"Some of you have asked about Jay. He is a junior at their high school that helped Phoebe ditch Sawyer in the first chapter so that they could take a ride. Phoebe talks about Jay in "Big Spill" and "Big Sail", and he is in "Big Press"

Christian's POV

I walk into my daughter's bedroom and see her sitting on her bed with her mother. She is still crying. It's been over an hour since I'd punished her for trying to reach for the hot mug of tea, and she's still crying. Ana had brought her up here to try and calm her down. I look over at my wife and she has a book in her hand and the look of desperation in her face as our daughter continues to scream. I feel like shit. What if I hurt her? She's so small. She's only four years old. And my hand is very large. I only meant to cause temporary stinging, so she would learn not to do it again. A sore bottom is definitely better than permanently burned damaged skin from scalding hot liquid that would have spilled on her, had I not gotten to her in time.

I hate this. I hate seeing her cry like this. I walk over to the bed and gently pick her up. I hold her against my chest with her chin on my shoulder and rub her back, and pretty soon her cries turn into soft whimpers. I continue to rub her back, and I move my face over to her head to kiss her hair. I look down at my wife and she looks pleased, but I also see sadness in her eyes. Why does she look so sad? Is she upset that I've been able to calm our daughter in a matter of seconds, while she's been up here with her for an hour? I guess it's possible.

"How 'bout a bath for my girls?" I ask my wife, and she immediately grins. She climbs off the bed and follows me into our master bathroom. I turn on the water and pour in some jasmine bubble bath while Phoebe is still in my arms, and I hold her until it is time to undress her and put her in the bath.

Once my girls are settled in the bath, my wife and I wash Phoebe together and allow her to play with her toys. She seems a lot calmer now, and my wife is a lot more relaxed. I ask my daughter if she'd like to help me wash her mother's hair, and she happily obliges. I pick her up and place her behind Ana. She stands and I put some shampoo in her hand so that she can help me massage Ana's head. Once we are finished with rinsing the shampoo and then the conditioner, I take Phoebe out of the tub and dress her in our bedroom so that Ana can have some time to herself. As I am dressing her she seems down again, so I lay her down and blow raspberries on her stomach. She laughs out loud. God, how I love that sound. Hell of a lot better than hearing her cry. I do it a few more times before I finish getting her dressed.

While Ana is still in the bath I take Phoebe to her bedroom and sit on the glider with her. I want to talk to her about what happened earlier in the kitchen, and make sure she understands why I punished her.

"Peanut, Daddy loves you very much. You know that right?" She nods as she lies in my lap. She looks like she could fall asleep at any moment. I don't want her to fall asleep yet, so I reposition her so that she is sitting up more. "I don't ever want you to get hurt, and if you'd have grabbed that mug of tea, you would have been hurt really bad. There was scalding hot water in that mug, and it would have burned your skin. Do you understand?" She nods again. "I spanked you because I need you to understand that what you did was very dangerous, and you can never do it again. Okay Phoebe?"

"Yes Daddy, I'm sorry"

My heart melts at the sound of her voice. Her sweet and almost quiet voice. My Peanut. I kiss her head and allow her to drift off to sleep.

I open my eyes and look around my daughter's hospital room. What time is it? I notice that Ana is sitting next to me. They must have brought in another chair for her.

"Did you have a nice nap?" she asks me softly. Nap? Did I really fall asleep?

"Um, sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

Ana rubs her hand up and down my arm. "That's okay. Nothing's changed. Grace was in here a few minutes ago."

I try to remember what happened before I drifted off. I think Teddy was in here with me. "Where's Teddy?"

"He's in the waiting room, trying to talk to Rebecca's parents. Christian, they have to let him see her. They just have to."

That's right. Rebecca was seriously hurt in the accident. I need to talk to Rebecca's parents for Teddy. "I should go check on him. Will you be okay in here?"

She nods and I briefly kiss her, feeling the fire that we still have between us. Even through such a serious tragedy we still have this. How did I get so lucky? I lean over my daughter's bed and kiss her forehead, brushing some of her hair away as I do it. I frown as I look down at her, eyes closed, body still and dependent on a breathing tube. Why the hell was she in a car with Jay? I look over at my wife and something occurs to me. "Where were you while I was sleeping?"

She looks like she doesn't want to tell me, so I raise an eyebrow at her. "Christian, go be with Teddy. He needs you. We can talk when you get back."

