A/N: first off thank you for your massive show of support it meant a lot to me. I do recognise that everyone has their opinions and so let's just move on.

Regards, Maria Amore.

The Birds and the Bees.

Christian POV:

Once in the living room, I can't think straight. I don't even know how to approach this. Should I sit in front of Phoebe, or with her next to me, or should I sit her on my lap? How the fuck am I going to tell my daughter about the birds and the bees if I can't even work out how to sit. Fuck! Get it together Grey!

"Phoebe take a seat" I instruct her, and she sits down on the couch as I pull up the ottoman so I can face her. Yes, this is the best way to approach this. I suddenly get a boost of confidence. I can do this. I will just be straight with her, within the confines of her age, of course. Phoebe has given me her full attention. Her eyes are glowing, and she is the epitome of the best of Ana and I. Shit, I never even though about how I would answer this type of question.

"So you want to know how babies get into their mommies tummies, right." I ask to seek clarification.

"Yes. I don't know how they get inside." Phoebe looks at her own stomach and then frowns. "Is there a baby in my tummy too?"

"No princess there isn't." I tell her and laugh at her innocent question. Her innocence is so special that I don't want her to lose it. I need to be careful. I need help, and to get my head in order. Ana! I need to ring Ana and find out what ever she told Ted.

"Phoebe my phone is ringing, and I need to answer it." I lie, needed a diversion. Some time and I know that she won't give up until she is satisfied with my answer.

"I can't hear it" She says

"Well it is. Stay here and I will be back. Do you want to watch some TV? There is a Disney movie on" I offer. I switch it on and find a children's channel

"Sure, but Mommy only lets me watch movies on when it's a special treat" She reminds me.

"Yes, well this is a treat," I tell.

"But I got punished today. You never give me treats when I have been naughty." She states confused. Shit there goes all those years of out parenting methodology and practice.

"Yes, well... We can make a significant allowance" I run my hands through not sure what to say.

"I'm thirsty" Phoebe tells me

"Thirsty?" You need to drink all your water during lunch" I open the bar fridge, and I can't even think straight. I grab the first drink I see...

"Phoebe, here is a drink, and if you want you can grab something from the mini fridge to eat. Watch this movie and I will be back" My daughter looks up at me shocked but with a smile on her face. I don't worry too much about her reaction as I need to get to Ana.

"But Daddy, this drink…." Phoebe stresses as I try to make an exit.

"Phoebe. Stop! I have given you clear instructions. I just have to answer my phone, and I will be back, Stay in here" I scold and walk out.

Talk about starting things on the wrong foot. For fucks sake, I, Christian Grey operate, own and developed a multi billionaire company. I have over to two hundred thousand employees. I have dealt with some of the most influential people in the world, and had them accept my conditions. Nonetheless, I can't even sit in front of my daughter and tell her about babies. Fuck! I walk into the kitchen, where Ted is still there eating lunch, and grab my cell phone.

"Dad you look anxious." Ted says now standing up.

"Of course I do. Your little sister wants to know about how babies get in their mothers stomach, which is going to lead to me having to explain sex and then how babies are born. She is five years old and doesn't need to know this yet" Oh shit, hearing this all out loud reaffirms that I can't do this. I call Ana's cell phone and pray she picks up quickly, but it rings out. I try another three times, but no success.

"Damn it, your mother isn't picking up her phone," I say angrily.

"Dad just go and talk to Phoebe. Keep it simple. She is five years old, but is pretty switched on" Ted advises.

"I just don't think I am the person to tell Phoebe about the birds and the bees?" I ask agitated. "I have told you about some of my sexual history remember?"

"Maybe leave out that old play room in your conversation." Ted says humored. I think my lips and narrow my eyes at my Ted. I am angry at him finding humour in this. Fuck, I can just imagine it 'well Phoebe, first daddy ties mommy up to the bed, and then fucks her, fills her us and bam. A baby in mommy tummy."

I decided to ring Sawyer, to find out where Ana is.

