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Phoebe will see how much Christian loves her soon. Although the way it happens I'm scared you will all hate me so I'm just trying to change my idea slightly but still keep the overall idea the same. It's harder than I realised.

I'm sorry but I've broken my promise The show isn't until the next chapter as it would have just been too long to fit everything in this chapter and this is 10 pages on word. But I have written half of the show chapter as you read.

Chapter 4: The Calm

Friday morning was like any other morning in the Grey household. Although Christian got up slightly earlier than Phoebe to ensure she had a proper breakfast before leaving. She done as she was told after much protest and ate some granola. After that, the morning went on as usual. Phoebe went to school with Teddy that morning for a change though; she didn't feel like making conversation with her father and there wasn't anything important to do which required her to leave early. When they arrived, they saw Ava standing by the gate. She saw Phoebe looked a bit down and tried to see what the matter was.

"Phoebe are you ok?" she asked once she was out the car. Phoebe hadn't spoken to her since they were at school yesterday and she hadn't been answering her ringing phone. Phoebe looked at her cousin and shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it was the lack of you answering my phone calls. Or my texts? I was seriously thinking about calling your dad to find out if you were ok. What happened to you?"

"Nothing. I was just tired last night. Getting some stuff ready for tomorrow and casually drowning in the bath," Phoebe said trying to change the subject not realising she let the incident slip out. Ava demanded to know what happened and knowing she couldn't avoid the subject, Phoebe told her about the embarrassing moment her dad found her. She decided not to mention Ana being pregnant.

They walked into school, Mason following with a new security guard called Barrell, who was being trained as Mason was leaving, both keeping out of sight. Barrell was taking over Masons duties and therefore had to learn Phoebe's routine thoroughly before he could take over completely. He was under time pressure as Mason was due to be married, the reason he was leaving the family.

"So there you have it," Phoebe said to her cousin. "But don't worry I'm fine and alive,"

"Yeah right. You looked freaked out when mum and dad told us mum was pregnant," Teddy said sneaking up behind them. Ava turned and looked at him shocked.

"Aunt Ana's pregnant?!" she nearly screamed. The brother and sister nodded then Phoebe walked off towards her locker, Ava closely following behind. "What's wrong with Aunt Ana being pregnant, Bee?" she asked.

"Nothing's wrong with it. I just don't understand why now. There are enough of us and they aren't getting any younger. But you can't tell anyone, A. Not even your mum. My mum will tell her when she's ready. We only found out last night," Ava nodded in agreement.

"But you're unhappy?" she asked knowing the answer already. Phoebe slammed her locker shut after getting out the appropriate books for the day.

"Why would you think that?" she snapped. She couldn't hide anything from Ava but it couldn't hurt to try.

"The snappiness, slamming the locker shut, the look on your face when Teddy mentioned it. This list can go one Phoebe and I've only been with you twenty minutes today so far. What's so upsetting about having another sibling? I would love it! Being an only child kind of sucks!" Phoebe took a deep breath. There was no point trying to hide it from Ava, she was her best friend. Before she knew it, she was telling her cousin how she really felt.

"I don't want to share mum and dad anymore than I already do Ava. It's hard enough trying to get time with them nowadays as it is, and another baby is just going to take up more of their time. I'm a jealous cow, that's what's wrong with mum being pregnant. What if it's a girl?"

"Why would that matter?"

"If mum has a girl, then I can't be daddy's little princess anymore. I can't be a daddy's girl if I have a sister to share that role with." Ava finally understood what was getting to her. Phoebe was scared of being pushed out. She needed to know that wouldn't happen that Christian and Ana would love her no matter what. The question was how does she do that?

"Phoebe, I think that you're over thinking this. Your mum and dad love you; they're not going to leave you out on anything. You'll always be your daddy's little girl," she said, getting a small laugh in return. "Anyway, isn't he coming to the show tomorrow?" Phoebe nodded.

