Blaine's POV:

*Flashback to two years ago*

I stood outside the airport, anxiously waiting for Phoebe's car to pull up. She was leaving today and this was my last chance to get her to listen. I felt like a stalker with my hood pulled up as I waited. Airport security had been watching me closely for the last twenty minutes to make sure I was not the next Unabomber. Unfortunately, I was not the only person waiting for Phoebe to arrive. Paparazzi littered the curb, ready to pounce the moment when Phoebe arrived.

Sean was the one who told me that she was moving to London and if I wanted to talk to her, this was my last chance. I knew Phoebe was here when the paparazzi began snapping photos. O'Keefe pulled up to the curb and Phoebe stepped out, but she was not alone. Her new boss, Derek I think his name is, climbed out of the car after her. There was a smile on her face, she had not noticed me yet. Derek leaned in to kiss Phoebe and she did not pull away, instead she brought him closer to her. My hands clenched in my pocket as the paparazzi's cameras only went wilder as the two of them continued to kiss.

"Ms. Grey, does this mean that you called off your engagement to Blaine?"

"Ms. Grey, what does your father think about you moving to London?"

"Ms. Grey, are you and Damien Zano an official couple now?"

I hailed a taxi so I did not have to watch anymore. This was supposed to be my chance to win Phoebe back and it was over before it even started.

It had been almost a full two weeks since Phoebe left for London and I had not gotten out of bed since. Heather understood, she was the one who encouraged me to go to the airport and was now regretting her advice. I had called into work, claiming Caden was sick, having a child had its perks.

The door to my bedroom opened and I did not bother to look to see who it was. Different people had been called to get me out of bed. First it had been Abby and Blithe, who were sympathetic and supportive. Then, Meredith stopped by. My father never came over. Sean had been over every day since Phoebe had left and now he was bringing in the big guns. Heather had taken Caden out for a walk and promised to bring food back for me. She had been supportive during all of this, especially with taking care of Caden.

"You need to get up," I heard my father's voice as he pulled the covers away from me, "Your son needs his father."

I did not feel the cold anymore, not since Phoebe left. Truth be told, I did not feel anything anymore.

"Heather has him."

"Come on man," Sean stood next to my father, "You have to get out of bed."

"What's the point?"

There was no point to all of this. Phoebe was in London with someone else and I was here in New York.

"The point is that I'm going to literally kick your ass until you get out of bed and start acting like a father."

"Like you did when mom died?"

I heard my father sigh, "Phoebe isn't dead, she just left you, again. She isn't coming back and the sooner you realize that, the better father you will be. We've been trying to understand, but this is getting old. You need to get up, shower, and eat a real meal. Let's go to a bar or something to get your mind off of things."

I was in no mood to go to a bar, let alone with my father.

"Close the door behind you," I turned away from them.

My bedroom door did not open again until later in the evening. I had fallen asleep while searching the internet for photos of Phoebe and Damien in London. The paparazzi loved them over there. She looked good, happy, really happy.

"Someone wanted to see their daddy," Heather laid Caden next to me.

Caden, now five months old, began to roll. I looked down at my son and only felt sadness, I did not want him to see me like this. I was in a dark place and whenever I looked at Caden, all I felt was hatred. How could a father hate his own son? It wasn't his fault, none of this was.

"Please take him," I begged Heather.

She shook her head, "No."

"I can't see him right now."

"Babies have a way of making people happier. Caden loves and misses you. Yesterday he told me how much he missed going on walks with you."

"He can't talk."

"If he could, you know what he would say?" Heather did not wait for my response, "He would say that you're failing him as a father. I thought you wanted to be a good dad to your son and right now you aren't. I'm sorry Blaine, but Phoebe is gone and she isn't coming back. She's in London, you saw her go to London with another man!"

"Get out," I said between clenched teeth.

This was her fault just as much as it was mine. I did not want to see or talk to anyone right now. I needed another nap and a few beers. Heather started towards the door empty handed.

"Wait, take Caden!"

She slammed the door behind her. Caden began to fuss next to me, I picked him up and held him in my arms. Heather must have just given him a bath because he smelled like baby powder and oatmeal. I rocked Caden as he began to cry, trying to do anything to get him to smile again.

"Please don't cry little guy," I heard my voice crack, "Please don't cry."

Caden's cries only became louder as I attempted to soothe him, Heather was better at this.

"Heather!" I yelled.

She never came back.

Phoebe's POV:

*Flashback to two years ago*

"So do you like it?" Damien asked as we stood in his empty apartment.

Damien's three-bedroom, three bathroom loft had a gorgeous view of the city lights. We were both staying in a hotel as we waited for our separate apartments to be furnished. Damien did not like to do anything half-assed, so it only made sense why he would choose such a luxurious loft.

I could not understand why he would need such a big space to himself, but nodded, "It's really nice."

"Nice enough for you to move in with me?"

This was not his first attempt to get me to move in with him, he had tried practically every day in New York. Now that we were in London, I thought that things would be different. Our relationship was new, very new, and I did not want to jeopardize it by moving in together so soon. I made that mistake once already.

