Phoebe's POV:

Damien's hand rested on the small of my back, lightly tracing the exposed skin. I knew he wanted to finish in the conference room and if it were not for the arrival of my parents, we would have. My parents were talking with Darcy's father and smiled once they spotted me. Teddy thankfully was not coming, he was still in New York with Gwen. Teddy's reaction to what happened between me and Blaine was to be expected and I had to threaten to never speak to him again if he contacted Blaine. Whether or not he listened was a different story.

"What're the odds of your parents letting us stay in a hotel so I can fuck your brains out tonight without worrying about noise?"

"Very slim."

Even after all this time, I could tell that my father was not that fond of Damien. In Damien's defense, he had tried everything to make my father open up and like him more but my father was still Team Blaine. My mother on the other hand loved Damien and treated him better than I had ever seen her treat Blaine. When I told them that Damien wanted to rent a hotel in the city, they immediately became defensive.

"Mom, dad," I gave them both a kiss.

"That dress looks stunning on you," my mother held my hand, "Where's your ring?"

"It's Darcy's day," I took my hand away, "Besides, we're keeping it low key remember?"

Dating Damien made me even more of a celebrity and more present in the media. Our every move was stalked by the paparazzi to the point where I hated going out anymore without a body guard. There was an incident where a paparazzi became obsessed with me in London prompting me and Damien to move back to the states. The move was also on the down low.

"It doesn't have anything with Blaine being here does it?"

"Leave it alone Ana," my father muttered.

I gave him a thankful smile.

"Mrs. Grey, you look as great as ever," Damien kissed my mother on the cheek, "I can only hope Phoebe inherits your genetics."

"Charming as ever Damien. How's your father?"

"He's coming to town tomorrow and would love it if we all went out for dinner."

"That sounds great, doesn't it Christian?"

My father put on his fake smile, "Great, if you'll excuse me I need to find the bar."

"Not too much dear," my mother warned.

I followed my father to the bar, leaving the group.

"Would it kill you to put a little more effort in pretending to like Damien?"

"Yes, yes it would."

Rolling my eyes, I decided that it was not worth another argument with my father. Regardless of how many times that I tried to get my father to bond with Damien, I only failed and caused them to drift apart.

"Scotch for me and Shirley Temple for my daughter."

"Whiskey sour please," I ignored my father, "If I'm going to have to be near you and Damien all night I need a little alcohol in my system."

It was my father's turn to roll his eyes, "He tries too hard to get me to like him. He's like a puppy wanting attention half the time."

"He idolizes you that's why, give him a chance."

"Have you seen Blaine?"

So that was what this was about, "Yes, we have to go and have lunch together tomorrow to go over plans."

"That should be great. I'm glad that the two of you are finally talking again."

"I guess."

I saw Caden run around the room and smiled. I could never hate a child, especially one as cute as Caden. It was not his fault that Blaine did not know how to wrap it before he tapped it. Caden found Charlie and Blaine near one of the tables and jumped into Blaine's arms.

"He's a cute kid," my father followed my line of vision, "Bright too. I talked to him earlier."

"He's almost three, how bright can he be?"

"Exceptionally bright. He's going to go places."

"With Blaine as his father, he can go wherever."

We were interrupted by the announcing of dinner. As part of the bridal party, I had to sit at the table with everyone else. I kissed Damien before leaving him to move to the front of the room. Darcy had enlisted my help when it came to seating arrangements so I sat down right where I knew where I had been placed.

"Is this seat taken?"

I looked up to find Blaine staring down at me and froze. The seating chart had him on the other side of the table and not even near me, someone switched the seating chart.

"You're actually on the other side."

Blaine pointed at his card, "Not what the card says."

He sat down ignoring that I obviously did not want him next to me.

"Damien seems nice."

"He is."

"Does he know about us?"

"Of course he does, there was no need to lie. Not all of us have an impulse to hide things from people they love."

"Don't start Pheebs."

Just hearing him call me that made my heart flutter, "I'm going to go find Darcy."