"Yes. He said he was going to make it this time, no matter what. He's never broken a promise before so I don't see why he would this time."

"Has he ever actually heard you sing?" Ava asked. Phoebe shook her head. Every other music concerts, pieces of drama and musicals Christian had missed for one reason or another. It upset Phoebe that he never saw what she was achieving, unless it was related to business, but he always made it to her brother's events. Teddy's art exhibitions, Nick's baseball games, James' science fair last year, even Ashley's first school play. But he never made it to one of her shows. Tomorrow all that was going to change. "Have you finalised the performance order yet?"

"Yeah. Finished that last night when Ted and I stayed behind after school to finish some of the decorations. They're looking good; Ted is really talented with a paintbrush. You saw his painting in the art rooms?" Phoebe asked. Ava nodded and said that he was painting a portrait for her and her parents for Christmas. Even though that was seven months away, he decided to start early as it takes some time.

"Yeah I've seen them. They are good. I love the one of you lot as a family last Christmas. You got Nick's present yet?" It was his birthday on Sunday and the whole family were going out for the day to do one of Nick's favourite activities. Sailing with him standing with his father behind the wheel. He was going to be captain for the day while they sailed into the open water and, if the weather was nice; Christian would let them jump off the side and go for a leisurely swim, providing they all wore life jackets so they wouldn't drown. Over-protective husband/father that he is. It had warmed up significantly since Wednesday. Phoebe nodded and claimed she got him a signed baseball from his favourite baseball player who she could never remember the name of. (AN: I don't know anything about baseball and therefore no famous baseball players) He saw it when they were out for the day and claimed he wanted it.

The day went by fast for Phoebe and she was glad when she got home. She was exhausted and was looking forward to a good night's sleep with an extra two hours in bed tomorrow. Ana was home but Christian was still at the office, handling an important deal he had been working on for some time. The boys were home also, although they were off doing their own thing, James and Teddy were playing a board game since they were still grounded. Ashley was doing his end of week homework while Nick was practicing his batting skills for baseball in the garden with Jennings. Phoebe knew she was lucky to have a family like hers, one that loved and cared for each other more than anything else in the world. She smiled at the thought and went to her room to do homework, as it was 3.30 in the afternoon.

An hour later, she was disturbed by a knock at the door. Ana walked in with a cup of tea. "Hi, baby," she said. "I thought you might like a nice hot cup of tea while you work," Phoebe thanked her mother and took a welcome sip. It taste good with lots of sugar and milk. "How's the work coming along?"

"It's alright. Nearly finished actually, just got to finish my German and then I'm done for the weekend. How about you? Work alright?" Ana giggled at her daughters question.

"Yes, my work is fine. Signed off a couple of deals this week so it's been fine," time to address to delicate subject. "Phoebe, last night. What did you mean when you said those things about your dad?" Phoebe froze, not knowing how to answer. After some time she answered.

"I don't know, mum. I was stressed out yesterday. Been having to deal with Carly all day then dad went on about my Accounting work. Then you told us you were pregnant. I guess I just needed to let my brain get over the information overload." She tried a small laugh, with no success after seeing her mother's look.

"I know that's not true. The way you were going on really emphasised to me that you truly feel that your father doesn't care. So come on Phoebe, talk to me. While he's not here." Ana pressed. What was going through her daughters mind?

"Mum, I know that dad cares. I didn't intend for my tone to sound like that yesterday. But sometimes I honestly feel like all he ever cares about where I'm concerned is my schoolwork, especially when related to business. He rang me up yesterday morning to have a go about hanging out with a boy, implying that all he wants me to focus on is school. Does he ever make you want to shout at him sometimes? Throw something at his head with the hope it will deflate a bit?" Ana laughed at that.

