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- Cupcake -

Chapter 6: The Storm

Phoebe sat on the sofa with her back to Christian. She had gone with Ana in one SUV while Christian and Grace went in the other. Grace decided maybe it was best for them to discuss their issues at home, away from other nosey teenagers and rumour spreaders. Christian tried to apologize for missing the show but Phoebe wasn't listening. She was sick and tired of always trying to please him, she even got picked on for not wearing make-up at school, and always trying to make him proud.

Maybe I should be more of a rebel. They pay more attention that way. She thought, remembering the time Ana and Christian were spending a lot more time with Nick when he was constantly breaking the rules because he wanted the latest games console. It was only so they could be sure he couldn't keep acting up. Funny thing was, Nick was only acting up for attention and eventually he got it. However, at this precise moment she didn't want her dad's attention, she didn't want to talk to him or even look at him.

"Now," Grace said once everyone was sitting down and the boys were out of earshot. "Who is going to tell me what all the shouting was about?" Phoebe folded her arms turning even further away from Christian. "Christian, what happened?"

"I found Phoebe and that boy talking and getting quite cosy together. I asked why they left us all worrying about them and she started getting sarcastic and rude. I have never had any of my children treat me so disrespectfully." He replied.

"No, you came over and started getting sarcastic with me! I had a headache so Kenny took me outside to get some air. We got talking and forgot where we were and that we supposed to be helping pack up. You didn't need to talk to me like that!" Phoebe nearly screamed standing and turning to her father.

"We were worried about where you were! And then you practically told me to go away. You do not speak to me in that manner!" he screamed back.

"Enough!" Grace shouted. "We are supposed to be discussing this calmly."

"You know, if you turned up on time, father, we wouldn't be here now!" Phoebe said storming up the stairs, passing Teddy who was wondering what all the shouting was about. She slammed the door shut and Christian sat down in defeat.

"Well, that didn't go how I was expecting it to," Grace said. Christian just sat there, head in his hands with his elbows resting on his knees. He sighed. Teenage daughters are hard work, even one that was usually very well behaved. "Christian where were you?"

He shook his head and went up to his room, leaving Ana and Grace on their own in the lounge. They both sighed and Grace decided it would be better if she left and returned in the morning before they all go out to see if they're both ok. Ana agreed, she had a relationship to try and fix now and if she knew Christian, which she did very well, he was going to need her body to release some of his stress and, possibly, guilt. Although she wouldn't tell Grace that she was about to go and let her husband fuck her, hard. That would just be awkward. When Grace left, Ana followed Christian upstairs to find him pacing around their room. He looked up at her as she sat on the bed and stared at him. He went to apologize but she stopped him.

"Don't give me that crap," she said. He walked over and fell face first on their bed, next to his wife.

"She's angry at me," he said simply.

"Well, what do expect? Hugs and kisses?" Ana snapped at him. "I'm really fucking mad at you right now and it wasn't my evening you missed! Where were you?" he sighed and thought it was time to tell her. He couldn't avoid it forever.

"I'm sorry, Ana. My business meeting ran over. I tried to get out of there but I couldn't. You know what Reynolds is like. Then Mac called. There was an issue on The Grace I had to sort out and the traffic was bad on the way back. I wish I hadn't gone to check it out, but I did. How was it anyway?"

"It was incredible. You missed a wonderful night. The whole family was there, Elliot made it for Ava. Grace and Carrick were there, hell, even Mia got out of bed to be there for the girls, and you now how ill she's been lately. But where were you? Out sorting fucking business again! You should have seen her face when he saw your empty seat. I felt my heart was being ripped out at the disappointment!" she said, raising her voice slightly, but not enough to distract the children upstairs. Christian sighed for the umpteenth time. He never wanted to upset his girls, the intention was to be back before she was due to perform. He hated himself at that moment for missing his baby's night. Ana was right about everything she had said to him that night. Where was he? As fucking usual putting business first. He looked up to his wife and saw her walk towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked, frightened she was leaving him.

"Upstairs. It may have escaped your notice, Christian, but I have a distraught 17 year old up there who is pissed off at you!"