"Damien, we talked about this. I thought that we were going to take things slow."

Damien wrapped his arms around my waist, "We have been taking it slow! Why should we have two separate apartments in London when we were doing that in New York? We spend practically every second together already and think about how much money and time we'd be saving by living together. If it'll make you feel any better, we can sleep in different rooms until you're ready."

"It's not the rooming that's bothering me. I'm still in the process of selling the old apartment in New York and now to move into a totally new environment is a lot to handle. Do you really want to be one of those annoying couples that works and lives together and never makes time for anyone else?"

"Who cares about anyone else? I want you to move in with me," Damien kissed me, "In fact, I insist that you move in with me. If you don't, I'll call your mother who is going to force you to."

My mother already loved Damien. Since the breakup, she was happy that I was not lying in bed depressed. The breakup with Blaine had been hard at first, but being with Damien changed things. He made me laugh when I was in a dark place after the breakup, kept me busy, he listened, and talked with me. Of course my parents wanted to meet the man that kept me from sinking into depression. When I finally told them what happened, my mother washed her hands with Blaine for good.

"Don't you dare," I pulled away from him, "We're going to be here for a long time, why are you rushing into this?"

"Is it a crime to want to move in with my beautiful, smart, and talented girlfriend? I thought it was supposed to be the girlfriend that begs her boyfriend to take the next step in their relationship. Most girls would kill to tame one of New York's most eligible bachelors."

"You know I want to be with you, but you're pushing me for something that I'm not ready for. Not even six months ago was I planning to move in with Blaine and now you think that I can just flip the switch?"

"I'm not Blaine," Damien became serious, "I know you don't like talking about him, but I'm not him. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what. I wouldn't ask you to move to London with me if I didn't want this to be a long-term relationship."

Damien had been patient, I still needed time to process all of this.

"I'm jetlagged still, I'm going to go back to my hotel room."

He nodded, "Alright."

"I'll see you later," I kissed his cheek and headed towards the door.

Outside, O'Keefe sat waiting for me in the town car. He stepped out of the car once he saw me leave the apartment building. I was happy to be in London and even happier when O'Keefe agreed to come with me.

"How was the apartment?" O'Keefe opened my door.

"Confusing."

O'Keefe, who was used to my relationship drama by now, only shook his head, "He's persistent, I'll give him that."

"Who do you like better?" I leaned forward in my seat.

"Not part of my job description to pick out which one of your boyfriend's I like better, my job is to protect you and drive you around."

Huffing, I sat back, "You're my only friend here, I need advice."

O'Keefe's solution was to turn up the radio. Later that night I called Darcy to tell her about Damien's proposition.

"He's a psychopath," she blurted.

I laughed, "You don't even know him."

"Whose fault is that? You moved to an entirely new continent with a man that I was not able to approve. I thought he was supposed to be a rebound fuck to get over Blaine."

"Darce," I warned her.

"Sorry, sorry," she backtracked, "I forgot we weren't supposed to mention that lying son of a bitch's name."

This was why Darcy is my best friend, "Damien isn't wrong, it would make sense for us to move in together, and maybe I'm just looking for something wrong with our relationship."

Darcy stayed silence.

"Darce?"

"Oh sorry, now you want my opinion? As your best friend who has yet to meet the guy you moved across the pond for, I say go for it. If he hasn't shown any crazy, psychopathic signs yet then I say that you've found yourself a good guy."

"You're right."

I could hear her roll her eyes from over the phone, "Of course I'm right, I'm always right."

"I'll let you believe that. I need to shower and eat, I'll talk to you later."

Now that I was fresh and clean, I was finally able to think clearly. I was dragging my feet with Damien because of Blaine. I could not handle it if Damien broke my heart like Blaine did. Damien was my redemption from all of my past mistakes. He was the perfect guy for me and I was not giving him the chance to prove himself.

There was a knock on my hotel door and I groaned, I just wanted this day to end. Damien stood on the other side of the door, looking sheepish yet adorable.

"I'm sorry," Damien had a bouquet of almost every type of flowers in his hands, "You have every right to want to take things slow and I'm sorry for pushing you."

"Come in," I opened the door wider for him.

Damien closed the door behind him, "I realized that I didn't know your favorite flower so I bought everything they had."

"Hydrangeas for future reference," I sat on my bed.

He took the hydrangeas from the bouquet and handed them to me, "I knew you weren't a rose kind of girl. I want you to know that I'm absolutely crazy about you and I find myself losing my mind around you. If it were anyone else, I couldn't even imagine moving in with them this soon. I love spending time with you and would rather us move in together whenever you're ready, then risk ending what we have. You need time and space, I just hope that doesn't mean time and space away from us."

"Of course not," I told him, "I don't move to an entirely different continent if I wanted to break up. I just need you to understand when I say that I can't rush into things again. You're too important to me."

"I'm glad we can at least agree on that," Damien kissed me, "Am I forgiven?"

My answer was to pull him down to the bed with me.