"Trust me, baby, he does that all the time. But then again I drive him mad too so it evens itself out. Why don't you try talking to him, tell him that you want to have time together without mentioning school? I think you'll find he may be very interested." Phoebe shrugged her shoulders and said she'll think about it. She finished her homework and Ana decided that maybe they should have some mother-daughter time before dinner. "Shall we paint each other's nails and play with our hair? We haven't done that in a while and I miss it," she suggested and Phoebe, who loves people playing with her hair and doing girly stuff with actual girls, jumped at the opportunity. She loved her brothers but they couldn't even put her hair in a simple ponytail or get the nail varnish on the nails; they got more on their fingers than her nails.

She got her make-up box out of her closest and found the nail varnish buried at the bottom. She had mainly pale colours but a few bright and obvious colours. She also got out her bag full of hair accessories and sat back on the bed with her mother. "So, mummy, what colour shall we do your nails? Would you like one colour or shall we do different colours on different nails?" she asked. Ana looked at the colours and chose four different ones.

"How about the blue and grey on my fingers? And pink and silver for my toes?" she suggested. Phoebe nodded, grinning. She knew the significance of the colours chosen; blue and grey, Ana and Christian's eye colour and pink and silver, their wedding colours. Ana chose the slightly darker shades so it would be more obvious to see. After grabbing her bed table from under the bed and setting it up between them, Phoebe got some tissues and set the nail varnish on top. Ana gave her, her left hand and Phoebe placed it on the table also.

"So, shall I do one hand blue and the other grey? Or every other finger blue, then grey?" she asked.

"Let's have, every other finger, shall we? And when they're dry we'll do yours. So start thinking about what colours you want."

"The bright red?" Phoebe asked giggling. Ana laughed too but said no, knowing Christian would have a heart attack. She didn't even know why Phoebe had bright red nail varnish, she would never wear it. Once Phoebe had painted Ana's fingernails, giving it two coats and some clear to finish it off, Ana started to paint Phoebes. She decided she wanted light purple fingernails with silver spots and gold and silver toenails. While painting, the girls talked about anything and everything they could think of, apart from school.

They talked about movies, books, what to do next week, what they got up to last week, Kate, Elliot, Ava, Mia, Ethan, Grace, Carrick, Ray, Carla and Bob, family life in general, even Christian and Ana's wedding and honeymoon. Once Phoebe's toenails were painted and she was just finishing the last toe of Ana's, they started playing with their hair.

Making Ana sit in a chair in front of the mirror, Phoebe brushed through her long chestnut hair and turned on the curlers. She curled her mums hair then neatly twisted it and pinned round the back of her head in a bun that looked like a rose. Ana smiled as Phoebe got out her camera and took some photos. She then sat in the chair in front of the mirror while Ana brushed through the copperness, thinking what to do with her hair. After turning off the curlers, Ana turned on the expensive hair straighteners that went up to 250⁰. When they were hot enough, Ana gently straightened Phoebe's hair, taking out the last of the curls from when Christian braided her hair the other night. When she was satisfied it was straight, Ana gathered all the hair in her hand and brushed it towards the top of Phoebes head. After placing it in a ponytail Ana started to twist it and slid in hairpins to keep it in a bun. Phoebe smiled at her mother in the mirror. She loved it when they did things like that.

"There, you go baby. And I get to see your beautiful face." Ana said to her daughter, who stood up to hug her. At this point Christian appeared in the doorway and smiled at his girls. Phoebe saw him first and grinned still hugging her mum. Christian put his finger to his lips and walked over to them. Ana's back was to him but she wasn't surprised when Phoebe pulled away and he wrapped his arms around her. Christian knew she knew he was there.

"How did you know I was here?" he asked when he turned her to face him.

"Christian it may have escaped your notice but you put the mirror right there," Ana pointed behind her. "I saw you while hugging our daughter." She giggle and he laughed.