"Surely I should go up there and face the music of my mistake? I'm calmer now so I can let her shout at me all she wants."

"And risk you getting angry again? No. I think you'd end up spanking her. Maybe it's best you keep out of her way tonight. Just while she's in this mood. But you'll have to find a way to deal with it tomorrow because we are not cancelling our trip." She said more gently and went upstairs to see her hurt teenage daughter.

... ... ...

Phoebe was lying on her bed, crying softly into her pillow, when Ana gently knocked on the door. She sat up wiped her tears and said, "Dad if that's you go away!" and lay back down again. Ana opened the door and sat down next to her running her fingers through her copper hair.

"Good thing I'm not your dad then isn't it?" she whispered. Phoebe looked up to her mother tear in her eyes. "Phoebe, I know your dads hard work, but shouting at him and getting sarcastic is not going to solve anything. If anything it's adding fuel to the fire as he tends to shout back." Ana said.

"So he sends you up here to fight his battle?" Phoebe spat.

"No, he didn't. He actually wanted to come up here himself but I told him to stay away until you are both calm. Shouting and stomping and slamming doors never solved anything. Believe me, I've tried." Phoebe giggled a little. "Your father is a difficult man, Bee. He deeply regrets missing your show, as he should, and I think you will need to talk to him about him. Because shouting then ignoring him is just going to upset both of you. And hiding away won't help."

"I'm not hiding. I left the room before I said something I knew I would regret or ended up trying to use him as a punch bag. I know I've done workouts and stuff but he's still stronger than I am. And I don't want a repeat of when I was eight years old." Ana laughed, softly. Phoebe didn't like rules when she was younger and when she started climbing trees in the garden, she nearly fell out. Christian climbed a ladder to try and get her down before she fell and she hit him trying to get away, not very hard but enough to get a spanking from him.

"It made you stop climbing that tree though."

"But, if he did that now it wouldn't stop me being mad at him. In fact it would make even more so. Why are you taking his side?"

"I'm not. I'm severely pissed off at him for what he done tonight. When he finally managed to leave work he had to go to sort something out on the yacht for tomorrow. He only realised after that it wasn't even that important, apparently, and he should have gone straight to the school. But control freak Christian Grey has to finalize every detail before taking any risks." Ana replied and Phoebe suddenly remembered their trip tomorrow.

"Crap, we're going sailing tomorrow aren't we?" Ana nodded. "Do I have to go? I don't think I can be stuck on a boat with no way to escape with dad there too." Ana shook her head.

"Of course you have to go. It's a family outing for Nick's birthday. Your grandparents are going, Mia said she'd tag along. It's just a shame that Kate and Ava aren't coming."

"What? Why aren't they coming? They were coming this morning."

"Remem in the car I had a phone call?" Ana asked and Phoebe nodded. "It was Kate. She called me to tell me she and Ava aren't coming. They've had a fallout with Elliot about the dress Ava was wearing tonight and now Ava's grounded. That means not being allowed to go tomorrow so Kate has to stay with her."

"That's so unfair. The dress wasn't even that bad." Phoebe moaned.

"I know it is baby. And it only just covered her backside, and it was cut quite low. While Elliot may like Aunt Kate wearing something like that, his baby girl is supposed to be covered head-to-toe. Your father would have had a heart attack if he's seen you wear something like that. Dads are like that."

"Dads are hypocrites." Phoebe said.

"How so?"

"Well, dad gives Ted advice on how to 'get a girl' and stuff like that. But with me it's all, 'I'm going to lock you in a tower until your thirty and only release you to the prince I approve of' knowing that whatever girl he's got Teddy trying to ask out has a dad thinking the exact same thing about her. It's one rule for us and another rule for boys." Ana laughed.

"Yeah, dads are like that, baby. It's because you're his sweet innocent little girl. All dads hate the thought of something bad happening to their daughters. Why do you think they only time he has ever cried on his mums shoulder is when you've been in hospital?"

"I don't know. But if he feels like that, then why did he have to hurt me tonight by not turning up?" Ana had to admit, Phoebe had a point. She was so much like Christian it was amazing if anyone saw anything in her that she got from Ana.