"Look dad I am sorry for that comment. Phoebe has just asked a standard question. Every kid asks about where babies comes from. Also you love Phoebe, with your whole heart, and protect her always. You are the perfect person to talk to Phoebe. You are her father." Ted compliments me. Before I can thank him, Sawyer answers the phone. Finally, now I can get to talk to Ana.

Sawyer: Mr Grey

Christian: Sawyer I need to talk to Ana. She isn't answering her phone.

Sawyer: She is currently in a change room, with Ros, Gwen and Lily. I am unable to interrupt her.

Christian: why not?

I am agitated at Sawyers reluctance.

Sawyer: Mrs Grey is trying on lingerie.

Christian: Oh.

The thought of Ana trying on new Lingerie gets my attention.

Sawyer: Do you want me to approach the change rooms?

Christian No, just tell her to ring me, immediately, when she is done.

Shit, what do I do now?

Sawyer: absolutely, Mr Grey. I can confirm though, Mrs Grey, is intending on returning to the suite after she is finished. Is there anything else?

Christian: No

I disconnect and start to think. I need advice.

"Ted, what did your mom tell you when you asked her about where babies comes from?" I ask, hoping for some enlightenment.

"Mom, never told you that story?" Ted looks surprised at first but then embarrassed.

"No. We were living on different sides of the country. We only ever spoke by email, and they never contained information on conversations that you both had. What did your mother tell you?" I am trying not to be agitated but am finding it very hard.

"The thing is I never asked Mom." I cock my head to the side at my son's confession. I feel a sharp stab of pain and jealousy imaging Jose informing him of the birds and bees, when it should have been me. I know he was rather close to them while Ted was growing up in New York.

"Who did you ask then?" I question cautiously.

"Google" Ted's face instantly becomes red, out of embarrassment and maybe some humour. My jaw drops immediately horrified. That is certainly not the answer I expected.

"What? How old were you?" I ask appalled. I hate to think what he would have seen online.

"I was seven. I didn't want to ask mom as I thought it was a boy issue. I didn't feel like I could call and ask you, so I did the alternative. I googled" Ted further enlightens me.

"Google?" I shake my head.

"Bet you wish you didn't send me that iMac for my seventh birthday now" Ted laughs a little.

"Ted, I am horrified. You were seven, and the webpages pages and images would have been too much for a young child" I am feeling sick at the thought.

"It was quite an education. Mom walked in on me, but by then I had pretty much got the idea. She was so mad with me at googling it and then with you for not having parental controls on my new iMac. Mom confiscated my computer and wouldn't let me use it unless I was around her." Ted informs me.

Hang on... "I did put parental controls on it. I always double checked the security on any laptop, iMac or iPad I sent you." I point out.

"So I learnt my way around computers before I understood the nature of sex" Ted shrugs.

"I had a password on the security protocols. The protocols were set up by Barney and Sawyer. Not even the CIA would have been able to get around it" I point out.

"Yes dad, but your password wasn't the cleverest, well it was considering no one knew I was your son then. However, I thought is it was a nice touch that the password was my birthdate." Ted gives me a small smile. I shake my head at the though.

"And there I was thinking I was so clever." I shake my head. "Do me a favour, go and watch your sister for me. She is watching a Disney movie, and I need to ring Seattle" I request.

"But dad it's almost one in the afternoon here in Paris, meaning that it's like four in the morning there. Who do you intend to call?" Ted is looking at me as if I have lost my mind.

"Your grandmother" I tell him walking away. My mother is one person I know that will be able to help me.

I ring my parents' home number, knowing this will be the best number to call and pray my mother picks up. On the tenth ring, when I am about to disconnect and try again finally someone picks up.

Elliot: Hello

Elliot? What on earth. I check the number and make sure I did actually ring my parents, as opposed to my brother

Elliot: Hey buddy, you can't ring people at 4am and then not talk. Talk before I get really pissed.

Christian: Elliot, it is Christian

Elliot: Christian? What the fuck? It is four in the morning here. Don't you remember there is a time difference between Paris and Seattle? You aced geography and maths in school, surely you still read the time on your watch. This better be an emergency. Oh shit that it isn't it, is everyone okay?