I hate being sidetracked, but she's right. My son needs me. This will have to wait. I lean down and cup her chin so that she looks at me. "We will talk about this when I get back, Mrs Grey." I kiss her again before I leave the room.

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I arrive at the waiting area of the ICU and see Teddy with Rebecca's parents. He doesn't appear to be getting anywhere with them. I sit next to my son and put my hand on his shoulder, and I immediately have her parents' attention.

"Mr and Mrs Lincoln" I address them. I try to keep my tone light because I'm pretty sure their daughter isn't doing well since she is in the ICU.

"Mr Grey" Robert addresses me. He is wearing a dark gray suit and a dark green tie. His wife Melinda is wearing a white blouse under a tan blazer and tan pants. They clearly were busy at their jobs when the accident occurred. I, on the other hand, am casual in my denim shorts and white golf shirt. I'm sure they expected to see me in my CEO attire, not my casual 'I just went sailing and fucked my wife' attire. That reminds me, I should ask Taylor to bring a change of clothes for me and my wife. Definitely panties for Ana. As hot as it is to know that my wife isn't wearing panties, I don't want that to take my focus off our kids. They need us right now.

"I'm sorry to hear about your daughter." I decide to start the conversation with an apology. I really do feel bad for them, and I can relate. My daughter is also in bad shape right now. "How is she doing?"

"She's in surgery" Robert says, and I can tell he is trying to sound strong, but I'm sure on the inside he is fighting an emotional war. "She has internal bleeding and they're trying to stop it. Ted has told us that your daughter is in ICU with a head injury."

Ted? Nobody calls my son Ted. It's always been Teddy or Theodore. I decide not to touch on that. This is neither the time nor the place . "That's right" I nod, and I try to stay strong as the thought of my daughter in that hospital bed comes to mind. "We won't know anything until she wakes up."

I watch as Melinda leaves the room to take a call. I assume it is one of her relatives calling, but I see Robert roll his eyes in annoyance. "I told her to leave that phone in the car."

"Business?" I assume, and he nods his head.

"You'd think she'd take a break from her career for just a few hours to focus on her daughter. I'm sorry, you don't need to hear this." He stands up and starts pacing. I can see that there are problems between the two. I look down at my son and he looks like he wants to say something.

"What is it?"

"That's what her mother was doing when Rebecca tried to introduce us. Her phone kept ringing and she kept putting us off to answer it."

Robert comes back and takes his seat again. "I apologize for my wife's behavior. She didn't even tell me that our daughter was dating. Why didn't Rebecca tell me?"

I look to Teddy to answer his question. Ana and I have met Rebecca, and we've enjoyed seeing our son happy to have his girlfriend over for dinner a few times. I had no idea he was struggling with her parents.

"I kept asking Rebecca to introduce us. She told me you traveled a lot."

I can see the pained look in Robert's face. "Yes, I had a few meetings out of state. I'm sorry Ted."

"I'm sorry that we have to meet under these circumstances." Robert nods in response. "Mr Lincoln, I really care about your daughter. And I want to be there for her, see her through this. I hope you'll let me."

I'm so proud of my son right now. I put my arm around him and look back at Robert, hoping to see a man that will give my son a chance. Instead I see a man that is unsure. He breaks eye contact with us. "Mr Lincoln?" I ask.

"Let's just take this one step at a time. She's in surgery now and we really won't know anything until the doctor comes back and talks to us."

"I understand" Teddy says in a low tone.

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Later in the day Ana and I meet with Phoebe's doctor. He is tall and slim, probably in his early thirties. He removes his glasses after reading some information on her chart. I start to feel nervous at what he wants to talk to us about. I'm hoping he's going to tell us that her condition is improving, but somehow I doubt that. Somehow this doesn't feel like that kind of meeting. Ana and I are sitting next to each other. I reach over and take both of her hands in mine.

"We ran some tests on Phoebe, to test her brain activity."

"And?" I ask impatiently. Why must doctors draw things out like this?

"We are encouraged by what we saw. She's still unconscious, but she is still in there. It's definitely a good sign."

"Okay, well, what's the bad news?" Ana asks. I squeeze her hands a little tighter.

"The longer she stays unconscious, the worse her condition will be. Right now her body is healing, and that is a good sign. We want to keep seeing signs of improvement."

"What's the next step?" I ask him. There has to be something that can be done to help her.

"The next step is, we remove the breathing tube, see if she can breathe on her own."

"And if she can't?" Ana asks, and I can feel her body tense. I keep one hand on hers and put my arm around her.