"Ok, Mrs Grey. I came to tell you both that dinner is ready, and Phoebe since you didn't eat your lunch you will eat all of it today." He said sternly. Phoebe sighed. How did he know I didn't eat my lunch? Oh yeah, I have two bloody security guards following me now. Must've been Barrell, Mason would never have told on me. "By the way girls. Your hair looks nice." They grinned at their husband/father.

"Look at our nails too," Ana said holding up her finger nails. Christian smiled again as he saw what colours she had chosen, although looked a bit unsure at the purple on Phoebe, but said nothing as it was light purple so he knew it wasn't that bad.

"Come on girls, dinner time. Gail's made lasagne and I'm starving. And, Ana, I need your help calming your nine-year-old down. He's managed to get his hands on some Haribo and he's decided to be hyper." Ana laughed and followed Christian out of the room with Phoebe. Ashley was running around laughing like a lunatic. Ana took one look at him and put on her strict face. Ashley was a mummy's boy so he always did what she said.

"Ashley Grey, stop running around and go into the dining room for dinner or you will have no dessert and go to bed early," she said. She didn't mean it but she knew it was enough of a threat to get him to calm down. He quietly walked into the dining room followed by his parents and sister to find the rest of his brothers already sitting and waiting.

The dinner conversation was pleasant as always and they all talked about their days, Phoebe's show tomorrow and Nick's birthday on Sunday. Ana and Christian asked Ashley about soccer, suggesting that he tries out for a team somewhere and he eagerly agreed. Phoebe picked at her food and ate very little, hoping Christian wouldn't notice, oblivious to the fact he was watching her every move. He didn't want to ruin the good mood but he needed his daughter to eat properly. "Phoebe, stop playing with your dinner and just eat it. Nine small bites are not enough for you to eat for dinner." She sighed and started eating more of the lasagne, feeling slightly sick as she did. She hadn't eaten this much food in one day in months. She put her fork down and claimed she was finished, half the food still on her plate. "Phoebe, you are not finished. Eat your dinner, please. I told you that you need to put some more weight on. You're too thin."

"Dad, I'm full, really. Honestly, you know I've had a problem with food lately. I can't eat anymore," she said trying not to be forced to eat more.

"Christian, she's eaten enough. Don't push it," Ana said and Christian held his tongue. He hated it when Ana undermined his authority in front of the kids. Especially where food is concerned. He glared at his wife, then looked at his daughter. The only way this was going to be settled is if he reasoned with her.

"Phoebe, one more forkful. For me? Please," he asked and she couldn't say no. Sighing and rolling her eyes, Phoebe picked up her fork and ate her last forkful of lasagne. Once all the children had been excused from the table Christian led his wife up to their room.

(WARNING: This is a sex scene between Ana and Christian. It's not very good but I thought it was time they did something. Otherwise it's hardly Fifty Shades)

"Now Mrs Grey, do you think it's polite to interrupt me when I'm dealing with our children?" he asked, seductively. She smiled at her husband's playfulness.

"No, Mr Grey, but you know that Phoebe's had issues with food as of late. I don't think that pressuring her to eat is going to help."

"Well, what are we going to do about your behaviour at the table?" he asked, quietly. Anastasias breathing was getting heavier with anticipation. She looked up into his seductive grey eyes and leaned up to kiss him before whispering in his ear.

"I'm sure you'll think of something, Sir," she said emphasising the word Sir. He grinned down at her and reached for the buttons of her white silk blouse. Very slowly, he undone each button, revealing her white lacy bra beneath, then undone the zip on her black pencil skirt and slid it down her legs to reveal the matching panties to her bra. She stood as still as possible, knowing that if she struggled he would take longer and restrain her. She learnt that the hard way shortly after Teddy was born when her moans woke him one evening.