Christian: No Elliot everyone is fine.

Elliot: then why the F are you ringing when it is 4am here. Couldn't you wait a few hours?

Elliot's tone changes from concern to annoyance.

Christian: Is mom home?

Elliot: of course she is its 4am.

Christian: Good I need to talk to her, wake her up and put her on the phone. I am having a little bit of a dilemma with Phoebe.

Elliott: Dilemma? What is wrong?

Christian: Phoebe just asked me how babies get into a mothers stomach. Ana is out and not due back at the hotel for a few hours. What the fuck do I tell her? She is five years old. How do I tell my little girl about that shit?

Elliot commences to laugh out loud. I bet he is gloating this very second.

Elliot: well little brother your time has finally come. Welcome to the joys of parenting a young child, and a daughter too. Actually you need to wait, don't tell Phoebe anything! I will do anything, just wait several hours.

Christian: Why?

Elliot: Because I can get on a plane right now and fly over. I would give up one of balls to witness this. You protect Phoebe like she is made out of glass, and considering your sexual history, you are going to squirm. This may be one thing you can't do properly.

Christina: Shut up Elliot. Actually, I can't believe I am asking you this, but what did you tell Ava?

Elliott: I didn't tell her anything. Kate and I decided long ago that if we had a girl, she would tell Ava all about the birds and the bees, and if we had any sons, that job would fall to me. We never had a son.

The Lucky Bastard.

Christian: so you're essentially telling me you're no help right now

I am utterly agitated right now.

Elliott: I will go and wake up Mom for you. You need her more than ever. Just hold on for a few minutes.

I start to relax a little, knowing that at finally get to talk to my mother. Surely as a paediatrician, she will know how to tackle this question. It is now that I finally start to wonder why Elliot is at our parents' house.

Christian: Elliot what are you doing at our parents' house at four in the morning?

Elliott: Christian that is a long story. I will enlighten you about that when you get home.

Elliot may be the elder brother, but I still feel protective of him, and his elusive answer concerns me.

Christian: Everything okay with Kate?

Elliott: Yes everything is well with Kate. It is more of a case of Ava that may not be so lovely but as I said that will be a story for when you return to Seattle. I am at our parent's door, wait while I wake them up.

Ava? I hold the phone and wait. I can hear Elliot calling out several times and finally the door opens. I can't make out what Elliot is saying, but I know he is informing our mother that it is me on the phone.

Grace: Christian what is wrong? Has something happened to Phoebe or Ana? Or is it ted or Lily? Tell me.

Oh gosh, the tone in her voice is unsettling.

Christian: Mom everyone is fine, nothing has happened. I just really need some advice.

Grace: Oh ok. Go on.

There is a real shock in her voice. I don't even remember the last time I asked for advice.

Christian: Mom, Phoebe wants to know about sex

Grace: what? Sex? She is five.

Christian: I know. Phoebe wants to know babies get inside their mothers stomachs, and Ana isn't here, so it's up to me to tell her.

Grace: okay what caused her to ask that?

I can't tell my mother the truth. That privilege should be reserved for Ted and Lily.

Christian: I am not entirely sure.

Grace: well what is the problem? I am pretty sure you know the answer to that question.

Christian: mom I can't….

Grace: yes you can. Look the best advice I can give you is find out exactly what phoebe wants to know and answer that question. Kids ask all sorts of questions, but Phoebe may only be asking a very specific question.

Christian: Which in my daughter's case is fundamentally a question about sex. Phoebe doesn't even know about sex. I am going to tell her that the stork puts the baby in the mother's stomach.

Grace: Christian No! That is a ridiculous answer. Look you have been a fantastic father to Phoebe, and I expect you to continue living up to the standard, so go and be honest with your little girl and answer her question. You probably don't need to go into much information at. In fact don't, she is still very young. Keep it simple, and don't lie

Christian: I understand, sorry that I woke you up early mom.

Grace: it's my job as your mother. What time will you be home?

Christian: late. I will call you tomorrow when we are home.

Grace: I will look forward to it. Bye son.

Christian: bye mom.

