I feel a little better for having vented at Christian, I hope he got the message I will not allow myself to be walked over and will start communicating a bit more with me. After all with not that much time left before the babies arrive we need to be talking from the same page.

I ask Christian about converting a room at Escala to be the nursery. I ask if it would be at all possible for Elliot to do the renovations as we wouldn't have to worry about details being leaked about colours, whose furniture we have chosen and what stores are our favourites for accessories. Christian has already mentioned it but he is busy with two other projects. He promised to try and start in a fortnight's time. Fortunately it's not a big job according to Christian as he explains what he had in mind and it all sounds good to me. I need to do some serious shopping for supplies, nappies, clothes, bottles, teats, a pump, bedding, blankets; a steriliser…the list is endless. Kate and Gail have offered to come with me and help chose at stores like Baby Gap, Ralph Loren, Neiman Marcus, Oshkosh and Baby Bjorn. I am sure Kate will pick up a few bits too. They are using my old room for a nursery but they obviously have a little more time to work on the décor.

All is really quiet and boring for the next two weeks; I manage to keep up with my work despite only going in one to two days a week now. The huge amount of appointments, blood tests, weigh-ins and chats about a birth plan takes up quite a lot of time too. Elliot has done wonders with the baby's room. The storage has increased, the window dressed, cots assembled, nappies stowed, carpet renewed, it's just perfect. I get a thrill every time I go in there to put something away or just have a look. All the clothes are so tiny and I find it hard to believe a baby will fit in them. We are still hotly debating names and have drawn up a short list of favourites which we get out and discuss from time to time. We don't plan to tell anyone our choices as we don't want anything accidentally leaked to the press.

I am helping Kate, well the two of us together don't make a good team with our expanding waistlines but online shopping is something we can do without walking around, being harassed and spotted by the press who have got wind of Kate's pregnancy and some unflattering headlines hit the newspapers again. She is really quite upset by them and I know exactly how she feels but I remind her she shouldn't be getting too stressed out. It's not worth the emotional effort and next week they will move on to some other poor soul, who is deemed to have something newsworthy to report.

I remember and then get in a huge panic about the coming weekend and my parents being in the same room again since they divorced. It wasn't a messy divorce really, Mom is the breadwinner and dad was more than happy to yield to her, probably for a quick result and quieter life. I told them about meeting Christian's parents and family and I hoped they would be pleasant to each other in front of these people. It's not my dad that I worry about. He is quite placid until Mom pushes the right buttons, things get heated and boom! They explode; I don't want that to happen but especially not in front of Grace and Carrick.

I am picking Dad up at Tacoma Airport at 6pm on Friday or rather Taylor is driving me, this way I have a chance to talk to him about the babies quietly and without interruption. Then Mom flies in 8am Saturday morning and I will repeat the collection process and explanations with her. That, I am not looking forward too. I can hear her voice now, you're too young, not married, no experience of a career behind me, no money. Hah, I laugh at the thought that Christian out strips Moms wealth by billions. Being married doesn't matter; it didn't work for her, after all.

The PIA weekend arrives, my abbreviation for Parents imminent arrival. I feel really nervous so I end up going into work for a few hours to take my mind off the forthcoming weekend. Christian frowns at me when he sees me in the corridor but I tell him it's only for a couple of hours before picking dad up and that pacing at Escala is not going to help me either.

Those two hours whizz past, Taylor calls up to see if I am ready to go. I walk to Christian's office to say I was going and I would see him later. His face is hard and I feel intimidated.

"I am off to the airport now" he looks up at me "is everything ok?"

"It will be fine, are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" he asks.

"No but thank you, this is something I need to do on my own" I smile, I lean over and kiss him but I know he is distracted and don't push for more.

"See you later baby" he says but his eyes are firmly back on the computer screen.

"Bye" I wave.

Taylor meets me at the elevator "Usual scrum waiting" I ask him.

"No, less than earlier Miss Steele, someone famous was spotted and most of them took off fortunately" I nod in agreement.

The journey from SIP to the airport seems to fly by but parking is a nightmare. We end up at the furthest point from the entrance.

"Would you like me to go and bring your father out Miss Steele?"

"Thank you Taylor but I need to do this but I would appreciate your company though"

"Of course Miss Steele" he gets out and open the door for me, we slowly walk across the car park and into the elevator. It's only two floors down but walking down that many steps is a no go for me this evening.

It's busy, crowded and smelly in the terminal, my grip on Taylors arm must be painful by now but he doesn't show it. The arrivals board shows his flight should be collecting baggage by now and after about ten minutes of standing and waiting watching everyone else being reunited with relatives or meeting a chauffeur. Then I see him in the distance, my dad, he looks a little greyer and has a few more wrinkles but I feel comforted by the familiarity and security he brings.

