Thanks for the reviews people! Although I'm finding it unfair that you all suspect what's wrong with Ana, and I feel annoyed at myself that it seems quite obvious. Those of you who have reviewed have guessed right those who haven't guessed or haven't read the reviews it will be revealed. I have various feelings towards it though, so I'm going to write about Christian being happy, and Ana very unsure but if you don't like it, I will change it to suit your preferences.

Also if you want any of the characters point of view, let me know. I was thinking about looking at Christian and Phoebe but I'm open to suggestions.

- Cupcake -

Chapter 3: The News

(Before Teddy and Phoebe got home)

Christian's meeting went well; therefore, he arrived home by four o'clock on that specific Thursday. Ana was already there with Sawyer, who was in Taylors office, and looked anxious as he entered the kitchen, where she was waiting. He saw her worried look and went into panic mode.

"Ana, baby, what's the matter? You assured me on the phone that nothing was wrong," he said taking her into his arms. She didn't know how to tell him her news. Would he be happy, angry, maybe even disappointed? He was hard to predict.

"Christian, there's something I need to tell you. But I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not," she said. "Remember when I asked you to go to see Ashley's teacher yesterday because I was in an important meeting?" he nodded, not sure where this was going. "Well, I lied to you about what the meeting was about," she felt him tense up. This wasn't good.

"Why has my family started lying to me?" he snapped. "First Phoebe's been lying to me about her test results and now you've lied to me about your business meetings? God knows what the boys could be lying to me about. I take it you weren't in the office yesterday then?" she shook her head.

"No, I wasn't at the office yesterday. I went to see Dr. Greene. I've not been feeling well lately and thought I'd see her when I had some time. I've been meaning to go for a while but work's kept me busy. That's why I didn't want to cancel yesterday's appointment." She led him to the breakfast bar where they sat down looking at each other. He asked her if the Doctor found out what was wrong and his wife nodded, shyly. "You know I love you don't you Christian?" he nodded and pushed her loose hair behind her ear. She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, looking into his eyes. He barely heard her. So she repeated those two words: "I'm pregnant."

Suddenly his face broke out into a grin. "Really?" he asked excitedly. "We're having another baby?" she nodded, thankful for his reaction being kind and happy but unthankful that he wasn't nervous or scared. "Ana, this is amazing." He said but calmed down when he saw her face. "What is it?"

"Do you really want to have another child?" she asked. "I mean, we've got five already, the eldest is 19, for Pete's sake. Do you really think we've got it in us to look after yet another child?"

"Ana, I thought you wanted loads of children?"

"I've always said I wanted at least two. We've got five Christian, and putting it bluntly, I'm scared. I don't want to go through what I went through with the boys. It was terrifying." She looked pale and scared. He didn't blame her; the boy's births were complicated, causing Ana to need an emergency caesarean for each of them. Phoebe was the easiest birth she had, but four bad to one good birth wasn't reassuring for the mum to be.

"Baby, it will be fine, I'm sure. My mum will look after you," he saw that she wasn't reassured and sighed. "Do you want to have this baby?" he asked her seriously. Tears formed in her eyes and she looked at anything but him. He got off his stool and pulled her into his arms, letting her tears fall on his shirt. He swayed her slightly to calm her down.

"Christian, I don't know what I want. I don't want to get rid of this baby but I'm so scared what will happen, this time. What if there are complications like there was with the boys?" she sounded like she'd given up. "What do you want?" she needed his opinion.

"Ana, I would love to have another baby with you. But, it's your body and I understand that you're scared. After four shitty births, you're bound to have worries. Just promise me you'll think about what to do?" That made up her mind.

"I don't need to think, Christian," she sighed. It wasn't fair to ruin his happiness because she had her worries. Anastasia was well known for not caring about herself before she thought of others. It often got her into trouble, not only with Christian but also with the rest of the family. "You promise me that I'll have your mother for support? And that you'll be there for me no matter what happens? Even if you're in another state you'll be there for me if something goes wrong?" he feigned being hurt and declared that he would always be at her side for the next nine months as he freed her lip from her teeth. She wasn't doing it because of what it does to him; it was because she was nervous. "Then, Christian Grey, get ready, you're going to be a father again," she laughed gently. "We need to tell the kids," he grinned his childish grin, picked her up and spun her around laughing.