Leaving Ana standing in the middle of the room, Christian went to lock the door as not to be disturbed by their children. They knew not to bother them in the evening but it was just a precaution. When he turned back to her, he noticed that she was breathing heavily, wanting him. He grinned at the thought. Even after all these years, he was glad that he was still the only one who could arouse her. She was still his and only his. Walking back toward her even slower than he'd been moving. When he finally reached her, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to the bed, pulling off the duvet and sat on the edge. Without saying anything else he pulled her across his knee and wrapped his right leg over the top of both of hers. Placing his left arm over the top of her back, near her neck, he leant down and whispered in her ear. "I am going to spank you, Anastasia. Do you know why?"

"Because I undermined your authority to our children at the dinner table," she whispered.

"Do you think that's polite? That I like it when you do that?" she shook her head. He took a deep breath. "You will need to keep quiet so the kids aren't disturbed. If you make a noise I will gag you." So much promise in those nine little words she thought. She moaned quietly and he hit her once on her backside. "That counts as making a noise, Mrs Grey," he said. He pulled her underwear down to her knees and hit her again, in a different spot. Her arms were folded beneath her head as she took deep breaths to control her breathing and the pleasure her husband was giving her. He continued to slap her, rubbing the redness after each one. After eighteen slaps he stood, with her in his arms, and dumped her on the bed. "Don't move Mrs Grey." He ordered. She grinned. Always the control freak. Always telling me what to do. I love him.

He disappeared into his walk in closet and reappeared with his silver grey tie. Her favourite tie with the pattern that leaves small indentations in her skin. After he tells her to, she holds out her hands for him to bind her wrists together. He takes her bra off before doing so. When he makes her lay down again he ties the other end to the bedpost and grins down at her helplessness. She smiles shyly up at him. "Now that you appear to have me where you want me, Mr Grey, what're you going to do to me?" she challenges. He says nothing as he grabs her ankles, pulling her down the bed, stretching her arms above her head. Taking a pair of handcuffs from his closet, he takes her left ankle and cuffs it to the post at the other end. She gasps with excitement. He takes the other ankle and does the same thing although this leg is stretched wider due to it being pulled across the other side of the bed.

"Now Mrs Grey. Once I've put this blindfold on you, I'm going to fuck you hard. If you make a noise, I may have to torture you further. And you are not allowed to come." He has a lustful, wicked gleam in his eye. "Once I've finished with you, you are not to touch yourself until I give you permission, understand?" she nods. "Answer me,"

"Yes, sir," she grins.

"Are you grinning at me Mrs Grey?"

"I believe so," her grin widens.

"Oh Anastasia I may have to do something about that. You're not supposed to be looking forward to this," but even as he says it, Mr Grey cannot keep the smile and excitement out of his voice. He slips an eye mask over eyes, denying her the opportunity to watch him undress. She moans as she feels him climb on top of her. His hands were at her breasts teasing and pinching slightly. They hardened beneath his touch and he briefly sucked on them. Making her moan even more. "Quiet, Ana. Don't make me gag you. We can't have the kids hearing this."

His tongue moved further down. Over her belly, dipped into her navel then ran along the faded stretch marks from her previous pregnancies. He then went between her legs and kissed her. After a while, he began to tease her, making her writhe beneath his expertise in pleasure. Ten minutes later he slammed into her unexpectedly and she would have screamed in surprise if he hadn't put his hand over her mouth moments before. He drove her crazy, as she couldn't let go while he pounded into her. She tried to find some release but he somehow managed to neglect her of the feeling. He found his own release and stood up. After taking the blindfold off, he grinned down at her. She was breathless.

"Christian, please. Let me have it," she begged. He laughed gently.

"Oh no, Ana. This is your punishment. I want you sexually frustrated and you are not to touch yourself. That way, it will make you feel even better later on when I claim you again." She pulled at her restraints to try to find some pleasure, but it was hopeless. Her husband knew too well how to deny her that feeling and she found really frustrating. That's the point Ana. He wants to see how long you can take it. He was still grinning at her and she was powerless to stop him. "Anyway, Mrs Grey. I'm going to go and make sure our children are ok. And make sure they're getting ready for bed." He said glancing at the clock to see it was nearly ten o'clock. He hadn't realised they'd spent two hours in their room together. She thought he was going to untie her so she could say goodnight but he left her where she was. He disappeared into the closet again, returned with a small blanket, and gently placed it over her. He was already dressed in a pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt.

