Phoebe's POV:

I felt like the happiest girl in the world once I saw Damien walk through the doors. He was dressed in one of my favorite Hugo Boss suits that he owned and his tie matched my dress. I from the dancefloor to jump in his arms, catching him by surprise.

"You made it," I kissed him on the mouth, "I thought you were going to miss everything."

"I finally stuck it to my father and he gave me a promotion. As managing partner I don't have to run every time he calls anymore. You'll have my full attention," Damien twirled a strand of my hair, "God I've missed you."

"I've missed you more," I kissed him again, "Come on, let's dance."

I dragged him to the dancefloor, our attention only focused on one another. I did not care about anyone else in the room now that Damien was here. There could be no music playing right now but all I wanted to do was be with him.

"Let's go on vacation next week, just you and me," Damien suggested, "Wherever you want."

Damien had not been this spontaneous in forever, he was turning back into the guy I fell in love with.

"Let's go to Greece."

"I'll go anywhere with you," Damien kissed my forehead, "Let's go someplace private, I haven't seen you in forever."

My eyes searched around the room for Darcy but I could not find her anywhere. Instead I found Blaine and my father who were watching me and Damien intently and discussing something.

"My father is watching us."

Damien followed my line of vision, "Aren't you the one who's always telling me to stick it to my father?"

"Touché."

This new Damien turned me on in ways that I had missed. First, I had to find Darcy and make sure that she would not miss me for twenty, I glanced at Damien, maybe twenty-five minutes. I finally found Darcy crying in the bathroom. At first I thought they were happy tears but I knew my best friend and those were not happy tears.

"I'm bleeding," she cried, "I'm not supposed to be bleeding down there."

Immediately I moved her dress around and sure enough there was a little red stain under her garter belt that she had worn specifically for their honeymoon.

"It could mean nothing," I tried to reassure her, "It could just be light spotting."

She shook her head, "No, it's definitely my period. I really thought I was pregnant Phoebe, what am I going to do?"

There was a knock on the door and the color drained from Darcy's face.

"Please don't let anyone see me like this."

"I won't," I led her deeper into the bathroom and into one of the stalls, "I'll go see who it is."

Darcy nodded and locked the door behind me.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"Oh, um, it's me. Charlie sent me to go find you and Darcy," Heather responded.

Great, I opened the door and sure enough came face to face with Heather.

"Darcy is feeling a little sick, we'll be right out."

"Does she need crackers?" Heather pulled out her purse, "I used to feel so sick when I was pregnant."

I froze, "What are you talking about?"

"I was pregnant too at one time don't forget. I noticed last night that Darcy did not drink a drop of alcohol and whenever someone would hand her a glass she would either pretend to sip it or just leave it on the table."

Heather was smarter than I had given her credit for.

"Come in," I held the door open, "Lock the door behind you."

She listened my instructions then followed me to where Darcy was hiding.

"Darce? Heather is here."

"What?" Darcy stuck her head out, "I didn't want you to tell anyone!"

"She thinks she can help and plus she knows."

After explaining the blood ordeal to Heather and showing her Darcy's soiled getup, Heather reassured us that Darcy was going to be okay.

"I'm no doctor but I dealt with the same thing, it's just your body getting used to your pregnancy. Sometimes spotting is usual, especially if you were supposed to have your period. Leave a message with your doctor but I'm sure you and the baby will be okay," Heather took control of the situation, "Do you know how many times I wished that I wasn't pregnant and led myself to believe that? You're going to be a great mom Darcy, don't sike yourself out."

Darcy nodded but she still did not look too sure, "I have to get back out there or else people are going to start wondering where I am."

She could not go back out there looking like she was going to throw up, from the look on Heather's face she thought the same thing.

"Phoebe will go get your makeup bag and I'm going to go get you some ginger ale and more saltines. You're going to be camera ready in twenty minutes and nobody will be able to tell the difference."

Heather and I walked our separate ways to get what we needed to get for Darcy, all the while trying to stay hidden from the guests. I knew Darcy wanted this baby more than anything so I was hoping that Heather was right in the advice that she gave. Darcy came off as headstrong and carefree but those who knew her knew how that was just a defense mechanism that she put to protect herself from any more harm.

When Darcy's mother still lived at home, Darcy was in absolute hell. Her mother was a verbally abusive alcoholic that would manipulate Darcy into doing things for her. Her mother went too far one night, cops were called, Darcy stayed with us a for a couple of weeks, and her mother was sent off to rehab instead of prison. Darcy's father was a busy man and often left the two of them alone for weeks while he was out of town, something that he regretted doing for the rest of his life, but the courts did not believe that he did not know about the abuse. I knew Darcy's father, he was a kind man, just busy and was not capable of tormenting Darcy the way her mother had.

Charlie of course knew what happened in Darcy's past and tried his best to shelter her away from any harm and for that I was thankful. He loved Darcy more than anyone in her life which made him perfect to be not only her husband but the father of her children. He did not know yet about the pregnancy but I knew that he would be the best father in the world. The two of them deserved to have a healthy baby and I would do anything to make sure that it happened; even if that meant working with Heather.

We met back in the bathroom where Darcy was waiting for us, looking a lot better than when I had previously left her.

"The bleeding stopped," Heather told me, "I told her that if she changes before the honeymoon no one will ever suspect anything."

The three of us worked together to fix Darcy's hair and makeup before sending her back out to the dancefloor.

"We make a good team," Heather washed her hands.

"I guess."

"Do you think that if things had gone differently in high school that we would've been friends?"

It was hard to tell. Heather had changed a lot since I had first met her, whether or not that had to do with Blaine and Caden was a hard question.

"I don't know."

"For what it's worth now, I hope we can at least try to be friends, for Blaine."

"Maybe," I said before walking out of the bathroom.

Blaine's POV:

Mrs. Grey pulled Mr. Grey away to dance with her, leaving me at the bar by myself. I had not allowed myself to get this drunk in a long time but I was addicted to the pleasure that it gave me. Being this close to Phoebe and not being able to touch her was killing me. If Damien were not here then I would be able to talk some sense into her. I needed to know if there was still hope for the two of us and that I was not just making scenarios up in my head or reading into something that was not there. It could not be a coincidence that she was moving back to New York, could it?

"I'm going to say this one time and you're going to listen," Damien leaned up against the bar next to me, "I'm very well connected and can make very bad things happen to you if you don't listen to what I'm going to say. I love Phoebe and would do anything to keep her away from you, with that being said, how much is it going to cost to keep you away from us?"

"Excuse me?" I turned to look at him, "Are you seriously going to bribe me to stay away from Phoebe?"

"You have a son. Don't you want him to be well provided for in the future? I could make sure that he gets into all of the best schools, the best jobs, he will never feel like he did not get the best of everything. All I need from you is your word that you won't interfere with me and Phoebe."

"Walk away Damien."

Damien had no right to even think about my son and if he kept talking about Caden like he knew him, I would lose my temper.

"I'm prepared to offer four point five million dollars."

I would never be able to come close to obtaining that much money in my life time, we both knew it.

"You consider me that much of a threat that you would pay me off?" I straightened up, "See where I come from, we don't use money to settle our battles, we use or fists. I'm not going to fight you because you'd have your daddy slap a lawsuit on my hands far greater than anything I would be able to pay for. I'm going to play fair when it comes to Phoebe. If she wants to be with you, then so be it, but if she wants to be with me I'm going to be more than happy to wipe it in your smug little Ivy League face. Now I think its best that you walk away before you do something that you're going to regret."

Damien fixed his suit jacket, "Don't say that I didn't warn you."

The game was on and Damien had just started it.