A/N: I've had quite a few messages about whether this is a cheating story or not. As I said at the beginning this won't be a cheating story. I don't believe Ana or Christian would ever do that, but that's not to say there won't be some ups and downs along the way. As I'm not very well at the minute I'll probably be able to get a few updates in over the next few days as I'm stuck in bed! Without further ado...

After hanging up on Christian, I stomp back to Phoebe's room in a rage.

My expressions soften immediately when I see Grace rocking Phoebe back and forth as my stubborn little girl tries to fight the sleep overtaking her.

Grace's eyes meet mine and I silently mouth a "thank you" before walking back out again, trying not to disturb them.

I quickly change into some comfy loungewear, an oversized gray sweater and my black leggins. That'll do.

I'm disturbed by a faint knock at my bedroom door, and don't have time to respond before Grace enters.

"Phoebe's asleep." She smiles.

"Thank you."

"Is everything okay, Ana?" She whispers before taking a seat on the bed.

"Everything's fine, why?"

"You just seem a bit out of sorts and wondered why."

"It's just Christian being an ass again."

"What's he done this time?" She asks, almost looking sympathetic.

I tell Grace about what happened at the office and then about the phone call we had a short while ago.

"Look, Ana. I'm not going to defend him because I know sometimes he can be over the top.."

I snort at her words before she continues.

"But you have to understand everything he does is with your best interest at heart."

I nod in agreement.

"I understand that Grace, I really do. But he goes about things the wrong way and doesn't understand what he's done wrong."

She stands up off the bed and gives me a tight squeeze.

"One day, he'll get it right. He's still learning."

"I know." I mumble, trying not to she'd a tear.

Our moment is interrupted by a piercing cry.

"Mommy!"

I dash down the corridor to Phoebe's room and see her distressed face. Her bed is covered in vomit.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Mommy's here." I quickly pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. Gail is on my heel, as is Grace.

"I'll change her bed, Ana." Gail shouts from Phoebe's room, as Grace helps me in the bathroom.

"Let's get you out of these pyjamas Phoebe." I tell her as I try to pull her tshirt over her head.

Several minutes later, and after finally stopping throwing up, I carry a sleeping Phoebe back to her bed and lie down with her in my arms. It isn't long before I feel my own eyes getting heavy and I fall asleep alongside my baby.

My eyes slowly adjust as I wake and I jump at the sight of Christian sitting in the chair in the corner of Phoebe's room. When our eyes meet he immediately gets up as crouches down next to the bed.

"Hi" he whispers as he wipes the hair off my face.

"Hi" I grumble back sleepily.

"I'm sorry, baby." He tells me as he leans forward and fusses my temple.

"Ok"

"I'm going to go pick Teddy up from school. Do you need anything?" He asks almost looking guilty. And so he should.

"No we're good." I reply, looking at the sleeping beauty next to me.

"I won't be long." He says finally before giving me one final kiss and leaving the room.

I hate to wake Phoebe up, especially when she's ill but I know she needs some fluids down her.

"Baby, wake up." I slowly shake her as her eyes open wide.

"Come on, let's go and get a drink."

She puts her arms around my neck as I carry her downstairs to the kitchen.

"Oh, you're awake. How is she?" Gail asks.

"She's slept so that's a good sign. I just want to get some fluids in her so she doesn't get dehydrated." I tell her as I take a seat on a bar stool with Phoebe snuggled on top of me.

Gail instantly bring over Phoebe's sippy cup and encourages her to have a drink, and luckily she does.

"Good girl, that'll make you feel better. Thanks Gail."

"Anytime, Ana." She smiles before resuming her cooking duties.

"Do you want to go and watch some tv?" I ask Phoebe before she nods her head in response.

I carry her to the comfy living room and snuggle down on the sofa and we quietly sit and watch Tangled.

A short while later I hear the sound of the front door opening and a baby elephant stroke earthquake running towards us.

"Mommy!"

"Hi baby. Did you have a good day?"

"Uh-hu I did." Teddy nods. Christian is stood behind him in the doorway.

"Good. Come and tell me about it." I motion to him to sit next to me as I pat the sofa, where he jumps up and snuggles into me and Phoebe.

Christian's expression softens and I can see the love in his eyes for the three of us. I know he wants to join us but the fearful expression is written all over his face.

"Do you want to join us?" I ask him.

"In a minute. I need a drink. Do you want one?"

"Yes please." I think I need one. Or three.