A/N: Sorry it's taken over a year to continue this story. Real life took over, but I plan to keep it going so expect more updates soon!

A few minutes later Christian re enters the room and hands me a large glass of wine.

"Thank you." I half smile at him, as he sits himself down in the oversized chair next to the sofa.

I prop myself up so I can take a sip of my wine and Phoebe stirs on top of me.

"Mommy?" She sits up looking a bit disoriented after her little nap.

"It's okay, baby. Mommy's here."

She puts her thumb in her mouth and lies back down on top of me as I slowly rub circles on her back with my spare hand. I risk a glance in Christian's direction and he's watching us quietly. He's thinking, or dwelling, I can't tell which.

"Ana?" Christian mumbles.

I turn my head back towards him as he puts his drink down on the glass table in front of him.

"I'm sorry I over reacted." His words are barely audible and I realise that's because he's embarrassed.

"You should be, Christian. There was no need for you to act like that."

He sighs and walks over to where we're sat and perches on the edge between Teddy and me.

"I know, baby, and I really am sorry. You know I just want the best for you."

"Why couldn't you talk to me in private? Why did you have to embarrass me like that in front of all my employees? You spoke to me like I was an idiot." I look down and play with Phoebe's hair, all of a sudden feeling nervous, and I don't know why.

"I was angry. I didn't like seeing those figures. I know I went about it the wrong way and there's no excuse." He stands up gives me a kiss on the top of my head and leaves the room before I get a chance to reply.

"Mom?" Ted asks without taking his eyes off the television.

"Yes, Teddy?"

"Did you and Daddy have a fight?"

"No, sweetheart, we just had a misunderstanding. Nothing for you to worry about."

"Oo-kay" he replies lazily.

"Tell me about your day at school."

"We did nofin." He grumbles.

"Nothing?"

"Yep." He nods.

I reach for remote and pause the film. There that got his attention.

"You must of done something..."

"Uh, well I painted a picture of you, Daddy, me and Phoebe."

"That's nice." I smile at him.

"Sept I gave Daddy a happy face but maybe I should have done a angry face."

I can't help and laugh at my very observant little boy. Even when he's focused on the television, he doesn't miss a trick.

"What's so funny?" Christian asks as he walks back in the room.

"Teddy painted a picture of us at school. Expect he made you happy and now he thinks he should have done an angry face." I look over at my husband and his face immediately softens, and he starts laughing too.

"Sounds about right, son."

"Dadda?" Phoebe sits up and outstretches her arms for Christian. Of course he obliges and takes her from me and gives her a cuddle.

"How are you feeling, baby?"

"I kay" she replies as she buries her face into his neck.

He kisses her head and sits down back on his chair.

"Good. Is your tummy feeling better?"

She nods in response.

"Dad?" Teddy questions.

"Yes, son?"

"Will you take me to school tomorrow?" he practically begs.

It's unusual for Christian to do the school run. He's usually at work long before school starts and is still there until late.

"I don't see why not." He agrees. Just like that.

"Good." He grins.

"What's wrong with me taking you to school?"

"Oh, nofin. Daddy's just cooler than you." He nods at himself.

I look at Christian and he's smirking.

"I might be an angry bastard, but at least I'm cool." He chuckles.