"We're having a baby!" he almost screamed. "Gail?" seconds later Mrs Taylor walked into the kitchen, "open up a bottle of orange juice would you? We're having a baby," Mrs Taylor just grinned and went to the cupboard to take out two glasses and got the juice out of the fridge. "Mrs Grey, I love you so much. I promise you things are going to be fine," he said toasting their orange juice. They agreed to tell Phoebe and Teddy first and then tell the three younger ones with the support of their tow eldest. They were just hoping that Phoebe and Teddy would be ok with it all. They would find out in about an hour and a half.

(Phoebe and Teddy's school)

Phoebe and Teddy stayed behind at school that evening to help finish painting decorations for the school music show Saturday night. Everyone was excited to see what the students had put together as they received limited help from their teacher. Once the final decorations were finished and Phoebe and Teddy arrived home, they were greeted by their father, who was very happy indeed. Although their mother looked slightly nervous and unsure. What they had to say was very unexpected.

"Teddy, Cupcake," Christian said, "We were just wondering if you're happy with everything in our lives right now?" the answer was a synchronized nod, as if they'd been practising it for years. "So how would you feel about having another little brother or sister?" he asked.

"What?" they asked together. Ana spoke up at this point.

"I'm pregnant, darlings," she said gently. Phoebe's eyes widened but Teddy narrowed his.

"Another little brat?" he asked suspiciously. Christian was just about to start scolding his oldest son before he saw the smile Teddy gave. "Sounds amazing! You serious?" his parents nodded and smiled. "I'm going to be a big brother again." Why Teddy was so happy, Phoebe couldn't understand. She saw another child in this family as another reason for her parents to spend less time with her. She very rarely got to spend time with them as it is; they were always working or hanging out with the boys, which is why she focused so much on school. She had to make the effort to spend time with them. That's why she went to school early, her dad would give her a lift, or she would join him against his will while he was working and then have to ask him to wash her hair. Her mother was even harder to get to spend time with, as Ashley and Nick were mummy's boys. She didn't know that Christian would spend hours watching her fall asleep to make sure she would still be there in the morning.

"Phoebe, are you ok?" Ana asked. Phoebe looked up and saw her parents staring at her. She faked a smile and said she was fine and that she was happy she was going to have another sibling. Christian and Ana said that they want Teddy and Phoebe to sit with them while they told Nick, James and Ashley as they were younger and may not understand as much. Nick may be alright but it was mainly James and Ashley they were worried about. Phoebe said she would love to but had lots of homework to do and went up to her room. Teddy went to his own room to get changed and dump his school bag off and then went to find his brothers. Ana and Christian were left alone. "Christian do you think Phoebe's ok?" Ana wondered.

"I'm sure she's fine, baby. Just a bit shocked I bet."

"Did you see her face when we told them? She looked like she was about to start crying and not the happy version," Ana knew that something was wrong with her daughter, but how would she get her to open up? They weren't that close and Ana had only just realised that. Did she know anything about her seventeen-year-old daughter?

"Do you want me to go talk to her?" Christian asked, looking into her eyes. Ana just nodded but then said to wait a while to let the news sink in. Little did they know that at that moment Phoebe was crying at the thought she would be left out even more.

(Phoebe's room)

When Phoebe entered her bedroom, she closed the door normally so her parents wouldn't suspect anything, the first thing she done was go into her bathroom to run herself a bath. A nice hot bath with lots of bubbles. While the bath was filling up, she went into her walk-in closet to find a nice clean pair of pyjamas to change into when she was finished. She picked up clean towels, placed them on the rack next to the tub, and turned off the taps. Although she just slid down the wall and wrapped her arms around herself, starting to cry. Stop crying you idiot! It's only another baby. She scolded herself. Yeah but if there's another baby, it means mum and dad will pay even less attention to you. Do you really want that? She sighed and stood up, getting undressed and stepped into the scolding water, sitting down to let the water relax her muscles.

