Authors Note:

I need to answer a few questions that were posed to me in reviews from the past chapter.

1. Someone asked how Ana would have spoken to Josh's father before. When Ana and Christian were separated, and she was living in New York, Josh and Td were best friends since they were five years old. As a result, Ana got to know Josh's parents. Josh's parents had only been divorced for about four months so when Josh left Phoebe, he was in New York during the divorce.

2. I never meant to make Christian the bad guy by keeping Phoebe's test results from her. He is just trying to protect her and keep her from unnecessary health issues. He is Mr Control of course!

Work is CRAZY, so this is the best I can do right now. I know this chapter isn't that long... sorry.

Regards,

Maria Amore.

Family

Phoebe's POV:

I am woken up with a start. I hear my parent's and Taylor and something seems to be happening. I feel exhausted, and though my body protests, I get up to investigate after I wrap by robe around me.

"Ana, I will ring you as soon as we land." I hear my father inform my mother.

"Dad where are you going? Are you traveling back to Seattle?" I inquire approaching them. My father has spent the last two weeks here in New York, and I suspect work matters are starting to pop up that needs his personal attention. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help. GEH still has a subsidiary office here in New York.

"Phoebe, I will be back in a few days. I sincerely hope you both stay out of trouble, and I don't want you to skip any more meals." My father's says playfully. I notice my mother glare at him and mouth something to him that I can't make out.

"Sure, but where are you going?" I ask again. Strangely my father's demeanor changes and can't put my finger on it. He genuinely doesn't want to answer my question.

"Tell her Christian. No secrets." My mother states earnestly.

"Dad? What is happening? Tell me!" My father drops his bag and runs his hand through his hair. Tell-tale signs.

"Phoebe, we located Josh's father this morning" I can't hide my glee at this news and forget everything else.

"That is brilliant" I exclaim. I run over and wrap my arms around my father neck. "Thank you so much Dad" My father wraps his arms around me, but something feels a little off still. I suddenly remember his expression and body language.

"What haven't you told me? Please don't lie to me." I let go of my father and take a few step back, so I have space to read him accurately.

"I spoke to Josh's father about twenty minutes ago"

"And?"

"He won't come home, so I am going over to bring him back, or at least have him tested to see if he a match for Joshua" Dad looks appalled.

"I don't understand why he wouldn't want to help his son. I have met Adam before. He loves Josh" I am honestly astounded and shake my head shocked.

My father takes a few steps towards me and then wraps his arms around me. "Phoebe, let me take care of this."

"What if he says no? What if he isn't a match?" I don't think I have ever felt worry like this before.

"Ssshhh… like I said let me take care of this" My father kisses my forehead and offers me a tight squeeze. "I love you princess"

"Love you too dad, and thank you for helping." I say appreciatively. I stand there and watch my parents say goodbye to each other. I love seeing them together. Their love for each other is always so abundant. It is the one constant in my life right now.

# # # #

Christian's POV:

Taylor and I walk straight into the Hotel, Adam Harris is staying at. Behind us are two security personnel, O'Brien and Dean that Welch hired for us while we were in the air. I will have them drag Adam Harris to the GEH jet at Heathrow if need be. I pound on the door and quickly he answers it.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Good to meet you Christian Grey". Adam, Josh's father, exclaims when he sees me at the door. He extends his hand out to shake mine, and though I consider not doing the same, my unfailing manners take over.

"Since you are not surprised to see me, then I suggest you pack." I state.

"No," He responds. I narrow my eyes at him. So few people say no to me.

"Your son is dying. You might be able to save him. You are his father and therefore it is your responsibility to do what you can for him." I scold repulsed.

"Grey, you are unquestionably not one to lecture me on fatherly duties. Do I have to remind you of your lack of personal attention to your own son in the past? "

"I would have never had refused to help my son, especially when his life depended on it."

"How would you have even known that he needed help? You rarely ever spoke to Ted then, and when you did you hardly conversed about anything. I remember your son telling me so a few times when I took him to the baseball with Josh. I was more of a father to Ted than you were, when he was growing up" I revert to CEO mode, so my feelings of guilt don't overtake me. I can't be distracted. I am yet to rid myself of my demons over my absence in Ted's life, no matter how many times Ted tells me that he understands and that I am more than making up for my past actions.