"Your father loves you dearly, Cupcake. He didn't intentionally do it, he was just too stupid to notice that he had until it was too late. Just don't be too hard on him, ok? He regrets it and I will make sure he makes it up to you. You should get some sleep, we're leaving at seven tomorrow morning so you need to be up at six." Ana said, kissing Phoebe's forehead before turning to leave. She was stopped in the doorway by Phoebe's voice.

"Mum. He broke a promise. Don't expect me to forgive just like that." Ana walked out of the room as Phoebe settled into bed and drifted off to sleep, although her dreams were haunted by her father. And the fear he didn't love her, purposely missing her shoe.

... ... ...

When Ana arrived back to herown room, Christian was on the phone. Funny. I thought it was dead. Ana thought. He looked at her and smiled. "Thanks Mac. Great work... Yeah we'll see you tomorrow... ok." He said and hung up. Ana stood where she was in the doorway looking at him, waiting for an explanation. "That was Mac. The problem on The Grace isn't a problem anymore. How's Phoebe?"

"She's fine. What was the problem?" she asked. There was no way she would let it go so he told her about the safety rails being removed and how Mac had managed to get someone to repair them within three hours. Although she was still pissed off, Ana knew that Christian would have had to go and get it sorted. Maybe she can forgive a little bit. But not much. "Good thing you did go. Otherwise we probably wouldn't have gone out tomorrow, but that doesn't mean you're off the hook."

"I know. Why is it that I can control a business, all my deals, the kids school, over forty thousand people- to a certain extent- but I can't even control our one teenage daughter?"

"Because you've never had to control a teenage girl before. Or at least I hope you haven't."

"Ana, if you're referring to before we met then stop it. I have never had that with a teenager. I only had adult submissives."

"Then, you haven't had to deal with a teenager before. And calm down, she angry at you. It's not like she's off on a rebellious journey to defy you at every turn from now on, putting on lots of make-up, getting piercings, tattoos, escaping security and having sex. She'll get over it. She always does,"

"But she shouldn't have to. I shouldn't keep doing this. And, I should hope that our seventeen year old daughter is not having sex. I'd chop the penis off any boy who dares to put it to close to her."

"Christian, she's growing up. You can't be like that forever and besides, I don't think she's brave enough to defy you to such an extreme. It may be hard to believe right now but she respects you too much. And you have to trust her not to make her own decisions. Why do you think she's so hurt you missed tonight?" Christian still looked tense. Ana sighed. "Let's not talk about Phoebe anymore. I think you need some stress relief, Mr Grey." He looked at her and grinned, his eyes asking the unspoken question. She smiled and nodded and he picked her up, throwing her on the bed before climbing on top of her. He made quick work of removing her clothes and before she knew it, she felt him inside her. She didn't know how long he pounded before she found her release. He fucked her hard, made her orgasm multiple times before they were both exhausted. After covering themselves with the duvet, the both fell asleep.

... ... ...

"Mr Grey, we need to take her to surgery to get her appendix removed. And then we can focus on the measles." The doctor was saying. Christian didn't know what to say, in fact, he barely heard what they were saying, but nodded anyway. A minute later, he saw the doctors running out of the room pushing his baby girl in bed along with them. Grace stayed with him and held him close. He wrapped his arms around her and placed his head on her shoulder crying. She tried to soothe him but he just sat where he was, feeling like a little child needing to be held by his mummy.

"Christian, she will be fine. They got her heart going again and they're on their way to take some of the pain away. Phoebe's a fighter, she's not ready to go. She told me just last week how she looks forward to being a cheeky little devil when she's older." Grace joked. He didn't respond in any way. Grace sighed and rubbed his back. When she looked up she could see Taylor sitting in a chair opposite, crying a little as well. He loved Phoebe as much as her parents did. He'd watched her grow up the five short years she's been on this earth. She reminded him of his daughter, Sophie. He didn't know what to do. "Christian, come on son. Let's stand up and go and get a coffee, there's nothing you can do right now." She said looking at Taylor for help getting Christian off the floor outside his daughter's hospital room. They led him down to the cafeteria and she ordered them a coffee each, even Taylor who was welcome to join them.