"Why should it matter to me if mum and dad want another baby? I haven't been their baby for fourteen years. I've always been a middle kid, why should this baby make any more of a difference? And why am I talking to myself?" that's right she's going mad. Even though she's tried to convince herself that Ana and Christian can do what they want, she couldn't stop the tears from falling. Maybe she thought you're just taking jealous sister to the extreme. What if they have another girl? Then you can't be daddy's little girl anymore, but you will have someone to do girly stuff with. Her subconscious said. She tried to ignore everything and just relax in the bath. Carly's been taken care of, she was with Nicky, everything was set for the show on Saturday, her father finally promised that he'd make an effort to come to her show. Everything was perfect. She closed her eyes enjoying the warmth of the water. Soon enough, she fell asleep.

(Downstairs with Ana and Christian)

They told the younger children who all seemed happy enough to have a younger sibling. Ashley looked worried but his parents reassured him that everything would be the same; there'll just be another baby around. Everyone was in good spirits that evening although it wasn't until dinner that Christian noticed Phoebe hadn't been down all evening, and that she'd completely missed dinner. How could he not notice his daughter hadn't had any dinner when he was always on at his family for eating properly? He went to her room to see if she was alright, but panicked when she didn't answer him when he knocked on the door.

He walked in to see that she wasn't there, naturally panicking more and went about checking every corner of the room, under the bed, the walk-in closet, even the balcony to find she was no-where to be found. However, the bathroom door was locked but she didn't answer him when he called to her. He couldn't hear anything through the door so he forced it open. Phoebe was laying in the bath, her head under the water. Christian didn't think about what he was doing, he just ran forward grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. There were still plenty of bubbles so he didn't see anything. Grabbing the towel off the rack he picked his daughter out of the bath, wrapped her up, as best he could without looking at her, and carried her to her room, placing her on the bed. She was breathing but very lightly, and she looked like she was only sleeping. He tried to wake her gently. She opened her eyes sleepily and started coughing uncontrollably. Making her sit up, he patted her back until she calmed and relaxed. Christian wrapped his arms around his daughter and held her close to his chest, she made no effort to either push him away or hug him back. Her voice was so quiet when she spoke.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" he looked down at her, confused at her question.

"Um... I think I was pulling you from the bath before you drowned in the water. What were you thinking?" she sat up out of his arms.

"Dad, I think you're overreacting. I was fine, I guess I just fell asleep, that's why I wasn't at dinner. Stop worrying," he physically tensed up in front of her.

"Phoebe I call out to you and you don't reply. I come in your room and find you not here. You weren't in your closet, on the balcony, not even under the bed. The only other place you could be is the bathroom but there was no noise coming from behind the door. When I finally get the door open, I find you with your head beneath the water and not moving. It's natural for a parent to worry when they find their child like that." He sighed and took her hand when she looked away from him. "I freaked out, Phoebe. I'm sorry, but you need to stop falling asleep in the bath. Why were you having a bath anyway, you've always said you don't like them and have showers." She shrugged. She didn't actually know why she fancied to have a long soak in the bath. He put his hand under her chin and gently made her look at him, suspecting that is really the matter with his baby girl. "Cupcake, what's really the matter? It's not about your mother being pregnant is it?" Phoebe had to think for a minute. Tell him the truth and sound like a snobby jealous child or lie to keep him and her mum happy? She decided on the latter.

"No, dad. I think mum being pregnant is great, really. It's just school and problems with Carly is all getting on top of me. I'm just really tired and I just wanna go to sleep now if that's ok." She smiled at him. He smiled back at her.

"Of course, but after you've gotten dressed and come to have something to eat. As you said earlier you missed dinner." He got off her bed while she finished drying off and slipped into her grey nightdress, put on her cream bootie slippers. After she grabbed her dressing gown and shrugged it on over her pyjamas, Phoebe went downstairs to find her father in the kitchen warming up the curry they had for dinner. Ana and the boys were in the TV room watching the Narnia Chronicles. Christian went to join them as Phoebe picked at her food. She wouldn't tell Christian but she only ate when she was forced to, which was breakfast and dinner. Breakfast was only if she couldn't convince Christian she ate when she hadn't. He didn't even suspect anything. After fifteen minutes of picking and playing with her food, Phoebe picked up her plate and put the curry in the bin, then taking out the bag to go in the rubbish bin outside so Christian wouldn't see what she's done.