"Christian, aren't you going to let me say goodnight to the kids?" she asked. He smiled.

"No, I 'm not. That's another part of your punishment, Mrs Grey. You can see them tomorrow but for now, I'd be worrying about when I get back," he whispered in her ear. She sighed.

"Is this because of the dinner table?" she asked. "Because you're really dragging this punishment out aren't you?"

"No, I'm also getting revenge for last night, when I had to calm a mad nine-year-old down and you fell asleep without me."He grinned and she laughed. She didn't intend to do that. He left the room and returned forty minutes later. Ana was staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. She was thinking about how lucky she was to have her family around her. Growing up with just her mother and whatever husband she had at the time was quite boring after a while. Now she had brothers and sisters and children and the best husband she could wish for. She grinned at him when he lay down beside her. "Still frustrated?" he asked. Damn! I'd gotten over that. She was suddenly wanting his touch again. She nodded.

His smile never faded as he undone all her restraints and went for round two. This time he was being nicer to her and let her have some relief. Shortly after they both fell into a peaceful sleep.

"What do you mean you're going to work?" Ana asked her husband on Saturday morning.

"I mean, there's an important meeting I need to go to and I can't blow it off. It's part of a deal I've been working on for months," he replied. Ana sighed. He'd been in his office all morning on the phone and when he finally exits, it's to alert the family he has to go.

"Christian, you haven't worked on a Saturday since before Ted was born. Can't Ros sort it out?"

"She could but it's important, Ana. I need to finish off this deal and make sure it ends smoothly. Trust me, the last thing I want to do on a Saturday is go into the office when I could spend time with my family." He said. She sighed knowing she wasn't going to win this battle.

"When will you be back?"

"Later this afternoon. I'll be back before the show, I promise. I also need to check a few things on The Grace but that shouldn't take too long." Ana still looked unsure. He walked over to her, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked her in the eye. "Have I ever broken a promise?" she shook her head. "Then have a little faith Mrs Grey. I'll call you if I'm running late." He said and slipped his jacket on.

"Honestly dad. Don't be late. Phoebe won't be very happy if you miss it." Teddy piped up. Christian nodded, kissed Ana's cheek and left the house, followed by Taylor. Ana placed a hand to her stomach.

"You know, daddy will never stop working if it means we'll be secure," she said to blip number six. After a while, she stood up and went to her office. The kids had gone to entertain themselves for the day. Phoebe had gone out shopping with Ava and Kate, for what Ana didn't know. Something to do with outfits for the show apparently. The boys had all agreed to play soccer in the back garden. So Ana had a few hours to herself. What to do? She wondered.

Phoebe, Ava and Kate wandered through town looking for the perfect dresses to wear for Christian and Ana's anniversary ball. Also, to find some cute outfits for the girls to wear for the show. They had found the dresses for the show and only had their ball gowns to find. Ava had a short blue dress that stopped mid-thigh with elbow sleeves. It had a curved neckline that was quite low, but not completely revealing. Phoebe, however, had a knee length grey dress with purple flowers around the bottom. It had short sleeves and a curved neckline that was higher than Ava's, knowing Christian would be more comfortable if it showed less flesh.

"So girls," Kate said, "where would you like to look for the ball gowns?" they thought for a minute.

"That new one that just opened down the road. But I can't remember the name of it," Ava said. Kate looked confused and asked which one. "You know, mum. That one that's just opened up next to Starbucks?" Kate agreed, remembering which one her daughter was talking about.

