my ways.

Ever since then I went to rehab to sort out my addictions and I went to anger-management classes and also attended therapy until I was 'cured'. I did all of those things for her, not me. I wanted to be a better person for her. I was so close to asking her to marry me, she would probably be my wife right now if Adam hadn't of died. Some people said that sometimes, things just aren't meant to be..Bullshit. Isabelle was mine, and she WILL be mine again. Even if it's the last thing I do.

Ana's P.O.V

I'm confused by the situation and still slightly livid that Christian is, YET AGAIN, keeping things from me. But whatever, my baby girl is home safe and sound, where she should always be.

All I understand is that someone else is also involved in this kidnapping and he's possibly out there somewhere so Isabelle and Joshua are to be stalked by security until they find this other guy.

"Mom!" Isabelle rushes into my arms as I kiss the top of her head.

"Hello baby, how you doing?" I release her and look into her obviously pain-filled eyes.

"I'm scared mom, so scared. I just want to wake up and this be a bad dream, just a bad dream." She has tears dwelling in her eyes and I almost start to cry at my upset daughter I see infront of me.

"C'mon baby girl, how about some mommy-daughter time. Like the old times? Chick flicks, ice-cream, duvets and boy-talk? And we can also add in baby-talk!" I cup her now-smiling face with both my hands. "What do you say?"

"I'll just go change." She says before scurring-off to her room.

Christian comes up behind me and holds me in his arms from behind. I pull away from his hold and turn to face him, trying my best to give him a serious look.

"Something the matter, Mrs. Grey?" Is he really smirking at me right now?

"Well Mr. Grey, it seems my husband has been keeping secrets from me. What do you think about that?" I raise my eyebrow at him. Searching his eyes I see the guilt building.

"Well Mrs. Grey, did you ever think the secrets were kept for good reasons? Maybe he didn't want you to worry about pointless little details?" Good reasons, mr arse!

"Well, my husband can take those good reasons and sleep by himself tonight!" His face drops and his mouth opens into a shocked 'o' shape.

"You wound me Mrs. Grey, I may have made a mistake but surely you still want to sleep with me tonight?" He looks into my eyes, his grey ones boring into my blue ones, with a pleading look.

"I will be falling asleep with my daughter tonight, probably in the home cinema room on the reallllllly comfy couches!"

"Oh, well that's okay then. Girls night or whatever you used to call it?"

"Bingo! Well then, I'll be getting changed. Catch you later Mr. Grey." Before he could reply I jogged off, up the stairs.

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"Yes he is, look at that face!"

"No, he's not mom. He's like ancient!"

"Oh really? And Johnny Depp, Patrick Dempsey and Matt Damon are still hot even though they're in their forties, hmm!"

"Mom, come on! Robert Downey Jr. is no-where near their level! Gross! Just stop talking about before I tell dad!"

"Okay, fair point! Your father would probably make sure I never see another picture of Robert Downey Jr. again!"

We both turn to look at each other before giggling ourselves into, much needed, fits of raging laughter.

"You know what, Izz?" i ask, still half-giggling.

"What, mom?" She asks, in the same condition as mine.

"I love spending time with my baby girl. I've really missed you being at home. I'm glad your here, although I wish it was under better circumstances." I say finally stopping my laughter altogether.

"Me too. I miss waking up in this room with you, remember all the fun we had the night before. Good times." She smiles to herself.

Yeah, I do remember those times..Up until 3am giggling away, usually waking up Christian who would then come down trying to scold us but we couldn't help but laugh..Very good times. "Well then! What shall we watch now babygirl?"

"Erm, I don't really want to watch anything now. I'd rather just..Cuddle until we fall asleep? Like the old times."

"It's times like these I forget your all grown up and not a baby anymore!" I joke whilst smiling my face off.

"Don' worry mom," She says whilst getting up and getting comfy sprawled across my lap, "I'll always be your baby girl."