"Mum, what if she..." Christian couldn't finish his sentence. He feared the worst for his daughter.

"Christian I know you're scared. But you need to stay strong, for Ana, Teddy and Nick. And especially Phoebe. I'm going to do everything I can to make her better. She's with one of the best doctors in the hospital right now." They sat in silence until Christian's phone started ringing. He looked at the screen and passed it to Grace. She looked at the screen: Ana. She answered. "Hi, Ana."

"Grace? Where's Christian?" she asked.

"He's sitting in front of me, but he's too upset to talk right now."

"WHY? What's happened?" she screamed.

"Ana, calm down. Phoebe's had to go and get her appendix removed as they were causing trouble, which is dangerous with this illness she has. But the best doctors are with her. Christians just in a state of shock at the moment."

"Can you ask to talk to me?" Grace handed the phone to Christian and, reluctantly, he took it.

"Ana?" he asked.

"Christian, what's happened? Grace sounded worried. Are you ok?"

"Oh Ana. I'm terrified." He said nearly breaking down again.

"Ok, Christian I'm on my way." She said.

"No Ana! You can't come here-"

"Christian, you need me. And I want to be there for Phoebe."

"Ana you are seven months pregnant. You are not to come to this hospital while our daughter has a contagious illness. What if you get ill?" he didn't hear her response as Grace took the phone off him.

"Ana, he's right. Don't come, even if you did you won't be allowed near her. I know it sounds harsh but you have the baby to think about. Don't take any unnecessary risks. I'm here and so is Christian we'll look after her." Ana sighed over the phone she wasn't going to win this argument so she agreed.

Eventually the doctor paged Grace and went back up to Phoebe. She was lying in bed, still asleep with all sorts of equipment around and she had a needle on the back of her hand covered by some sort of tape. The heart monitor showed that her heart was beating slow but steady. The doctor told them that the operation was successful but they were still concerned about the measles. He left them with her and Christian took a seat next to her, holding onto her hand. He put his head on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning he woke up to a small hand stroking his hair. When he sat up he saw Phoebe was awake and weakly smiling at him. "Hi daddy," she said quietly.

"Hi, Cupcake. How are you feeling," he asked as she wiped her still runny nose with the back of her hand.

"Still feeling warm and itchy. And my throat hurts." She replied.

"That's probably from all your coughing baby." He said. "Don't worry though, it will feel better soon. Are you thirsty?" she nodded her head. Despite being covered in spots she still looked her usual cute self. He gave her a glass of water after Grace gave her consent. Christian was happier; at least he could control giving her a drink.

"Where's mummy?" the small voice asked.

"Mummy's staying at grandmas for a while until your better. She can't come and see you, though, as we don't want her to get ill, do we?" he said. She just nodded and went to sleep again. He was tearing up again...

... ... ...

Christian woke with a start. He didn't know why his dreams were being haunted by this memory but he didn't like it. He slowly got out of bed, put on some pyjama bottoms and went to get a glass of water. However, as he was walking towards the kitchen he heard the quiet notes being played on the piano. He recognized the tune but couldn't remember what it was called. Silently, he walked towards the door at the great room and saw Phoebe sitting there, quietly playing. Taking a deep breath he walked in and walked towards her. She didn't acknowledge him and just continued to play. When she finished, she didn't play another song, but only looked up at him as he stood next to her.

"That was beautiful," he said. "What's it called?"

"It's the tune to 'My Heart Will Go On' by Celine Dion. I've been trying to get the hang of it for a while now."

"Well, I thought that sounded fine," he said.

"You don't even know if it was played properly." She snapped quietly. "What are you doing up anyway?"

"I needed a glass of water when I heard you playing. What are you doing up?" he replied, trying to keep calm.

"Woke up couldn't get to sleep. I thought I'd have a little play as everyone in this house are heavy sleepers." He chuckled a little and sat down next to her. She didn't object, though she did move away slightly. She was still mad at him.

"Phoebe, I really am sorry for missing your show. You have no idea how much I regret it."

