I know, I know... another chapter long after I have finished this story. I have a few scenes that I wanted to write, that would have occurred throughout this story. They are just little aspects that I have wondered about, then wished I had written about. Some people might think it is too late to write these scenes since I finished this story a while back but I wanted to. I know I will get some criticism but it up to the individual readers if they want to read or not, so it's in your court. This is the first of about three chapters/stories.

Repentance

Christian's POV: Christian and Ana are looking after Carrie who is one year old. Christian ends up reflecting on the past. Joshua Harris is yet to become sick and pass away.

"Okay Carrie Grace Grey-Harris, you need to eat. Grandma spent a lot of time making you this yummy chicken, rice, and vegetables. It is very healthy, and if you eat it, you will grow up big, strong and as beautiful as your grandmother."

"N..n..No" Carrie calls out using one of her newly acquired words. Ana laughs at me as I try to get Carrie to eat. She has had only one piece of avocado, one tomato, a small portion of rice and no chicken. I place some food on a spoon and bring it to her mouth, but Carrie refuses to open it. Even when I tickle her toes, the second the spoon is an inch from her mouth she closes it.

"Carrie you are making grandpa upset. You need to eat!" I mildly scold her. She looks at me seriously and just when I start to relax thinking that she is going to eat, having lifted up her spoon with rice and a little bit of chicken, Carrie puts it down and starts to blow kisses at me. I melt and sigh at the same time.

"I think she just checkmated you." Ana evaluates placing our dinner in front of us.

"Maybe, but I think I can bounce back. Carrie, Grandma and I are going to eat our dinner and then we are going to have desert. Only people who eat all their dinner get desert." I grin but then look back at Carrie. "Ana, do you think she understood my threat?"

"Maybe, though she is only one year old, and has a vocabulary of about twenty words; however, I am pretty sure she knows she has you wrapped around her little finger!" Isn't that the truth!

Ana and I commence eating which seems to encourage Carrie to do the same, although she doesn't finish everything on her plate. I try to help Carrie, but she isn't having any of it. Ana brings out two bowls of Ice cream, vanilla of course and a little bowl with a scoop of toddler-friendly frozen yogurt with small pieces of fruit. Our granddaughter's favorite summer treat at the moment.

"Ta.. ta... ta" she immediately calls out. I am about to pass it to Carrie regardless of my previous threats. It's healthy food anyway, and I don't want her to be hungry. Surprisingly it's Ana who stops me.

"Oh, no sweet little girl, mommy, and daddy said no dessert unless you eat all your dinner. The same goes for grandpa and grandma. Eat your chicken and the rest of your vegetables, and then you can have your desert. I will keep it here for when you are ready."

Ana sits and commences to eat her ice-cream and fruit. "This tastes delicious Ana, but I know what would make it better... " I allow myself to get lost in that sweet old memory, though only for a second. Carrie is starting to become restless, reaching out for her desert. She is mumbling something, but I can't make it out. Probably something along the lines of 'give me my desert now'! Real tears are even about to run down her pretty little face.

"Ana maybe we should give Carrie her desert. It's not like it's chocolate cake or anything."

"No Christian, we can't. Phoebe and Josh are stern with Carrie over eating. She needs to learn to eat everything or no treats. Her food is perfectly portioned out. We promised Phoebe and Josh that we would stick to their rules before we sent them away. Plus you of all people, with your food issues, shouldn't be rewarding bad eating habits."

"I just don't want her to be hungry."

"She won't be." I get an idea. I walk out of the kitchen with an empty pink plastic plate.

"Okay Carrie, listen to me." I turn her high chair, so she is looking at me. I act seriously, and she seems to mimic my expression. "You want desert, and I want you to eat. So I will make a deal with you." I place the small pink plate on her table. "You need to eat these three pieces of chicken, four little tiny pieces of potato and this yummy piece of avocado. If you eat all of these, then you can have your dessert. If not then this goes in the bin." I scoop up a piece of chicken and place it next to her mouth where she finally eats it.

"I'm impressed" I grin arrogantly at Ana. I chose a smaller, clean plate, so it looked less intimating to Carrie.

