Phoebe's POV:

I was becoming frustrated as I stood in my closet trying to figure out what to wear to lunch with Blithe, Meredith, and Abby. They were already blowing up my cell phone with text messages telling me to hurry up. My hair and makeup were done, the last thing I needed to figure out what to wear. We were meeting at an Italian tapas bar in Chelsea.

I squealed when I saw everybody. Blithe and Meredith were the sisters that I had always wanted and Abby had adopted me as one of her daughters when I was dating Blaine. I kept in touch with them when I was in London but this was the first time we were all able to see each other and it was not until then that I had realized how much I missed them.

"You're hair!" I picked up a strand of Meredith's newly dyed brunette hair, "You aren't blonde anymore."

"I needed a change," she shrugged, "Bobby loves it."

"How is he? How're the twins?"

"We'll get to all of that," Blithe intercepted, "Show us that rock that's weighing down your finger."

They all knew I was engaged, I had told them before the tabloids got ahold of the news. I was not dating Blaine anymore but it did not mean that I kept them out of my life.

"Let's not make a big deal guys."

"Are you kidding me? You're getting engaged to one of New York's most eligible bachelors! That calls for a celebration," Blithe signaled for a waiter, "Your fiancé was obviously handcrafted by the gods and no mere mortal woman was good enough until he met you."

I laughed, missing Blithe's dramatic approach to life, "Settle down, I'm not marrying him just because of his looks. I really love him and he loves me."

"We're all happy for you," Abby smiled sadly at me.

I knew what she was thinking but said nothing. The waiter finally came to our table and Blithe ordered a round of shots to get us started.

"Lemme see photos of your new place," Blithe begged, "I bet it's beautiful."

"Once we're all moved in we're going to have a house warming party. You guys are all obviously welcome to come," I searched for photos of the apartment on my phone to show them.

We shared photos and stories then gossiped like the old days. I was watching Meredith tell a story of her twins, Nicholai and Zuri, with envy. I had always wanted a big family but Damien was not a fan of that. He wanted one son to keep the Zano name going.

"Can you imagine your kids with Damien?" Blithe gushed.

"How about we leave my personal life alone and worry about yours?"

She rolled her eyes, "What love life? I'm too busy to date."

"So she sleeps around instead," Meredith cut in.

"Just because not all of us want to marry and raise an army of kids doesn't mean that I'm not happy," Blithe said, "I love what I'm doing, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, your sister is just jealous," I joined Blithe's defense, "We're jetsetting around the world and she has to stay in boring New York."

"I made my bed and I love it."

"Here's to us," I raised my glass, "May we never stray from being the fabulous women that we are."

They all raised their glasses in unison.

I was catching up on work in our bedroom when Damien walked in.

"Hey you," he kissed my forehead, "How was lunch?"

"I had a little bit too much to drink and had to take a nap. How was work?"

Damien climbed into bed with me, "You mean besides having to listen to my father yell all day?"

"This weekend will help you relax."

"That's what's keeping me going, I can't wait," he snuggled me, "I'm so tired."

"I have a few more emails to answer then I'll turn the lights out."

He was already asleep.

Blaine's POV:

Both Heather and I had a busy schedule today so we needed someone to watch Caden. Heather dropped Caden off at my father and Abby's apartment but asked me to pick him up after work.

"Dadda!" Caden perked up.

Caden and my father were playing with some of the trucks my father bought for him to use at his place.

"How's my favorite guy?" I scooped Caden up, "Did you have fun with grandpa?"

"Papa plays trucks," Caden showed me his truck, "My truck."

My father stood up, "I've had rug burn all day because of this kid."

"Thanks for watching him for us dad."

I appreciated the relationship my father and I were building. We had our moments where we would get into screaming matches but we got along a lot better now. He loved Caden and did everything in his power to make sure that Caden was happy. His stone cold exterior smoothed out whenever Caden was around. My father and Abby watched Caden a majority of the time and did their best to help out me and Heather. Abby treated Caden like he was really her grandson and he adored her.

"No problem. Abby made us some dinner, should I set a plate for you and Heather?"

Heather had a night class tonight and asked if I could keep Caden tonight. She was enrolled at Hunter College to get her teaching degree. Most of her assignments could be done online but the other half was actually having to go to the classes.