Blaine's POV:

I watched Phoebe walk away and sighed, this was not how I envisioned our reunion to go. Charlie had warned me that it was not how I wanted it to be but it did not prevent me from being optimistic. Sean sat down beside me and patted my back.

"You'll make it through tonight," he reassured me, "And if you don't, just get drunk."

"I'm a father, I can't get drunk whenever I feel like it now."

It was true, I tried my hardest to stay away from drinking now that Caden was in my life. Staying sober after Phoebe left was the hardest but I managed to do it.

"Well watch me get drunk."

I was glad Sean was here, even though he was not with Georgia anymore. They ended their relationship shortly before the wedding. We were both on the same sad and lonely boat.

Phoebe returned with Darcy and Charlie and I could tell she was pointedly ignoring me. Sitting at the table this close to Phoebe made me nervous. I did not know how to act this close to her. She smelled the same, it was the same shampoo that she had been using since high school. Every movement that she made I was aware of.

"You're being creepy," Sean muttered.

I tried to focus on other conversations but I could not, all I wanted to do was talk to Phoebe. Explain everything to her again in hopes that we could connect.

"Let's play a drinking game," one of Darcy's bridesmaids suggested.

"We haven't even had dinner yet Veronica," Phoebe intercepted.

"When did you become a bore?" I challenged.

Knowing that the Phoebe that I knew would never back aware from proving someone wrong, I waited for her to take the bait.

"Come on kid," Charlie joined in.

She shook her head, "If I end up puking, you have to explain to my parents."

The drinking game helped everyone relax, especially Phoebe. She was not so tense around me anymore which is good. I paced myself knowing that I could not be drunk near Phoebe; too many raw emotions still. Phoebe on the other hand was beyond tipsy.

"Maybe you should slow down," I tried to take her glass away from her.

"Don't start pretending that you care about me now O'Reilly."

"Are we really going to do this now?"

Phoebe's posture changed, the old Phoebe that I knew and loved returned, "Do what?"

"Never mind, do what you want."

"I will."

I did not want to sound conceited but she was doing this because of me; we both knew it. She was not my problem anymore, she had Damien. I looked over to where he was sitting and even though he was talking to Mrs. Grey, his eyes were trained on us.

"Let's go get some air," I offered.

"I'm fine."

"Some air would do you some good Pheebs," Darcy agreed.

Phoebe stood up wobbly and used my arm for support, "Alright, alright."

Her touch felt great and at that moment, I was not paying attention to anyone in the room. I led Phoebe to the club's patio area to get some air. She shivered when the breeze hit us.

"Here," I wrapped my coat around her.

"I'm fine," she repeated.

"Just take the jacket and stop being hardheaded."

"Why can't you just leave me alone? I've been doing great without you!"

"I just don't want you to get cold."

She shook her head, "You know that's not what I meant. I'm with Damien, I love Damien. He's a great guy who loves and worships me but then there's you. You're my best friend and always will be."

"I can't talk to you when you're like this."

"So you'll sleep with Heather when she's drunk but you won't talk to me when I'm drunk?" Phoebe laughed, "Wow."

"It was different with her! You can't even compare the two of you. She's not you and she never will be."

"Fooled me. I can see how happy your little family is."

"I love my son more than anything and Heather gave me Caden so I love her for that but I don't feel for her the same way I feel about you. No other girl can compare to you, you have to know that."

Phoebe stood quietly for a moment, "We should go back inside, it's Darcy and Charlie's night."

"I want to talk about this!"

"Your three years too late, I'm with Damien now and we're getting married," Phoebe took off my jacket, "I'll see you inside."

"Talk to me," I grabbed her arm.

"If you had any sense you'd take your hands off of my fiancée," Damien's angry face appeared.

I released her.

"Are you alright?" Damien wiped Phoebe's tears away.

She nodded, "I just drank a little too much. I'm sorry for worrying you."

He kissed her forehead and I wanted to punch him in his face.

"Come on, let's go back inside."

Phoebe did not even turn to look back at me.