"Why did we decide to put this off?" Phoebe was pacing back and forth in the living room at our parents'. She had changed and now had on a dress with a watercolor print. It had ¾ sleeves, and hit a bit above the knee. Her hair was up, and I couldn't help but shake my head at how much she looked like our mother. Kyle stood statue still, watching her pace. He had also changed and looked very much like the college student he was in a dark pair of jeans, a navy sweater, and a tweed sportcoat. I avoided looking at his feet, expecting him to be in Sperry's or something similar. Sighing I picked up two glasses from the bar and walked over to the extremely nervous pair.

"Here, you could both use it." Phoebe reached for it like a life preserver. Kyle eyed the glass carefully, turning his nose up. I shook my head with a smile. "Believe me, this is not your frat house scotch. Sip it, don't down it." I passed over the glass of Macallan and went back to the bar for my own glass.

"Teddy, are you sure this is a good idea?" Phoebe all but squeaked as I took a sip of my scotch and took a moment to enjoy it, slipping a hand in my pocket. When I didn't answer right away she pouted. "Really? You look so calm! This is serious business!" She put a hand on her hip and stared at me. I shrugged as I swallowed.

"Dad's going to react however he wants, regardless of the path you wear into the hardwood floor, and regardless of the liquor you drink." I raised my eyebrows at her and her already empty glass. "Just breathe, that's all you can do. You're committed to each other, does it really matter the outcome?" Phoebe stopped her pacing and charted a new course to the bar where she poured another glass.

"Not what I want to hear right now, T." She spoke with a huff in her voice. "That was the cookie cutter answer. You know you should really go into politics, you always have the perfect thing to say." Phoebe poked my shoulder. "And you already have the wardrobe." I smiled, glad to have her off the topic of our father's reaction, even if the subject shifted to myself.

"I happen to like my clothes, thank you." I straightened the Italian wool her fingers had shifted. I opted for one of my favorite suits for the evening, if I was going to watch my sister squirm I wanted to at least be comfortable. The suit was heather grey, and I opted for a simple white oxford shirt under it with a navy tie. "At least I'm not as free spirited and color crazy as you." I said the words in a teasing tone, and as Phoebe stuck out her tongue she confirmed I had gotten the reaction I had hoped for. Taking another sip of my scotch I shrugged again.

"Seriously Pheb's, Dad might overreact a bit when you tell him. That's to be expected." I saw Kyle grip his glass tighter, his knuckles nearly white. "But you are his baby girl, he's going to be happy for you. You're going to have the wedding you always wanted and the life you want. He'll make it happen, P. Just relax." She tipped up the glass, draining the last of the amber liquid. "And please stop drinking, I don't want Dad mad at me for getting you intoxicated." She sheepishly handed me her glass. "I forget that in college you chug. When you're over that phase in your life we'll try this again." Her now empty hand swatted my arm.

"Thank you Teddy, I mean it." I shrugged.

"It's my job, kiddo." I watched Kyle as his mouth started to move, before I heard any words. He cleared his throat and started again.

"Is Mr. Grey, I mean…is your dad really that bad? He was fine when we were in for Christmas." He looked at me, as he wrapped an arm around Phoebe's waist. I smiled.

"He's a wonderful man, and he is more often the man you met over Christmas. However, at Christmas you weren't surprising him with the news you planned to marry his little girl." I watched him gulp as he took in my words. "But like I said, you will both survive. Just wait for the fireworks to subside."

"Theodore!" My mother's voice made me turn my head to the staircase. She was making her way down in a knee length plum colored dress. "Was it really necessary to start drinking already?" Narrowing her eyes at me, all I could do was shrug.

"They were both nervous wrecks Mom, I did what I know works to calm nerves." I gave her a smile to soften the glare I was receiving. "I'd be happy to get you something as well." My mother wrinkled her nose as she eyed my glass.

"None of that horrible stuff you like to drink." I rolled my eyes. "Theodore…" She had that warning tone. "But I would take wine. Your father should be home any moment now. Mrs. Taylor has prepared an amazing dinner." I went to fix her a glass of wine. Mother was babbling, which meant that she was as nervous as the other two.

"Are you sure you won't try the scotch?" I called over my shoulder, a smile on my face. "It would put you more at ease."

"Teddy, you pour a glass of that fowl liquid and you will be the one drinking it." I chuckled to myself as I poured her wine. Turning around I didn't like the state of discomfort I saw. Kyle and Phoebe were clinging to each other, neither speaking, and Mom kept casting a glance at the doorway, biting her lip nervously.

"You all need to breathe!" I said handing Mom her glass. "Everyone sit down and get comfortable. If he were to walk in right now and see the three of you he would think it was bad news. You've all done enough worrying today. Now drink your drinks and RELAX!" I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. I wish I could predict just how this would go, but like anything else dealing with my father it would end really well or really bad. There would be no middle ground, Christian Grey didn't do lukewarm.