"Why thank you, Anastasia. Though one wouldn't expect getting a one-year-old to eat would be harder than negotiating a multi-million dollar business deal... You know something, Carrie, it's a good thing that you are so special and beautiful." It wasn't even this difficult to get Phoebe to eat as a young child.

"Gapa" I zone out everything around me when I hear the words. What? My heart melts. Did Carrie just say that?

"What did you say, Carrie?"

"Gapa" She points at me. Oh yes, she did!

"Carrie just said grandpa.. well in her way." I take her plate away and pass her desired frozen yogurt and fruit. I could care less that she didn't finish her dinner. Now to teach Carrie to say, Grandma.

Upstairs we have decorated a room into a nursery for our grandchildren. It has everything we would ever need. We wanted our kids to come over with their children without having to worry if they left anything at home or not. Ana has given Carrie a bath and dressed her in a sleeper before passing here to me to read a book. Our little granddaughter's eye flutter and falls asleep in my arms. I slowly stand up and place her in the cot.

I would happily watch her sleep all night, but Ana takes my hand leading me outside, though not before I grab the other monitor. I use to wake up at the slightest sound by Phoebe, and the same tends to go with the grandchildren.

I pull Ana close to me and wrap my arms around her. "Have I told you recently that you are the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"Only five minutes ago."

"That long? How negligent of me." I commence to kiss Ana, and it is almost my undoing. I hear Taylor cough behind me though I want to ignore him, Ana doesn't. She still blushes terribly.

"Taylor," I ask brusquely.

"Excuse me. Mrs. Phoebe Harris is on the phone." Taylor shrugs.

"Thank you, Taylor. I will take the call." Ana takes the phone. I listen as she outlines all of Carrie's activities, what she ate and every other detail. This is the first time that Phoebe and Joshua have left Carrie for longer than an evening. We have offered several times to look after Carrie for longer, but they have been reluctant to leave their daughter.

This trip was a combined gift from Ana and I. We had to join forces with Phoebe's grandparents to convince them to go on this holiday. We have sent them to Bora Bora, where they spent part of honeymoon. They are only gone for a week, though they reacted as if it was a month. This is the longest we knew they would go without Carrie. Ana and I love having the grandkids. I have told Ted to drop off Macie tomorrow for at least the day or the night. She is a couple of years older than Carrie but adores her little cousin. Carrie would follow her to the moon and back.

"... Before I force you to go and enjoy your holiday, Carrie said a new word 'gapa' for Grandpa. She said at dinner... No, you don't need to fly back... I am sure Carrie won't say any more first words... I don't know; I just think she won't... okay we will... yes I promise, even if it is three in the morning... yes I love you too." Ana disconnects the call and drops the phone. "Our daughter wants us to record the next time Carrie says a new word and when she says grandpa again and send them the footage it to them. Phoebe seriously wanted to come home in case Carrie said any more words for the first time." Ana rolls her eyes, but I understand their perspectives. I missed out so much when Ted was growing up that I was going to be dammed to those same mistakes again when we had Phoebe.

"Come let me take you to bed. Carrie is an early riser, and you need your sleep. Plus I have some ideas of a few activities I would like to do."

"Just let me go downstairs first and ... " I take Ana hand, preventing her from leaving my side. Whatever Ana wants to do or get can wait until tomorrow. My need for Ana is far greater. I scoop Ana up in my arms and take her to our room. I plot her down on the bed and commence to undo the buttons of her top when a disturbing thought hits me.

"Shit!"

"Excuse me?"

"I have paid and organized for Josh to take our daughter away to a romantic island for seven nights, where the fucker in going to pass the time away having sex with Phoebe and ogling at her in a bikini. What the hell was I thinking?" Ana rolls her eyes dramatically.

"Christian, I think our sleeping one-year-old granddaughter in the nursery is evidence enough that our daughter is no virgin and she and Josh have sex already. They won't be doing anything they haven't already!" I narrow my eyes. I know all this, but I still don't like it. "Christian... kiss me" I can never say no to Ana, and she is biting her lip. Lean down to kiss her lips, but she shakes her head. "Not even there... here." Ana point to the apex of thighs.

