So, by popular demand, I'm continuing throughout Teddy and then into Phoebe after 15 to 20 chapters of watching Theodore grow. Sound good?

This is a bit from Christian's POV; I didn't feel much like entering the mind of Anastasia tonight.

Let me know your thoughts!

"Your turn."

"No, I do believe it's your turn."

"I got up last time."

"I don't remember that."

"Of course you don't," Anastasia huffed, rolling over and taking the covers with her, ending the discussion. I resist the urge to grab them back and causing her to topple over the side of the bed, thinking of how it's only been two months since Teddy's birth. She's just now getting fully back to herself.

I reluctantly stand up, my left hand tussling my hair as I grab my BlackBerry and check the time.

1:24 a.m.

I groan, eyeing the baby monitor warily. Did he always have to cry?

"Okay, kid." I mumble as I walk into the nursery. He automatically stops sobbing, looking around for the source of the new sound. I reach the crib and lean my arms against it, staring down at him. "I'm here. What's up now?"

He gazes up at me, sterling blue orbs to solid grey eyes. Then, as if he knew exactly what he'd been doing, he starts to giggle.

I sigh, bending down to pick him up. "C'mon, little conductor. Let's get some coffee."

He blinks tiredly up at me, leaning his head down on my shoulder and heaving the deep sigh he always does before he's out like a light. I shake my head.

"He just wanted his Daddy," Ana is leaning against the door frame, a silk robe wrapped around her cotton pajama pants and my tee shirt. It hung almost to her knees, and her hair was a mess; sticking up in all different directions.

I loved it.

"Oh, yeah?" I peer down at the kid in my arms, such a carbon copy of me. "His Daddy just wanted to sleep, and he obviously didn't care abou-"

"Christian!" Ana admonishes, crossing the room and taking him from me. I shake my head and laugh. In her eyes, Teddy could do no wrong. I can already see who is going to have to be bad cop when he's older. "He's two months old. He doesn't know."

"Doesn't matter," I grin lazily, plopping down on one of the rocking chairs. "Still counts."

She narrows her eyes, carefully sitting on the glider chair across from me. Teddy preferred the glider to the rocker, any day. You sit and rock back and forth with him, and he'll give you a look that I swear says, "Are you kidding me?" Ana, on the other hand, claims its just him playing around with expressions. But I know better.

The future leader of Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. is, in fact, a smartass at only two months old.

"Hi there my beautiful baby boy," Ana whispers, her brunette hair providing as a cushion to his head. She peers down lovingly at him, their identical eyes both locked on each other and I feel myself well up with sorrow and pride.

I still have very vivid memories of my own mother; her long, mahogany hair and broken blue eyes. I remember how I'd wanted to fix her. I wanted her to be happy, to be away from her pimp and those scary, grey sticks-

Stop it, I command myself. Stop it right now. Ana is no Ella. She loves her son, unlike Ella. She'd do anything to protect him, to keep him safe. She'd risked her life for your family, and she'd do it for Teddy in a heartbeat.

Even though Theodore has inherited his mothers personality through-and-through, we both have one simple thing in common, something we both love and adore with all of our being:

The strong, beautiful, goddess of a woman that is Anastasia Grey.