Finally, after thirty minutes I head back to the living room to find Ted and Phoebe cuddled up on the couch, watching the Disney movie. However, I frown at the can of diet coke and chocolate wrappers, in front of Phoebe, on the coffee table. Shit that is my fault.

Ted's POV:

I watch as my father hurries off to ring my grandmother. I have never seen him like this, but he has never had to deal with this situation with a five year old girl. I sigh and chuckle a little, then go off into the living room as per his request.

I walk into the spacious room to find Phoebe, drinking a diet coke and with some chocolate bar wrappers around her, watching a Disney princess movie. She is literally bouncing off the walls with the amount of sugar she must have just consumed.

"Fifi, what are you doing?" I scold her.

"Watching a movie. Daddy said I was allowed to." She explains

"I am not talking about that, I am talking about you drinking coke and eating all this chocolate. Mom and dad and are going to be upset with you." I warn her.

"But daddy gave me the coke, when I said I was thirsty, and told me I could eat something from the bar." She says honestly and stands up. "Teddy, I tried to tell daddy that he gave me coke, but he just told me to stop. He said I needed to listen to his instruction and to stay here." Damn, dad must be worse off than I thoughts.

"Okay, I believe you. So, can I have some chocolate and watch the movie with you then?" I request.

"Yes, please," Phoebe says excited. She passes me the chocolate buds she has been eating and sits next to me. I wrap my arm around her, and she leans up against me as we watch the little mermaid movie.

"Teddy?" Phoebe says my name to get my attention.

"Yes Fifi?"

"Are you and Lily going to have a baby boy or baby girl?" Phoebe asks. I suspect this is a question we are going to be asked a lot. I wonder if Lily wants to find out the gender.

"We don't know. It is way it's way too early to find out because the baby is very small. We have to wait a while before the doctor can tell us" I explain.

"Do you want the baby to be a boy or a girl?" Phoebe's question actually makes me think. I haven't even considered it yet. Lily and I have only just got adjusted to the idea that were having a baby and going to be parents.

"I don't know Phoebe. I'd like the baby to be healthy and happy," I tell her seriously then get playful. "And of course as good looking as you and me" I tell her tickling her and making her laugh.

"Don't forget about Lily. She is pretty too" Phoebe says smiling.

"Yes she is pretty" I lie. Lily isn't pretty, she is gorgeous.

"Fifi, do you know that when the baby is born, you get to be an Aunty" I inform her.

"I can't be. I don't think Mommy and Daddy are going to let me." I realise now that she hasn't fully comprehend what makes someone an auntie or an uncle.

"Yes you can. You are my sister, so that means you will be an Aunty to any children I have"

"But I can't be an auntie like Aunt Kate. I won't be able to baby sit. Aunt Kate babysits me when mommy and daddy go out sometimes" she proclaims me. This gives me like the perfect chance to get Phoebe to be excited over the baby.

"Well that's true you are too young to babysit, but you help Lily and I with the baby. You can also teach the baby all sorts of thing." I make sure I am encouraging, and it seems to be working.

"Like what?"

"You can teach the baby to play silent light and twinkle, twinkle little star on the piano. You can also teach the baby how to ride a horse when it is older. Mom told me that you are an excellent rider now" I compliment her.

"I love riding horses. I am going to ask Santa for a horse this year" She says smiling.

"Your birthday is before Christmas though. You might be able to get a horse then" I tell her.

"No, I can't. Santa only comes during Christmas, and Daddy said I can't have a horse at home. He says I am only allowed to ride when I have my horse riding teacher nearby" Phoebe explains.

"That's sounds fair. Daddy just wants to keep you safe" I tell her.

"What do babies do when they are born?" Phoebe asks.

"Don't you know? Have you ever been around babies?" I inquire.

"Nope." She declares.

"They do not do too much at first, but as they get older they do. At first they tend to sleep, cry a lot, drink lots of milk and need their diaper changed. They do needs lots of cuddles, which you can help with." I tell her.

"Why do they cry a lot?"

"Because they can't talk. It is their way of telling us that they need something" I explain.