"I am not here to discuss Ted or my past performance as a father. It's your son and your current performance that matters" I decide not to argue or discuss everything I have done to make up my absence to Ted further. "We need to determine if you are a match to donate a kidney. If you don't Joshua will die!" I am desperate to get him to agree and pray he is a match. If he isn't then morally, I will have to tell Phoebe that she is a match. I will even tell Phoebe the truth if Adam refuses to help.

"So now you care about my son. You didn't seem to care about him when he was living with your daughter. You helped to make his relationship with Phoebe difficult. Have you considered, that your actions might have increased his stress levels and made his condition worse?" I instantly feel aggravated. Taylor tightly places his hand on my right arm and shakes his head. Fuck nothing gets past him, even now.

"Why won't you help? What on earth is your issue?" I order Adam to answer me.

"I want my son to ask me for help." He says coldly.

"What?" I hiss

"Josh wouldn't talk to me after the divorce, hardly even acknowledged me. He was furious that I had cheated on his mother and was heartbroken as he had just left Phoebe. A lot of harsh words were exchanged" Adam Harris now looks like a broken man.

"Regardless, Josh needs you. You might save his life. I will have my security carry you out and to a suitable clinic here in London if need be." I threaten. I stand there as he pours himself a too strong drink.

"There is no need" He states and then drinks the reader of his drink. "I have known about Josh's medical conditions for three months now." I narrow my eyes at his admission. "I am a match"

Phoebe's POV:

I give up and close my book. I have been trying to read the same page, but I can't seem to concentrate. The combined worry over Josh's health and the fact that I am yet to hear from my father since he left yesterday occupy my thoughts. I lean back in the hospital chair as Josh sleeps. I would have thought he would have been allowed to leave the hospital by now, but even though the infection that put him in here has ended, he still isn't strong enough yet. I don't want Josh to be sick, and I want us to talk about our future. I want to help him get better, but I have some concerns about us being together.

My mother has spent practically every minute with me since my dad left, but she has left to go to the airport as my grandparents are flying in. They will be exhausted when they arrive, so I have told Josh that I intend to spend the morning with them. My grandfather and I may need to talk

I allow myself to close my eyes, and listen the sounds of the hospital. After more than two weeks of spending all my time here, I am starting to find the day to day noises of this hospital room strangely familiar and comforting. Sleep and I almost meet, but I then feel the vibration of my cell phone in the pocket of my jeans.

*Macie just grabbed a picture of you off the small side table and said "Fi" and gave you a kiss. It is her first word. We are missing you. How are you? How is Josh? How are our parents? Love Ted*

My smile grows when I receive a picture of my little niece holding my picture. She looks like the perfect mixture of my brother and Lily, even though she isn't even one yet. Gosh I miss them all.

*Miss you all too. Josh is the same. I am well enough. Mom is picking up our grandparents and dad has left for the UK to see Josh's dad."

Not even half a minute passes when my phone vibrates again, this time it isn't a text message, rather my brother is ringing me.

Phoebe: Hi. Give me a second….

I walk out of Josh's hospital room and into the family sitting-room. I don't want to wake up Josh.

Phoebe: sorry, about that...

Ted: Can you talk now?

Phoebe: yeah. Thanks for the photo of Macie. She is growing up terribly quickly.

Ted: They all do. Last night I had to remind Ruby that she isn't allowed to date and have a boyfriend until she is sixteen.

Phoebe: What about Eli?

Ted: He is too busy with sports right now, but I guess his time will come. He is as good looking as me, so his CPO is going to be kept exceedingly busy.

Both Ted and I laugh. It feels so therapeutic to laugh again with my brother.

Phoebe: At least my nephew is more modest than his father!

Ted: Lily and I are thinking about having another child.

Phoebe: really?

Ted: Yeah. Eli and Ruby have been fortunate to have each other growing up, and we want Macie to have the same opportunity. Also since the twin's first word was 'dada', and Macie's fist word was 'Fi', maybe the fourth child's first word will be mama.

Phoebe: I hope Lily wasn't upset that Macie said 'Fi' rather than mama.

Ted: No of course not. In your text message, you said that dad has gone to the UK.

Phoebe: yeah. He left yesterday. Welch tracked down Adam Harris, and he is going to convince him to return or at least see if he is a match to have donate a kidney to Josh.

Ted: I knew somehow Dad would find him.