"I saw that," she jumped at her mother's voice. She turned and saw Ana standing in the doorway smiling. She smiled back. There was a lot of smiling going on in this family lately. Ana sat on a stool opposite to where Phoebe was standing. "Don't worry, I won't tell your father. On the one condition, you tell me why you're not eating." Ana looked serious now. So she's noticed Phoebe wasn't eating. But Phoebe tried her lies anyway.

"I am eating mum. I'm just not hungry tonight, that's all,"

"Phoebe, I've been watching you for weeks. You pick at your dinner, hardly eating anything, there's no evidence of you eating breakfast in the mornings and Sawyer tells me you've not been eating your lunch. Talk to me, darling, I want to understand what's the matter. And normally it's your father noticing how much you eat and making sure you get a proper diet. You should be thankful it's me."

"I do eat, mum. I just don't like eating as much as everyone else. I don't know why, I just don't." Phoebe looked down at her feet.

"But you're not really eating at all. From what I've seen and heard, you only eat dinner. And like I said, you don't always eat all of that and just pick at it. Phoebe I can see that you've lost a significant amount of weight since you left school before the summer. I'm surprised your dad hasn't noticed actually." Ana said that part mainly to herself. She found it shocking that Christian hadn't noticed the change in Phoebe's weight.

"Dad doesn't notice anything unless it involves good school grades, the boys or business, mum."

"What?"

"Think about it. All dad ever goes on about nowadays is school grades being important. Unless we're doing well in school he doesn't wanna know. Anyway, why would he notice anything different? He hardly ever sees me. I'm always studying to try and please him or he's always busy with one of the boys. With all that and work where would he find the time to hang out with me or notice these sort of things?" Phoebe said all of this so fast, it's a wonder how Ana managed to keep up. However, before she had a chance to respond, Phoebe turned and left the kitchen and went to bed. It was nearly nine o'clock so the boys should be going up soon. She got up, went into the TV room and turned the DVD off. "Teddy, James you're still grounded and therefore it is time for you to go to bed. In fact you shouldn't have been watching the movie with us so consider yourselves lucky. Ashley sweetie I think it's time for you to go to bed too, Nick will you take him please? I'll be up to see you all in a while." Teddy and James moaned about being treated like kids while Nick didn't understand why he was having to go to bed early as well, but obeyed his mothers wish and took his youngest brother up to his room. Once the boys were out of the room Christian spoke.

"What's the matter, baby?" he held his arms open from his place on the sofa to welcome her to join him. She sighed and snuggled up next to the love of her life.

"Phoebe. I think she feels neglected." Ana felt Christian tense up, clearly shocked, worried and uncomfortable about Ana thinking that.

"Why would she feel neglected?"

"She just told me that she feels you never notice anything with her unless it's about school and her grades. Christian, I'm worried that she's pushing herself to try and please you too much. I'm also scared that she's trying to push us away," she said, sitting up to look into his beautiful grey eyes. His brow creased in confusion.

"What do you mean, 'trying to please me'? All I've ever asked of her is that she tries her best and I will be pleased, no matter what the results are," Ana laughed a little.

"I think she wants to be like you Christian. Ruler of her own empire and the only way she can do that is to be better than the best to make you proud and so she's pushing herself too much. She also feels that you hardly ever see her and prioritise spending time with the boys over her. Christian, I think you need to talk to her if she feels this way." He sighed at look blankly at the TV then eventually nodded. "Oh, there's something else as well, but you have to promise me that you won't get too mad," he looked at her now seeing that she was serious and agreed that he would try not to get too mad to whatever she was about to tell him. "Phoebe hasn't been eating lately and she hasn't been for quite some time. Haven't you noticed that she's lost a lot of weight?" Christian looked ready to murder somebody.

"What do you mean she's not been eating?!" he shouted as he stood up to begin pacing around the room.

"I mean, she's only been eating her dinner as she gets up before everyone to say she had breakfast before we come downstairs and either gives her lunch to her friends or throws it in the bin. Mason told me and he's getting rather worried about it."