"Just for me, Heather has class."

"That's right," my father took a plate from one of the cabinets, "How are those going?"

"She really seems to love it. She has some friends and likes her teachers."

My father smiled, "Bright girl, any guy would be lucky to have her."

I knew what he was trying to hint at but I was not going to get into another argument with him about it. He wanted Caden to have the best home life possible, meaning he wanted me and Heather to be together. My father loved Heather, I had never heard him say one bad word about her, and treated her better than he ever treated me.

Abby came out of the bathroom, saving me from having to continue this conversation. She pulled me into a big hug, something that I have gotten used to.

"Guess who I had lunch with this afternoon?"

"Yeah, Phoebe told me that you guys were all going out together. How was it?"

Abby shook her head, "That girl was blessed with some great genes. I haven't seen her in person for years but I swear she looks like the same high school girl that I met. We ate at a tapas bar in Chelsea, one of Phoebe's friends is the owner or something. Our entire meal was comped. "

I was focusing on my father's reaction but he kept his face a mask. One of our latest arguments was at Charlie and Darcy's wedding reception. My father meant well but he never liked Phoebe and made that even clearer when he took me aside to tell me to stay away from her. He still saw me as the heartbroken guy lusting over the unattainable billionaire heir, but I had to move on. When I told him about my date with Elizabeth he was happy that I was finally dating again, even if it was not Heather.

"I'm glad you guys had fun," I sat down.

Abby fastened Caden in his high chair, "She's apparently going down to Lake George this weekend with her fiancé. Dear god that ring must've cost a fortune."

"Its bad taste to talk like that Abby."

She ignored him, something she was very good at doing, "Pish posh! I read in a magazine that it cost anywhere between forty and fifty thousand dollars."

My father rolled his eyes, "Why do you even bother reading magazines like that when you can just ask her yourself?"

"I would never ask her that," Abby shook her head, "She's one lucky girl though. You both saw her fiancé at the wedding, he's gorgeous."

"You really know how to make a guy feel good about himself, don't you Abby?" I teased.

"I won't bring her up again," she rubbed my shoulder, "How was your date the other night?"

"It actually went great," I grabbed a roll from the bowl, "I'm seeing her again this weekend."

"I'm so happy for you!" Abby put some ham on my plate, "When do we get to meet her?"

As well as things were going with Elizabeth, we had only been on one date so far. It was too early to meet the rest of my family.

I tried to change the subject, "Did you get those new cameras installed in the studio?"

Abby was still running all types of classes at her gym but she needed more protection. She had classes later in the night and my father hated her being alone that late.

"As a matter of fact we did. Your friend, Matt, showed me how to use the control system so that I can see everything even when I'm not there."

A few weeks ago some kids broke into the studio and trashed the place. Abby was devastated that all of her hard work was gone but in typical Abby fashion, she got over it and is making the place even better than before.

"That's great Abs, when's the reopening?"

"I talked with the contractors that the insurance company hired and they estimate about three weeks."

Abby put on a brave face but I knew she missed her clients and her gym.

"It's going to be bigger and better than before," I squeezed her hand.

She smiled at me, "I know, I can't wait to have everybody back. We were able to finally build an entirely new space for kids to play in while their parents workout."

"That's great Abs."

Caden brought our attention to him when he knocked his cup down to the ground. His lower lip began to wobble, something I am pretty sure Blithe taught him. He had been using that trick lately to get what he wanted.

"Not going to happen Caden," I ignored him.

"Aw come on, he's just a baby," my father picked up his cup, "Here you go,"

The wobbling lip magically disappeared.

"He comes here and gets spoiled by you two."

Meredith felt the same way whenever she left the twins with her mom and my dad.

"We're their grandparents, it's our job to spoil our grandkids," Abby insisted.

"He gets his way here and throws a fit at home when we don't let him do whatever he wants."

"Alright, alright, we'll settle down on keeping our prince happy," Abby wiped Caden's chin, "He's just so cute."

I could not complain too much. My father and Abby took care of Caden so that we did not have to pay for a sitter which helped us save money.

"Do what you want," I finally gave in.

"We were going to anyways."