Phoebe: Yeah Dad is pretty remarkable isn't he? I know he has money and therefore, can pretty much do anything he wants, but still.

Ted: You know Phoebe, Josh's dad might not be able to help him.

Ted's voice is low and sorrowful.

Phoebe: I know. I wish I knew if I qualified to be a donor.

Ted: You didn't get your test results?

Phoebe: No. They are still downstairs in the clinic.

Ted: Why?

Ted's voice clearly gives away his confusion.

Phoebe: Because you didn't see our parents faces when I told them I had already been to the clinic. They were angry and fearful at the same time. I haven't been the greatest daughter of late...

Ted: You haven't been that ghastly!

Phoebe: Really? I am not sure if you would have said that, six months ago, when I was living with Josh in Seattle.

Ted: Sorry.

Phoebe: I am sorry too. I didn't act appropriately either.

Ted: Dad told me that you agreed to come back to GEH

Phoebe: I just don't know when I will be back in Seattle.

Ted: Is Josh going to come back with you?

Phoebe: I am not sure, we have only started about our relationship recently. Josh and I have been a little hesitant to talk much since everything is so up in the air, with his health. Hard to plan for the future, when you don't know what to expect.

Ted: Fifi, none of us know what to expect in the future.

Phoebe: True.

Ted: Do you know what you would like with Josh?

Phoebe: Yes. Yes, I do

# # # #

I head out of the hospital a few hours later, of course with my father appointed CPO close by. I almost feel sorry for him. This must be the dullest assignment he has ever had. All he has done is stand outside the Josh's hospital room, waiting for me, with the exception of getting coffee or me something to eat. My father was most unimpressed when he found out I hadn't eaten all day before he left for the UK that he instructed security to ensure I eat. I have to admit I am starting to feel better, as a result.

The apartment is quiet when I finally arrive home. I check around and surmise that my mother and grandparents have retired for the evening. After pouring myself a glass of wine, I lie down on the couch and start to surf the different channels on the TV, desperately trying to find something to distract my thoughts.

"Can I join you?" I look up, and the first thing I see is my grandfather's soft eyes. They flood me with memories of him painting pictures, reading books, playing and even watching Disney princess movies with me as a child. Practically every significant moment in my life, such as graduations, recitals, birthdays, soccer games and every other activity I tried; he was there, along with my grandmother.

"Sure. Can I get you a glass of wine?" I offer.

"I don't think your grandmother will approve of me drinking so late into the evening. However, she is fast asleep and wouldn't know. Promise me you won't tell her?" My grandfather grins mischievously.

"I promise."

I pour my grandfather a glass of wine, but I make sure not to give him too much. He smiles lovingly at me as I return to the living room, pass him his drink and sit next to him. I turn off the TV, and also pick up my wine glass so I can share this drink with him.

"What were you watching?" My grandfather asks

"Nothing. I was just trying to distract myself to be honest."

"I remember one morning waking up at Bellevue after you spent the night, when you were seven, and finding you lying on the floor watching Saturday morning cartoons."

"I think I remember that. Did you let me eat cocoa pops?" I query.

"No. Lucky charms. You liked them more because the marshmallows were shaped in love hearts and rainbows. I promised to give them to you as long as you didn't tell on me."

"No, sixteen years later I am letting you drink wine and long as you don't tell on me" We both grin at how the tables have turned a little.

"Phoebe I need to talk to you about my actions." My grandfather has suddenly become serious.

"Grandpa, I understand why you did"

"Do you really?" He questions worried. I once was able to watch him in the court room, and though I don't recall the case, I do remember how he looked. There was a real sense of respectability and wisdom about him. At one stage of the trial, he took returned to his seat and when he saw me, he winked at me. I knew that he would always have my back.

"Yes, though I don't agree with what you did." I tell him honestly.

"Neither does your mother and grandmother actually. Are you and Josh going to resume your relationship?"

"Maybe"

"He may still die. My fears of you having to go thought all that and then wonder what if for the rest of your life, still haunts me." My grandfather confesses.

"I know. However no one can predict the future. If Josh and I were to reunite, then something might happen to me, and Josh would be alone."

We both sit quietly and finish our wine. Our quiet moment is then interrupted by my mother. She looks horribly pale.

"Phoebe, it's your father. He needs to talk to you. He said there is something you need to know" Slowly I take the phone and greet my father. My heart has jumped into my throat, and I wait for my father to speak.

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