"Why didn't he tell me this?"

"He thought it'd be better if I told you. Since I'm your wife everyone thinks that I can control you and calm you down when you're in one of these moods. Christian, all I'm asking is that you talk to Phoebe, calmly and nicely. Don't start an argument over something this silly." He stopped pacing and looks at her.

"Where is she now?"

"She went up to bed, but I doubt she's asleep. She seemed too upset." He nodded nd made his way to the door.

"I'll go talk to her now, you go and check on the boys and tell them I'll be in to see them soon." She smiled and followed him out of the room and up the stairs.

Meanwhile (In Phoebe's room)...

After Phoebe confessed some of her feelings to her mother and made an escape to her room, she sat down and thought. Why all the sudden emotions that have suddenly appeared? Was she really letting this baby get to her head? Why did I tell mum I practically feel neglected by dad? He can't help being busy with work. "I guess I just wish I had more time with him." She said to herself. "What is your problem with food though Grey, come on. I don't know, I just don't like the thought of food. Great, now I'm talking to myself. That's the first sign of madness. Maybe, but then maybe I just need someone to talk to. Dad? I'm sure if I asked him he would listen? Honestly Phoebe, shut up and stop talking to yourself!" she snapped at herself. (AN: Sorry for this quick intrusion. This may sound mad but I have conversations with myself all the time, which is where I got the idea of Phoebe doing it from)

Without thinking about what she was doing, she looked up measles side effects on her computer. She knew she had that illness when she was younger but her parents never talk about it. They think she didn't remember it, although it's true she does remember being ill and Grandma Grace told her what it was. But that was twelve years ago and she'd only recently stopped enjoying food, but it couldn't hurt to try. One of the side effects was anorexia, although it said nothing about affecting people years after. The only side effect she'd heard of was deafness and she kind of knew what that was like. She's partially deaf in her left ear although she never told her parents she was having trouble hearing. Yet again, they never suspected anything, not even when she never heard them arrive home after work. She couldn't find anything on eating disorders so she shut down her computer and turned to see Christian in the doorway. "Dad," she said, genuinely surprised he was there. He wasn't smiling like he usually would be on the rare occasion he would come and see her. Tonight he was scowling and it was very uncomfortable. "What's up? What have I done?" he walked in and sat on her bed, not near her but not far either, and looked right into her grey eyes.

"Phoebe, I'm going to ask you a serious question and I want you to answer it as honestly as possible, ok?" she nodded. "Do you feel I've been neglecting you for the boys?" she gasped. Of course, Ana would have told him what she said. However, she was over exaggerating.

"No, dad, of course not why would you think that?"

"Because of what you said to your mother?"

"Dad, honestly, I'm fine. I don't think you're neglecting me. I feel like you love me very much,"

"Phoebe I need you to talk to me. If you're not happy you need to tell me."

"I am happy. Why wouldn't I be? I have two loving parents, four annoying but lovable brothers, great friends. I am honestly very happy with my life."

"Then why aren't you eating properly?" he snapped suddenly. She wasn't expecting that and therefore had no answer right away. Eventually, she shrugged her shoulders and claimed she didn't know. "Phoebe, look at me. I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me. I always thought you felt you could?"

"I do, dad. But I don't know why I don't eat as much as you'd like. It's hard to live up to expectations all the time, you know."

"Eating is not an expectation, Phoebe, it's a way of life and you know about my food issues. I can't believe I didn't realise it until now though. You've lost too much weight, Cupcake and I can see that now."

"I lost weight because I wanted to, dad. But I didn't intend to stop eating, but nowadays the thought of food just makes me feel sick." A thought suddenly occurred to Christian.

"You've not done this for any boys have you"? She was genuinely shocked.

"Of course not dad! I've lost weight for me, because I was sick of being the schools fat cow. The fact that boys are looking at me more to do with my looks and less to do with the money is just a bonus. I was sick of Carly always rubbing it in that she was slim," she whispered that last sentence.

"You've decided to lose weight because someone called you fat?" she shook her head.

"No. I have more confidence now and I feel stronger than ever. You need strength to live in this family, you know." He chuckled lightly.