"I have an idea. But, it doesn't change anything. I'm still incredibly mad at you. Mum might not be able to hold a grudge but I certainly can." She snapped. He was trying really hard to hide his irritation at his tone. He had promised Ana a few years ago that he wouldn't spank his children when they got to a certain age but Phoebe was really trying his patience.

"Phoebe, your mother is really pissed at me. She told me a few things that made me realise I don't always make enough time for you and the boys."

"Dad, I don't care anymore. It's all done now, forget it."

"Am I forgiven?" he asked hopeful to her last sentence. She laughed.

"You really think it's going to be that easy? No I'm saying forget it because that's nothing compared to what you're going to feel over the next few weeks." She smirked. He frowned.

"Don't even think about acting up, Phoebe. That will make me missing your show seem very minor compared to what your punishment would be. I haven't spanked you in years, don't make me do it again." He sounded very strict and frightening, if Phoebe wasn't mad.

"Oh, I see. You're allowed to fuck us about, but we're not allowed to repay the favour. Don't you think that's a little unfair?"

"Mind your language, young lady. You know I don't like attitude." he was raising his voice in warning.

"And I don't like people breaking their promises. Seems like we both shit out tonight dad," she said running up the stairs. He shouted after her, realising his mistake when Ana came downstairs.

"What are you shouting about?" she snapped. Christian explained the conversation he'd just had with their daughter and she sighed. "So you thought you'd go for round two of the shouting? Even though I told you to stay away from her tonight?" she questioned.

"Who are you, Ana? My mother?" he snapped.

"Sometimes it feels like it. You're acting like a teenager right now Christian. She's stubborn, like you, so you have to pick your fights with her. Don't just go in, acting like the boss because it's not going to solve anything!"

"But that's the only way I know how to function, Ana. God help me if we have another daughter." He said taking her into his arms and placing his hand to her stomach.

"If this one is a girl, then you will more of an idea on how to deal with her. Although, you have done a good job with Phoebe. It's just one slip up Christian. You won't make the same mistake." He sighed. "What are doing up anyway? You haven't done that in a while."

"I had a nightmare. About Phoebe in the hospital." He said, voice cracking slightly. "Why couldn't she stay my little girl forever? Why does she have to grow up?" he asked. Ana wrapped her arms around him and looked into his beautiful grey eyes.

"Because it's the way of life Christian. They're all growing up. It feels like yesterday that Teddy was sitting on your knee while you talked about planes and helicopters. But now we have five children. Phoebe is going to be alright, ok?" she said.

"How do I make this right?" he sobbed.

"You need to give her time. I've been telling you this all evening. Talk to your mum tomorrow when we're out; see if she has any tips on how to get through to a teenage girl. Because I honestly don't know what to suggest, anymore."

"I'm going to go and check on her. Make sure she's still here." He said unwrapping his arms from her and leaving the room before Ana could protest. Quietly, he made his way up to Phoebe's bedroom and poked his head through the door. She lay on her back in her light, grey nightgown with her duvet only covering her waist-down. Her copper hair was fanned out around her head on her pillow and her left arm was bent so her hand was resting next to her cheek while her right was on top of her stomach. She was breathing very lightly, Christian often wondered if she was breathing at all. She looked so peaceful, ignoring the shiny trail from her tears on her cheek. He sat down in his chair near the bed and just watched her for a while. She couldn't have been asleep long so he figured she wouldn't be waking up until morning.

After a while, he drifted off to sleep, not realising that Phoebe wasn't asleep that much. Her eyes were half-open and she decided to watch him. She smiled lightly but knew it was going to take more than that to make up for what he'd done. Sighing she turned away from him and pulled her duvet up higher. If he was still there when she woke up in the morning then it would start a whole new argument. She was unsure about people watching her sleep and while she was angry, it was a bad combination. Closing her eyes once more, the only Grey daughter fell asleep.

Ok, it's a boring chapter. The shortest I've done so far. Next chapter is Nick's birthday and a day of sailing for the family. This chapter was mainly to show Phoebe's anger and how there is going to be some arguing. She's going to be rebellious in the next chapter and really try Christians patience.

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