AN: Thank you for the reviews and private messages for the previous chapter. I was so glad to see that you guys loved the dates that Ana and Christian had with the kids. I had A LOT of requests to write about how Ana would answer Phoebe's question, so I decided to gift that to you. This will be a short, very short chapter. I really wanted to make you all happy with the little convo between Ana and Phoebe. I meant to write and post this over the weekend, however, due to it being Mother's Day weekend, it was busy. The entire chapter will be in Ana's point of view. As always, Happy Reading! ~ Melissa

*Also, Happy Belated Mother's Day to all the different types of moms we are so lucky to have in the world. This one is for you*

Chapter 35:

Ana's POV

You would think that my daughter would be exhausted after today's activities, however, she sitting crossed-legged on her bed, her arms wrapped around her pink teddy bear. She is looking up at me with big, bright, inquisitive eyes, which my father has always said she got from me. She is patiently waiting for me to start the conversation that she so desperately wants to have with me.

"Pheebs, why do you want to know where babies come from?"

Her shoulders shrug up and down before she starts to tell me her reasoning.

"I want to be a big sister, like how Teddy is a big brother to me. I want to protect a brother or sister, too, you know. I know I can be a good bigger sister to a baby, but how can I be, when I don't know how I get one?"

I can feel my eyes blinking in rapid speed and I can sense my mouth opening and closing several times. I do the math in my head, just to make sure my daughter, my sweet innocent baby is still six years old. Yep, still six.

"Do we go to a store? Did you pick me out from a store? Or did someone bring me to you when they knew you wanted a baby?"

Her questions come out in rapid fire even before I can process the first question of hers from dinner.

"Well, no, not exactly."

"Then how, mama?"

"Well, um, when two people love one another very much, and when they are older. Very old. Well, they will make a baby from their love."

"You and daddy love another."

"You are right, sweet pea, but we aren't going to have a baby right now. We aren't married yet and I want to spend time with the four of us first before we have another baby in the mix."

"Well, won't it take a while?" She asks oh so innocently.

"It does."

"Won't the baby have to grow in your tummy. I see lots of mommies with big bellies at school."

"Yes, the baby will grow in my tummy."

"How long does it take to make a baby grow? Will it need water like a plant, but not dirt, right?" She squints her eyes, and I can imagine her seeing a baby's head sprout out of a garden after a mommy or daddy waters it.

"You are half right. Yes, the baby will need water and the right types of food. The baby takes about nine months to grow in his or her mommy's tummy."

"NINE MONTHS! That is sooooo long, mama."

I just look at her and shake my head, knowing full well that she doesn't understand the concept of time as of yet.

"Wait, how long is nine months?" She asks, her head cocked to the side.

"A little less than a year."

"Yep. Long time."

"Oh, I know, baby girl. Remember, I grew you for nine months."

"You did?"

"I did. Just like how you want a baby brother or sister, you were once in my tummy." Her eyes divert to my stomach. Her little hand reaches out from the bears necks and she places it on my belly area.

"You aren't fat."

I can't help but giggle, which makes her giggle in response. "Thank you, Pheebs. I did have a huge belly when you were in there, though. I will show you some pictures tomorrow."

"I can't wait to see me in your belly!" She squeals.

"I bet. Do you have any more questions?"

"Yes. I do." She nods her little head up and down, causing her brown curls to bounce.

"Okay, what is it?"

"When can I love someone to have a baby?"