"We aim to please."

# ## #

"Wow getting our two little granddaughters to have their nap was easier than last time!"

"Christian, you have taken the girls swimming, run around with them in the gym, had a picnic in the meadow and even took them for a spin in those toy cars you bought them. I am surprised they didn't fall asleep while walking up the stairs."

"They were adorable together, weren't they. I am so glad Carrie can walk now. It makes it easier for her to keep up."

"Those two are like little sisters."

"Ana, do you think that they will sleep for at least two hours?"

"Minimum. Why?"

"There is something I need to do, but I don't want to be away from the girls while they are awake. I will explain later okay." Ana nods reading me expression. She knows me so well. There is something I need to do. Something which has bothered me for years, but lately it has gotten worse.

# # # #

"Mr. Grey, your son is downstairs in the gym and Lily is currently out with her mother's," The housekeeper tells me.

"Thank you; I will go and join my son." The well-resourced gym was a gift to him from his mother and me when they bought this house. Elliot remodeled the area and it pretty damn impressive. Ted is shooting some hoops. He is dribbling the ball when he notices me.

"Hey, Dad I didn't know yu were coming over." Ted's expression changes when he notices that I am troubled. "Is everything okay with Macie? Carrie? Mom?..." I stop him before he names every member of our family.

"They are fine. Everyone is well. The girls have gone down for a long nap, and I thought I would come over and see you. Got a pair of sneakers I could borrow? I can shoot some hoops with you."

"Yeah, in the lockers. Are you sure you aren't worried about breaking your hip or something? I hear it happens when one becomes completely retired." Ted jokes playfully.

"Funny... you know I am still technically our boss, Mr. CEO!"

"I will get us a couple of bottles of water then Sir. If the pair in the locker doesn't fit you, then I should have a couple more in my locker. "

In the locker room, I put on one of Ted pair of sneakers and smile a little. His foot is the same size as mine. Though the shoes have a more color than I prefer. I always had a preference for white or black sports shoes.

"Want to play a bit of one on one?" I ask.

"Bring it on."

# # # #

"Have you had enough? I have been in the gym for a few hours now, and I am tired. Want a coffee or something? I can have Marie bring some out to us. I just need to have a shower."

"Yep, I think I have whipped your ass enough. I came over hoping to have a chat with you." Ted cocks his head to the side, a little worried by the tone in my voice.

"Is everything okay?"

"Everything is good, and no one is ill, as far as I know at least. Go and shower. I will meet you outside on the patio area."

Ted's view of Lake Washington from his home is beautiful. This whole house is. He and Lily have made it into a beautiful home for their family. I lost count how often Phoebe slept over. She is only six years older than the twins so she was more of their sibling than Aunt, though that seems to have more or less shifted these days. Now Phoebe's daughter and Ted's daughter are like siblings to each other.

"What's on your mind dad?" Ted emerges wearing a pair of shorts and v neck top. The weather is still seriously warm as the summer comes to an end.

"Family. Children. Grandchildren. Scenery. Life."

"Okay, that's an interesting mix."

"I have always been rather eclectic."

"Thanks." Ted greets this housekeeper as she places two large coffees and a plate of cheese, cracker, and nuts, alongside a protein drink that Ted always drinks after long workouts.

"Does that taste any good?"

"This is the vanilla drink. So it's pretty decent, especially with berries. Need to keep up my muscle definition. It's getting harder as I get older. How do you manage it?"

"I just keep working at it." Ted nods in agreement and finishes the last of this supplement.

"Not exactly fine dining but does the job... so dad, has Macie been behaving? If she has been playing up, I can go and pick her up."

"Macie has been great. She is a sweet, loving and fun kid."

"Yeah, she is. I have been praying that she is going to be easier than Ruby was as a teenager. I have tried to convince Lily that we ought to have a fourth child, but she is reluctant, even though the twins are away at college."

"Why?" I probe.

"Lily doesn't want to go through the baby stage again, and we aren't as young as you use to be, and I want another child, so Macie will have someone to grow up with. I know Lily shares my sentiments, and if it weren't for Carrie, we probably would have had our fourth child by now".