"Ok, then maybe we can go and get a Starbucks after?" she asked and the girls happily agreed. They walked for five minutes before they found the shop Ava was talking about. "Right then, girls. You know how this works. Go find the perfect dress," Kate said after talking to the sales assistant, who was more than ready to help once she'd found out their last name. Phoebe found a cream coloured strapless gown that curved similarly to her grey dress. The bust has radiant jewels encrusted in it and the skirt floats out, designed to sweep along the floor. Ava selected a more brave dress, dark red with a slim skirt and a slit up the leg that stopped mid-thigh. The low heart-shaped bust had larger jewels sewn into it completely showing a contrast to Phoebes dress. Phoebe was surprised Kate had let Ava have it, her parents would have a heart attack if she wore something like that. And her Uncle Elliot wouldn't approve she was sure.

Two hours later, the three ladies were sitting in Starbucks, Kate had a coffee and the girls had a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows each. They were laughing and having a catch-up about school and stuff, when Phoebe noticed someone in the corner of her eye, making his way over to their table. He looked at her and looked as surprised as she was. She smiled and he smiled shyly back.

"Kenny?" he nodded. "What're you doing here?"

"Working," he said simply.

"Here?" he nodded. She suddenly felt bad for him. Almost like she was intimidating him. Unfortunately Ava didn't feel the same.

"So you're so poor you clean tables at Starbucks?" she said, but mainly because her cousin started ignoring her to talk to Kenny. Kate scolded her and apologised to him. He just nodded and walked away to clean some other table. His face bright red.

"Ava, you didn't have to say that to him, you know. Not everyone is as well-off as us," Phoebe snapped when Kate went to the toilet.

"For God's sake, Phoebe, he's nothing special. Why are you treating him as if he is? I was only joking."

"I don't care. He's my friend and while you may not like him very much, I do. And I'm sick of hearing you put him down. You've been making snobby comments around him since he started on Wednesday."

"Phoebe, face it. He's not like us, he'll never really fit in. Besides you and your dad have that agreement, and I know you honour your agreements with your dad, so he won't have to put up with me for long. What is it about him that you like so much, anymore? His accent?" Ava asked teasing her best friend, not realising how serious Phoebe took her until she saw her blushing. "Oh my God. You like him don't you?" Phoebe looked shocked, looking around the shop to make sure Kenny wasn't nearby.

"That's ridiculous, Ava. Why would you think that?"

"Because you're getting all defensive, right now. And you're blushing. You're also looking around to make sure he can't hear us. Phoebe you have a boyfriend, who adores you. You've known Nicky for years, but only known Kenny for three days. You've spent years trying to make Nicky see that he likes you, you even lost a lot of weight for it, and now you're crushing on the new guy?"

"I'm not crushing on him, Ava. I like him as a friend because that is what he is. He's a good listener and right now, he knows more about me than Nicky does!"

"How?" the confusion and interrogation in Ava's eyes were impossible to miss. She looked just like her mother, which was very creepy. Ava was definitely a Kavanagh in that sense.

"The other day, when you left rehearsals early, I waited outside for dad with Kenny. We were talking about our lives, basic stuff you know, and I ended up telling him about my manic life, that dad has created for me. I didn't even realise what I was telling him until it came out." In the corner of her eye, Phoebe saw Kate coming out of the toilets and knew that this conversation was about twenty-seven seconds away from ending.

"So, he pretty much knows everything?"

"He knows about mum, dad, my brothers, security. How I'm never alone even when I am. Pretty much everything yeah."

"Does he know about twelve years ago?" Phoebe shook her head.

"No-one knows about twelve years ago, except the family and the doctors. And my first grade teacher," Phoebe whispered.

"This conversation isn't over," Ava snapped as Kate stood next to them.

"Right, are you two ready to go?" she asked. They nodded and they all left the coffee shop. The girls went home to get their clothes and props for the show. Tonight is going to be a great night. Phoebe thought happily.

It's a shame she wouldn't be this happy at the end of the night.

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