"You can assure me that you did this for you and your confidence and nothing else?" he asked. She nodded. "Ok, I suppose I will accept the weight loss but from what I've seen you've lost far too much and you are to attempt to put some back on, young lady. Also, I will make sure that you eat every breakfast, lunch and dinner- force-feeding you like a baby if I have to, I'm going to need the practice again- and if I find you don't eat properly, there will be consequences. Now I hope you've still got your strength because I have another matter to discuss with you." She looked at him waiting for him to continue. "Why have you been lying to me about your ratio test marks?" he has shocked her yet again.

"Why do you think I've been lying?"

"I saw your teacher the other day. He's very impressed with you being top of the class, getting all the questions right. I'm proud of you for it. But I am very pissed off at the fact that you lied to me."

"Dad, I told you I got worse marks than I did because I knew what you're like when we get good grades. There's always something there as a reward, even if it's a simple test where the whole class gets every question right." She didn't want to upset him, but since he brought it up, she figured it was time to tell the truth.

"Phoebe, I give you those presents because you deserve them. Also, because I can, it's not like we can't afford it." He said, moving closer to her. She looked down at her hands, closing the lid to her laptop and moving it aside. She didn't know how to respond, so she kept quiet. Christian continued. "Phoebe, I want you to feel like you can talk to me. What's really bothering you?" she shrugged.

"It's nothing dad. I'm fine, just really tired tonight. I'm gonna get into bed now, it's 9.30 and I need to be up early again tomorrow," she said, standing and getting under the covers. He kissed her forehead then looked right into her eyes.

"It's not so that you can pretend to eat your breakfast in the morning, is it?" he asked seriously. She shook her head and promised that she would have a proper meal. If only she was good at keeping promises. Finally, he kissed her again and walked out of the room to check on his sons.

Teddy was sitting upright on his bed, doodling in his sketchpad. He didn't notice Christian enter the room until he cleared his throat. "Teddy, you should be in bed. It's part of your punishment."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry dad, I just got an idea for a piece of work I could do for art and had to do a quick image of it. I'm putting it down now." Teddy replied slipping his book under his pillow and got under the covers. Christian thought that maybe it would be a good time to talk to his eldest child. He wanted to be sure he was really happy.

"Teddy, are you happy with your life? Do you think I'm a good father?" he asked unexpectedly. Teddy gasped in shock, unsure of how to answer. After some thought he spoke.

"Yeah dad. I am really happy with my life and you've been a great father. A bit strict now and then but I know it was for our benefit not to be spiteful. Why?"

"I just spoke to your mother who's worried about Phoebe. She seems to feel left out slightly and I just wanted to see if it was just her or do you all feel like you need more time with your mother and me."

"A bit more time together would be nice, but I know you and mum are busy with work. And Phoebe and I have been getting a lot of schoolwork lately so that doesn't help. Overall, you're terrific parents. We never went without so I'm grateful for that. Dad stop worrying about Phoebe, she's not as fragile as she may seem." Teddy's reassurance was enough for Christian for now. But he needed a second, third and fourth opinion from his other sons and possibly a fifth opinion from his wife to be satisfied that he had truly made his family happy. He left Ted's room to go and check on Nick, who was reading quietly while trying to keep his eyes open. Christian asked the fourteen-year-old the same questions as Teddy and got similar answers. After saying goodnight, he went to get his third opinion on the matter.

James was finishing off science homework when his dad appeared in the doorway. After a quick argument about how James shouldn't be leaving his homework to be completed the night before it's due in, Christian asked his questions and got the same answers again. Although with a bit more attitude than necessary. James got into bed and Christian went to see the youngest Grey child. Ashley was already asleep when he walked in, though, and was above the covers. Gently he lifted his son into his arms and slid him under the covers. Soon enough the brown haired nine-year-old was comfortable and warm under his duvet, snoozing softly. Christian smiled and quietly left the room. Without thinking, he walked back into Phoebes room to watch her sleep some more. She looked so peaceful; it was like she never had any problems in her earlier life. When he was satisfied she wasn't going anywhere, he joined his wife in bed. After some of their special time together, Ana fell asleep, leaving Christian watching her before drifting off himself. Although, for the first time in a while, the nightmare of twelve years ago haunted his dreams.