"Carrie and Macie seem to be inseparable."

"You should have been around yesterday with Emma was here also. They are the three musketeers!"

"Your mother wanted to have Emma over tonight also with the girls, but Marcus is in town from work and hates to miss any time with Ava." Marcus has failed to convince the company he works for to transfer him permanently to Seattle and is still traveling back and forth. As a result, Ava is yet to return to work and devotes herself to being home for Emma.

"So dad you have me intrigued and a little worried to be honest. You said you want to talk about children, grandchildren..scenery? What's going on?"

"I am sorry Ted. I am sorry." I breathe out, shaking my head appalled at myself.

"What about?"

"The past. The entire first seventeen years of your life. The twelve years that you were in New York. The first five years that you were still here in Seattle but I didn't make enough of an effort. I am sorry!"

"Dad, you have already apologized for this. We have spoken about this, and you and mom explained to me what happened." While this is true, it doesn't change the facts.

"I know.. but.."

"I have forgiven you, dad. You know this. I went to those appointments with Flynn with you. You have made it up over the past twenty plus years." Ted stresses, trying to ease me.

"I don't know if I can ever truly forgive myself."

"Dad, what's brought this all on again? We haven't spoken about it for years! Many, many years!"

"I have been watching Macie and Carrie play together, and you with Phoebe and so on. I have been suffering from regret and guilt that I couldn't see past the tip of my nose. You and Phoebe should have grown up together and had a proper family experience. I am just so lucky and thankful that you are as level headed as you are or else... I can't tell you how much I love you son. I only wished that I had been around more."

"Dad, yes you weren't around after we moved, even though you had more than enough means to be present. The thing is we can't change it. It's history, and I do care to revisit or analyze it. I love you, dad. I always have. You have loved me, and that is all that matters."

"I went to see you once. In New York." I finally tell him. I haven't even mentioned it to Ana.

"What? When?"

"On your eighth birthday. I arrived at your apartment and knocked, but no one answered. I met you, neighbour. I can't remember her name.

"Do you mean Mrs. Henderson. She was a middle-aged woman. Far too much time on her hands and knew what everyone was doing."

"I guess so. She seemed to know a lot about you and your mother. She told me that you had gone to Disneyworld in Florida with your mom so you wouldn't be disappointed that I when I didn't travel over to see you for your birthday. I bought you a Lego box. A plane I believe."

"I remember that box. It was huge and so hard to build. I got grounded over that box." I cock my head to the side confused. "Mom tried to help me make it, but she struggled. I got mad at her and yelled. Mom didn't appreciate my tone and grounded me for two weeks. Eventually, she got so frustrated with me trying to put all those Lego pieces together, she went down stairs and finally approached the security guy you had on us. I didn't know who he was. Mom came back upstairs and said he was a friend of hers and would help me build it."

"Your mom never mentioned that to me."

"You never mentioned that you had been to New York to see me."

"I knew that box would be too hard for you. You were young. I had bought it with the intent of helping you build it."

"To spend time together?."

"Yes, a bonding experience," I confirm. Ted expression changes.

"Dad, you know when I came to see you when I was seventeen about my trust fund?"

"Of course I do. You were adamant that I take it back and I kept refusing." Even though Ted and I disagreed that day, it is also one of my favorite days in my life. It was the turning point in getting my son and wife back. It is one of my most cherished days.

"Since we are being honest, I didn't come to see you about the trust fund. I told Mom that is why I needed to travel to Seattle and convinced her to come also, but I wanted to see you. I used the trust fund as an excuse. I missed you and wanted you back in my life. I didn't know how to go about it at. First, I was angry when I entered Grey house that day, but my emotions got a hold of me. I wanted you around dad. I wanted you to be with mom. I wanted us to be a family."

I don't know how to respond. I should have suspected something it was Ted who told me that Ana was in Seattle that time.

"I love you, dad, I always have. Nothing you could do could take away my love for you."

"Ted I don't deserve you but am bloody glad I have you as my son. I love you son more than I could ever tell you. I couldn't be prouder of you, as a son, person, husband, father, grandson, uncle, CEO, humanitarian and all the other hats you wear."