"If she can't, we'll put the breathing tube back in. I need your signed authorization to remove the tube."

Ana and I look at each other. I can see so much pain in her eyes, and I'm sure mine are mirroring hers. I am so scared that we'll lose our daughter. I can't let myself go there. If removing the tube is the next step, then we need to try it. I nod at my wife, and she nods back. "We'll sign the paper work."

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Ana's POV

We are allowed in to visit our daughter shortly after they remove the breathing tube. She is still and she has a few tubes hooked up to her for her meds, but she no longer has the breathing tube. This is very encouraging.

"Our brave and strong daughter is breathing on her own." Christian says to me softly. He has a big smile on his face, and I can tell he is fighting back tears. I wipe a few tears away from my face as he leaves go of my hand and walks over to stand next to our daughter's bed. He leans down and kisses her forehead. "We're here, Peanut, and we are so proud of you."

I enjoy the moment between my husband and our child, even though she is unconscious in a hospital bed. I remain standing a few feet away from the door as I watch them. I know he's going to ask me about what went on earlier today, and I know I'll have to tell him about Caleb, but I really don't want to. I don't want to spoil this moment. When I tell him about Caleb, he will be so angry with our daughter. He'll want to punish her for defying us.

"Ana" he snaps me out of my thoughts and I look over at him. He stands from the chair next to our daughter's bed and walks over to me. Oh no, he's going to ask me. "Earlier I asked you about where you were when I was sleeping."

"Yes, you did."

"Well?" He looks around the room, I guess to make a point. "Are you going to tell me? Or do I have to tease it out of you?"

He starts to trail kisses along my neck. I need to stop him. "No!"

"No? No, you're not going to tell me?" He looks both angry and confused.

"I mean no, don't kiss my neck right now, because I need to tell you something."

Christian gives me a warning look, a look that used to scare the hell out of me. A look that told me he would put me over his knee if continue to defy him. That look doesn't scare me the way it used to. In fact, it turns me on. But this is no time to be having these feelings. "I'm not going to like this, am I?"

"No, you're not"

"Tell me, Anastasia"

He's angry, and rightfully so. He's only going to get angrier. At me and our daughter. "Christian, I wanted to hear what Caleb had to say, so Sawyer and I went down to the cafeteria and had coffee with him."

"You had coffee with that son of a bitch? Why Ana?"

"Keep your voice down" I admonish him. I know that our daughter is unconscious, but Grace did say that she could probably hear us. "Maybe we should do this somewhere else."

"No, Ana, we will do this right here, right now. Answer the question." I have to forgive him for being so damn demanding right now. Not only because our daughter is hurt, but also because I did go against his wishes by talking to Caleb.

"Christian, I wanted to know what happened. I wanted to know why Phoebe was in a car with Jay, and I wanted to know why Caleb was involved."

"And?" he growls at me.

"It sounds like Jay tried to kidnap our daughter, and Caleb followed him, to stop him."

Christian looks down and runs a hand through his hair. "Why was Caleb anywhere near our daughter?" I take a breath and let it out. "Ana!" he snaps again.

"Caleb and Phoebe were seeing each other" I say to him slowly. And I regret it immediately. I swear I can see steam coming out of his ears. He is furious. He runs his hand through his hair again and it looks like he is counting as he pulls at some of his hair.

"I told her to stay away from that fucker!" He starts to pace circles around the little space in the room. Wait a minute, what?

"When was this?"

"At the masquerade. He was dancing with her. When I checked on her she was struggling to get away from him. I told him to fucking stay away, Ana!"

He is yelling right now, and I'm sure that nurses and doctors can hear him. "Shhh, keep your voice down. I know you're upset…"

"Upset? Fuck, Ana!" He continues to pace the room and run his hand over his face and through his hair. He looks like an anxious animal ready for the attack.

"Okay you're furious. Look we don't know the whole story. That was only Caleb's version. He could have been lying."

"For Phoebe's sake, he better be lying." He's still yelling, and he extends his arm and points to our daughter's bed to make a point.

"Hey bro, take it easy. Everyone on the ninth floor can hear you" I hear a familiar voice say. I look over at the door and it is Elliot. Kate is right behind him. They both walk into the room and offer us comfort. Kate wraps her arms around me. Elliot approaches his brother cautiously and puts his arm around him. Perfect timing on their part.

"Ava's in the waiting room with Teddy" Kate tells me. I look over at my husband and can tell the wheels are spinning in his head.

"Good, I need to talk to her" he says. He leaves the room before any of us can stop him.