"Did I cry a lot as a baby?"

"I am not totally sure. I was away at college for a lot of the time when you were a baby. I do recall you never cried when somebody was cuddling you. Generally, I believe you were quite a good baby." I recall.

"Daddy said my behaviour lately hasn't been good," Pheobe says sighing.

"Well I'm afraid Fifi, I cannot argue with that assessment" I tell her honestly.

"Fifi you know that I love you. Even though Lily and I are going to have a baby, I will always love you" I proclaim.

"Okay. You promise?" Phoebe asks cautiously.

"Absolutely. You are my little sister, and I am your big brother. You are stuck with me" I tell her, making her smile widely.

We both sit quietly and watch the Disney movie, only to be interrupted later by our father.

Christians POV

"Daddy, you took a long time" Phoebe points out.

"I know princess. I am sorry, I had a very important phone call to take, but I am all yours now" I comfort her. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I pick her up and hug her.

"What movie are you watching?" I ask. I am hoping that whilst I have been frantically seeking advice over Phoebe's question, the movie has distracted my daughter is enough to get me out of this sticky situation.

"Just a Disney princess movie." Ted informs me rolling his eyes. I can't help but smirk.

"Better get used to Disney princesses, if you and Lily end up having a girl". Ted looks almost appalled at my comment.

"As long as the child is a New York Yankees fan, I will be good," Ted says recomposing himself.

"Daddy, can you tell me how babies get into their mommies tummies now?" Phoebe asks. Fuck! There, I was thinking I was home free, for a second. I try to recall all the advice that my mother has just been given to me. But it's useless, I am still none the wiser.

"I think I should go and make sure everything is packed. There won't be much time between Lily getting home and us leaving. I will see you both and mom before we fly out." My lips form a hard line as Ted makes a quick getaway. Damn, I was hoping for some support. It is just Phoebe and I again, and we resume our original position of her sitting on the couch and I on the ottoman. I run my hands through my hair and pull so tightly I swear I pull out some of my hair. Here, it goes…

"I am going to tell about where babies come from, I need you to listen carefully as it is a little hard to understand. Babies grow inside their mommy's tummy. Just like you did in your mommy's tummy. Remember those photos you have seen at home of mommy's tummy that got bigger and bigger."

"Yes…but I want to" Phoebe interrupts me, but I stop her. She can ask constant questions, and I don't want to get side tracked.

"To make a baby you need to have a boy and girl." Good start with the basics. "Now that boy and girl should always love each other because it is a lot of work to look after a child" Phoebe is looking at me confused already. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Daddy you are wrong. It doesn't have to be a boy and girl. Lily has got two mommies and no daddy" Phoebe evaluates. Great now not only am I explaining the birds and the bees but now I am explaining adoption.

"That is not entirely true. You know that when I was little, grandma and grandpa adopted me, they are my parents, but I came from another boy and girl. Lily was adopted too. She came from another boy and girl but is Gwen and Rosa's daughter".

"Why didn't Lily live with the other boy and girl? Did the girl die like your birth mom?" Phoebe overheard once that my birth mother had passed away when I was young, but she doesn't know the circumstances. She is way too young for that.

"I don't know, but that is not what we are talking about. So the boy and girl should love each other very, very much before they make a baby and put it in mommy's tummy. Now boys and girls are different. Do you know how they are different?" I inquire.

"Of course I do daddy." She says overly confident. My lips form a hard line, and I narrow my eyes. How does she know?

"Tell me then?" I probe.

"They are different because girls have long hair, and boy's hair is short" I smile at her sweet answer.

"Well that's one difference. Do you know any other differences?" Phoebe shrugs at my answer. I take a deep breath to keep me focused.

"Phoebe, you know how you have private parts on your body, well boys and girls are different there, and that is important to putting a baby in a mommy's tummy" I state simply.

"You mean a penis and a vagina" Phoebe announces as if I don't even understand what I am saying. I have never heard her use those words before, and it upset me actually. I don't want her to grow up too quickly.