(Flashback)

"Phoebe, show mummy your arm," Ana said to her five-year old daughter. She hadn't stopped scratching all morning and Ana was starting to worry. Phoebe, however, was being stubborn and wouldn't roll up the sleeves on her new jumper. She knew if mummy or daddy saw the spots they wouldn't let her go to big girls school, and she really wanted to go. Ana gave up after half an hour and looked at Christian for help.

"Phoebe, look at me," he said kneeling down to her level. "Show me your arm so we can see what's making it itchy," Phoebe just shook her head and said it was fine. Eventually Christian just pulled the jumper off her and examined her arm. It was covered in spots and her skin was unnaturally warm. Taking charge of the situation, Christian ordered his two sons, Teddy and Nick, to be taken to school out of the way. Christian called his mother, after taking Phoebe back to her room, and told her what was wrong.

After explaining the fever, the runny nose, cough, sneezing and now the rash, Grace told him that she was showing symptoms of measles. After getting Phoebe to the hospital, he had Gail make sure the whole house was cleaned thoroughly and that no one was to enter until he was satisfied. He had Ana and the boys stay with his parents until he was satisfied the house was cleaned properly. Luckily Ted and Nick had, had jabs to protect them. Phoebe was due to have hers in a week, as she was ill when her appointment was to be done.

That night Christian stayed with his baby girl, keeping an eye on her while she slept in the hospital bed. She was covered in the rash and she was much warmer than she was before. Grace had warned him to be careful and make sure he was cleaned properly before touching anyone else, especially Ana. Phoebe remained silent all through the night and slept peacefully while Christian was going out of his mind with worry. The doctors hadn't seen a case as serious as Phoebe and it caused a lot of worry. She had been so tired during the day that they began to think that her body was shutting down. Grace stayed with her and Christian and kept an eye on her granddaughter, but there wasn't a lot anyone could do until morning, to see if she would wake up. It was amazing how bad she had gotten over the course of one day. She had been given some cream to ease the itching from the rash and some water to attempt to control her fever but that was all the doctors could do.

Grace sat by her bed reading her favourite bedtime story while Christian paced the hospital room he had her moved into. This was out of his control and that was one thing he could not stand. What terrified him even more was that Grace needed to call for assistance when Phoebe's heart rate slowed right down. What a time for her appendix to cause trouble. Christian was almost in tears when he saw his five-year old angel, lying helpless and lifeless on the hospital bed. One of the doctors told him he needed to step outside the room while they worked on the patient and reluctantly he did, but watched through the window what was going on. Taylor was there too, almost getting emotional as well, to support his boss. When he saw the heart monitor become a flat line he sunk to the floor, crying.

Christian woke with a start and felt the tears in his eyes. Ana was watching him with a scared look on her face. He looked at the clock, it was three twenty in the morning. He was confused as to why she was awake and asked her.

"I heard you crying. Well actually, you were practically screaming. What was your nightmare about? The usual stuff?" he shook his head and told her about the scare. Ana couldn't have been there as she was seven months pregnant with James and it was too dangerous in case she got ill. But she heard that Grace was to thank for saving their baby. "Christian, you need to try and get over it. She is fine now; nothing's going to happen to her. Please try and forget about it, or you'll never move on." After some time of silence Christian just nodded and they went back to sleep.

Ana had no idea how wrong she was that night...

Ok. It's another boring chapter, but it will get better. I promise (and hope). Hope you're still enjoying it because it would be pointless if you're not.

Next chapter will be a quick glimpse of the kids at school on Friday but it will lead onto the show on Saturday, which is when the first step of when things are going to change for this family.

Also, there's a reason why Teddy was happy about the pregnancy and Phoebe's hating the idea. Please note it's not to make Phoebe sound like a rich snobby cow (that's not my intention) it's to try to highlight that she doesn't realise how lucky she is and what she takes for granted. Overall, she and her family are meant to be close.

Please review if you think I need to change anything or if you have any suggestions for the future. Or if you just want to give me some positive feedback, I don't care, then review.