I wave when he is in close enough range to see me and eventually he sees me waving frantically by this stage. The hugest smile spreads across his face and I can't help but return with my own equally big smile. I stretch my arms out to hug him and he responds until he bumps against my bump.

He looks down at my belly; I see a puzzled look cross his face

"Hi dad, so good to see you, you look great" I am beaming still.

"Ana, um err, this is um unexpected" he stumbles over his words.

"You are going to be a granddad in three months' time" I giggle

"I am? But how? I don't know what to say" the look on his face is priceless.

"I am sure you know the mechanics dad" I laugh "but I also need to tell you that I am having twins"

His jaw drops, if possible, even further "Two?" he asks and I nod.

"Are you ok with this dad?" I tentatively ask him. We start moving toward the car park.

"Oh dad, this is Taylor, personal security and driver at the moment" I look over at Taylor who offers his hand

"A pleasure to meet you sir" Taylor looks at my dad.

"Oh yes, sorry where are my manners" Dad shakes Taylors hand; I can see he is still a little shocked by the revelation.

"Security?" I can see confusion forming.

"Yes dad, Christian is a big businessman and with that brings risks and threats so Taylor looks after me" I smile a reassuring smile.

"You're in danger too Ana?" out comes the cop in my dad.

"Well not really, we are very careful" I nod "anyway, I can't wait for you to meet Christian and his family"

"As long as he takes care of my little girl and my grand babies" he puts his arm around my shoulder. In the car, he sits holding my hand and periodically looking at my belly.

"Are you sure this is what you want Ana?" he looks at me in all seriousness "you are still very young"

I put my hand up to stop him "Dad, this is the best thing that has happened to me, I wouldn't change it for the world. I love Christian and I love the fact I am going to be a mom" did I just admit that I love Christian to my dad?

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have asked but you are my little girl and I want you to be happy. How long have you and Christian been dating?" ah, this could be awkward.

"Oh about nine months" I can't bring myself to look at him.

"Is that all?" I hate the sound of disappointment in his voice.

"Yes dad. Are you ok to stay with us tonight? We will head down to Christian's parents in the morning" hoping to divert the conversation away from me.

"Sure that's fine sweetie"

"I am sorry Angie couldn't make it this weekend, I hope her sister is ok" I have only met her once but she has been a good for him.

"Surgery was successful but recovery takes a while" I squeeze his hand.

"Mom is not arriving until later but she is booked in at The Heathman Hotel for the night before following us tomorrow" I continue "I will go pick her up so I will leave you with Christian for a little while"

"Ok sweetie" We pull up to Escala and the usual few reporters that camp there, begin to show an interest.

"Dad, the reporters will shout questions to you and me but please don't say anything, they are leaches that twist words to suit" he looks scared now.

"Oh, what are they interested in?" bless my dad.

"Do you not know who Christian is?" I ask

"No sweetie, I don't" he smiles "I don't keep up with these things" I chuckle.

"Never mind, I will fill you in" I say still laughing.

We exit the car to face the flashes and questions, Taylor is gripping my arm as if he is frightened I am going to go hormonal on him again and it's probably a good job he has when a reporter shouts

"Miss Steele, is this your father? He is not your real father though? How does he feel about your relationship? Are you pleased to be a grandfather?" Do they ever give up?

"Ignore them, ignore them" I whisper to dad.

We safely arrive at the penthouse and Christian comes through the door to greet us.

"Mr Steele, so nice to meet you finally" Christian extends his hand.

"Please call me Ray, good to meet you too" they shake hands.

"Do come in, can I offer you a drink?" Christian asks leading us to the lounge.

"I would like a whiskey on the rocks if you have it?" When did dad start on the hard stuff I wonder?

"Of course, coming right up" I hear Christian open the freezer and then the clink of them falling in to a glass, he returns with a bottle of High West Rocky Mountain Rye 21 Year Old Whiskey. Dad takes a sip and comments

"That's mighty fine whiskey you have their son" I see Christian smile, if you did but know it he is extremely nervous meeting my dad after all it's not something he has had to do before.

"Ana, what time do you need to leave to pick your mom up?" Christian asks.

"Oh I have about an hour until I leave"

"Good, I am certain you are hungry, Ray would you like to join us?" Gail has prepared some dinner and she is in the kitchen waiting for us.

"Mrs Jones, this is my father Ray" I introduce them.

"Lovely to meet you Mrs Jones, this smells delicious. Aeroplane food is just very unappetising" he smiles.

"Ray, a pleasure to meet you, please sit and eat" I love Mrs Jones; she just has a knack of putting you at ease very easily.

I look at my watch and I need to go back to the airport for mom, Christian say he will come with me again but I tell him to look after dad and that he is doing a great job so far.

I call Taylor again and we head back to Tacoma. I am ringing my hands together in the back of the car, mom makes me tense at the best of times but this has the potential to be a very awkward weekend if mom doesn't behave. Taylor accompanies me again and we head to arrivals to wait again.

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