"Yes. I do. Because they are different, it means that boys and girls, when they are old like mommy and daddy. Can make love which is a very special thing, which causes the baby to get inside the mother tummy. Then nine months later a baby is born, and if they are extremely lucky they can even get a little girl as pretty and wonderful as you" Phoebe giggles and actually looks satisfied. Damn I am even over the moon, I have had my first talk about sex with my daughter and kept it simple, due to her age.

"Phoebe do you understand all that?" I ask to seek a conclusion.

"I think so, but I still don't understand something?" She says.

"What is that?"

"You haven't told me if mom ate something to put me in her tummy? Did Lily eat the same thing? Is that what put the baby in the tummy" Phoebe asks,

"Ate something? Is that how you think a baby gets into their mommies tummies" I ask to seek clarification.

"Yes. You always tell me that I need to eat to fill up my tummy at dinner and since the baby is in Lily's tummy and I wanted to know what food makes babies."

"Is that what you want to know?" I ask.

"YES!" Phoebe stresses.

"There isn't a food, its takes a man and a woman to make a baby, like I explained." I tell her. My mother's advice comes back to me. 'Kids ask all sorts of questions, but Phoebe may only be asking a very specific question. You probably don't need to go into much information at all'

"Oh I am glad. I don't want a baby, and I was scared I would have to give up cake or something" Phoebe smiles overjoyed.

"You can eat cake" I reconfirm.

"Christian?" Ana's voice causes Phoebe to stop and run out to the door.

"Mommy, you are home. How was it? Did Lily get a dress? What does mine look like?" Phoebe throws a million questions at Ana.

"Yes Lily got a dress, and your dress is exceptionally pretty. They are going to make it and mail it home to Seattle." Ana answers Phoebe's questions, then focuses on me.

"Christian, what was wrong? I just got your message" Ana asks a little too late. I run my hands through my hair

"Phoebe wanted to know how babies got into their mothers tummies." Ana reaction is immediate as I nod to confirm. "Eventually it was determined that our daughter wanted to know if it was a food that made a person pregnant. That is after me squirming and trying to explain other matters"

"Oh," Ana says now a little humoured but stunned.

"It's okay mommy. Daddy explained it all to me." Phoebe says with a smile.

"I am glad. Now, you need to go and double check that you haven't left any of your dolls lying around. We will be leaving soon" Phoebe, obediently agrees and walks out. I finally relax, and Ana turns to face me.

"Had an interesting day then?" She asks.

"Yes I did. I can't believe I was trying to explain everything when her questions\ was rather simple." I say shocked and annoyed at myself.

"So before you worked out what Phoebe was asking, how much did you tell her and what did she understand?" Ana asks.

"Thankfully not too much." I say pulling her closely to me to feel her. Ana always makes me feel cherished.

I lead Ana her to the INS built bar to get us both a glass of wine where we see Phoebe collecting her dolls. Ana curiously gets down to our daughters level.

"Phoebe, did you understand what your dad was saying before? Before he explained the part about no matter what you eat, you won't get a baby in your tummy?" Ana asks.

"I think so. Daddy tried really hard to explain it." Phoebe says, taking Ana and I both by surprise.

"Tried hard?" Ana restates

"Yes mommy." Phoebe looks at me and then whispers into Ana ear. Ana smiles at our daughter, but then starts to laugh hysterically when Phoebe is in her room and out of earshot.

"What is so funny?" I ask confused.

"You are Christian." Ana says returning to my side.

"And how so?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"Well our little daughter told me that I need to talk to you," She says raising her eyebrows.

"About what?" I ask cautiously

"Babies. Phoebe thinks I need to educate you on how babies are made. She said that you were acting and talking, very funny, so you probably didn't know" Ana says laughing.

"Hhhhmmm… "I reply.

"I am more than willing to educate you should you need." Ana hand reaches my growing length, and I react immediately. I pull out my cell phone and send a text.

"What are you doing? Ana asks.

"Texting Sawyer, to keep an eye on Phoebe. Come we need to go to the bedroom, and from the label on those bags you bought in I suspect you bought some lingerie that I want to talk off you."

thank you for reading.