AN: Thank you for your kind words through reviews and private messages for my author's note. They all meant the world to me. A lot has changed these past three months, good and bad. The majority of you know, for those of you who don't, please refer to the previous "chatper" and read my note. Besides that whole situation, my husband and I are parents for a second time - to a wonderful, rambunctious puppy, named Molly. We have a 6 year old, Marlo, who hated her and us at first, but is coming around and back to his playful self. Summer was busy with the two of them and then also with healing.

I want to thank you all again for your patience, as a reader, I know how frustrating it is to wait for updates and then you wonder if the story will ever be updated. Mine will be. Rest assure. I am happy to announce that this IS A CHAPTER UPDATE! :) Oh… I took the last few lines for the last chapter to start this one ( we left off with a very curious Phoebe asking about babies).

Happy Reading!

Chapter 36:

Ana's POV:

"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?"

"Sweet pea, you are only six. You don't have to worry about those types of things now. You only have to focus on your bears, painting pretty pictures, tea parties, and having fun in first grade."

Before she can respond, a very familiar, deep voice chimes in with his opinion. "When you're forty."

Phoebe and I both look up towards her door to see Christian leaning on the frame, legs and arms crossed, with a scowl on painted onto his face. His jaw is clenched and eyes are cold as ice, most likely thinking of Phoebe with a plump stomach and holding hands with her future husband. Dad's of daughters, I am sure my father looked the same at me as I was growing up.

"Forty?" Phoebe asks, her head moving from side to side, causing her curls to bounce.

"Yep," is his only response as he stomps into the room. He sits on the other side of her, his fingers automatically weaving through her hair. Phoebe's eyes drift up to meet Christians, I can sense the six year old body morphing into the sixteen stubborn mind in an instant. Those eyes, the same that are mine are turning a deeper blue, getting ready for a battle, and I can't wait to be a witness to it instead of being on the receiving end.

"Forty?" She asks again, slightly moving her head away from Christian. It was so little that he didn't realize the movement and his fingers are still playing with her ringlets.

"Forty."

"Why? That's too old."

Christian's fingers pause as he peers down into her face. Icy blue meeting cautious grey.

"Not for you." He breathes out, one hand now in his hair.

"Christian…" I start to warn him, but quickly cut off.

"Daddy. Forty! That's like a long, long time away. Like when dinosaurs were here. We learned about dinosaurs. They were here a long, long time ago."

"Well, not quite that long, but long enough for you."

"No."

"No?"

"Yeah, no. Mommy had me, she's not forty. You have Teddy, are you forty?" And… there it is. The question I was waiting for. The one where she is going to compare what he is saying to what he has done.

"Oh, umm…"

"Christian, you need to be honest."

He huffs out some hot air, releases his fingers from her hair, and starts pacing, rather quickly, her bedroom floor.

"Well?" Phoebe asks as she settles into her bed.

"Isn't it bedtime, can't we finish this tomorrow?" He asks, but looks at no one in particular. "Ana, baby, Teddy is in bed, why don't you say goodnight to him?"

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

"Are you positive?"

"Yep."

"Christian?"

"I can handle it," he says as he finally looks up to me. "I think" he whispers to himself. I can't help but giggle at him. Christian Grey, king of his own universe, a man that employs close to 40,000 people, and never takes no for an answer is second guessing himself…to a six year old.

"Okay, then." I walk over to him and gently kiss his cheek and give his hand a squeeze. I turn to Phoebe, who has the biggest smile plastered onto her face. I give her a warning look. "Be nice to daddy, this is all new to him. He is use to boys." I crack a smile and kiss her goodnight. She giggles at my words.

"Love you, mama."

"I love you too, sweet pea. Christian, I will meet you in our room."

He smiles at me, but the fear in his eyes are showing and I can't help but to laugh again.

"Anastasia, you aren't helping."

"I'm sorry. I'll be going now."

As I start to walk out of the door, a strong hand encloses around my wrist, making me turn back around. "You will pay for that later, baby."

"Can't wait." I give a wink and bounce down the hallway to have a much easier goodnight conversation with Teddy.

Christian's POV:

My eyes are focused on Ana's ass walking, more like bouncing, to Teddy's room. I am silently counting to 10, then 30, then 50 before I turn around to the inquisitive little girl that is going to make me run for my money.

"Daddy? Are you okay, your face is watery."

"I'm fine, princess, just tired. Let's have a quick chat." I walk towards her and settle in next to her on the bed. I envelope her in my arms and cuddle with her under the blankets.

"Okay, princess. Here's the thing. Are you listening?"

"Yep." She states as she nods her head.

"Daddy's don't want their baby girls to grow up. When they grow up, they fall in love, get married, and have babies."

"But, everyone grows up."

"You're right, we do. Mommy's and daddy's just hate to see their children grow up, we want to keep you little for as long as we can. Can you do that for us?"

She is eyeing me, letting my words sink in that pretty little head of hers. Looking at her now, one on one, in this moment, she reminds me so much of Anastasia. I can't believe how lucky I am that they both just waltzed into my life. I had no clue what I missing, what Teddy and I were missing until I met Ana. I knew I wanted someone to spend my life with, a mother figure for Teddy, but they are so much more. They are everything. To me and Teddy.

"Okay."

"Okay?" That seemed way too easy.

"Yep. You don't want me to grow up and have a baby."

"Right." I smile at her.

"So, okay." She says again with a yawn and a stretch.

I internally give myself a pat on the back for making it through our first big deal conversation. Could she be this easy at sixteen?

"Goodnight, princess. Love you."

"Love you too, daddy."

I gently kiss both cheeks and then her forehead. She snuggles into her mattress as I pull her covers up to her chin. She tugs her teddy bear close to her body and smiles sweetly up at me.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite." I say to her as I turn on her Mrs. Potts night light.

"I won't." She giggles.

I turn of her light and slowly close the door. Right before the door is shut, I could swear I heard her say to herself, or her teddy bear, "Daddy can't keep me little for long. I'll be a mommy. The best mommy, like my mommy."

Fuck! I need Ana…